Chapter 163 Let the blood of traitors and aliens nourish the dry earth
The fragments and projectiles splashed by the wind, the ice cracked in the cold wind, the ice and steam produced by those fiery weapons after rapid cooling accompanied the blood, whether they were mortals of the Imperial Guard, servants of the Chaos Gods or alien green skins .
War doesn't care who is right or wrong. When the Ensign's Titan plunged the barrel of its arm into the orc's crumbling can, the broken fragments and metal parts collapsed under the rumble of heavy weapons. The Knight Titan even He used his own strength to lift the entire orc tank, displaying it as an ornament or a trophy, bathing in the metal sprinkled by the enemy.
Even the orcs couldn't help but pause for a moment because of such a scene, but soon, the One-Eye they regarded as a god also roared in the communicator.
"Attack! Attack!"
The grilles of those cans also emitted electronic roars, shouting inanimate cries, as if this organism were a living thing, shouting out the cries that echoed endlessly in the sky. “waaaaahhgggg!”
“waaaaagh!”
Those monster-like roars completely wiped out the few fears of the orcs, charging towards the Knight Titan, but soon one Lemanus relied on the enemy window torn open by the knight to launch projectiles forward, and the empire was proud of it. The terrifying firepower tore those things apart, and the ensign also opened the ion shield. Those ions resisted the projectiles and protected Lemanus, and the basilisk's shooting continued and became fierce.
When fierce flames and exploding projectiles blasted from one side to the other on the battlefield, under circumstances that were almost incomprehensible to humans, a terrifying and colorful aurora appeared on the horizon at some point, even bringing out the moon and satellites of this world. Weird light.
It is impossible to argue whether it is something caused by death or a change in the natural environment caused by the strong energy of war. Only the living creatures are shooting and biting each other in this wilderness-like land.
Alan Bair, who is riding on the Salamander tank, holds the melta and shoots it on the enemy's body. Whether it is a Chaos traitor or an Orc can, the violent heat-melta bullet can still complete its job well and kill Enemy of mankind.
In the barrel of the gun and the white mist he exhaled, Alan Bayer looked at the dwindling number of enemies and the weird aurora in the sky, which looked like a colorful curtain covering a section of the world. He didn't know that this was the emperor. The gift was a new conspiracy of the gods, or simply nature's beautiful rejection of such a war involving hundreds of thousands of people, but he could still only fire his own weapon.
Sizzling, sizzling, the constant sound of hot melt, and its unique flash, combined with the screams and death of the enemy, Alan Bayer can't count how many things he killed today. Of course, maybe he just Kill 30 percent of those things and leave him disabled for life.
Skadi's soldiers were slowly pressing in, as if they were swallowing the enemy. Their fate had changed, and the wind was blowing in the opposite direction. The empire's victory was certain, but Alan Bair had to think about whether the brothers who sacrificed today would survive. They will die because of the indifference of the Mechanicus. If those demi-humans join the war, their lives may be preserved, they can have children and enjoy their own destiny.
Their lives have been miserable enough. They were born in the hive city, fought against the enemies of mankind, and their brothers passed away. Now they have nothing but their lives to give to this greedy world. Even so, those soldiers have no regrets, just for their own sake. Honor, just for the world to surrender to them for a moment.
If they can do it, if victory falls into the hands of humans, this huge empire can continue to continue mechanically. Otherwise, humans will face the slavery of aliens and the oppression of heretics.
But the contradiction and gap between Alan Bair and the Mechanicus had already arisen in his heart. He even doubted whether the emperor should let those things become a group that continued the empire's wisdom. Yes, there was someone as dedicated and wise as the great sage Caul. Boundless existence, but Space Marines also have traitors, you can't just look at the Primarchs, what's more, even the Primarchs have traitors.
Alan Bair thought for a long time. When his thoughts stayed in this world, his disgust for this empire also emerged spontaneously. Those things did not exist, but they were suppressed by the Skadi and this sector or other loyal imperial guards. Those feelings.
