Chapter 107 Destruction of the Eagle Chapter
On the dark land, attacks from green-skinned orcs followed one after another. It was no surprise that those who were thirsty for death and blood attacked the Imperial Guards with crude weapons and equipment. The staff members remained vigilant, and their morale and the Imperial Guards were already extremely high. The emperor's honor is of course also indispensable for the loss of ammunition in a large amount enough to drown a living person.
At this moment, the advantages of the Imperial Guard's laser gun are obvious. Only one promethium generator can provide a company with almost unlimited ammunition, and energy sources such as promethium are much more important than explosive ammunition or logging gun ammunition.
In the sandbags and trenches, the Imperial Guards were immersed in shooting. Alan Bair couldn't help but think of the time when he defended the orcs in Karu City. The two memories merged at this moment, and became blurred under the influence of subspace energy. Suddenly, The crumbling city of Karoo flashed through my mind like a prophecy.
One-Eye, the war leader One-Eye, revealed his body that had been turned into a skeleton, and drove the ancient giant machine like a necromancer to destroy the city again, and the things he protected turned into smoke...
"Asshole!" Alan Bair cursed while covering his head. Under his illusory sight, the relic pistol shot and smashed the head of a green-skinned man. The staff couldn't help but ask. "What's wrong, Captain, are those psychics making you uncomfortable?"
Alan Beyer replied. "Nothing, I started to feel something was wrong. It seemed like something was affecting me, evil witchcraft."
said the staff officer. "Our soldiers have been experiencing this situation one after another. The psyker team reported that they felt a particularly powerful subspace haze covering here, but they could not tell whether it was the hulk itself or something else."
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Alain Beyer's calm analysis. "It may be caused by the distortion and mutation of the battleship." But in his heart, he actually doubted the existence of demons or powerful subspace entities, but that kind of thing should only exist in the subspace rift...
But the main situation now is to deal with the restless orcs here. They have no organizational skills. Obviously the war leaders have not spent energy on this matter, but the news of the human invasion of the hulk should have spread.
According to the confessions of the Blood Ax orcs, if nothing else happens, those orcs should happen to be in the war. The conflict between Blood Ax and snake bites has lasted for an unknown amount of time. After all, everything in the subspace is quite vague.
Sometimes Alan Bair would envy those orcs. They didn't need to think about anything other than violence and war. They obviously had a long history but didn't worry about the decline that any civilized race worried about.
Then his military boots crushed an orc's head that fell into the trench. You must know that mortal strength cannot do this, so the head has been roasted by the laser, and the smell of minced meat and rotten mushroom soup filled the air. Alan Bayer's head made him sober for a rare moment.
No matter how envious he was, he couldn't stop him from killing those aliens. When he entered this desperate 40th millennium, he never thought about retaining too much humanity.
In this dark universe where the gods laugh evilly and civilization cries, nothing can be left behind, including himself.
During this period, the Imperial Guard was not completely passive. When the scouts they sent out explored the area like eyes, they detected several orc strongholds on the surface in just a few hours.
In fact, the orcs look stupid, but they are definitely not stupid. When they realize that gathering together can prevent countless weird situations from happening, the orc tribes appear here faster than in the normal world, and the battleships tens of thousands of years ago are even more important. The orcs provide an inexhaustible supply of materials to power the engines of war.
The concept of time in the subspace is too vague, so many ships still have a lot of food and firearms, which have been supplied to the greenskins until they have completely taken root, and they can complete their own greenskin ecological cycle.
The fungus provides nutrients, and Scrooge converts nutrients into a higher life system. The orcs finally benefit, and then die in the war to feed back this terrible land. When they come to the real universe, the heat of the star kills others. Race again becomes additional energy.
The ecology of the entire cosmic hulk is like a hunter, driving the entire hulk to beat in subspace, and has even become part of the machine soul of the hulk today.
This bloodthirsty place is now driving its orcs to launch attacks on the Imperial Guard one after another. Whether it is orcs or humans, as long as the flesh and blood are cracked on the fungus on its surface, it will become its nutrition. Even this hulk may Relying on the emotions emitted by the dead soul to keep the machine soul active.
"Heretical thing..." Alan Bayer looked at the ground absorbing the blood and flesh that he had trampled, leaving only the bones. It was not the feeling of seeping into the earth, but the feeling of sucking and squeezing.
After finally clearing out the orcs, Alan Bair had time to ask. "Colonel Lane, do you have any new information from your scouts?"
The Imperial Guards of Partoria are excellent, and they are rare allies who can fight side by side. This cannot be denied. When he said this, Ryan told them most of the information they had learned so far, as if they were giving names.
