Chapter 213 Beyond the Shadow of Death
This forging world is not completely dead. There is a life system in the desert on the ground. A large amount of materials are pulled into the thin atmosphere of this world, and then are continuously consumed, so that the various elements and water molecules actually produced are in This almost dead place took thousands of years to give birth to life.
However, the creatures here are not aborigines, but subspecies produced through constant commerce and trade that have adapted individually to the environment of this world.
A gerbil the Ensign had observed ran through the flamed-out Imperial Guard camp, through trenches, over bolt shells lying on the ground, across the helmet of a dead man like a slide, and finally dropped from the sky. The bayonet penetrated the body and was roasted on the fire.
At the entrance of the main nest, the Imperial Guard did not enter as expected. The "ceremonial" soldiers wearing gorgeous red and white military uniforms and exaggerated high hats, and the elites of Partoria stood as alert as straight swords.
In comparison, other Imperial Guards who assisted Partoria, such as the boys of the 17th Varea Infantry Regiment who joined at the call of the Sun Lord, were not so backbone.
"Damn it, Your Majesty the Emperor, why haven't you gone in yet? Didn't the angels open the door?" A sergeant wiped his gray face, pulled out the teeth of the gerbil that had been roasted until they were almost burnt brown, and then tore them apart. Biting the poor corpse.
The campfire was built with dry dead wood. The recruit numbly added firewood and sighed. "Sir, the local residents refused to cooperate. The last batch of garrison troops were attacked at night after entering. The next morning, the camp tents were full of excrement."
"A group of unscrupulous people, we redeemed them on behalf of the empire, and now they are blocked outside to eat dead rats?" the Master Chief cursed, and then glanced at the well-trained "lobster soldiers" in the Partoria Legion.
"The same goes for these guys. Are they really human? They are highly vigilant every day and have strong fighting power. They would risk their lives if they fight..."
Compared with the elites like Skadi, the Partoria Legion is considered powerful, and the infantry regiment born in Varea, an ordinary nest city, has almost a world of difference in combat quality and combat effectiveness. The Master Chief felt lonely.
He originally thought that his transition from PDF (Planetary Defense Agency) to the Imperial Guard was the pinnacle of his life. His combat effectiveness was recognized and exceeded 90% of the living people in the empire. However, in the real battlefield, there were more elites.
The recruit just smiled stupidly. "Didn't we see Brother Astartes? When the war is over, we can brag in the regiment and have capital."
The Master Chief just sighed. "The optimism of a new recruit, those giants are coming, do you think we can go back..."
"Listen, when you see angels, either the enemy will be wiped out, or we will be wiped out, but those supermen can go back, and even they can't go back!"
The recruit chanted. “Didn’t you say that you are sure of victory when the angel comes!!”
"Fart, the enemy is not strong, they will not come. Look at how many brothers were killed in the battle some time ago, but the Sun Lord is really powerful, and there are actually demigods accompanying him. If you win, you will definitely win. I can only say that I hope I can see that day ”
Yes, this is indeed what the veteran lamented. Although the power of Chaos is hopeless, most people cannot deny the prosperity brought by the alliance of the three planets under the belief in Chaos and the abundance of materials produced by the reduction of 11 taxes.
As its leader, Militias enjoys more resources, and this huge war factory also has extraordinary supplies and abundance.
And the people here know very well that all this was brought about by Melkor, the genetic sage and governor. Since he is the tyrant of this terrible world and a sage who cares for the people, there is no contradiction. His tyranny is at a disadvantage to himself. colleagues and attitudes towards the empire.
On the contrary, he is an extremely rational, idealistic, and intelligent madman. He can clearly distinguish the most precious things in this world. The human heart and productivity are both firmly in his hands at this moment.
The production, stationing, and strategic deployment of the Imperial Guard are hampered by the delays of the residents. For the Chaos traitors, if the Imperial Guard shoots and kills civilians, it means that they have completely given up on their own salvation stance.
The war has not yet been finalized, and what little public opinion is left in the empire has been lost? It’s not impossible, it’s just that the time for settlement hasn’t come yet.
