Chapter 221 Establishing the Pangia sub-sector supply network
The thick acid came with a disgusting aura, accurately and fatally splashing in front of the angel flying in mid-air. The feeling of death burst out from the Master Chief's body.
He almost instantly took out explosive bombs and fired at the acid. He fired several times violently, and with the simultaneous shooting of his war brothers, he barely managed to break through the deadly things before the biomass touched the Destruction Eagle.
But even so, those cannonballs that fell to the ground due to loss of power were still extremely deadly, even just grazing them and paralyzing several Heretic engines.
"I can't believe it!" The Master Chief looked at the weapon on the ground as if it had been bombarded by melta at close range. This was an almost incomprehensible destructive force that allowed the melta weapon to transcend the limitations of energy transmission and become an extremely terrifying weapon.
He couldn't imagine what he would look like if he was hit, and the second round of demon's "spit" followed quickly. He didn't want to die, so he had to give up his mobility. Even the heavy projectiles of the Hydra anti-aircraft tank could not lock the target. Those extremely fast flying Astartes.
But the Governor's favorite child can use a biological brain comparable to a computer to lock in the craziest war situations. At the same time, the price is a huge consumption of body energy, and the Governor has prepared an operating system similar to the Iron Throne for his body. The device is the neural link for intubation in the back of the head.
When his bodies came together, their consciousnesses communicated to each other, and the rage from the monster crept into his mind, he felt that he was a god.
But although this super-heavy tank is certainly terrifying, it cannot change the war. No race will think that a super strong individual soldier can change the direction of the war, otherwise the Zerg will develop more powerful and crazy behemoths.
It has to be said that such investment to produce normal war weapons is extremely cost-effective, but the control and mastery technology has always been lacking in the empire.
It is also destined that the Governor will study the giant tank called Yug like this one that is feared by the citizens of the empire for complete control, instead of the samurai bug, which is better in terms of cost performance and war capabilities.
If the genetic sage of this world, the Founding Governor, was born in the dark ages of mankind, perhaps his knowledge can contribute to the prosperity of mankind, and perhaps he can open up new paths for the imperial technology that is suffering from psychic powers and warp space.
But this is the chaotic Warhammer Universe, a hopeless place. He is destined to be corrupted by Chaos and die without a burial place. So no matter what era, he is destined to be like this.
The Space Marines entered the enemy's armored forces like migratory birds falling into the forest. Worried about the loss of physical strength, the Governor did not continue the attack. He could only turn his spearhead towards the Imperial Guard troops first.
The war beast was surrounded by dozens of Lemanus and many pilgrim-like fanatics, and they believed that the Enlightened One, the Gene Sage, and the Prophet of the Red Pirates could lead them out of the sea of suffering.
But Colonel Lane had just recovered from the continuous bombardment, and he had to face the continuous enemy attacks, so he was even more exhausted mentally and physically.
In the dark night, the reconnaissance team was unable to detect the enemy's position due to the confrontation between frontline soldiers, and the Destroying Eagle could not soar into the sky to report the situation. The enemy was moving, but the Imperial Guard could only hold on. Without bunkers and defensive equipment, their temporary The trenches and war engines could only be bombarded with heavy firepower.
Maybe the sky couldn't stand it. In the thunder and lightning in summer, the clouds in the sky became denser and denser, and finally turned into thunderstorms, falling on the ground. The trenches and artillery pits instantly turned into mud soup, but the soldiers had to fight in order to survive. Stick to the inside.
Lemanus's shelling grazed the top of the Salamander command tank. Colonel Lane felt the raindrops falling on his body and watched the bustling lights in the distance move forward against the rain.
He directed the Partorian soldiers on the temporary front forward. They could only rely on anti-tank grenades to deal with the imperial main battle tanks, but fortunately their steely will was covered by raindrops, and their poor vision and devastating effects on the infantry Destruction, allowing them to get closer to the enemy at a smaller cost (still losing several companies).
Those heavy and "fat" cluster anti-tank mines were thrown into the enemy's gun barrel, and then four people ran out of the tank's door as if ejected, and then the fire was everywhere. Lemannu next to the tank Si Geng was lifted off by the impact and lay sideways on the ground, tightly wrapped in the mud.
Those drivers and crews who escaped were not spared. However, the emperor was kind and the soldier who sacrificed his life to throw the grenade was disgraced, but he was saved because he pulled the lead and was sure to run very fast after falling into the tank. Survived.
