Chapter 95 Skadi’s Fourth Regiment vs. “Ether”
The empire has no tolerance for betrayal, but it is not unforgiving of betrayal. The only thing that can allow the empire to forgive betrayal is sacrifice. Only great and loyal sacrifice can make the wounds of the human race no longer painful. That bridge The wound that has lasted for 20,000 years is called betrayal.
In the history of the Empire, there have been very few betrayals that were forgiven by the Imperial Guard, but the hero of the Water Caste, "I" Li. The anger subsided.
Awakening his compatriots, when the light of the Divine Path had a new interpretation on his old body, the Fire Warriors looked at the devastated city in the heavy rain.
Honor, their honor was trampled on, their faith was played with, the true Aether would not let them treat their allies and compatriots like this, only the bastard Genestealers would.
But at this moment they have lost the ability to apologize to the Skadi Fourth Regiment and their human alliance, the Fire Caste commander said over the communicator. "We are sinners, we cannot join the Greater Good again, and we will never listen to the teachings of the ether again. We can only express our wishes in the battle of death."
"We go to clear the way for the Imperial Guard, with all our will, flesh and blood, bodies."
The will of the Shui Caste heroes infected the entire world of Titanium like a virus. When this concept spread, and when the hero's declaration before his death echoed in the Titanium communicator, the honor of the Shui Caste was like this. They were born to use their own The language has been targeted to save countless people, whether they be other races or fellow Tau.
The ceasefire of the Tau told the Skadi Fourth Regiment that they did not need to fight, and it was also spreading information to the ether hybrids about the failure of their abilities.
It couldn't believe that its powerful abilities would be ineffective against those damn things, but it still had countless rights as the patriarch.
"Go find, spaceship, us, survive, kin..." It is weak from using psychic energy for a long time, it is dissatisfied, it is in pain, it is not a powerful psychic like the brainworm, but a lucky gene Stealer, those despicable emotions are growing in its heart, and it will survive no matter how many relatives it loses!
A large number of gene stealers gathered towards the core of the world driven by the terrifying psychic energy emitted by the patriarch's huge fat body, and those twisted monsters carried the terrifying evil weapons into here under the hurricane.
Monsters are constantly flowing out of countless Tau cities throughout the world, and they are slowly approaching in the floating vehicles of the Tau.
The smell of blood permeated the earth of this world, and the blood had been buried in the soil, making the world smelly. Alan Bair covered his arm that had just been splinted. He witnessed the Fire Caste charging towards the enemy crazily, although they were nothing more than aliens. It is an alien, but sacrifice is always admirable. Death is the end that an alien should have...
"Soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment, brave men of the 113th Regiment of Falaksia, the battle has come before us..."
"No matter what you think about those aliens, they are neither stable nor speak the same language as us. They deserve to die, but we are not fighting for them. We are fighting for Phlaxia, the former imperial world."
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In any case, Alan Bair must admit that this alien has now given them the opportunity to have a final decisive battle with the enemy in front of them. Even though this opportunity may be fleeting, they must seize it. The emperor will never trust those aliens. That's because although those aliens have no time and age, their essence is a rotten shell soaked in this dark universe and changed in their hearts.
The Titanium still has hope and a future, and today's events once again express this concept. The soldiers of the 4th Skadi Regiment have to admit that when the Titanium helps their compatriots, they also help them.
Wearing deflagration guns, laser guns, and bulletproof armor, we went through five hours of forced continuous marching and fighting and then moved forward in heavy rain. These terrible days seemed endless.
But the veterans of the Fourth Skadi Regiment will not complain. Their survival is a gift from the Emperor. It is even more of a miracle that they can still eat and fight now.
This is why they usually seem hedonistic. After all, whether it is the nest or the battlefield, it is a painful place, but they still do not hesitate at all to the orders of the staff, and are a little dissatisfied with the propaganda of the Imperial Guard.
The Imperial Guard has been fighting in the name of the Emperor for ten thousand years. One general has made countless achievements. Every feat on the marble pillars was forged by millions of unknown and unremembered heroes. When they join The meat grinder called war, the Imperial Guard did not hesitate at all.
