Chapter 113 Clean up the ruined ship and set sail again
The smell of blood, stench, and decay, the demon of that thing left, the host died, and the Scrooge's body, tortured to the point of decay by subspace energy, turned into a dry, rotten mummy, exuding rotten liquid.
"Disgusting!" Alan Bayer immediately lifted up his shoes, stepping on the rotting leaves of the forest without feeling so disgusting.
But the twisting hurricane set off by fate finally extinguished today. For Alan Bair in the eye of the hurricane, the 4th Skadi Regiment, the 113th Falakxia Regiment and hundreds of millions of humans in this sector were saved.
For such a small victory, the sacrifices and prices humans paid for it were countless, and with the Emperor's blessing, if Alan Bair had not obtained the relic, and if the war between the greenskin tribes had not broken out, this plan would not have been the same. smoothly.
The Space Marine Sergeant saluted the mortal before him. Although he was still arrogant, the Imperium's worship of force made him salute any loyal man with enough martial virtue.
"Well done, mortal."
Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer returned his Eagle Ceremony. "You too, sergeant." Because there is no prefix like Space Marine or Angel, this sentence is like what the Imperial Guard Captain said to the sergeant.
Sergeant Destruction Eagle was not angry. He just picked up the demon's body, crushed it to pieces with his thick fingers, and then cleaned it with a flamethrower. In other words, he acquiesced that the Imperial Guard officer in front of him could call himself this.
This is unprecedented and honorable. There are not many mortals recognized by Space Marines in the empire. Generally, only sacrifice, courage, and force far beyond normal people can make those demigods put aside their prejudice and arrogance.
Next, the mission of the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment became to contain the greenskins who escaped while the Space Marines were slaughtering below.
They probably couldn't clean it up, and the green-skinned spring breeze was blowing again, not to mention that the machine spirits here deliberately protected the orcs, but it is conceivable that the ancient technology retained in such a huge hulk should allow people to continue to survive for a long time.
Although the orcs underground still cause fear and headaches, a large number of desperate adventurers who want to make a fortune will continue to enter, bringing countless treasures to the empire with their lives, and suppressing the orcs.
Next, the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment will be stationed on the surface of the hulk, and the Imperial Navy fleet will conduct long-term orbital monitoring around this thing to ensure that no orcs can come to the surface and use those disgusting orc buildings on the surface.
Soon this terrible place will be transformed into an inexhaustible treasure trove of technology and a place of death. The Church of the Machine will arrange a demon sealing ceremony to suppress the machine souls here. Psykers will also become popular hires, and bring... The mortals who came here gathered in the ditch on the surface of the hulk with bottles and cans after a long time.
They sat here, using simple sandbags as tables, alien corpses as benches, empty cans as wine glasses, and promethium-heated cans as delicacies.
The soldiers sang cheesy songs, drank amset or snake wine down their throats, cut up delicacies thrown from the rails, and feasted on the food they craved.
And the song was heroic and joyful, enough to travel through the void and reach the Emperor in the highest heaven.
"In the future of dawn, wars continue, the blades of chainswords are chilling, they want us to disappear from Terra, they want humans to disappear from the universe."
"Oh~ God, oh, my emperor, oh, my God Emperor, they want you to disappear from Terra!"
"The words of heresy are as deadly as blades. They are absorbed into my flesh and blood. All the conspiracies are buried in the words, his rhetoric!"
"Oh, my Emperor! My God Emperor, we will not disappear from this universe, Oh, my Emperor..."
The soldiers raised their cups. Accompanied by Amset, amidst the alcohol and the stinky faces of the staff, and with the permission of the regiment commander, the Military Department did not know that the bells clinked, the cups clashed, and the food was eaten.
There are staff officers at the company level of the Imperial Guard. Those loyalists who came from Chuji Academy are full of doubts about today's debauchery. However, with the consent of senior staff officers, they can only allow such stupid things as drinking during wartime.
The Imperial Guards are also very simple. Just the inferior and turbid stuff brewed in the hive can make them happy. Even if it tastes bad, for them, this is the best celebration banquet.
But Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer did not participate in it. Instead, he was on the mountain range composed of the wreckage of the hulk battleship. The two-kilometer-long metal mountains protruding from the sky were ups and downs in this place. The war between the orcs The rocks are in the distance, and Brother Gaomao's smile is even more lifelike.
But he didn't come here to enjoy such "beautiful scenery". Next to him, the sergeant of the Destruction Eagle Chapter stood tall. He took off his helmet, revealing his middle-aged face and brown hair studded with silver nails on his forehead.
"Mortal, I ask you again, why do you know the existence of demons."
"I am not speaking on behalf of my Chapter or the Adeptus Astartes. I am speaking only out of personal curiosity. Because of this, I will not ask questions while wearing a helmet."
Alan Bair knew very well that when he took off his helmet, the war equipment of the Astartes would cease to be powered by the power armor backpack, and the various delicate equipment in it, including the communication attack energy, would also stop. Such actions have already expressed If he is sincere, it will do no good to evade him.
"I got a memory in my short life. It was so real that I wasn't sure if I was myself or who I was. It contained a beautiful human world, a stable life, and the subspace. Information clearly recorded and made public by demons, the supreme gods, and even the Dark Ages and the Great Crusade.”
The sergeant stopped moving, unsure. "Well... Then, you may be the most dangerous existence in this galaxy. It's just the things in your mind. Although I don't know whether they are true or not, there is no doubt that they are valuable and will also pull you into the abyss."< br>
"And you, didn't even tell your soldiers, but told me?"
Alan Beyer replied. "There are no airtight walls in this world. The legendary Black Library also has records of those things. No matter how the empire hides it, there will always be people who know about it, and no matter how dark I am, I will not hide it forever."
"As long as I continue to increase my stakes, it will be enough until the empire knows that I know a lot, but cannot take action openly because of my importance."
"You don't really think that Sun Lord Macharius, the greatest mortal in the Empire in the past hundred years, would really be foolish enough to die on an unexplored world, just from illness and the depression of a failed expedition?"
"In this universe, my life doesn't matter at all. Even the Sun Lord doesn't matter to this empire. Mortals are the cornerstone. No one cares what cement thinks."
"Only trampling, facing the treatment of concrete can only be trampled, sir, but I still will not resist the empire, because at the end of this dark 40th millennium, according to my memory, something big is about to happen."
"And...the Primarch will return."
The sergeant's huge body trembled obviously. Even if he heard so many words that could be evaluated as treason, he was not one-tenth as excited as something as important as the news about the original body.
"Who is it?" he answered urgently.
Alan Beyer said. "I'm telling you, you're in this boat, and I might be a heretic, corrupted by demons, glib and scary."
"In this world, desire, curiosity, love, and all emotions will become the root of heresy sprouting in your heart."
"Sir, forgive me for speaking directly, but if you really listen, there will be no turning back."
The sergeant put on his helmet, signaling the end of the call. "Lieutenant Colonel of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, I have handed over your bravery and experience to the Ministry of Military Affairs. The Empire will remember your sacrifice and contribution." He said a few official words before jumping off with a jetpack. Alan Bair sighed inwardly at the determination of the Space Marines, no wonder they could endure the corruption of subspace.
And this is why he told the sergeant. First, the other party had already guessed it. Failure to explain it clearly would only create suspicion and eventually develop into an irreversible conflict.
Second, no matter what, there are so many things that can be read in his poor head in this world. There are no airtight walls in this world, unless he is dead.
Alan Bayer sat on the top of the hulk, looking at the long horizon below, and couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.
How is he going to get down? The main peak of the Five Mountains is only 1,500 meters. This is more than 2,000 meters. How is he going to get down? !
When he was brought up by the Space Marines, he had no idea that they would forget about him. Obviously, those words had a great impact on the sergeant. Alan Bair could only turn on the communicator tremblingly.
"Is that Bordeleau? Is the captain here?"
The communicator answered. "Here, we are bombing and clearing the orc forts. What's wrong? Commander of the fourth regiment of Skadi."
