Chapter 101: The Eleventh Kill Order of the Astartes Company
The hive is very hot today. This heat is not the energy provided by the Electric Guild, nor the geothermal heat in the hive, nor the light of the stars, but the tens of thousands of people gathered in the hive square near their homes, their beating blood. Temperature and heat provided.
On the high platform of the square, under the statue of the emperor, members of the Redemption sect holding scriptures, individual automatic guns and wearing leather masks relied on the scriptures on their bright red robes and everyone in the square to preach the world's message in front of the emperor's sculpture. sin.
When people were pulled out of the factory by the Ministry of Justice and PDF and took to the streets in ignorance, the men and women of the empire gathered here. The iron rods and electric batons of the Ministry of Justice, and the majesty of the logging guns were all here.
The faces of the residents of the hive city are all dull. They know very well that the appearance of the notorious Redemption Cult represents death, flames, despair, and tragedy, but their daily life makes them unable to tolerate other emotions. Even if they face death, The face was still set like a gingerbread man's mold.
The believers in red robes shouted from high in the square. "Under the Emperor's light, there was rebellion and murder at the top. Weapons were used against our great Imperial Guard officers. Planetary Governor V'Jian Ai was attacked and killed. He bravely protected the Imperial officers. In contrast, , the attacker was stupid and mean.”
"God Emperor, the sins committed by those traitors are unforgivable, but they sneaked into the crowd. We can only express your anger by killing eleven to express your anger, fierce flames, fierce flames!"
Alan Bair, who was watching the Redemption Sect's speech from a high place near the square, frowned. Does this guy believe in the Emperor or the God of Fire? But he did agree to this crazy plan.
Hearing the sound of thunder and screams coming from the top of the tower, Alan Bair closed the window before the smoke with the smell of human body filled the air.
This is the law that best suits the current situation. It can reduce the population, threaten the gangs, oppress the nobles, and allow the Corpse Guild to reduce the food needed for the operation of the hive. However, in just one day, billions of people will die, enough for a main hive. The purge was undoubtedly cruel.
"Alas~" Alan Bayer sighed. He felt guilty. As an ordinary person, he felt guilty. He had never been exposed to human management of human beings before, at least before today.
In contrast, Colonel Lane can drink Amset in this room and plan the strategy as if nothing happened. As an officer of the Imperial Guard, he is as ruthless as a planetary governor at this moment, and as a nobleman of this world , he does have the responsibility to touch on this aspect.
A large amount of materials, commercial and noble items produced in the Partoria Hive are all operated by the Imperial Guard of this world. It is better to say that this Imperial Guard is a soldier than a businessman. Therefore, this Imperial Guard is very important to the entire galaxy. There have been footprints.
Of course, their combat effectiveness is not bad, and those who can travel north and south in this dark galaxy are not weak, but their siege ability is extremely poor. In comparison, joining gangs and taking risks are their main duties. They are characterized by wearing red and white uniforms. The military uniforms from the ancient Terra Empire era look a bit... strange.
The attire worn by the Partorian Guard usually consists of a crimson tunic with shoulder straps, dark blue trousers with crimson stripes on the outside, and a helmet on the head.
The Imperial Guard regiments raised in Partoria are renowned for their steely discipline and courage, never flinching even in the face of the most difficult dangers.
The planet's rulers believed that brutal training and almost harsh punishments would bring order to the hive's inhabitants.
No matter what outsiders think of this training method on the planet, what they see is that it is indeed effective, and the soldiers produced in this way can maintain the same level of combat effectiveness whether they are defending or attacking.
It is also because of this that the colonel is so unkind to the rebellion. Although his business behavior in service has made him understand the world and how to deal with ordinary people, the vigorous and cruel training he has learned will not fade away. This time the gang really The kick hit a hard bone, the kind that could break his teeth.
And the colonel who was a keen soldier, businessman or noble, in short, the apex of tens of billions of people in this hive city, raised his head and asked elegantly. "What, do you think violence and killing are bad?" He was testing his partners. In short, if he wanted to overcome the current difficulties, there must be basic mutual recognition. If not, he would rather face the orcs alone.
