Chapter 75 War, Faith, Betrayal
The mediocre garden world of the Empire of Gondwa VI has been the site of countless wars, victories or defeats, death and killings that have accompanied the entire galaxy.
The rain forest was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. The guerrilla warfare of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment had been going on for several days. When three Chimera armored vehicles drove abnormally into the forest, the roar of the imperial engine crushed the innocent green plants, and the soldiers were in order. The pace appeared, Catachan lurking in the forest, and the elite troops revealed their silent and deadly bodies.
"Captain Catachan, Noel Conn, reporting to you, Lieutenant Colonel!"
He performed the Aquila Ceremony, his muscles swelled, and he was full of murderous intent. The twisted and mutated skulls of the betrayers were hung all over Catachan's hidden temporary camp. Weapons and their skins were used as decorations, representing the Catachans one after another. Credit for victory.
He had been planning this day of revenge for a long time after the fearsome red giant slew Catachan's companions.
Alan Bayer would not sympathize with those things. He just patted the strong and strong-smelling captain on the shoulder. "Well done, you've done well. Now send the surrounding deployment of the enemy's camp, the enemy's troop strength, and the auger scans to my personal tablet."
"For the Emperor, his light shines on you. By the way, how is the battle with the black sheep I mentioned?"
replied the captain. "Yes, the progress is going well. Several traitors have begun to try to communicate with us, but we have no answer."
Alan Bair looked into the distance of the dark forest and said. "I don't care what they do. The point is to bury the glory that belongs to the Emperor, and then destroy its existence when the traitors are exhausted."
"Now, everyone has a rest and pay attention to concealment. The offensive operation will begin in two hours. The enemy has defense projects and thick bunkers, and there will probably be no shortage of explosive bombs. However, we have no artillery support, so we will give priority to sniper operations around the enemy."< br>
"Call the best marksmen from each company, each with a beam carbine, and attack only the Servants of Chaos troops. Immediately evacuate with support from the Space Marines. Be careful not to be exposed to the range of the explosive bombs."
"The others remain hidden and rest."
This is already quite outrageous theater command for the Empire. Without artillery fire, armor, and orbital advantage, most Imperial officers would give up on eradicating Chaos and choose to wait.
Because the siege efficiency of infantry is too poor, unless they are not afraid of death.
And Alan Bayer was very aware of this. In the dense forest, the beam of light streaked through the air and hit the traitor's mortal troops. Gao Song's alloy defense project, the flaws and the jagged explosive positions were all gone. Discover those hidden veterans.
The terrain of Gondvar VI is a nightmare for Chaos traitors. There is no doubt that when they see their teammates suddenly fall, they shoot the forest with explosive bombs in confusion, but only get more deaths. Such things happen in all directions. Mixed emotions and fear breed among the traitors.
Although the Chaos Traitors never cared much about attrition, new gunmen soon came up again, but soon they realized that there was a real killer inside the fern.
Three hours, a full three hours of guerrilla sniper warfare made the mortal servants no longer dare to step into the defense project. However, once the space warriors appeared, they would find that the place was already deserted.
This is the gap between recruits and veterans. In many cases, it is not that the imperial commander does not want to use such tactics, but that the recruits cannot meet such tactical needs.
Command loyalty, obedience, reflexes, hit rate, grasp of killing, inner emotions, and other elements were stacked together to complete the current plan of playing with a demigod in a mortal body.
Vengar, the former Red Blood Angel, is very dissatisfied with the current situation. He has completely lost hope for mortals. Those weak and powerless existences are useless and are just a bunch of trash. Apart from shining the shoes of the Space Marine brothers, they only do Can wipe the deck.
But he couldn't go out, because the bunker was the only way for the Space Marines to defeat the Imperial Guards. If he went out and faced the forest and darkness, Superman wouldn't necessarily be much stronger than those ordinary people.
The Fourth Infantry Regiment of Caddis is like a nightmare covering the hearts of the traitors. The Space Marines only have anger and murderous intent towards them, but mortals already have a lot of fear and even... worship of this god-like legion?
The seeds had been planted. Alan Bayer looked at the coffee he had just brewed. It was a mess, but he didn't care. He drank it in one gulp. Compared with the pain on the battlefield, this thing tasted sweet.
The feeling of excitement, the rush of dopamine, and the power of caffeine swelled through his body.
"All members of the Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment obeyed the order and approached the enemy's position. According to my tactics, they were divided into four large ABC groups to surround the enemy camp, dividing the firepower of the Space Marines, relying on the modified Chimera as a bunker, and slowly "
"Engineers, prepare explosives, let's pry open the enemy's fortress!"
