Chapter 153: Raise a toast to victory, the sacrifice will not be forgotten, because the God Emperor protects us
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When people forget their responsibilities, they cease to be human and become beasts. They exist neither in the hearts of men nor in the hearts of the Emperor. Let them die and be forgotten.
——Imperial Scripture
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After the short victory brought by the Skadi people, the power of chaos entrenched here collapsed. Those turbid electromagnetic interferences were no longer seen. The clear communication also represented the enemy's retreat. What's more, Veengar asked Melo Warm rest signal.
The assault team picked up the bones of their brothers. This was the only respect that Alan Bair gave them, as a reward for protecting the empire before they became traitors. Even though their rebellion caused greater losses, those sins had been liquidated by death.
And the remaining Space Marine assault team will live in fear and struggle, with their own shattered dignity. If they can still find the luck to avenge Alan Bair, he may be more willing to send them to their destructive power. Reunion in front of.
The humiliation caused by them bowing down to mortals at this moment will accompany them for a long life, until they die of overwhelming weight.
The enemy began to retreat in an orderly manner to avoid further losses. They knew that they could not take the castle. The communications soldiers in the upper command area chattered endlessly in Alan Bayer, as if they had unlimited energy and had never experienced war.
"Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair is back, we hold on, the enemy is defeated, long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
The traitors were avoiding the Skadi elites like the ebbing tide, but Alan Bair was not happy. Within a few minutes, the staff officer came with a lot of dog tags, and those dog tags It means that there are many fewer unique Skadi people in the world.
They are indeed the bastards in the hive, but they are all strong Imperial warriors at this moment. The honor of the Emperor, the war against the Chaos Space Marines is too cruel, when those who are designed to deal with Chaos and aliens are now turning against their own compatriots. The swords pointed at each other caused more damage than the aliens.
But in this dark universe, what state are mortals in? The Emperor designed the Space Marines because he believed that mortals could not bear the restoration of this huge universe... But now it seems that this design is not right. As long as there is enough faith and strength, human beings themselves are still indestructible.
No matter how strong the body is, it can't prevent the consciousness from being invaded by chaos, and no matter how smart the brain is, it will be corrupted by honor and struggle. Those supermen do have a lot of behaviors that can be called angels, but at this moment they only bring death and cruelty.
Looking at the list of dead brothers, Alan Bayer understood why the high lords of Terra were so afraid of those supermen. If that power could not be controlled, desperate killings would come, but compared to the mortal troops, they still had more Better conditions for rebellion.
At least the Space Marines can still carry barges and travel between the stars, while the Imperial Guard can only endure conflicts of all sizes with the Navy, and mortals rely too much on the Ministry of Military Affairs. Even if they rebel, it will be difficult to form a large-scale legion, but the Chaos Stars Warriors don't need it at all.
Those superhumans can fight for a long time without eating or drinking, and can kill a dozen mortals even with their bare hands. Such monsters can hardly be called human beings, and it is difficult to be truly controlled.
The betrayal of the Space Marines is the eternal pain of the Human Empire, and those superhumans often only need a great commander to burst out with power, open the wound, and let this ancient empire feel the pain of staying up all night.
When Alan Bayer sat in the command room, the brothers' dog tags were lined up, shining, and they looked lonely under the light of promethium. From the beginning of Alan Bayer's loneliness to the present, the family members have been changing and constantly changing. Yes, comrades left and new ones arrived, but now, he realized that there were fewer and fewer Skadi people.
He has no real concept of racism, but he still knows very well where he belongs in this life. Now that his hometown is no longer there and the war continues, he has not done his duty well.
"1...2...3...768...769...770..." He counted the dog tags, which also represented life. It was hard to imagine that such a small thing could represent those living men and women of the empire, but this was the reality.