Even if he doesn't want the Blackheart King or Abaddon to clean up the world, no matter how much humanity cleans up, it can't change its destiny unless all of the Emperor's plans succeed.
He had to trust that supreme and extremely wise being, even though his wisdom was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, even though his will made people die, even though the subspace made his words unclear.
"Go forward, wipe out all the enemies, and the basilisks continue to fire." His voice was cold. On the battlefield, it doesn't matter how many sacrifices are made. The important thing becomes how to win. If you care about those things, you will be timid. , the strength of the Imperial Guard will be greatly reduced. Even though it is cruel, life is like this. It is just a pawn of this huge empire, and it is nothing more than the currency of the Lord of Humanity.
"Press forward! Press forward, all press forward! Don't be afraid of the enemy's defensive strength. The Emperor protects us and give your loyalty to him! All Imperial Guards!" the staff officer shouted, probably a training officer from the Tadashi Academy. His voice could still penetrate the battlefield without amplifying it. It was hard to imagine that a person's words could be so powerful, as if countless people were resonating with him.
And every time when Alan Bair asked the staff about his skills, he always just replied that it was due to his faith in the Emperor.
He didn't believe it, but such a voice was indeed extremely inspiring. When the footsteps of Skadi's soldiers and the heavy sound of Lemanus' engines were mixed with the light of the poison blade and the Knight Titan, the protagonist of the war, although by chance, might be Commanders, on this scale, the effect of heroism is actually not very big.
In those places where the light of destiny is focused, in addition to the shining heroes, how many loyalists of the empire are running towards death?
Nowadays, the Imperial Guard holds their destiny and honor tightly in their hands. They have been busy in the hive city all their lives. They are judged by others as being content with the status quo. Privileges and preferential treatment are not yours. The place where you were born does not allow you to be ambitious.
Kneel and kneel, you can't ask for anything, and you can't do anything except bending down.
Everyone has his place, everyone has his destiny, no variation, no heresy, too grateful, humble, unable to stand up, and a life of confusion?
Join here, with your comrades, your life is not worthless, although it is still a struggle.
They want fate to surrender to them, conquer or have nothing, small favors, small rights, small profits, sergeants and lieutenants, nothing important!
They want to win, not caring about getting anything for themselves. They are not beggars. The Imperial Guard are people who will not give in. They take up arms, drive engines, and move forward in the fear of heretics and traitors.
So what if they were Space Marines, green-skinned orcs, or something even more terrifying?
"Shoot!"
Volleys of projectiles, the last Ork mechs perished with the souls of many traitors in the wrath of the Empire, melta, bolt bombs, lasers or heat rays, the Emperor's boon to those who dared challenge the pieces of their own destiny, because They want fate to surrender to them.
The heretics have been defeated, the aliens have become chaotic, and before those evil things that step into the light of the Empire can pollute the world, the flames of the Imperial Guard have burned them with their lives and fled.
Now, the entrance to the previously distant base is close at hand, and the green shields that hindered their bombing have completely failed. The basilisks are happily cultivating the land with flames. The aliens can only survive with their adamantine shells, and the ground is also Completely suppressed by the Imperial Guard.
The ground was filled with scrap metal and dead wreckage, the corpses of aliens and heretics, and the scrap metal turned into engines. The deaths of Lemanus and the loyalists of the Imperial Guard were also shocking. Alan Bair's crude calculations , and then said bitterly to the staff officer. "If we fight again, Skadi's only regiment will be destroyed."
He said it easily, but the resentment towards the Mechanicus was also vague in his words. It could even be said that there was not much cover up. If those things hadn't cherished their precious servitors, the war would not have been like this.
At this moment, the aurora in the sky also turned bright red due to the fierce war. Those weird things represented that the Chaos Gods depended on this war. Alan Bair could also see clearly that no matter how successful this war was, the Supreme Sky You all are enjoying it too.
Maybe what really keeps this empire going is not the emperor, but the greed of those damn warp gods and the souls of mortals. Even if the emperor can keep the souls of the loyal, do the warp gods really get nothing?