The radio conveyed the emperor's anger, and the storm was coming. The traitors felt the hot wind in the forest blowing on the defense works, and they felt a little cold.
The traitors' defense is an anti-explosion bunker made of 15-meter-high concrete with a small amount of Adamantium alloy and ceramic steel. The sponge-like structure makes it full of force buffering space. At the same time, their endurance against impact is much worse.
The Chimera can reach a full speed of 90 kilometers, but the muddy ground of this world slows down its speed. When the traitors realized this, the snipers had already knocked out the sentries on the watchtower, and the heavy explosive bombs were also hit by the firepower of the Imperial Guard. Clean up.
But it was not that there was resistance. The dark forest was illuminated by the light of the Lumen Tower. The high-brightness lighthouse clearly saw the Chimera and the main force. With its help, countless plasmas, beams, and explosive bombs were fired at Ailanbai. Your troops roared.
Alan Bair was driving a Chimera armored vehicle, but he couldn't resist, and the bullets slowly killed his soldiers.
At this moment, something unexpected happened. The enemy's Lumen Tower was suddenly blown apart. In the darkness, Alan Bayer, the assault commander of Point A, realized that the things he buried had sprouted flowers.
Vincent, the loyalist, looked at his hands tremblingly. He killed people and it didn't matter to him, but other mortal servants could see clearly. The proud Lumen Tower was suddenly blown apart. Now ordinary people can't even see the dark forest clearly. Imperial Guardsman running out.
But they also saw the badge on Vincent's chest. He was the conductor. Why was this?
Vincent looked at the ruins of Lumen Tower and spoke to the mutated Chaos traitors. "Space Marines? Chaos Gods? Do you think those things really care about you?"
He raised the arm of a nearby mortal and lifted up his skin. The disgusting chaos mutation and the moist skin disease of this world made his arm almost ulcerated, with flesh and blood protruding and juice flowing.
"No, don't! Sir! What did you do?! My arms can't be seen!" He was ashamed, like a little girl, completely feeling that his lesions were wrong. If others discovered this, It will definitely exclude him, make him unable to stay here, and then he will be killed.
Because this disease is definitely contagious and very bad.
He was in agony and anxious because what he had been concealing was revealed to the public!
Vincent just opened his arm, and it was as bloody as him!
"This is the gift the gods give us, the gift war gives us!"
He took off his military uniform again, revealing the purple bruises, and pointed to his ribs. "My master beat me three days ago."
Then comes the belly. "Four days ago, a Space Marine I didn't know killed me!"
Then he put on his clothes. "Isn't it the same with you? Those who pretend to be their own gods are aloof and despise us..."
"We are maggots and stupid people who betrayed the empire. Now our souls have nowhere to rest. Do you really think the Chaos Gods will care about us?"
"When our bodies grow old and the souls of our compatriots return to the throne, we will float in the endless twisted void of subspace."
"This is your loyalty, this is your belief, this is your persistence!"
There are not many mortals left in the camp. They can feel that something is wrong, but they no longer have the courage to resist, nor dare to resist. The gods are powerful, and the Space Marines are beyond all material existence.
But, how come mortals can only be slaughtered by others?
When the Chimera's impact came to the wall, the violent sound and the cracking of the wall brought Vingar back to his senses. He was surprised that his mortal servants did not inform him of the situation.
He walked out of his command room, only to see the Space Marines and their servants fighting in the camp. The mortals who tied bombs attacked their masters with the name of the false emperor, and some even pointed explosive bombs at the Space Marines.
The eight-pointed star altar he once worshiped was smashed to pieces. The red giant's anger could not be suppressed. The elder (dreadnought mecha) was still resting. The war was about to break out, but those mortals turned against him?
Fortunately, his most loyal former iron guard was still kneeling on the ground, taking out protein supplements and stimulants.
"My Lord, please use it, and then kill those disobedient ones!"
Weingar breathed a sigh of relief. He was still a qualified master. Unlike those stupid guys, his charisma conquered his servants. Now he had to wipe the butts of his stupid brothers and then face those damned ones. Imperial Guard!
He took the supplies and prepared to put them into his mouth, but Chaos gave him a superhuman sixth sense. He instantly frowned, crushed the things into powder, and stuffed them into the mouth and nose of his servant.
After a moment, the iron guard struggled and trembled on the ground, white film spit out from his mouth, and blood flowed from his eyes, but he stared at him and uttered a weak and inaudible voice. If Veengar was not a space warrior, he would not be able to hear clearly. .
