Chapter 235 The Prelude to the Protracted War
It was a panting and painful beast dragging the electric charge emerging from its broken shoulder armor, approaching the mortal who made him embarrassed. To be precise, this was the time and situation where both sides were closest to victory.
Victory, victory means defeating the enemy's structure. Will, queue, command, etc. are all part of it. A huge army is far more fragile than most people imagine. Iron-blooded machines require countless joints and links to survive. Operation, in essence, the war is a competition between the two parties on the solidity of various places.
Today, if a Space Marine strike force collapses due to Captain's defeat, the Imperial Guard seizes the precious wonders of the Guardian Front, or the Astra Militarum ends its expedition with the death of a Sun Lord.
The giant panted like a beast, moved forward, swung his giant sword, and roared from his position of destruction. The annoying buzzing sound was harsh and clear in the messy battlefield, the shuttle guns or sharp blades.
His right hand was injured by the Ratling kid. This was a bit of luck. His extremely fast speed slowed down a bit. Although the evil space warrior still believed that it was impossible for a mortal to dodge his attack, he raised the bolt pistol with his left hand at the same time. Shoot, to force mortals to confront him head-on.
The left and right hands are in unison, sharp and sharp, like the bite of a wild beast. Whether it is weapons and equipment, physical strength, or combat experience, the Sun Lord has no advantage.
But he is not afraid. If he closes his eyes at this moment, he is doomed to fail. The so-called courage is the key to struggle, especially in the struggle like wild beasts. Spot the attack, treat it calmly, and then, hormone secretion, Everything in front of me became chaotic and slow.
Facing the giant, the Sun Lord's arms were trembling with excitement, and the power brought by that excitement, when the destructive stances intersected, the small mortal dodged the projectiles, the blades collided with each other, the stances burst out with sparks, and this madness The horrific showdown unfolded in front of most people's eyes.
The Space Marines marveled at the terrifying physical strength and skills of this mortal. The Imperial Guards were excited about the power of the Sun Lord, which was like divine grace. But mortals are mortals. Soon Alain Bair felt that it was difficult and had to use his blade to fend off the enemy's attacks, barely using his sword. The blade is deflected.
In just a few seconds of touching the blade, the Sun Lord judged that this Space Marine veteran was stronger than the Dark Eldar Inquisitor in terms of personal combat prowess.
This was the biggest personal problem he encountered at the moment. When Alan Bair stabilized his body, the monster continued to attack. The evil-like power sword kept waving, like an undead seeking life, leaving red everywhere on the sandbags and the ground. Color traces, the cutting from the destructive stance is strong and terrifying. At the same time, the heat brought by the elimination of the object dyes the cut, as bright as the hot iron ingot when struck in the hands of a blacksmith.
The Sun Lord dodges and attacks. It must be said that many of Kane's swordsmanship are mainly dodges. In many cases, the weak can restrain the strong.
It's just that the failure of multiple attacks made the Space Marine even more annoyed, so that the only thing in front of him was the Sun Lord. It may be the influence of the Chaos Gods. He is more powerful than Superman in the eyes of many mortals, but he can easily lose his mind.
The terrifying eight-pointed star of chaos shines on the armor, and the bright red light seems to make people lose their minds just by looking at it. In this dark universe, in the 40,000 years of human civilization, the decorations on the armor are no longer a show off. Physical and morale-boosting stuff, but solid evil and solid justice.
When the power of chaos invades the heart, the Sun Lord's body will stagnate no matter how pious he is, and at this moment, the edge of the sword has arrived.
Split into two pieces, or cut in the middle, countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the Chaos Space Marine. He had won, and now he wanted to taste the sweet blood. He couldn't help but roar in joy, like a beast that wanted to get fresh meat. , a dirty sound burst out from his throat.
Then, he felt that his arm was completely broken. The wound that had just been hit was now completely cracked and torn apart by a strong beam of evil light. The thick arm and the sad burn marks on the wound represented the consequences of the same carbine. .
"Ahhh!" The monster roared and screamed, almost breaking the eardrums of the boy Letling. But the poor little man was holding his weapon tremblingly at the moment. Now he was the one to return the sniper shot at close range. The reward for Sun Lord's rescue was his life-threatening counterattack.