Alan Bair shook his head. "No, no, no, you did a good job, very good. Such a move can reduce the current consumption and expenses of the hive city, and gangs cannot grow out of the ground. Such a move cannot kill gang members, but it can It can make them a target of public criticism.”
"Everyone knows that what they did caused the situation. The gangsters will definitely encounter obstacles in the hive city. They gather like excrement and scatter it all over the sky. Although the residents of the hive city have no ability to resist them, they are afraid It will aggravate those barriers and dislikes.”
"The work of pdf and the Ministry of Justice will definitely be as good as a duck in water, and in the short term, such a move will also give fear to the residents of the hive city. The fear of death will make them enough to face the green skin attacks."
"I understand your choice very well. Although I don't like it, as an Imperial Guard, I must accept it."
The colonel nodded. "Compared with this, let's discuss the next defense plan for the greenskins. The maintenance of the close-in defense guns and anti-ship lances of the hive has begun. During this period, the greenskin warships have sailed through the periphery of the world three times. , but was defeated by an Imperial Navy patrol ship."
"But as long as the greenskin calculates the intercepted locations according to the basic coordinates, and then draws lines..." The colonel drew an arc on the star map, three points, three dimensions, and almost drew it with his beautiful military qualities. specific location in this world.
Then Alan Beyer retorted. "The greenskins won't do this. They will just shout waaaagh, and then ask their tech masters to get something quickly and find Xiami's world."
"A few more junky void shields that look like they will fall apart anytime and anywhere."
The colonel was about to retort. He had fought against greenskins before. Although those things looked rough, they were definitely not stupid. They were very smart and could make and react to most of the tactics of the Imperial Guard.
But the door to the room suddenly opened and the visitor reported. "Former Major Lucas returns to the team."
"The second lieutenant of the 4th Skadi Regiment returns!"
Alan Bair covered his ears. "Keep it down, my nerves are going to be broken by this guy like you." He pointed at the ensign, and then arranged for him to sit down. At this moment, the doctor, Major Lucas, answered.
"Boy Ryan, what this young man said is right. The so-called tactics of the orcs are all luck or intuition. The orcs are born like this. Their desire for battle and tactics are buried in their bones. They don't need to draw pictures, but..."
"One glance is enough..."
Colonel Lane was speechless. He had been dealing with titans all his life, and his battles with orcs were also superficial. It seemed that he could not focus too much on his business...
Alan Bayer's guess was accurate, and so was the fact of the major's answer. At this moment, in the ruins of the space hulk, the two orc factions were gradually gathering due to the emergence of the third force, the empire. Of course, except for the fact that they wanted to beat up Xiami. Apart from that, the appearance of two sufficiently powerful orc bosses is unavoidable...
The warp dyed with dark green waaagh is in chaos, the words of the Astropath become more difficult to spread, and the gods smile evilly, but the loyalists of the Imperium have not left too far.
In fact, before the waaagh energy polluted the subspace, the Bordero's astrology had already left this galaxy. In the wild world of Damocles Bay, this place occupied by aliens has a landmark called Fear Peak, just like Ancient Terra is like the Himalayas, towering into the clouds.
The suffocating thin air and altitude sickness are enough to kill mortals, not to mention the cold and alien haze. Huge crow-like monsters hover high in the sky, waiting for opportunities to attack all living creatures.
There are still people climbing in such extreme places. If they can still be regarded as human beings, if it is true, they are probably...angels?
The bright red breastplate is marked with bright red wings, and the white shoulder armor tells their loyalty. The jump backpack that sprays blue flames behind the silent warrior body is pulling them to the top of the world at extremely fast speeds.
The falcon sitting high up swept down, its black feathers were like sharp teeth of a knife, and its claws were as big as a mortal's. Even the Astartes monks looked small, and their appearance, similar to the ancient Terran crow, became terrifying and ferocious. Ordinary When people look at it, they feel as if they have entered the microscopic world.
The buzzing sound of the communicator echoed. "Don't shoot, it's just a beast. It will meet its death." The Space Marine who spoke adjusted his armor. His helmet was red and very unique. Then the monster attacked and he raised the chain saw. The sword relied on the power of the power pack to fly hundreds of meters. The Falcon instantly noticed the prey's counterattack, and the two objects collided.
