Chapter 129: Space Meat War: Psyker Think Tank Orcs Join the War
Can the breath of war spread in the void? Although human perception, sound, light, and most of the feelings are blocked by the vast void, the suffocation caused by the reports of teammates dying and various enemies approaching on the screen is more than the front. battlefield.
On the small bridge, in the command point, on the Coloni, Marcato is receiving the most intensive intelligence reports on this battlefield.
"The destroyer launches torpedoes and blocks Area A. Sir, our battleship is under attack!"
"The traitors are breaking through Area B. The torpedoes are gone, their void shields have not yet been overloaded, and the Third Squadron is losing battleship structures."
“The difference in quantity is too big!”
Makato, a veteran who has served for decades, a man who is not timid in the face of countless aliens, now looks at the countless miserable and terrifying light spots on the star map glowing with the red light of death, but he feels a trace of fear. The feeling of being suffocated with your head covered is suffocating.
Although his battleship fleet has not yet been completely destroyed, it will only be a matter of time if this continues. Every loyal imperial battleship is being attacked by two or more heretics.
As the commander of the command center area, General Makato has experienced more despair than anyone else, and he knows the battle situation better than anyone else. If the losses continue, this sector will definitely lack effective forces.
The Adeptus Mechanicus' asteroids were still charging, and they were not as maneuverable as battleships, so they had to rely on the Imperial Guard's defense to delay the damned enemies.
Those heretics are not stupid, they are just damned. They deliberately bypassed the metal gate composed of three asteroids and shaved off the Imperial Guard battleships bit by bit like a knife cutting fish.
Tactically speaking, they must ensure that the volcano cannons of the three planets are normal. This sense of oppression is two-fold. For those heretics, the monstrous flames launched by the Mechanicus are also deadly and terrifying things.
After the destroyer reported that it had been hit again, the volcano cannon was fired. The large-scale battleship battle in the void completely passed through human sight distance, but the three bright red heat rays were still clearly visible, like the brilliance of a comet passing by. The sky is not warm, but brings death.
The Imperial Guard's delaying success allowed the Adeptus Mechanicus to exchange for one of the traitor's cruisers at almost no cost. Although the brutal flesh-grinding war in the void continued, if this rhythm was maintained, the Empire's victory was not far away.
Although countless loyal men and women of the Empire would be sacrificed, the Lieutenant General still did not dare to drive those Orcs. If they defected or wanted to take advantage of the situation when the war was fierce, the Astra Militarum would be attacked from both sides. For Lieutenant General Makator , the greatest help is for the orcs not to cause trouble.
Distrust, this kind of emotion will definitely permeate the upper echelons of the empire. Those disgusting orcs are not worthy of trust. In contrast, they are more looking forward to the power of the Mechanicus to destroy the enemy.
In the evil heretic flagship, there are constant reports of chaos and destruction.
"Destroyer No. 5 of the Second Squadron, the signal disappeared."
"Cruisers No. 3 and 4...disappeared..."
"A major battleship, the signal disappeared!"
The battle situation became not so good. After those cursed evil heretic battleships were melted by the strong power of the volcano cannon, the Imperial Guard's advantage in terms of firepower began to gradually appear. Weengar now became the one who was strangled by the throat. From the violence The abuser becomes the victim, so to speak, the change is just a few hours of flesh-and-blood fighting.
"How are our kills going?"
replied the mortal servant. "Three destroyers, sir, the empire has been avoiding the more important ones. Their battle planning is very clear, and the tactical level of the battleships is also very high. In contrast, our troops are all forcibly recruited from all major worlds..."
He was blunt again, but what he said still made sense. This was why Veengar had such great use for him. Although Veengar had already tasted the erratic betrayal of mortals, he still used a large number of ordinary people.
This is why the Black-Hearted King Huron reuses Vengar. Compared to a genius who collapses and escapes after being hit, this battle-hardened Red Angel can not only face it, but he can also challenge it. This is a rare and extremely important talent. , one day he will achieve the honor of winning every battle. This is also Huron's evaluation of Weingar.
As the commander of the entire fleet, Weengar is also very aware of the weaknesses of his troops. Those mortals are like this. They are weak, have poor discipline, and have low combat effectiveness. However, they are also excellent in combat effectiveness, and when they rely solely on numbers, When the strategic target cannot be captured, the real sharp blade will naturally have to be unsheathed.