Blood flowed from his big ears, moistening the tattered military uniform, and the Chaos Space Marine turned around quickly like an ocelot, staring at this weakling with predatory eyes.
The two attacks and the painful sniping of the broken arm, the anger at this moment made him unbearable, he wanted to tear the ugly short body apart and kill the clown.
The fierce and violent wind blew over the cheeks of those who believed in the Emperor, feeling like rotten flesh rubbing against the skin, making people suffocate and want to vomit.
This terrifying monster stood up with its twisted body, waving its butcher knife at countless people weaker than him and begging his gods to give him enough attention, while strong power struck from behind him, and the voice of the Sun Lord came.
"Why don't you find someone to fight who is as strong as you!"
The gods gave him great power, and when he fought, his brain stem was burned by the power of chaos, and he could only focus on one enemy, just like a monster in a video game with low intelligence. But he did gain power and was so powerful. A more terrifying force than any Space Marine the battle-hardened Sun Lord had ever seen, the Ork Warboss was a force more terrifying than any Space Marine the battle-hardened Sun Lord had ever seen.
When the power scythe penetrated his body and submerged into his flesh, Alan Bair even felt resistance. It was a feeling that could only be felt when attacking an adamantine wall. It also meant that the body of this monster had surpassed that of a space warrior and did not belong at all. human beings.
The Space Marine captain had recovered from the pain, and Alan Bair's weapon entered his body. At this moment, the Sun Lord only needed to go down or up to silence the beast forever.
He has used all his strength to pull upwards as fast as possible, destroying the position to cut open Superman's stomach, two hearts, and many special organs to kill this monster worth hundreds of thousands of lives!
Victory is just around the corner, but the desire to survive is so strong that the body on the verge of death can tear apart its own flesh and pull out the blade, so that it can tear apart most of its own flesh and tissue, and will continue to tear apart its own flesh and blood. The sword's blade was drawn out.
The heart-wrenching feeling made the Sun Lord's pores stand up. This was how this crazy and terrifying monster unleashed its beast-like nature.
The Lytlin boy was frightened and shouted. "Boss, run!" He climbed out of the corpse pit and left as fast as he could in his life, while the Sun Lord just looked at the monster calmly.
Although he seemed powerful, he was actually on the verge of death, because his eyes were already awake, and a dark green eye in the cracked head armor was staring at the Sun Lord without saying a word.
When the Chaos Gods took away that gift, no matter how powerful this guy was, he couldn't defeat the healthy Sun Lord. Even Alan Bair was panting at this moment and his body was heaving.
Victory, this thought flashed through the mind of the Sun Lord. Hundreds of veterans and dozens of Catachan replaced a company of Space Marines, about twenty or thirty people, and a captain. It was really impressive. Have to be excited about the victory.
The evil beast just now stood weakly, looking scary, and hissing breathing appeared in his grid device, but for the Sun Lord who surpassed the limits of human beings, it was not that scary.
Whether it was the Emperor, green skins, or other things that gave him strength, he had to thank those, as well as Mr. Kane's teachings, and this terrible battlefield, those who forged the current Sun Lord like a furnace, And made him rock solid.
"Did your gods allow you to win?" Alan Bair's gun was pressed against the head of this weak monster. The terrifying warrior was extremely sober at the moment. He just said.
"Then did your Corpse Emperor save your compatriots?" The voice was hoarse and terrifying, as if there were insects stuck in his throat.
"No, indeed, the emperor did not save Skadi." Alan Bair replied, and the demon laughed, crackling, hoarsely, but the second half of the sentence made him immediately feel dissatisfied.
"Because I came, I came to save the world on his behalf, and this beautiful castle is mine." Alan Beyer emphasized.
After hearing this, he raised his left hand, like a beast, like a strong wind, and smashed the terrifying arm with power armor and weighing tens of kilograms. A mortal would suffer a bloody head just by touching it. This is the only thing he has at the moment. roar.
The Sun Lord just raised his hand, held down the thick tree-trunk-like arm as if dealing with a naughty child, caught it, and then fired.
The bright red death represents the Space Marines' defeat, the brief evacuation, the jetpack leaving the battlefield, the triumphant cheers of the Imperial Guard, and the almost exhausted Sun Lord.