But he didn't want to hear it clearly, because before his death, his most "loyal" servant used all his strength to sing hymns to the false emperor!
Veengar felt that his heart, his whole heart, was trembling. What kind of ecstasy did those damn Imperial Guards give to their servants?
He trampled the body of his iron guard to pieces. To ordinary people, the weight of the Space Marine was like a hydraulic press pressed against a body of flesh and blood. It turned into a ball with a pop, and his loyalty and determination were no longer visible.
Veengar raised the bomb and smashed the heads of the mortals one by one. "Everyone listens to the order and gathers near the command room. We build our own defense projects. The elders will wake up in a few minutes. All war brothers, gather together!"
In one word, hundreds of space warriors, a terrifying force enough to crush countless worlds, gathered here like wild beasts smelling the smell of blood.
They used corpses, fine iron, and dilapidated engineering bunkers to pile up enough things to hide themselves, and those loyal traitors and sarcastic things had been killed by the Space Marines suppressed by firepower.
Vincent watched the people around him continue to fall, but he did not have the slightest fear. He listened to the sound of the Imperial Guards breaking through the wall behind him, and his heart was filled with light.
"Emperor, I am a lost man, a pathetic lamb. I once hoped to be a hero, and then I hoped to get everything, but I was wrong. I have nothing but my weak will and base belief."
"When I realize who really loves mankind, I have lost my way. My Lord, I know that the people I walk with are stupid and are as weak as me and don't know it. Only the life you have given me is still worth it. It’s valuable, now we give everything we have, hoping that our souls can return to the throne!”
He lifted up a plasma dropped by the traitor, ran and shot as fast as he could. Although he had experienced military training, it was only at an extremely superficial level. But his target was not the Chaos Space Marines, but the Chaos Space Marines. A tactical team is gathering.
It was the place where his master was, drawing him into the nightmare of being lost, the nightmare that his faith in the Emperor could not transcend.
As he fired to attract the attention of those men, his master immediately saw Vincent's presence and shouted in his thick voice. "Vincent, you beast, what are you doing?!"
Vincent's chest was hung with the double eagle badge representing the empire, his military rank as a soldier, and the rusty things were also hung on his chest. The plasma was constantly heating up. Relying on the cover of the chaotic battlefield, he actually closed the distance and returned There are fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...
Then the bomb hit his chest instantly, stagnating his entire body and smashing his internal organs.
Vincent shouted with all his strength. "My Lord, forgive us!" He threw the last ten meters with his own hands.
The Space Marines could definitely use their guns to smash them to pieces in mid-air, but they suddenly saw a dazzling light. Under the dark forest, they saw the sun. They could not open their eyes. Superman's abilities were blocked. Most of it was sealed, and whoever gave it to them took it away!
the traitor Space Marine couldn't help shouting. "God Emperor!"
After a moment, the plasma exploded like a star, and the intense heat turned the arrogant space warrior into a cripple...
And Vincent's soul also returned to the throne of silence.
He was in ragged clothes and looked miserable. He was walking on the ethereal road in subspace. He was empty and confused, but suddenly he saw Terra's appearance.
He had never been here before, but he knew it. On the Golden Throne, the nine original bodies who had fought against demons were lined up next to the God-Emperor, and golden light shone in every corner of the palace.
Billions of people worshiped on the long stairs, but everyone was almost in close contact with the God-Emperor.
The phantoms of the Silver Sun, the Lord of Mankind, the Skeleton, the Man, the Buddha, and the Crown of Thorns swayed in front of Vincent, and finally turned into the gentlest person in his consciousness, his father.
"Welcome back, my son."
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If someone can sum up the three basic theorems of Warhammer, it must be war, faith, and betrayal. Mortals and the entire existence of this world are struggling and tumbling in it. But if traitors can find their way back, if brothers no longer turn against each other, the emperor They will also be willing to forgive them, but the world doesn't know that they are numbed by hatred. On the contrary, only guys like Vincent see true mercy, the mercy of death.
But the war was not over yet. The Chimera broke through the wall, the mortal defenses turned into a ridiculous joke, and the Chaos Space Marines were wary of the Imperial Guard.
Alan Bair looked at the scene of corpses strewn here with no emotion in his heart. He just commanded his soldiers and used Chimera for infantry and tank coordination.
He wants to avenge his compatriots, including those who died here.
This is an unrealistic fairy tale, but in the last few decades of the dark 40th millennium, any good thing is worth mourning, but the Blackheart King does not care about those mortals, and they have not created anything for the Space Marines. A real loss.
But please note that returning from the lost way is not the way to wash away the sins of the past, but bearing your own sins is.
(End of chapter)