"Battle brothers, the time has come for revenge."
With an order, several battle barges and the mounts of the Space Marines left their positions. As the real elite of the Human Empire, the battle barge has quite terrifying combat effectiveness. It carries most of the elite technology of the Human Empire and is used in reconnaissance and defense. , which is much better than the normal cruiser of the Imperial Guard in all aspects.
But that is not really fatal. The scariest thing about a battle barge is always its passengers. Those space warriors walk into the transport ship. The vehicle that can cross the void is equipped with a melta cannon that can penetrate the hull, allowing the demigods to enter. Massacre inside.
Those evil bright red battleships roared closer. Compared to the Imperial battleships, they had more spikes and dead bodies. Because following Huron into the subspace, the machine soul and its appearance had already undergone many distortions and mutations. Those terrible things relied on The powerful void shield approached the loyalist forces of the Empire, and the light spears and cannons seemed useless. The evil machines of the gods slowly approached, and the transport planes of death sprayed out...
Lieutenant General Marcato's command point came out. "The first strategic ship was invaded and started fighting. The enemy is...Astartes!"
Lieutenant General Makato shouted. "Oh God Emperor!"
"Didn't the close-in defense artillery shoot down their transport plane?!"
the communications officer replied. "Reported sightings of small void shields deployed on transports."
Makato cursed. "How is it possible? Although void shields come in various specifications, transport aircraft are not often used. If that body has a shield...then"
Sweat poured down his forehead instantly, and he realized something was wrong. "Psychic!"
Makato's concerns were right. In the huge corridors and tunnels of today's imperial loyal battleships, a faint spiritual light exuded a deadly blue. Mortal troops fell like straw, with twisted masks on their faces, like Sanguinius. Dressed like a man, but with bright red paint and a mutated head that represents death.
There was a long rack of trophies behind him. On those things were the heads of orcs, Eldar, and even other Astartes. The psyker's fingers touched the flesh and blood on the ground that had been exploded by his psychic energy, and smeared the blood on it. On top of his mask, he enjoyed the screams of his prey.
Think Tank, an evil think tank. The gods taught him incomparable power and allowed him to destroy his own people. Those bloody massacres became his great achievements, and he never tired of it.
"Is this the human army that Vengar is worried about?" He sounded a little disdainful. Although he joined as a follow-up force, he was originally from the Blood Angels think tank and looked down on Vengar, a bastard who was not a founding group, to command him. What's more? He is also a powerful psyker.
But he doesn't know that psykers are also unstable and crazy in Huron's eyes. He will probably never reach such a high position. At most, he will be active as the head of the legion's think tank.
At least now he is still using killing and blood to try to win Huron's favor. The damage caused by this damn heretic think tank is comparable to several cruisers.
With a large number of mortal troops, he was like a piranha devouring the enemy from the inside, wiping out all the combat effectiveness of the huge battleship. There were tens of thousands of sailors on the battleship, but they were unable to effectively kill the think tank. Such a cruel thing This continued to happen on the Imperial loyalist battleships. After the battleship's firepower was lost, other troops also jumped to the gang.
Shootings outside the visual range turned into bloody meat-chopping battles. The Astartes' demigod abilities slaughtered mortals. The battleships' fallen areas became larger and larger, losing effective firepower. It even gradually happened that Imperial battleships shot at their own people.
Makato looked at the darkness on the star map. The bright red mark was getting closer and closer. The impatient communication sound was even more continuous. The filling of the Mechanicus was also much slower due to overheating.
"How many more battleships are there?" Marcato asked
the adjutant replied. "Three of them are in the battle for gang jumping. According to the battle report, most of their areas are gradually falling."
"We still have 6 intact battleships, all destroyers are destroyed, 4 cruisers, and two battleships, not counting our flagship and the Bordeaux. The Bordeaux is independent of us due to sector issues. Outside the army.”
"The loss is more than half, will the Emperor forgive me?" Makato murmured to himself, and then said. "How is the situation on the Bordeaux?"
the adjutant replied. "We have lost 30% of our armor, but we are still able to move. We are making a roundabout defense against the Steel Gate of the Adeptus Mechanicus."