The coordinates, time, location, and priority of recommendation make people feel that he is more suitable to be a staff officer than a regiment commander, but I heard that he seems to be a colonel who rose up as a staff officer.
Ryan said suddenly. "New report, about three thousand orcs are coming."
Alan Beyer said. "Almost the sum total of the current mess of trivial attacks. Is there a kill can or boss?"
"There are no cans, but the boss has three or four. It can be seen that he must be a Goff orc." Ryan is very smart and knowledgeable. After Alan Bayer was willing to share his orc knowledge with him, he almost became an orc expert in the shortest time. However, There is still a big gap between him and the veterans who often fought fiercely in places like Armageddon.
"Staff officer, ask the soldiers to take out the explosive muskets. We can't lose any manpower, not even one person. Damn it, have you finished the dessert and served the appetizer?" Alan Bayer still has a slight sense of humor to joke about this matter. It's not easy. If you were a new soldier, you would probably be in disarray.
There was no advantage in numbers or supplies, and the battle continued for several hours. The staff officer couldn't help but curse.
"Aren't those orcs tired? No matter which sector they are in, they are so enthusiastic that I can't bear it."
Alan Bair patted his shoulder. "Just entertain them with bolters and lasers, as usual."
He turned on the communicator. "The elites of Skadi's fourth regiment are going to have a hard time, but I deduce that these orcs should be the largest tribe in this area. If we can clean them up, we should be able to sleep well at night."
The veterans of Skadi's fourth regiment had also experienced one-eye's crazy attacks, but thousands of orcs didn't take them seriously, and they were still in the mood to tease them. "So many orcs are not enough to fight."
"Boss, is this what you call a narrow escape from death?"
Alan Beyer scolded back. "You guys are waiting to get off the hulk, the orcs are enough for you to fight."
There was laughter coming from the communicator, saying that they were not afraid or anything, the orcs were all cowards, long live the emperor, etc., but no matter how tough the words were, killing any alien was not an easy matter, until the hot battle blew on the battlefield. Not even the Emperor can relax until the wind ends.
Alan Bayer held a telescope and looked at the things emerging from behind the mountain of battleships in the reporting direction. "Here they come, about three to four thousand, not too dense..."
Those restless green things poked their heads out, but something wasn't right. They didn't hold weapons. Instead, many of the orcs came empty-handed, and instead of waaaagh, they moved forward impatiently and without any purpose.
"Something's wrong. Prepare your weapons. It seems like something is chasing them. Orcs should be at the top of the food chain here, something that can make three or four thousand orcs run away with their heads in their hands..." Sweat dripped from Alan Bair's forehead. There is no doubt that no matter what it is, , obviously the power of that thing is far more than that of the orc troops.
Colonel Lane asked the scouts about the situation urgently, but the scouts only made intermittent sounds and spoke a few words. "Emperor, angel! It's an angel!"
Ryan reluctantly turned off the communicator. "It seems that the gathering of green skins caused a small-scale short circuit in the radio. This is rare and only occurs when a large number of green skins are extremely emotional."
Alan Beyer replied. "To be able to scare those things with arms thicker than human heads to such an extent, could they be monsters from tens of thousands of years ago?"
The entire Imperial Guard was silent. They put away their previous careless attitude and looked at the orcs with vigilance. They saw thousands of orcs running forward crazily. The bodies of the orcs behind suddenly exploded, as if they were bombarded by psychic energy, and the ones next to him were The other orcs moved forward even more fearfully.
Before the orc exploded, there was a familiar muffled sound, like... bang?
Alan Bair frowned, but the staff officer, as the one who had served here the longest, heard that something was wrong. "Captain, this seems to be..."
Before the words were finished, the roar of the jump pack echoed across the earth. Six Space Marines leapt high and swooped down in the sky. Chainswords and bolt pistols slashed and fired, blood and the screams of the orcs continued.
On the hillside behind, the reason why the orcs were split before became clear. It was a Space Marine tactical team of about 10 people, plus an assault team of 6 people, a non-commissioned officer, and the sharpest scalpel in the empire, spreading its wings with them. The red eagle-like chapter emblem gleams in this hopeless land.
It's hard to tell whether their armor is red or white. Although the armor of the Destruction Eagle is mainly white, it looks like...
"Blood Angels?!" Colonel Raun shouted the name of the chapter he guessed in disbelief, and Alan Bair couldn't help but feel that he and the Sons of Sanguinius had an unbreakable fate.
However, Alan Bair saw his men preparing to perform the Sky Eagle Ceremony and immediately cursed. "Salute after the fight!"
The elites realized it later, but they still said it. "Your Majesty, the angels are here to help us!"