His palms turned bright red, and it took a lot of strength to withstand that attack. The huge headless corpse in front of him was not only his trophy, but also proof that the Imperial Guard had survived again.
Alan Bair looked at the trenches made of sandbags. The corpses of the Imperial Guard were intertwined with the Space Marines. Three or four Skadi veterans used weapons to attack the joints of the Space Marines to make them lose their combat effectiveness. Some people used bomb explosions to hinder the Space Marines. The advance of the warriors.
This victory was not sweet, even bitter, the death of the brothers and sisters and the minimal loss of the Space Marines meant they could come back at any time and at any time.
After cleaning up the battlefield and piling up sandbags, the engineering troops used heavy equipment to dig out the thick underground rocks. Those black and smooth things looked like obsidian, making people wonder whether magma would be dug downwards.
The veterans enjoy the admiration of the new recruits, and the new recruits are scolded for installing barbed wire, because most people with eyes can see that those cultists are preparing to cut off the supplies of the Imperial Guard and choose to give up this strong point.
At the command point, Alan Bair wiped the heretic's blood on his armor. The chief of staff kept talking about how stupid and dangerous the commander's charge just now was, and at the same time arranged dinner for him like an old mother.
The Letling kid said thank you for the first time, and he wanted to use his private collection to make delicious food for everyone to eat meat.
The Catachan Master Chief was busy rearranging and appeasing Catachan internally. So many Catachan soldiers died in this war that this man chose a world in the entire universe, a regiment in a world, and thousands of people in a regiment. Picking the best among the best hurts your bones.
The second lieutenant and lieutenant were comforting and arranging the soldiers. Their growth and majesty among the soldiers made it rare for Alan Bayer to be free to send news, and now he interrupted the chattering chief of staff and just said.
"What happens to those Space Marines now..."
The chief of staff sighed, not sure whether he was lamenting the current war situation or dissatisfied with the Sun Lord's attitude, but he still said it. "The Space Marines built a heavy encirclement several kilometers away, carrying a lot of heavy equipment, ready to attack."
"Our current firepower cannot break through, and the underground depth is too deep to contact the Bordeaux. The message we gave Bordeaux before diving underground was for a month. If it does not come out within a month, the ship can leave and return to the mainland. Troops, and then follow Commander Qi Fan’s orders.”
Alan Beyer asked. "How many days is it today?" There is no day or night underground, so the standard Terra day can only be judged by the alarm clock. Fortunately, this method is often used in the void, and the chief of staff often carries a device to record time.
"Less than a week, about five days." The staff officer replied.
"It's true. This place underground can make people forget how many times they slept and woke up..." Alan Beyer rubbed his temples. "Catachan probably can't break through the defenses of the Space Marines. Those superhumans are too physically strong, and support is far away. Although the food is definitely enough, whether the Bordero leaves or we sit here and wait for death, a month It’s all time to die.”
"But our troops cannot break through the enemy encirclement. The Falakxia Armored Group is not here, and the Earth-shaking Cannon is still in the hands of Commander Qi Fan." the staff officer said.
"This is not a problem. Our soldiers are like liquids. Water has no permanent shape and can adapt to various situations." This sentence suddenly appeared. That was Catachan, and that was the Master Chief. At this moment, he came with several Catachan soldiers. In this place buried by the trench, a semi-underground bunker was broken open with the equipment of the engineering team.
"Water has no normal state? You talk like titanium." The chief of staff asked questioningly, but the Catachan sergeant just said to the Sun Lord seriously.
"I plan to take soldiers, to be precise, a group of new recruits from the Catachan reserve team, to use a small amount of supplies and individual equipment near the camp, snipe from a distance, guerrilla, and other means to rely on a small number of soldiers to contain the enemy. Means.”
"It's like streams that are constantly flushing. In a month, I want them to break open and the water will penetrate the stone!"
Alan Bair was frightened. Was he taken over by the Titanium Ambassador? But this concept is indeed feasible, but guerrilla warfare space warriors? "The losses will be huge."
"I know! But only Catachan can do it. We can get used to the forest and we can get used to steel!" the Master Chief replied.
The Sun Lord turned on his kettle and drank the coffee, as he did when he was nervous. "Then, do it!" (End of Chapter)