The unruly people can be killed with a box of explosive bombs, but in a hive with hundreds of millions of people, the will of the residents plus the weapons and equipment provided by the traitors, if the Imperial Guard oppresses them and actively betrays them, the war will be completely passive.
The war has been mired in the quagmire since the Astartes knocked open the factory door of the Forging Hive with an iron fist and cannot move. The colonel of the Partoria Legion rubbed his temples at the command point and communicated with the demigod Master Chief.
"The soldiers are dissatisfied. The residents are so resistant to the Imperial Guard. We have opened the physical door, but there is no way to break through the wall in our hearts."
The messy pipelines and narrow spaces in the messy command point are buried underground so that the sergeants of the Destruction Eagle Chapter must lower their heads. Their height of two and a half meters tall and thick powered armor, with complex rune records on the armor. It reflects his great achievements, and his awareness of having experienced hundreds of battles is not only sensitive to war.
he said. "People in this world don't know the bad things about forging governors. They use human corpses to conduct heretical experiments and rob merchant ships to obtain supplies. The most terrifying thing is that many people often disappear within the hive city."
"There are no seamless walls in this world, it's just the gaps that we need to stir up." The Master Chief evaluated the current situation and analyzed the situation calmly.
"What's the literacy rate like in the world?" he asked.
The colonel wanted to smoke his cigar and asked because of his admiration for giants. "Can I?"
The sergeant of the Destruction Eagles nodded, and the colonel ordered it politely, and asked him if he wanted one.
After confirming the other person's thoughts, he slowly blew out the smoke ring and said again. "The literacy rate is very high. Is it for cultural promotion? Promote the things that the local foundry governor secretly does?"
"That's right, strengthen propaganda. Since the governor of this world has given so many favors to those civilians, let him reap the consequences."
The Master Chief replied and continued. "And I will investigate the experimental area of the main nest and obtain decisive proof to encourage humanity. By then, we will not be the passive ones."
"Excellent idea, but the mission is difficult. It is my first time to fight side by side with the Brother Astartes. It is really an honor. Do you need my soldiers to follow you?" the colonel asked sincerely. The Imperial Superman fights together, but even if he narrowly escapes death, there are still people who flock to the gift of the Emperor's protection.
The Master Chief just put on his red helmet, and the armor's grid device made a rough electronic sound.
"Living towards death is a heavy responsibility that a mortal cannot bear, but it is the right path for us. We do not need to accompany you. May the Emperor bless you, mortal."
With a click, the heavy armor walked out of the bunker. Looking at the demigods going away, the colonel sucked up the last puff of smoke and picked up his communicator.
"Storm troopers, follow those supermen and don't expose them. If they can't come back, you can go see the emperor. And I know that you are the weak ones in this mission, but your lives can be changed. When the Astartes return, I will bury you according to the standards of an Imperial hero."
"For the Emperor."
The communicator answered with a hissing voice, but his will was firm. "For the Emperor."
This is a battlefield. No matter how quiet the situation is now, it is still a war. The colonel hung up the communicator, and an elite storm trooper with full body armor also sneaked out of the queue and approached the complex main nest, using its specially-made individual soldiers to hide Armor and elite training barely kept up with those superhumans.
Soon, the empire's transport planes flew over the residential areas, and the traitors who controlled the core area fired with close-range anti-aircraft guns. However, several transport planes did not enter the core area of the city, but just wandered around the residential areas full of buildings and high-rise buildings.
The citizens of the Empire were very nervous. They fled around, looking for air-raid shelters. Some people spread their arms wildly, cursing the injustice of the Imperial Guard as if to end the trial. Some people took advantage of the chaos to rob and empty empty shops. Some people cried, and some were rioted. Stampede to death.
In this huge city where hundreds of millions of people live, complex human nature reveals all aspects of life in the low roar of bulldog transport planes.
Crazy or indifferent, greedy or kind, but someone soon discovered that what landed was not a virus bomb or a cyclone torpedo, but a book recording the dark side of the hive city.
Organ reselling, human body modification, human trafficking, stimulants, hallucinogens, in this glamorous and beautiful city, at the pinnacle of wisdom of human civilization in this empire, the things written on it are unsightly.