"Come to the communicator signal coordinates when you have time. I can't climb the mountain and go down. The entire transport ship will pick me up..." Alan Bayer replied with a blushing face.
A questioning voice came from the communicator. "Huh? What did you say, sir?"
Alan Beyer emphasized again. "The whole transport ship picked me up and I couldn't get up and down the mountain!"
The communicator answered. "Yes, sir!" Then the other party may have forgotten to cut off the communication, and only heard happy laughter from the other side...
Half an hour later, the flaming Bulldog transport plane landed from the orbit, in front of Alan Bayer. After climbing up through the rope ladder, Colonel Lane and the staff sitting inside asked Alan Baier.
"How did you get up here, two thousand meters? The atmosphere here is unstable and very thin. There is no oxygen equipment for climbing at such a height..."
Alan Bair dusted himself sitting on the top of the hulk. "Ahem, I am the most loyal and powerful officer in the empire. I am not even a day or two. What does it mean to climb two thousand meters?"
"Then don't let anyone pick you up!" the staff officer scolded.
"I'm tired of climbing." A person needs face and a tree needs bark. A tree will die if it has no bark. A person without face is invincible. Alan Bayer drank the coffee used by the pilot on the transport plane, very naturally.
Colonel Lane patted the speechless staff officer and asked Alan Beyer again. "You're leaving, aren't you?"
Alan Bair nodded. "Of course, I am not the Imperial Guard here. I just came here by accident. Although I like the 143rd Regiment of the Partorian Guard very much, there is no war in the world that will never end."
Colonel Lane nodded. "I'll go back and code you a letter of recommendation, a letter of commendation, and an application for extra supplies from the Military Affairs Department of this sector. I'll stay there for a few days and wait until I get the quota. The Partoria Guards are in this sector. Still have some say.”
A trace of hesitation flashed across Alan Bayer's face, but it quickly disappeared. "No, my friend, comrade-in-arms, servant of the Emperor, my hometown and I have been out of touch for too long. During this time, I have been feeling that something happened. We must reach the next area as soon as possible and pass through a standard star area. We’re home.”
The size of a star sector in the empire varies, such as the five hundred worlds of Ultramar. You must know that the solar system only has 8 planets, so you can get a glimpse of the hugeness of an empire star sector.
About two and a half months, even subspace travel takes two months, and there is still half a month to exit the trip for supplies, and then enter Mandeville Point. If the journey goes well, this homecoming expedition can come to an end.
Colonel Lane saluted Alan Beyer. "Yes, but you must accept my letter of recommendation. Even in the Elora Curtain, there are Astra Militarum soldiers who know me, which will make your travel easier."
"Thank you again, comrade. If one day this place faces danger again, the Skadi Fourth Regiment will still not look back."
Alan Beyer said.
Colonel Lane replied. "I replied to you exactly, if there is any disaster in Skadi, you will see help from me within two months."
"Get your astropaths ready."
He held out his hand. "And remember, the friendship between Skadi and Partoria will not fade with time. If it weren't for you, there would be no living people in this sector."
Alan Bair held his palm, and the command gloves worn by the Imperial Guard officers were taken off, leaving only the powerful and scorching temperature.
"For the Emperor, brother," he answered.
"For the Emperor." The colonel nodded.
In this dark end of the 40th millennium, amid despair and pain, sacrifice and death, friendship and strong alliances continue to emerge in the most cruel circumstances. No matter how the Empire and the Ministry of Military Affairs continue to obliterate the possibility of the Imperial Guards uniting, human beings The emotions are still strong and bright.
The combination of the two Imperial Guard regiments is like a sharp blade cutting through the star area covered by green skins, using iron, blood, lead bullets, fine steel and lasers to change the tragic fate. This is how mankind continues to grapple in the dark universe. I have been fighting until now.
When the Bordero's engine burned again and the pistons turned, the story of the Imperial Guard continued to open a new chapter.
The endless void cannot cover up those good things, those things that can span the entire galaxy, but in Skadi, in Gundwar VI, in the Pangia sub-sector, the entrenched evil will also be unveiled...
It’s best if it ends like this ()
(End of chapter)