Chapter 157 Red Pirates’ Demonstration, Merovingian Restarts Countdown
Night is not a time for sleep for the Imperial Guard. During orderly shifts, the Imperial Guard must ensure that someone is always awake to face various terrifying situations.
The city here is now torn apart by a huge fallen battleship. It can be said that the defensive servitors and sentry towers previously designed by the Mechanicus have become useless, and the harsh environment prevents the Imperial Guard from suppressing the enemy. Only at this moment will people feel that flesh and blood is really troublesome. .
"Our next batch of supplies should be pressured by the Adeptus Mechanicus." Alan Bayer turned on the night light, looked at the report, yawned, and took another sip of his favorite artificial caffeine.
The staff officer replied. "The Adeptus Mechanicus, indeed, they sent many Alpha-level veterans and two Sages."
"What an honor. It seems that they have completely opened their hearts to us, but there is nothing we can do. After all, that kind of thing suddenly fell in front of us..." Alan Bayer looked at the steel dragon stained with flames from the window. If you recognize this method, you will probably know who is coming.
Although he doesn't like the Mechanicum very much, the foundry governor of this world is obviously better than the many mortal planetary governors he has seen. In this place where the situation is getting more and more complicated, it is already very difficult to still plan the troops' advance normally.
Laziness and complicated emotions filled the entire world. The harsh environment and the changes brought about by the orcs made the originally safe situation worse, and the Ministry of Military Affairs was unable to support the Imperial Guard in the short-term campaign against the two forces.
Now, on the small pan basket, the Imperial Guard, the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Orcs and the Traitors are huddled together, and one can't help but feel that this galaxy has nothing to do with its spaciousness.
"Let's raid those traitors first and see if we can destroy those things in one go. If our cold-proof clothes arrive normally, we'll take action tomorrow." Alan Bair looked at the silver-white wilderness and this damn, empty place. It's a deserted city, but behind their castle is a brightly lit, normally functioning hive.
The honor and prosperity of the former empire had faded due to the war, and the city had become like a wasteland amid gunfire and bombings. However, under such a tense situation, the Mechanicus still sent servitors and mortals to continue working, and Skadi was also affected by this. Shut up for the sake of profit, otherwise it would be absolutely terrible to be stationed in this deserted place.
Unknowingly, Alan Bair has also become accustomed to the peace here. Although the city of the Mechanicus is slightly inhumane, life is better than the cruelty of the void.
And he is not a god, he cannot save everyone, and he cannot make the world a better place. Aliens, heretics, and evil things are expanding wantonly in the territory of the human empire.
What he did to those heretics could only be blood for blood, tooth for tooth. When the Emperor's light shines in the corner of this dark universe, the wrath of the Imperial Hammer will follow, but Alan Bair also It is clear that humanity can never return to its former glory, whether it is the Dark Ages or the Great Crusade.
Having seen the light, it is difficult to bear the darkness. Even the sun lord Macarius cannot be free from the secular world. After he created one of the few miracles in human history, he realized that if he wanted to create the glory of the Great Expedition, he must let mankind get the light of the Star Torch. The news that you can survive in places where the light does not shine.
But he failed. The Sun Lord, who had opened up countless worlds and defeated many aliens and heretics, fell into ruin in the darkness outside the galaxy. He was betrayed by the people of the empire he once protected and assassinated in a remote place, far away from Terra and the Earth. The frontier world of Throne.
Every time he thinks about this, Alan Bayer will hesitate whether he should continue to work hard. Maybe this disgusting empire is hopeless.
But it is still the Emperor's last gift to mankind, and it is also the only place for humans to live in this cruel universe. Although it is corrupt and crumbling, it is still the last home of mankind.
And Alan Bair has always worked hard for the remaining soldiers of Skadi. He has always cheated and deceived the empire whenever he could.
At this moment, the night was approaching. Alan Bayer picked up his communicator. As a commander, he couldn't be idle. He was bored anyway, so he took up the responsibility of asking for help, regularly sending signals to the external patrol team to request. The other party replied that he was a lazy man who wanted to avoid other comrades in arms. He didn't like to sleep either, or it was already difficult for people to sleep on the battlefield.
"This is the headquarters, this is the headquarters, please reply to the third reconnaissance team." After the report was completed, the sound of sizzling electricity appeared.
"The Third Reconnaissance Team responded that everything is normal, everything is normal, the Emperor bless you."