Just like the data reported by the staff before, 770 people, Skadi's number has been severely reduced, and he came so late. He is sorry for his comrades. He should not engage in any exploration or treasure digging in the void. If he can go back early, …
But the silent command room was opened, and there was the sound of thumping military boots, and a deep male voice singing a familiar melody. "If the Wildcats can succeed, then we can probably do it too. Today's story will be remembered, sung by loyal people from generation to generation, and the Emperor's will will always satisfy us."
Alan Bayer teased as the staff officer walked over.
"Why are the lyrics different every time?"
said the staff officer. "I have been away from home for so long that I barely even know where I came from. I entered Chuji Academy when I was a child."
"But I can understand how you feel. It's like arriving in a big family for the first time, but your brothers and sisters are gradually leaving. When the military camp is empty, the traces of life left on those beds make me feel like a knife."
"But we can't stay. There are still soldiers who need your comfort, and the war needs your command. And I am your chief of staff (high-ranking commander) and the emperor's most loyal servant. I am ordering you at this moment, Scar Captain Di, Lord of the Landless War, go and bring your family to pledge their loyalty to the Emperor.”
He took out the appointment letter he had prepared in advance. It said Skadi, War Lord Wants, and Alan Bair, but the above content could no longer be realized. He no longer had a hometown, but what was left was The Skadi people need him to command, Skadi is immortal.
Alan Bair brushed the special piece of paper, and the Terra Star badge on the heart of his chest shone brightly, as if to tell him that people like you will never succeed until you succeed and drive away the traitors and aliens. satisfy.
"Emperor, if the war can truly end, I want to return to Skadi."
the staff officer asked. "It's already a barren land."
"Titanium." Alan Bair answered this word, and the staff fell silent. Indeed, if the Skadi relied on that terrible environmental modification technology with the help of aliens.
"It's really blasphemous. I would say such words one day. However, I agree that if we rely on those blue-skinned allies..." Staff officers, especially senior staff officers, to be precise, they are not soldiers, but directly subordinate to the Emperor and the Ministry of Military Affairs. Special members, they are both members and supervisors. As a staff member, it is absolutely impossible for him to listen to such heretical words and remain indifferent, but people are still human after all.
He took a deep breath of air, even if the air in this world was not clear, he said. "Now go outside and say something to the soldiers. Don't worry about the second lieutenant. The captain is taking care of him. His internal organs have been smashed by the traitors. Now he has to rest for half a year..."
Alan Bair rubbed his temples. "I'm not worried about that kid. It seems that the captain and him are very close?" For the Skadi and even the Falakians, Alan Bair may be their "parents" or, to be precise, their elders.
This kid didn't even care about his own marriage, but he was interested in the two people getting closer. The staff officer could only cough. "Let's talk about it after the war."
Alan Beyer retorted. "At first we thought that defeating the greenskins and red pirates was after the war, then returning to Skadi was after the war, and now..."
"We can't let good things happen. The Ministry of Military Affairs can't control us now. We can hold a military blind date or something."
The staff officer's eyelids twitched a few times, and then he said. "What a heretic, what were you thinking?"
"Forget it, by the way, the new supplies arrived tonight, and John has done a big job for us."
Alan Beyer asked. "What do you mean?"
The staff officer swallowed. "Fresh, here it comes, truck-loaded icehouse transportation."
Alan Bayer acted late. "The boy got rich?"
said the staff officer. "During this period, he poured most of his resources into a team of experienced Rogue Traders. Those guys with approvals suddenly explored a commercial road to other star regions in the subspace, and came back with a large amount of supplies. .”
"However, the Ministry of Military Affairs still has not been contacted. The agricultural world in that area has also fallen into a subspace storm. Even that world sent supplies to please us."
Alan Bair wanted to laugh, but sighed. "What a cup of sweet water, but the enemy is still there, the aliens are raging, and heretics are entrenched. I need my comrades more than supplies, but I have no choice. First, what kind of meat?"
The staff officer coughed. "Golo beasts, bull ants, birds, aquatic products, etc."