The ground was full of dead Fire Caste and hybrids. The road to the star port was opened by the shining light of pulse weapons. Being covered by aliens for the first time made the soldiers of Skadi's Fourth Regiment feel complicated. They saw that there were only a few people in this dark universe. The light, although this weak thing was extinguished in an instant.
"Staff, report the enemy's situation." Alan Bayer asked habitually. Skadi's Fourth Regiment was too poor. There were almost three fingers of officers with tactical qualities, and the staff could only wear multiple hats.
Although he was not a staff officer, he still answered. "There are a lot of enemies in the star port, but what is worth mentioning is that the Fire Caste's attack made them seem confused. In fact, I can tell that something is wrong with the star port, because there seems to be no trace of attack in that area."
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"How to describe it... Just like the time we were protecting the Holy Stairs, you should remember that the green skin almost broke the ground nearby before breaking through the void shield."
Alan Bair nodded. "Obviously the enemy's ability to control titanium is of no use to today's Fire Caste?"
The staff officer shook his head. "Not necessarily, I can't say anything to death..."
"No, they are no longer the Fire Caste, they are now Titanium." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice echoed near the command point. Alan Bair raised his weapon and almost instinctively resisted the attacker behind him.
That was a forest warrior with bronze skin. He was not afraid of his commander's gun at all, but he only apologized at this moment. "Sorry, I didn't report. I didn't complete my mission. The target is dead." Sergeant Catachan said this, and Alan Bair put away his weapon.
"There is no doubt that you have completed your mission. Don't worry too much, sergeant. You have won an alliance for us, an alliance that can save the lives of thousands of brothers in the Fourth Skadi Regiment." Alan Bair praised, The sergeant still didn't feel the slightest joy.
"They will die, and so will the will they inherit. Captain, can we help them?" This sentence surprised Alan Bair. The person in front of him was the death soldier who had everything taken away by the green skin, but now he has no idea about the aliens. Say such words?
"No, I can't let the soldiers of Skadi's Fourth Regiment help these people who may rebel at any time. Shui's death is the last chance I give them." Alan Bair did not hesitate. He could not use his own soldiers. Bet your life on those aliens you can trust.
The sergeant was silent, looking at the compatriots resting and eating food in the camp, with many broken bodies, and at the Fire Caste who were moving forward despite the firepower of the gene stealers. In the end, he chose his own empire, but...
On the battlefield, the gene stealers were retreating steadily, and the Fire caste's attacks that were not afraid of death made those terrible things unable to exert their strength. Even though the titanium in this world has experienced several destructions, their loyalty to the Greater Good has not been wiped out.
"Continue to charge, we still have a quarter of the soldiers that can be provided to the Greater Good!" The commander's eyes turned red. The bombing and plasma splashes echoed around him. The tactical plan was gone and only fire suppression was left. and forward, forward.
If there are ruins, use firepower to fill them up, if there are enemies, shoot, and if there are no bullets, engage in close combat. In this way, dozens of fire warriors can kill a pure-blood gene stealer with all their strength, but their anger makes them feel that there is no "loss" at all. .
Such a crazy attack and the powerful performance of the battle suit made those gene stealers feel the danger for the first time. They were completely different from those who were controlled, or separated, and defeated before. When the Fire Caste's courage and despair played into Terrifying killing songs, there are few existences in this universe that can resist them.
But the Genestealers' combat effectiveness is not bad. They have the advantage of the location and use bunkers, obstacles, ruins, and the surprise attack of a small number of purebred Genestealers and the advance of the aberrations to keep the Fire Caste at bay.
After several hours of debugging, modification, search and launch preparation, the gene stealers also discovered the Tau scientific research ship docked in this world early.
The gods are so capricious. The so-called hope, the so-called possibility, the so-called honor, and the so-called sacrifice are all useless. The dark clouds are raining heavily and falling on the mortal body can kill a person in a moment. .