Alan Beyer replied. "Roger." Then he started the next one, the second, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth. It was boring, but it was the only greeting to the patrol troops who were still holding on. They were wearing thick cold-proof clothes and walking on the road. In the dark night with no one around, Alan Bayer must also be responsible for the lives of those loyal people.
He exhaled a breath of mist, and there were still nine final groups to answer. "This is the headquarters, this is the headquarters, please answer the Ninth Reconnaissance Team, please answer the Ninth Reconnaissance Team."
Sizzling, sizzling, time passed by minute by second, Alan Bayer looked at the communicator and repeated it again, but there was only water mist generated by the mist he spit out condensed on the communicator.
"Emperor..." He frowned and pressed the emergency button. The roaring and alert sentry made a piercing sound under the constant light of the Lumen Tower. No one could sleep peacefully anymore.
"This is Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer. The Ninth Reconnaissance Team lost contact during the 10-minute interrogation. They are in Area A in the West. All go to the watchtower!"
The soldier climbed upstairs and took the weapon and the clothes to protect him from the cold winter. The visibility at night was extremely low, and the lumen tower kept shining, hoping to find out what was wrong with the situation. Under the shining and exploration of the light, a dark patch of darkness in the dark wasteland The iron sheet suddenly appeared. It was the transport barge of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and it was also a supply truck familiar to the Skadi people. At this moment, there were bright red traces on it.
"What is that?" Alan Bayer took out his telescope and looked at it. Next, it was hard to imagine what he saw. Bloody human internal organs and flesh were smeared on it, with an eight-pointed star and a symbol of chaos painted on it. String orc language.
Hundreds of Skitarii were tied to it, and the mechanical parts were dismantled. Two mechanical sages were given special care. The titanium alloys had been severely beaten to pieces, and detectors were attached to their bodies. and prosthetic eyes were completely damaged.
The rough iron chains and those symbols made Alan Bair feel restless. Obviously, the skitarii and the Mechanicus sages combined did not have that much flesh and blood, so the disappearance of a reconnaissance platoon...
And those "painters" and a few orc boys were still watching the light of the Imperial Guard Lumen Tower in panic beside the truck.
"Heresy... Alien!" He gritted his teeth. This matter had touched his bottom line. From the time he took command until now, he had never been so provoked in any battle, large or small.
"Fire up the Chimera, Baneblade, and Lemanus, and bring the detonator gun and plasma gun. Be prepared. Those heretics may be ambushing nearby."
The staff officer looked at the disgusting thing and commented. "It's hard to imagine that the orcs and red pirates actually..."
Alan Bair cursed. "I don't care what they are doing, I just want them to pay the price. When they declare war on us like this, they must die."
This sentence also includes fear and anger, or both. Those aliens making such a choice mean that they will no longer take the Imperial Guard into consideration. During this time, Skadi's soldiers will also go out with all their strength. Destroy those things.
In the past, we only monopolized their supplies, which was obviously too gentle. It would be a waste to fight a war of attrition with any heresy. We must deal with those things quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, regardless of the cost.
The Chimera armored vehicle drove out very fast. Apparently the orcs didn't realize that humans would notice their little moves so quickly. The blood axes in military uniforms quickly began to abandon the barge they brought and ran with all their strength on their fleshy feet. .
But unless all of them grew up eating promethium, how could they possibly outrun the Imperial Guard's war engines? Moreover, there were no obstacles or bunkers in the vast wilderness, and it was even more impossible to evade.
The roar of the Imperial engine and the anger of the Imperial Guard followed one after another in the wilderness. Those chaotic traitors were blasted in the darkness and cold by crude and intensive attacks before they could escape. However, there were not many things transporting this letter of challenge, and there were not many of them. It's not an alien loss.
But killing them like this is not enough! "In the cockpit, speed up, get closer to the orcs, and don't hit or shoot, I'm going to hack them to death!"
It’s hard to imagine that the words of Khorne were spoken by the Imperial Guard, but at the end of the 40th millennium, such tactics are actually very common within the Imperial Guard. When the enemy’s armor is difficult to penetrate, commands on the observation port are used. Guan Lai uses power swords and other similar weapons to break through the enemy's armor, and then fires the main gun fire into it.
Relying on the mobility of small tanks to defeat the weak and the strong, I heard that the commander who invented this tactic used this method to kill a worm hive army, but Alan Bair was obviously venting more than tactics at the moment.
