Chapter 149: Using a mortal body to match the power of a demigod
This star system cannot sustain a war large enough to affect the entire star field. The lack of supplies spreads like a virus. Whether they are loyalists or traitors, they are all trapped beasts who need to survive in the subspace storm. They must fight each other.
Under the light of the void shield, the mortals are ready to attack. The traitors are approaching. The radio is making noise. People must distinguish the voices of their teammates and the orders of their superiors. At the end of this long and twisted 40,000 years, On the rugged surface of Panlan, there is no longer a distinction between traitor or loyalty, only life and death.
"Load ammunition! Plasma team equipment! The servitors have begun to be paralyzed on a large scale for some reason, and the servo skulls are not necessarily in good shape either! The armored forces are preparing for artillery attack, we have to delay!"
"No matter what, for the empire, for us, for humanity, we need to win this battle. Skadi people are absolutely not afraid of heretics!"
Live or die, they had few options. Aim at the enemy with hypothetical weapons, bolters and autoguns, plasma or heat rays. The wrath of the Emperor was ready to unleash, and the Space Marines knew how to use their powers far beyond those of mortals. Looking at the Imperial Guards from a distance.
They were not afraid of the Imperial Guard's firepower at such a distance, and the reason why they did not avoid it at all was because of their trust in Merovingian's electronic dragon.
The second lieutenant listened to the report coming from the radio. The sizzling noise was annoying, and the good news was messy as if it was destined to be disturbed by something strange. The second lieutenant kept asking questions. "The bombardment? What happened to the basilisk column?"
The radio came intermittently. "The machine soul...is unhappy...shooting...lost..."
"Ziz...ziz." The voice turned into a complete noise, and a bad premonition grew in his heart, and he couldn't help but think that if the emperor really bless them, then please tell him what the heretics have done. ?
But to protect the Empire's Armored Regiment and... the 113th Phlaxian Regiment, he needs to fulfill his responsibilities as a man, and his cowardice becomes worthless. People will only move up when they are in trouble. No matter what, he is protected Those days are gone.
This time he had no shield at all, whether it was his mecha, his companions, or his lieutenant colonel.
"Can I do it?" This sentence came out of the second lieutenant's mouth. He looked at the bloody things in the distance. The traitors of Chaos wanted the Imperial Guard to die and the world to be burned by war. , but will the fire they carry burn their souls?
He lowered his head and spoke into the communicator. "Reconnaissance team, you can shoot. The operation code name of this war is Prometheus!"
In the wastelands and ruins, mortal elites armed with rail rifles were ready to go. The things Skadi took from the Tau were actually far more than just armors. Such useful and powerful things were also one of their goals. It's just that the relevant ammunition has no production capacity, and Skadi's sole regiment is not dependent on its use.
The soldier wore a sand suit and stuffed a giant magazine the size of his hand into it. This terrifying weapon was one of the few that could kill a Space Marine with one strike. It was also a killing weapon that required extremely large amounts of energy.
Aiming the gun, the sand rolled over the dry crystals, making his monitor blurry, but he still held his breath and concentrated.
But when the magnifying device of the electronic structure began to display blur, the sniper had to use mechanical sights to assist. The distance was almost the limit of human visual distance. Prometheus was now holding fire, and he wanted to bring those flames to mankind. Before the punishment, the foolish would knock the torch out of his hand, extinguishing the flames of the rebellious demigod.
Humanity can no longer afford a spark of fire at this moment, be it good, bad, change the corrupt status quo of this empire, or burn anything to the ground, it doesn't matter at the end of this dark forty millennium.
As the vulture punishing Prometheus, he only needs to extinguish those things.
On behalf of the empire (gods), he shot at (took away the heart of) the changer (the traitor who destroyed the peace). He has been lurking here for a long time, so long that even the demigods could not detect his existence, so long that he wanted to The whole body's carapace, which conceals the sound of breathing and heartbeat, is wet with metabolites.