The Fire Warriors' assault was blocked, their treachery leaving them without support, and the commander exhaled his last hot breath and drove his blade into the head of one of the bastard leaders.
"How many compatriots are there?"
The communicator answered. "Three hundred."
"How far is it?"
The communicator answered. "Enough for them to leave this world."
The commander looked at the blood-stained Blade of Unity in his hand. In the end, he still did not change his fate. He once thought that the Human Alliance was useless, but he was wrong. Without those guys from the empire, their defeat was certain.
Watching those damn genestealer bastards gradually approaching from the ruins and bunkers, the commander's eyes were still bright and clear. This was what he learned from the great ones. He would not give in and did not care about death.
"For the Greater Good!"
Titanium's Unity Blade collided with the Genestealer's Tyranid Anti-Molecular Blade, and broke apart after a moment. It failed. He closed his eyes, expecting death to come...
But what greeted him was not rest, but the voice he was most familiar with, the most annoying, and the most numb.
"For the Emperor!"
The Fourth Skadi, the Fourth Skadi, the Emperor's war hammer, slamming into the faces of the Genestealers, bolt bombs, chimeras, melta, detonation rays, missiles and countless wills and fiery.
Alan Bair is not from the Empire. This has been his lifelong weakness. Now he has been trying to overcome it, allowing him to be ruthless and bloodthirsty like those outstanding officers in the Empire.
But he failed. The lieutenant colonel shot the genestealer's killing blade to pieces, and then the staff officer's chain sword slashed on its chitinous shell. Thick raindrops fell on the face of the screaming genestealer. , and the commander of the Fire Clan, with a blue face exposed by a broken helmet.
Alan Bayer didn't care whether he understood or not, he said something. "If you want to thank me, just thank that idiot who was so generous. Judging from the consumption on the road in order to break through here, you owe the empire a lot."
"Alien, use your life to repay the debt. Although you don't understand, Sergeant Catachan told me that you will split the unity of the Tau. It is the will that counts as poison. The real betrayal is you. The Empire will be forever grateful. Your contribution to the greater good of division!”
The commander couldn't understand it at all. He only felt that the imperial humans in front of him were full of courage and what the Greater Good preached.
The Skadi Fourth Regiment was in full force, but smoke began to emit from the Tau launch silo in the distance, indicating that the barge was obviously ready.
Alan Bair looked at the gradually getting smaller, damn dark clouds and raindrops, and turned on the communicator. "Bordreau, Bordreau, this is the ground force, can you hear me clearly?"
The communicator gave an unprecedented answer at this moment. "Your Majesty, we finally got through! Lieutenant Colonel, what happened below?"
Alan Beyer replied. "Don't ask, launch the light spear now, the coordinates..."
At this moment, in the huge star port, in those complicated launch orbits, the four-arm ether eagerly watched the launcher being slowly carried by the mechanical arm on the barge. It couldn't wait to need, want, and leave this world.
There are records in ancient Terra that a genetic sage once discovered that there were ants on ancient Terra that would sneak into the nest and kill the queen, and then rely on their own special pheromones to control the nest.
That ant will enjoy excellent treatment, it will give birth to offspring, and its offspring will replace the native species here and enjoy everything in this nest.
But if the infiltration is discovered, or the duel with the queen fails, what awaits it will change from dominance to death, and it will die as food for the larvae.
Today's gene stealer ether variant is similar to the queen ant who was found to be not the king. It can only choose to escape.
When it saw its hope approaching, the plan it had arranged for hundreds of years finally came true, but it did not notice that now, in five long hours, the strange storm in this world finally stopped.
The weather that had gathered in advance due to the release of chemical agents quickly dissipated. The ecological dome built by the Tau also collapsed early due to the attack. The light spear of the Bordeaux strike cruiser was locked in position.
"Lieutenant Colonel, it's locked, launch?"
Alan Beyer replied. "Launch."
Intense light pours down from the sky, and the barge is completely melted, leaving only a ball of molten iron. Faced with the hope of survival, the gene stealer feels real despair...(End of Chapter)