The roar of the engine was like a desperate roar to the orcs at this moment. They were already running with all their strength, their thighs were trembling, and they were shouting tremblingly. "Boss Xiami is here! The orc killer is here!"
Next, Alan Bair used his power scythe to quickly cut open the head of the yelling orc. He was like a lord riding a horse to kill in the feudal world or a Krieg cavalry. The bloody blood was wet on the salamander cart. , because Alan Bayer did not activate the destructive stance, and completely relied on the sharpness and strength of the sickle to cut off the head.
The green-skinned blood with the smell of fungus flew far away and stained Alan Bair's military uniform. If uninformed people saw it, they might think that an evil human cosmic country was massacring harmless indigenous intelligent creatures. .
After all, the Imperial Guard's attire is a bit crazy no matter how you look at it. Skeletons, sky eagles, crazy killings, and the hatred for aliens keep the projectiles shooting. A few orcs are not even enough to feed this terrifying army.
When the killing was over, Alan Bayer stepped off the command-shaped Salamander tank, holding his trophy, the head of an orc boss. He was also a special operations boss who directed this operation. He seemed to be at the level of a major. Orc officer.
After ensuring the area was clear, Skadi's Catachan surrounded their warlord, albeit Lieutenant Colonel Alain Bair, to keep him safe, while the Chief of Staff stood by with bolter and chainsword in hand to sing the praises of the battlefield. Praying, Skadi's soldiers lined up in order, slowly marching in goose steps to the drumbeat of blood and death.
“LitanyofWar
Emperor, bestowonmeYourrighteousfuryandYourfuriousstrength.Letmebecomethestormthatblaststheenemyfromyoursight.
War Prayer (chanted before joining the battle)
Human Emperor, please grant me the wrath of the most righteous son, please grant me the wrath of the most righteous son. Please make me your son's trumpet, and make me the enemy of my son. ”
This represents war, and it also represents anger. For people like Skadi, nothing can better point out their determination than the prayers in praise of the Emperor. If they don't swear that they will be completed, it will never be like this.
"Human Emperor, please grant me the righteous anger of your son, please grant me the most fierce wrath of your son. Please make me the trumpet of your son, and scatter your hatred." The sky-shaking prayer was repeated again, dispersing the people here. Dark evil, fear and filth, only loyalty and anger, when such a voice reached the ears of the muddy people, miraculously, Alan Bair noticed the voice.
"There are still people alive! Stop praying and the military doctors will come out!" He immediately looked carefully at the members of the Mechanicus. Although they had changed a lot and although they believed in the God of All Machines, as fellow human beings, he still had The responsibility bears their life and death, not to mention that they sacrificed their lives for their own troops.
During the slow investigation, Alan Bayer determined the source of the broken bellows-like sound, which was the dismantled remains of the mechanical sage. It was hard to imagine that his body had turned into almost an unknown mass. Toy, if it weren't for Red Robe, even Alan Bair would only think it was a heretical decoration or something.
"Medical team, engineering team, come quickly!" Alan Bair shouted, but the sage said.
"Arya...no...are you...that lieutenant colonel?" His sensor was completely broken, and he could only rely on vibration to propagate sound to his previous cochlea. Fortunately, Alan Bair's voice was loud enough. .
"Don't worry about me, I can't hold it anymore. Main nest, No. Y341648, Huaen Street... There is a girl under my household... She needs someone to take care of her."
Alan Bayer cursed. "I won't help you take care of the children, you bastard, come on, wake up!"
The priest said. "I saw that thing. I recommend retreat. The evil mechanical soul of chaos is awakening. Lieutenant Colonel, give up this world..."
Alan Beyer retorted. "Impossible, I will not let the sacrifice become a ridiculous joke. How many brothers died in the war in the void, and how many people left in this world?"
"We still have many things to settle with the heretics and aliens. What evil spirits? I have seen countless more disgusting things!"
"Believe me, stay alive, I command you, sage! I am the Hammer of the Empire! No enemy can resist the pressure of our army, none!"
The sage raised his head. Even though he couldn't see anything, he heard the sonorous and powerful voice and realized that the world could still be saved.
He received medical treatment and help tremblingly, and then smiled bitterly, as if the Adeptus Mechanicus could do nothing in this war... Dawn of War 1 is so fun, why has no one added me to my readership (thinking)< br>
(End of chapter)