But there is still a lot of time for such a meat-crushing battle. At least before the enemy's huge troops are exhausted, the air here will still be filled with a fatal feeling that even heavy rain cannot eliminate. I don't know whether it is because of the existence of subspace or the heat and steam of artillery fire. The weather on the battlefield always tends to get bad.
The bigger and more cruel the war, the easier it is to do this. The armored troops of the Empire twist their huge bodies forward. Under the cover of the Partoria Legion who is not afraid of death, tanks one after another, the enemy's and the Empire's, are intertwined. Shoot each other and spread out a line of death on this ruined plain.
Shooting, roaring, killing, bayonets, guns, tracks, military boots, a mess of things trampling on each other, monomolecular blades, melta, anti-tank grenades, laser guns, main guns, all the theoretical war equipment of mankind. Playing this piece of music.
But the irony is that, as if a decision was made in the dark, while the song was being played in this chaotic war museum, a monster that did not belong to history poked its head out.
It was a painting of a person's twisted desires. Some people may regard it as a work of art, while others may find it extremely blasphemous. When that nightmare poked its head out, someone who knew what it had done screamed. "Yug is coming!"
Hissing, like the sound of a poisonous snake, in this dark universe once again awakens the disgusting fear of those things within the dormant genes of human beings.
This disgusting biological creation is awakening mankind's fastest fear. Like a poisonous snake, it spits out venom and is also a totem. The morale of the cultists has become extremely good. Those chaotic and filthy words have begun to spit out again, and they are disrespectful to the Emperor. It also angered the loyal Guardsmen.
The meat grinding fight became more and more ferocious, filthy words were exchanged, and the swords and wars continued. It may even be because of the same kind. They were much braver than when they dealt with the greenskins. They were brave for no reason, so much so that they went to the sappers without bayonets. Shovel. If you don't have a shovel, use your fists or teeth.
Some people were fighting in the mud soup, some were avoiding the deadly breath of the poisonous dragon, but there were also people hiding in the chaos, looking forward to slaying the dragon.
After a few faint and inaudible clicks on the battlefield, the warrior of the Destruction Eagle shook off the filthy bodily fluids on his hands. "Cleaned up." He put down the rebel corpse in his hand, and then stuffed the guy who had replaced the double-headed eagle with an eight-pointed star under the tracks of the advancing Lemanus.
Just like that, another overwhelming and unexpected crushing event occurred. They are murderous angels, and they are proficient in doing so.
Now they have to become hunters, hunting the enemies of the empire as always, only this time the enemies are bigger and much more ferocious.
They stalked the battlefield like hunters crawling through the forest, slowly approaching their prey as if the mud, carnage, artillery fire, or anything else had become their cover.
At dawn, the enemy attacked again. The first shot was still fired by artillery. The enemy's artillery shells rained down again. The expeditionary force's artillery responded in kind, allowing the rebel infantry to advance despite the artillery fire, which made the soldiers Fighting bloody battles in every chaotic trench (still being dug during the war, anyway, the thin, shallow trenches at the beginning had expanded to four in one night).
Many people actually ignore the fact that the genetic sage is not a warrior in nature, and his body is by no means a transcendent existence. He has specialization in the arts. When fatigue and misjudgments caused by long-term combat command appear, the Imperial Guard is like what it was from the beginning. He recovered from the sudden attack.
Under the colonel's sensitive command, he tore open the defensive gap on the eastern front. It was the shortage of troops caused by the Space Marines. Pan Lan's 1st Armored Regiment used the fastest speed to roll up the enemy's defense, outflanking both inside and outside.
The Imperial Guard, who were already outnumbered, began to shrink like the fishing nets surrounding them.
Soon, the tide of battle began to turn, with methodical battleship bombardments tearing apart the traitor defenses, coupled with counterattacks from heavily armored regiments, the flames coupled with methodical, well-trained Imperial Guard warriors.
The storm has passed, and the muddy ground has slowed down the vehicle. At the same time, the reconnaissance team can finally report ground intelligence, allowing the fleet to accurately shoot the enemy from the void, while Partoria's soldiers directly step over those things with their flesh and blood. , and then exchange the melta, bombs, and anti-tank grenades to the traitors who showed off their power before.