At this moment, his sacrifice will bring victory and peace. Without sacrifice, the empire would not be able to survive until now.
His cloudy and sharp pupils had never moved much when he was in a natural environment, but now he caught the target and stared at that person with all his concentration.
The bright red armor, jet black skin, and tall body were taller than his brothers. When he put on the battle helmet representing the command position and stepped forward to investigate the pitiful battle situation, Prometheus' body also Displayed before the vultures.
Vengar, the heart of the traitor, pumps the consciousness of dignity and bond like blood and commands the traitors like the body of a giant. As long as the scarlet angel leaves the mortal world, his terrible legions will not attack him. scattered.
Shoot, shoot, his heart began to beat, and those turbid things were echoing in his mind, but he remained calm. The person in front of him was the enemy of the Skadi people, and the person in front of him was the enemy of the empire, but he You must wait like a stone for an opportunity that will definitely hit you.
Destiny turns slowly, good, bad, right, wrong, loyal or twisted, all in the place where the strong energy hits after the trigger is pulled.
The Sword of Damocles is hanging high above Wengar's head at this moment. The intense rail gun shooting and its terrifying power that exceeds the speed of sound are repeatedly accelerating in countless circles. If you want to describe it, it is probably the power of thunder. Millions of people gathered on the "Arrow of Orion", which was built by the alien and used by the empire to kill the alien.
Death, that word flashed through Veengar's mind, he would die, almost at the moment of the rail rifle shooting, this idea appeared in his mind, the fear and what he witnessed with his superhuman vision made him regret his genetic modification. .
The lightning-like light cannot be noticed or observed by mortals, and only the space warriors look at their commanders in an instant. The thoughts of the supermen are instantly filled with the pride of occupying this place, the arrogance brought by the power of Merovingian, It turned into surprise, fear, and then, anticipation.
They look forward to the days when their master, brother, and commander dies, and they can regain their instincts, enjoy those bad things, and get whatever they want.
Ironically, for Veengar, the life-killing blade is the salvation of the brothers he recognizes. For the Chaos traitors, a great loss is the beginning of the life they expected.
Greed, distortion, those supermen can obviously take action, but those emotions make the supermen who can hinder this shooting unmoved, dare not be moved, and do not want to be moved.
Disappointment flashed through Veengar's mind. At this moment, he couldn't help but think that maybe only those mortals would pity and miss him as a "merciful" leader, and this was all his pretense. He really had nothing. , although he is in a high position...
Death is not bad, the gods have called him away, and the words of the Destroying Power and the Supreme Heaven must be listened to. His soul has been booked. Although it came a little early, and his great achievements are not complete, he is still satisfied. .
Weingar really gave up, but he was still angry about revenge, and still wanted to persist, but his fingers and arms that could usually crush rocks could not grasp anything at the moment, there was nothing, and the world was empty.
It's just that his death was so ridiculous. He died from a mortal sniper. The auspicious instrument and his senses had blinded him, telling him that there was no danger here. The ceramic steel gave him confidence and allowed him to dare to move forward. Now his arrogance He should pay the price, and a mortal once again taught him a good lesson...
He closed his eyes. When a person can give up everything at his highest peak, it can be seen how strong his will is. Those things that make people obsessed are just passing clouds.
His behavior made a person who would never save him move. The powerful spiritual energy wrapped around his body, the power of Merovingian, and the only person who could control it was the dimensional blacksmith, and only the one who most wanted and could win his expedition military presence.
The rail rifle's arrows shot fiercely and were so powerful that they fell onto the psychic energy. Even the psychic energy learned by the tens of millions of years old AI in the subspace could not hinder it, but it could keep Weingar alive.
Bang!
Superman flew out, and the brothers pretended to be close, shouting. "Commander!" But he saw Wengar holding his chest. That terrible thing didn't kill him?
At this moment, a group of supermen looked at Weingar indifferently and fearfully. They were not sure if they would take action now, if they would take action now! Can... freedom and entertainment be restored?