Alan Bair kicked the head of a Chaos Space Marine on the ground. This thing was the favorite thing of the gods in this war. The tenacious soul of this once noble warrior would forge a new enemy of the empire in the subspace.
Demons or other things, the dead bodies of orcs will also take root in this world, giving birth to new conflicts in unknown places.
It is difficult to say that the sacrifice of the Imperial Guard is worth it, but he must win. Although it is discouraging to say this, even if he wins thousands of times, the winner will still be the Chaos Gods.
But soon his eyes became firm again. So what, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, those who abuse the empire must be eradicated, and the evil that threatens mankind should be remembered with death. As a soldier, he cannot think about war. What's the point? He couldn't enjoy the massacre.
He watched the hole for soldiers entering and exiting the base being slowly sealed and closed by the contraction gate made of fine gold, and calmly turned on the communicator. "Basilizards, pry open their bastard shells."
The emperor's wrath fell like raindrops on the enemy's last defense with precision. The invasion line opened with blood and sacrifice, explosive bombs and energy magazines now ensured the efficiency of the bombing. The basilisks were accurately measured in kilometers from here. bombing the enemy base.
Victory is already certain. They are like apes who saw shells for the first time on Terra, using stones to pry open their trophies bit by bit. Life seems to have come a long way, but in fact it is still just this. Life and death, eating or Being eaten, but now the scale is larger and the losses are greater, but the benefits are still the same.
Maybe life is destined to be like this, biting and plundering each other, and this huge void galaxy is just a stage for those things to bite each other.
When the world's first ape murder of shells began, the Chaos Gods were already born. When the first weapon for killing other lives was born, they became more powerful. Now they can almost control the wind and rain, and are unstoppable.
The Imperial Guard will still not hesitate. They will repeat the survival of the fittest countless times, countless times, until no life in the galaxy dares to challenge the authority of the Empire.
They want the aliens to huddle in the cold corners of the void until they become extinct. They want the heretics to fear the Emperor's light until they completely dissipate. They want the Chaos Gods to never dare to step out of their world again until the God-Emperor wakes up. Those heretics and betrayers The warriors will die of shame, the aliens will cower in fear, and the Chaos Gods will no longer dare to set foot in the real universe. Until the Great Crusade, which has been stagnant for thousands of years, is restarted, the Emperor will give the only and most needed comment to all the humans who have sacrificed because of it, You have accomplished your mission.
Now, humans are looking forward to the light of the cold sun reviving in the physical universe. Even if there are countless heretics who comment that the Emperor's awakening will be a disaster for mankind, that light is the only change that humans have made to this universe. If because of the Emperor, everything will If we can start over again, then how can it not be a victory for mankind?
Until then, the Imperial Guard will continue to fight and fight until the void is exhausted and the blood is drained. When those heretics and aliens fear the hammer of the Empire, the Emperor above the throne world will feel that he is now The only emotion that should be felt.
Although he doesn't know what it is, whether it is sadness or joy, the emperor must regard that feeling as a treasure now, and as his most loyal saint, Alan Bair only needs to make those heretics and aliens fear, and let their Fill the dry planet with blood, and let their deaths bring peace to the sector.
"For the Emperor!" Alan Bair roared. At this moment, his voice even surpassed the usual shouts of the staff. It spread to a place as far away as the Basilisk Troops without using a loudspeaker, without any support. There is no help from psychic witchcraft and technology. It is just his expectation of victory that makes him so angry, angry at aliens and heretics.
That kind of emotion spreads like a virus. As long as the citizens of the Empire worship the Emperor, long for peace, and hate aliens and heretics, they will respond to those cruel, terrible, and pitiful cries.
"For the Emperor!"
Amidst the resonance of human voices and the bombardment of basilisk lizards, cracks appeared in the extremely strong adamantium. The hundreds of meters of outer shield layer comparable to that of a battleship cracked, revealing the weak and trembling traitors and aliens inside.
Alan Bair raised his weapon and pointed at the traitors among them. "It's time to send you to meet your gods." (End of Chapter)