The colonel was in the right place at the right time, and his Salamander tank also began to charge. When the first light spear fell on the core area of the enemy, the colonel held his saber, and the destructive stance of the blade appeared with blue light, and he roared. "The time has come, the major regiments, the staffs of each team, the enemy is tired, attack them, for the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
This two-month-long, magnificent stand finally came to an end. It was a song that was as magnificent as usual and made people's hearts beat, composed of sacrifice and artillery fire.
The guard team tore apart the enemy's front line, the cultists and rebels were killed by the loyalists, the powerful ship-based artillery continuously attacked the enemy, and the heavy armor company easily sent Lemanus to hell.
Essentially the Governor lost when the Imperial Guard gained hearts, and when the Tau killed his body, he had already lost.
There was a dull pain in the back of the Governor's head at this moment, as if to remind him that you are nothing without those bodies.
He didn't believe it, he didn't understand it, and he was integrating with his most satisfying work at the moment, but he didn't realize that the feelings of this war machine were affecting him instead.
Even the machine soul of the Knight Titan will bring extremely terrible consequences to the operator, and even change the personality. What's more, this real living monster was actually dead when the Governor inserted his head into it for combat effectiveness.
The behemoth roared to resist one, two, or three Lemanus, even more Guard soldiers, and more shelling. The Imperial Guard's attack was intense, and the violent impact of the shells touched the Governor's nerves even more, making him He grew angry and numb.
When Salamander commanded the tank, Colonel Lane came to him in the twilight. The dazzling light interfered with the giant beast's eyes, and the transmission was slowed down for a moment. Amidst the roar of the engine, the power sword was inserted into the terrifying giant beast's head. In the middle of his eyeballs, the heroic noble officer shouted the emperor's name, and the governor felt his forehead sting to the point of dizziness.
Such heroic actions frightened the cultists and inflated the morale of the Imperial Guard. They were not only afraid of the death of this behemoth, but also afraid of being judged, tortured, and transformed into slaves or servitors by the Empire.
Those fears and emotions are now filled with the guidance of the subspace energy and are inflated in the body of this war monster that relies on the wisdom and energy of the Supreme Heaven. Yes, it seems to be able to feel spiritual energy, in other words, strong human emotions.
It couldn't be used, but those things were like stimulants that made it sober and furious. The giant beast kept shaking its body. Colonel Lane was surprised and tightly grabbed its armor exoskeleton. He only felt that his arm was so sore that it almost broke, and So he let go of his power saber.
"Emperor! Help me..." He couldn't help but muttered. The Imperial Guard soldiers who threw off the giant beast's body due to the strong shaking could only hide to avoid being crushed. Some people wanted to fire cannons to kill the enemy, but they had to worry about the colonel. situation.
Under difficult circumstances, someone suggested that by letting Colonel Lane die, the Imperial Guard's establishment could select an alternate commander as quickly as possible. When the Sun Lord arrives, a new troop commander will appear.
In extremely difficult times, they can only point their guns and prepare shells. If they don't shoot, the colonel will die of being crushed. If they shoot, he will die of "accidental fire". It's not honorable, but choose the lighter one...
The main gun was adjusted and aimed, and death followed like a shadow. But at the critical moment, the roar came, and the falcon swooped from the sky. No one knew how many brave and loyal deeds those space warriors had done, but countless people realized that things were about to turn around.
The Master Chief landed on the giant thing, grabbed the monster's exoskeleton with his hands, and took out the melta bomb. "You did a good job, Colonel Lane." This was the first time he called this young man by his name. The proud Falcon recognized his partner, and the Partorians deserved their trust!
The colonel said in the midst of his busy schedule. "Thank you, angel."
Then the sergeant grabbed the colonel with one hand, and stuffed the melta bomb into the wound opened by the power saber. The flight pack sprayed, and after a low roar, there was a buzz, the crew inside the heavy tank, and the tank itself. The core is all melted by heat into paste.
The rare (perhaps more) imperial genius of this century has finally died, and at this moment the colonel descends like a spokesman for God in the embrace of angels, the soldiers perform the aquila salute, and the traitors kneel in surrender.
At this moment, the colonel inserted his regimental flag into this war-stained land like a victor and shouted. "The Expeditionary Corps, Pangia sub-sector, and supply network have been established. We now want to drive the Red Pirates out of our empire!"
"For the Emperor!" (End of Chapter)