Alan Beyer said. "Bring a flamethrower for seasonings. Don't light a fire. Roasting it slowly won't be enough for tens of thousands of people. Let's start cooking now!"
"Get a few good flamethrowers, score the meat, coat it with spices and seasonings, and then quickly sear it with military-grade flames."
The consultant's stomach made a bright sound, and then he coughed to cover up the embarrassment. However, at the end of this dark forty millennium, such a good thing is actually enough for people to get out of the cruelty, but one family is happy and the other is sad. When those The traitors realized their situation and they began to regret the invasion.
Merovingian's body was constantly collapsing due to excessive use of spiritual power. When Veengar pointed angrily at Vartech and questioned him. "We lost a lot of brothers just because you said Merovingian was absolutely fine, but it only took half a day to fall into severance and weakness, and it is even more crumbling now."
"You disrupted my plan again, you deceived me, and I don't know why Merovingian turned towards you. Maybe you feel that you have the power and the entire expeditionary force is in your hands?"
"My lord Huron has sent me to command here, not you, blacksmith."
Vartech wiped the spittle from his face. He could see that something was wrong with Veengar. His anger made him suspicious and fearful, and he also had the sequelae of a mortal driving a rail rifle into his heart like a nail, and he He is not a doctor, and a doctor cannot cure this situation.
"You are hysterical. If Merovingian had been deprived of nutrition, it would have withered. But we have just failed and lost opportunities and possibilities. Now you must command the legions, spread out, and plunder energy and resources everywhere. Supplies to maintain Merovingian existence.”
Veengar asked. "Are you commanding me?" His hand gripped the blacksmith's shoulder angrily, and Valtex silently touched his weapon, and the two of them were at war with each other.
One mountain cannot bring two tigers. When Valtex showed his ambition, this situation was almost doomed. Huron did not pay attention to the desires of his confidants, which led to the current situation. But the fate is still interesting, if not Valtex, Vengar may be dead.
But if it weren't for Vartech, Werngar might not have been sniped at all, and they wouldn't have attacked, but would have attacked when Merovingian was in a more stable state.
But things have happened, and it is no longer clear who is right and who is wrong. At this moment, Weingar only feels that he and the blacksmith in front of him are incompatible. Valtex also tastes the murderous intention of the Red Angel, and in this narrow place of less than a few hundred meters Space, the demigod's hurricane will destroy everything.
The mortal servant had timidly left, and the two supermen were confronting each other, but what flashed through Veengar's mind at this moment was Huron's words: if you want to achieve great things, you must learn to endure.
His chainsword was roaring, something that should not have been retracted, but was stopped, without drinking blood, Veengar was too calm, he could not leave Vartex, he could feel that he was sick of Merovingian The ability to control it, and he was already helpless.
"I need you just as you told me, blacksmith."
Valtex also put away his whip. The two people who had been at war with each other just now began to look at the strategic map as if nothing had happened, thinking about where to plunder the power and how to bypass the blockade of the Imperial Guard.
These are the Chaos traitors. Those twisted and terrifying things are absolutely abnormal in their hearts, but they can endure for the sake of the great cause. Their humanity is blurred in the blood and violence, but the beasts know when to endure and when to bite.
Those who rebelled into the dark universe had their inner desires and bestiality, distrust and anti-group character completely aroused. They were destined to fail because they were only for the Chaos Gods they worshiped.
They cannot form a civilization again, they cannot maintain calm, their souls have become turbid, and in the end they will enslave normal people to form their own kingdom, but it will only be a castle in the air built on the driftwood called violence.
This is what the Chaos Gods want. They don't want this void to be silent, but they need this void to always be like a huge colosseum. Anything that destroys their plan, even the emperor, will be shattered to pieces.
Not to mention a mortal...
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Then there is the fact that knight-level titans do not have void shields. They are ion shields, and only castle master-level knights can have them. This has been changed, and now they all have ion shields.
I just don’t understand what aliens and knights are all about. ) Sui Sui Nian
(End of chapter)