And then they saw the power whip, which was the beloved weapon of a certain blacksmith. They knelt down on one knee. As a true veteran and Huron's confidant, Valtex's authority completely overwhelmed Veengar at this moment.
Weengar leaned weakly against the ruins, mutilated, and the blood in his chest kept flowing. His superhuman modified organs were smashed to pieces, and the stones and reinforced concrete on the ruins were also smashed by his body. Now he is completely helpless. Resist, and he is doomed, death.
"Take it away. If you can let us win, take it all from me, blacksmith. I know you want it."
As a dimensional blacksmith, Vartech put away his weapon. He only used that thing to control his servants. He stretched out his hand and injected the tonic prepared by the pharmacist into his heart through the injection port of the power armor. Those things overloaded his flesh and blood to repair. A tingling sensation crawled back through Veengar's body.
"Why?" The Red Angel was extremely puzzled, but Valtek just said. "I'm here for the Red Pirates. You're of great value, that's all."
"Value? Is this why you saved my life?" Veengar's tone became cold, and resentment grew in his heart because of his brother's indifference towards him. Although Valtex saved him, he still A gap is created.
His bright red armor became cracked at this moment, and the dark carapace was exposed on his chest. Even those things were cracked. The muscles like Greek statues were slowly healing due to the medicine, but his eyes were very cold.
He stood up on his crumbling body, raised his gun, and wanted revenge and complaints. The heavy rail rifle prevented the vulture from leaving. The location exposed by the flash of shooting, the sensing equipment and auspicious device on his carapace flashed out. A sign of danger, and then the explosive bullet cut through the air like a sharp blade, and the wound was also on the chest, just like Weengar's pain.
The ensign waited for good news in the castle, but only received one. "Vulture death."
The second lieutenant looked at the vast open space and the traitors who were ready to move. His inner feelings for his comrades could not help but be touched. He looked at this cruel universe and took a deep breath.
He changed it to the military channel. "All the members of Skadi's sole regiment, as well as the brothers of the Twelfth Regiment of Gray Engar, I shouldn't waste time during the war, but I have to say that just now, our plan to snipe the enemy commander went bankrupt , then we will encounter a crazy counterattack by the heretics. Although those bloody things do not know how to control our war engine, the light of the emperor surrounds us."
"And I am Skadi's only second lieutenant. You may know me, you may not have seen me, but I also live in the camp, eating unpalatable food, and praising the glory of the emperor. I once had nothing, and in the hive city The days of struggling and feeling like hell are still vivid in my mind. ”
"But the Emperor chose me, and now we are different. We go into war, grab our rifles, even if death and misery surround us."
"The heretical witchcraft and their stupid weapons are causing meaningless interference, and we all know that we have no supplies, but we must continue to fight even with bayonets."
“We don’t fight on slogans, we don’t fight on faith, we don’t rely on anything, we just want to survive, we just want to make the traitors who tore the empire apart pay the price, we just want to get back what belongs to humanity, In this dark... void universe, the light of the empire is eternal. Although it is not warm, it is better than the darkness. "
"All my comrades, in the name of the temporary commander, I order that we must guard this place until the world is safe, or we all die, and those heretics have only this choice, either die or they are defeated!"
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The soldiers raised their weapons, and the heretic team moved forward slowly. Without the protection of the void shield, they could only rely on their bodies to resist the bombs. Without the bombing of the basilisks, they only had individual weapons to attack the supermen who were better equipped than them.
When the traitors slowly pressed in, the second lieutenant took a breath. Because of Merovingian's approach, the radio became more and more unstable. He didn't know why, but he probably felt that these words would be what he could tell the empire. The guard had the last word.
he shouted with all his strength. "For the Emperor! Brothers!"
I said I wanted to write 12,000, but I still haven’t written it. Now the code is getting slower and slower. My joints and wrists are aching for some reason. This is the so-called occupational disease, don’t you understand?
Maybe I rushed too much ()
(End of chapter)