There was no sharp sound, only the buzzing roar of the chain sword. The giant eagle's head was broken, and the blood moistened the armor. In the jet of blue flames, the red-helmeted Space Marine slowly fell on the snow-white hillside cliff.
"Hurry up, keep moving, praise death, give those aliens what they deserve."
Dozens of warriors continued upward and soon reached the peak. The bloody blades and explosive bombs took away the green-skinned life entrenched in the human buildings here, and the most terrifying thing about them was the smell of promethium when death fell from the sky. And silent.
shouted the one in the red helmet as the jetpack fell into the Ork defenses. "A natural disaster is coming!"
The voices of dozens of fighting brothers. "The natural disaster is coming!" The voice was loud. The Astartes' war cry was not just the so-called ritual and momentum, but with the assistance of power armor, their voice could tear through the central nervous system of living things, even green skinned people could instantly Because of the impact, the balance is lost.
And as if the world was responding to them, huge avalanches and countless deaths fell from the side of the mountains. Amidst the horror of natural disasters, the world returned to the embrace of the empire.
In the void low-Earth orbit, several transport planes were put down. Mortal servants used promethium flamethrowers to clean up the bodies of the green skins and wipe the armor of the angels. The rest was only for a moment. When the angels returned to the transport ship, they heard a new voice. Order.
"The empire's Ka'ba base was destroyed by the green-skinned battle hulk. Battle brothers, you need to take the battle barge to that area. Because it is impossible to travel through the subspace, it is expected to take two weeks to reach the area."
War emblem, commander on the strike cruiser, Chapter Master Heerron ordered his brothers. They are all sub-groups of the Ultramarines, descendants of Guilliman, and the blood flowing in the five hundred worlds of Macragge. With imperial honor.
They seek death, answered the red-helmeted warrior. "Yes, ready."
The transport ship started, and the flames cut a brilliant tail flame in the air and disappeared into the atmosphere, leaving only victory, honor, and death.
(The Destruction Eagle Chapter is a sub-group of the Ultramarines' Second Founding Army. Their base is located in GathisII. The Chapter is famous for its piety, ruthlessness and indifference.)
After the battle barge was launched, 30 Astartes elite warriors from the sixth company, the heroes best at gang-hopping and narrow battleship combat, entered the subspace amid countless expectations.
But for this group of warriors, this is only a part of their long fighting life, a very short part. They will not stop, they will only keep fighting until the empire will no longer be invaded by heretics and aliens, until they live up to the original body. The blood left behind.
However, the subspace communications they sent were not received by the Imperial Guard. After the brutal killings, the corpses of countless hive people were transported to the factory to be turned into food to supply their families.
In space, in the space hulk, a huge orc boss is playing with his pet. He is an animal trainer and the most powerful boss of the Snakebite clan. Everyone calls him Warnke, but he likes him even more. Another name for myself, Behemoth.
He enjoys the affection of his pet Scrooge in a room he built out of trash and debris, and is watching his boys launch their spaceship.
"How are you preparing for my waaagh?"
"Do you idiots in Gaof know that we have found a huge world of shrimps?"
He asked questions into the communicator, and a green guy wearing an Imperial Navy captain's hat in the battleship on the other side answered. "No, boss, they definitely don't know. I am Blood Ax's son. You can definitely trust me. My coordinate calculation is the best among the orcs."
He looked at the star map he drew, and it was exactly the same as Colonel Lane's speculation... Well, the universe is so vast, anything is possible.
The war chief nodded. "Okay, the waaagh is about to open~ Kill them and make the shrimp into my pet food. I will use new food, new waste materials, and the bigger WAAAGH will beat Gaofu's guy!"
He switches all calls. "Boys, get on with the clicker, hold the tutu, sharpen the machete, let's get on!"
Countless orcs on the spaceship took a sharp breath at this moment!
"wag!"
the boss shouted. "Also, don't call WAAAGH, Blood Ax can hear it next door!"
Countless coughs came from the communicator...
After countless complaints, several orc battleships left the sky hulk, and under the leadership of the Blood Ax orcs, slowly approached the hive world...
I slept today, and it feels like my head was hit with an assault hammer by a gang member of the Imperial Navy...
(End of chapter)