Makato took a deep breath. "What are the enemy's losses?"
the adjutant replied. "Twelve of the 31 enemy ships have been lost. The enemy also has destroyers and cruisers, but the battleships except the flagship have been completely destroyed."
Makato looked at the communicator, and he was deep in thought, whether to use the orcs. If the orcs join the war now, their strength can be used to protect the Steel Gate to ensure victory in the defensive battle, an undoubted victory.
But to have the sacrifices of countless men and women in the empire be influenced by aliens can be considered a shame for his career, and a humiliation for the victims.
Struggle, as a senior member of the Imperial Guard, he needs reinforcements, but as an Imperial Guard soldier, he wants victory for humanity.
As his thoughts wandered, the battle situation became more and more intense, and every minute and every second was delayed by the blood of the Imperial soldiers.
And the result of his final decision was to let the orcs participate in the war. If he continued to insist, he would only run out of ammunition and food... Although those aliens could never be trusted, it was for the continuation of mankind.
He turned on the communicator, and the one-eyed man lying in ambush in the asteroid belt relied on the auspicious device to take in the battle situation for a long time. He marveled at the anxiety of human war and the destructive power of those space warriors, and also wondered why they had not attacked yet. When the communication The instrument roared, and a smile appeared on the corner of One Eye's mouth.
"Boys, let's get to work. Shine your shoes and grab the Tutu. Let's charge!" He yelled, and several Imperial-style warships full of green skins appeared from the planet belt. Those warships were deliberately modified. At the time of the Great Crusade, it looked like the old empire that had ruled the galaxy had reappeared.
Wiengar quickly received the report and reviewed the information. "The time jump caused by the chaos of subspace?!" He is very knowledgeable and naturally knows that subspace will cause time travel. Many terrible things in this void suddenly appeared after the violent subspace storm, but he also feels that Something is wrong, the subspace storm here has stabilized.
"No matter what, give priority to joining those battleships!"
The war situation changed instantly, and the Imperial Guard was kept in the dark except for the top brass. The Imperial Navy watched in disbelief as the seemingly ancient and powerful reinforcements sprayed light spears and cannons to defeat the enemy, but they also discovered that the Space Marine barges had switched. Target.
Ork warships are not much superior to those used by the Astra Militarum, and many Ork designs cannot be used even in order to disguise themselves as Imperial warships. Under such circumstances, close-in defense cannons are completely unable to break through the shields of psykers.
Soon those things smashed into the inside of the boys. When the Space Marines disembarked in an orderly manner, what awaited them was not the expected shooting of the Imperial Guard, but huge chops and long-prepared orcs. Lieutenants (boss).
"Fuck him, boy, shoot his mother!"
"waaaagh!"
The Space Marines were stunned for a moment. They were ready for a shooting battle. They didn't expect the situation here. Those tattered weapons roared, guns and slashes were swung. The Space Marines could only take out their chainswords to fight back. The bodies were covered in blood and flesh. Flying around, the space warriors can also feel the resistance of the boss of the orcs, not to mention there are so many boys shooting.
"Brothers of War, contrary to expectations, Think Tank, uses psychic powers!"
The commander of this team shouted that something was wrong. His weapons continued to resist the attacks of the orcs, and the think tank also waved his staff and rolled psychically.
But he was quickly suppressed, and the light green energy emitted by an orc psychic kid dressed like an Astra Militarum psyker in the distance countered his spell. Although his superhuman intelligence and physique could still use psychic powers, The power and casting time will also be greatly increased.
The battle brothers had to shout. "Think tank!"
Sweat dripped from Think Tank's forehead. He had not expected the current situation at all. The Space Marines were not weak, but they planned their tactics largely based on the expected enemy situation. The Space Marines' positions and weapons were not designed to deal with the Orks. It was the things that caused them to suffer a big loss.
Under constant orc attacks, Veengar waited for a report of victory at the command point, but only the screams of his battle brothers and the roar of the orcs answered him.
Weingar reacted quickly and shouted immediately. "All gang members, don't get close to the new enemies! Those are not humans, they are orcs!"
But it was too late. The Space Marines had already set off and jumped into the green meat grinder without hesitation. Each of them had to deal with hundreds of orcs at extremely close range until they were exhausted and overwhelmed by the small green tanks...< br>
Yesterday I wrote two thousand words and then fell asleep ()
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