"Is this done by the Governor? Is this done by Governor Melkor??!" Some people shouted, some were angry, and soon, the judicial police officers of the Ministry of Justice holding electric batons were wearing law enforcement armor and carrying the will of the Governor. Fighter servitors, shooting civilians with massive water cannons and non-lethal projectiles.
There was chaos and screaming. Only a few people calmly collected the brochures issued by the Imperial Guard and hid them in dark boxes and garbage bags, waiting for the limelight to pass before studying them carefully.
Such chaos gave the Destruction Falcon the opportunity to sneak into the core area. The Master Chief looked at the towering spire and felt that the Imperial Needle was really a spectacular creation.
It overlooks the entire main nest. It is the largest and oldest building in Minatilia. It is a 3,000-meter-high iron tower. It was built 4,000 years ago to commemorate the emperor, but its significance is more to express the local area. The people's superb engineering and construction technology.
It is taller than the jagged towers of the Ministry of Justice, and even dwarfs the twin towers of the Ecclesiastical Palace.
When it's clear and cloudless, the entire city becomes a giant sundial, and the tower serves as a pointer. City residents can accurately deduce the time from which streets are in shadow.
At this moment, their goal is to sneak into it. Through the information provided by the Sun Lord, most of the technology laboratories were buried under the tower by the genetic sage Melkor. They need to enter like a nightmare to ensure the smooth progress of this matter. .
The huge soot produced by industrial production now floats down from the leaden sky like volcanic ash, staining the Gothic roofs and towers of this ancient gray city white.
Snow was accumulating on the ornate exterior of the house, on the wrought-iron drainage pipes, on the brass eaves, on the skeletal fire escapes and on the lancet windows.
Relying on the complex street cover, Destruction Eagle's special team, a total of four people, directly subordinate to the non-commissioned officers of the fourth company, moved forward in an orderly manner.
It's hard to imagine that such a huge armor and thick body can be so silent, but the anti-gravity and anti-shock equipment installed by the Mechanicum on the power armor plus the improved electronic fiber bundles provide a tight fit that can indeed make space warriors Make progress silently.
They are both falcons and nightmares at the moment, but they still need small means to enter the Empire Tower. The heroes were born in an almost savage wilderness called Ghost Peak, their hometown.
There are not so many metal cities there, and there are not necessarily that many people there, but hundreds of years of war experience have allowed them to come to the hive city more than once.
The Master Chief used his powerful arms to bend the sewer opening in the lower part of the city. Such a huge city requires a terrible sewage system or ventilation and heat dissipation system, and the largest one he had ever seen, the pipe on the infamous Nekmonroda, was bigger than him. The monster in front of me, which was almost five meters thick, was even bigger.
The humid air and the moss growing on the walls of the pipes made this place almost a different world. When the Master Chief led the soldiers down and turned on the night vision, a black and white high-contrast picture appeared, but there had been no one inside the pipes for thousands of years. Take care of.
They had only walked a few hundred meters when the savage plants that spawned wantonly attacked the demigods with razor-like blades. Yes, they couldn't see the color clearly due to night vision, but according to experience, it should be green. This was supposed to clean the pipes. The predatory plants buried by the beasts inside, although it is unknown where they were produced, are definitely not the original creatures of this world.
In order not to alarm others, the sergeant moved forward quickly. The demigod first waved his fist and held down the entire giant plant bush, then stuck the roots with a single-molecule saber, and then uprooted it like a gardener.
When hit, the entire carnivorous plant, which was as tall as a mortal, about 1.7 meters tall, was pulled out instantly, and then fell onto the top of the pipe, overflowing with dark green liquid.
And this monster-like green plant was still squirming on the ground, trying to take root again and get nutrients. The Master Chief raised his foot at this moment, and the weight of a small vehicle instantly crushed this disgusting thing, and even the inside of the pipe was dented.
Then the Master Chief glanced at his armor, and there were obvious scratches on his fists. The leaves of this creature were comparable to single-molecule blades, but fortunately they were not very strong...
"Keep moving to the west, take the next pipe to the right, and find the enemy as planned." He ordered unhurriedly, and when the supermen left, the human elites, peak mortals, and stormtroopers who appeared behind them looked at the ground with lingering fear. Mud…
And ask yourself, if they encounter this thing, how many people will die? (End of chapter)