No matter how excited you are about shooting loyal bullets, there is no doubt that the appearance of the Space Marines is a strong stimulant, even more effective than the blessed imperial tonic.
It is not that the fourth Skadi regiment did not fight alongside the Space Marines, but the Space Marines they encountered were all unintelligent madmen or crazy traitors.
Shooting, shooting, shooting, explosive bombs and chain swords are constantly killing the orcs, blood and death, loyalty and victory are permeating the earth, the blood in the heart is pumping faster, and people can't help but feel happy.
"Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
The Destruction Falcons also noticed something was wrong. Why are there Imperial Guards here? They have a lot of firepower, don't they?
The sergeant said into the communicator. "Mortal troops, loyal people, actually came here. Emperor, they will die, but they met us." He instantly understood what the previous troops were covering. Even though he was a hundred years old, such crazy actions It is also very rare for him.
"All fighting brothers, end the battle quickly, I don't want to see you kill as fast as mortals."
All members of the Eagle of Destruction responded with a low, thick and terrifying response. "A natural disaster is coming!"
The huge sound was further enhanced by the powerful power armor. The terrifying sound even caused blood to flow from the eyes and nose of the orcs whose nerves and bones were much thicker than humans.
It can be said that just four thousand orcs under encirclement and suppression are no different from the mutant corn harvest produced in the agricultural world.
Flesh and blood covered the ground, and without a single alien alive, the Imperial Guard and the Astartes finally met. In the trenches, the Skadi Fourth, the elites of the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment and others Cross your arms across your chest.
The angels of the Empire walked by with their heads held high. Although the power armor was large and loyal, there was no sound of footsteps. At the same time, they were extremely agile. Their red-helmeted sergeant walked up to Alan Bair, in front of the command headquarters to be precise.
"Mortals, Imperial Guards, we recognize your bravery, but opponents like the space hulk are not something you can handle. Mortals, give us the strategic data here, and then stay stationed. After we clean up, we will ask the fleet to let you leave."
He was doing it for the good of the Imperial Guard, and for the sake of mortals. The space hulk was extremely dangerous, but with his good intentions, the Imperial Navy risked their lives to send them here. Where did he put the will of the people who wanted to die in the Imperial Guard?
And if they want to suppress the orcs for hundreds of years, this sector and the soldiers here will starve to death.
However, Alan Bair had to admit that although he looked like a mortal, the sense of security and reliability felt by Space Marines was simply indescribably strong.
Alan Bair can also be considered tall and powerful, but there is no comparison with the three-meter Space Marine. The bolt gun and chain sword in his hand are half as big as him.
But he won't show weakness. "We are not here to attack you, angels, we are the Imperial Guard, and trillions of humans in this sector are enduring hunger. If the Mandeville Point here does not expand, in just half a year, the Empire's Hundreds of millions of people will die.”
"Angels, if you are really warriors fighting for the Emperor, then let the soldiers here die. If their death can be exchanged for driving away the aliens as soon as possible, one more day will save tens of thousands of humans. The way to get down.”
Colonel Lane did not expect that he would speak directly to the Space Marines like this. Although he did not like being driven away, the mission of the Imperial Guard was as good as theirs.
The sergeant of Destruction Eagle only thought for a moment. "Very well, mortal, go to death, taking your honor and intelligence with you, for the Emperor."
"I agree with your participation in this operation, loyalist."
Alan Bair breathed a sigh of relief, and the staff also wiped cold sweat. After all, they knew how terrifying the Space Marines were. In front of Karu City, the combat power of killing three thousand Imperial soldiers in just one minute was like that of gods. .
Alan Bair took out the tactical tablet, shared the situation with the warriors of the empire, the angels of the emperor, and then said. "For the Emperor, with your joining, the battle will definitely be easier."
The sergeant replied. "This is not a war, this will be a massacre, mortal. I agree with you to join so that you can witness our power, the power of the empire, and make your loyalty stronger. And the ticket is that your soldiers will be on the verge of death."< br>
He shouted to all the mortals here without using a communicator. His voice was clear, like the light of a star shining on this dark side.
"People of the Emperor, Imperial Guardsmen, you are honored to work with the Eagles of Destruction, and with the Astartes, you will witness victory, the death of the xenos, the victory of loyalty, and the victory of humanity."< br>
"Now, show your consciousness and see how we kill the aliens!"
"For the Emperor!"
At this moment, the angels seemed to be the commanders, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, a total of three thousand elites, could not help but shout with passion in their hearts. "For the Emperor!"
But the Astartes did not know that what they were about to face were not ordinary orcs, but terrifying demons.
In fact, the orcs have also degenerated (gene seed mutation?) The ancient orcs are all macho men like the Bone Crusher ()
(End of chapter)