Chapter 259 Angel came to me
Loander, one of the countless hive worlds in the empire, has constant taxes, diligent people, ignorant residents, and harsh environment. For the empire, it is a model among models, but for the people of this world, the lords here are The Lord was tyrannical and violent, with many conquests and plunders, but this made them even more trusting in the majesty of the God-Emperor and their unwavering loyalty.
As a result, the murderous calamity fell. As the governor's blood moistened the towering tower, a treacherous betrayal also began to take shape. The "trade fleet" of the Engili space port that was originally lowered to this world in the name of friendly trade, came down with "goods" "But he raised his weapons and massacred the loyal people of the empire.
The universe is long, things are sudden, and the void is extremely vast, so the weak news was stopped after the astral array was accurately interfered by illegal psychics and exploded the heads of many innocent astral prophets.
Among the decaying ruins, a strange man wearing an Imperial Guard general uniform with no military rank on his shoulders and no sign of the Holy Eagle held up a familiar weapon, which was the Skadi's favorite heat ray gun. Detonate the gun and calmly look down from the heights of the ruins.
Parked vehicles abound on the intricate reinforced concrete roads, and dead bodies are strewn everywhere. Those things have become the source of supplies for the entire strange criminal force, but the area they care about most is the area designed to spread signals. The posture is strange, like a star language fortress like a big pot lid.
Surrounded by Gothic black gold, the void shield was in a trance under the flames of the earth-shaking cannon. Numerous ditches and trenches were buried with a chaotic defense line composed of Imperial Guards and PDFs. It is hard to imagine that there are such loyal people in such a world, even in Weapons and equipment, numbers and individual soldier training are not advantages, but we still persist in this.
The "general" man in a high position chanted. "I hate them." "Because they are ignorant and worship the Corpse Emperor. Because they are narrow-minded and refuse to accept the true power of the dark gods, and most importantly, accept the glory that belongs to them. But I also pity them."< br>
"Is there anything...so pity...my lord?" This voice came from Custer, who was the favorite adjutant of the evil war lord named Ed von Ka, and the interesting Custer was a An illegal psyker who specializes in psychic means.
Thus his sumptuous robes are intricately decorated with clanking alembics and experimental spirit grenades.
His voice from the mask was like that of a drowning man, words gasping in the alveolar fluid of his lungs.
"Custer, my voyeur, don't you understand? These poor people have been deprived of everything," Ed Von Ka gushed. "They refused to share in the psychic bounty of their Astropaths because their God-Emperor taught them greed, cruelty, and selfishness.
He taught them that only through suffering could their lives have meaning, and that freedom and rights were just clever names for curses.
I pity them. Their faith is based on weakness, they cling to the little they have now and refuse to give or receive the gifts that are rightfully theirs. We must set an example and show them a better way. ”
As he spoke, the roar of artillery fire rumbled through the air, and the evil army lord raised his proud head and watched the shells fly from behind the artillery camp, fly towards the shield of the fortress, and then explode instantly.
Dirty flames bloomed, while the void shield flickered, as fragments from the explosion and thick clouds tens, hundreds of meters high swirled around the shield's bright outer ring, adding to the fury of their efforts. , simultaneously ineffective and pathetic.
"We still can't break their shields remotely, my lord," Castle said. "However, Imperial forces survived... within the Temple District."
"They continue to have the power to... harass our flanks. If the astropaths of Lord Bandelta, the master of Engili Spaceport, find that we have not been able to receive the astropaths before the next stage, then after a lot of time, even if we After capturing this...sanctuary...then he will...punish us for our failure." His tone was desperate and wavering, and his spiritual energy was filled with uncertainty, causing many mortal soldiers to see terrible hallucinations and become miserable. Call.
"Be patient, Custer." Ed von Ka comforted his evil lieutenant in a sincere and pleasant tone. "The battle should be calm and calm, until the last drop of blood and liquid is extracted, remember that entropy is our partner and the gods of Chaos are on our side."
"Suffering is our gift. Hunger, despair, strategy, rage, assassination, betrayal, the inevitability of those chaotic existences will make this battlefield more uncertain. These are all media through which the power of our god spreads. When we step into this religion , this is how we are taught by those who understand the will of the gods.”
"Dark Praise..." Custer cackled.
"Dark Praise!" the Dark War Lord repeated before continuing. "Eventually, our enemies will admit defeat, Castor, and as for the Imperial Guardsmen hiding in the Temple District, let them try to fight us!"
"Let them use their meager strength against the unyielding power of the N'djili Legion! I commend their tenacity and enjoy the utter despair of their cause. Let us grant them suffering and they will help us achieve this this round The real purpose, let us... give generously! ”
Another round of bombing continued, and the artillery battalion under the command turned countless high-explosive ammunition into the most terrifying roar. At the same time, many unique weirdos picked up their own weapons. They had carapace armor, chain swords, and some. Explosive guns, and tattoos with many unique and crazy patterns, weird runes or worst of all, an eight-pointed star of chaos attached to the body.
And this weird army is composed of two types of people. One is the orphans who appeared under the bad order of the Engili space port, who were collected and finally trained to form warriors, or the worst and most terrifying mercenaries among them. A mercenary king with great achievements after hundreds of battles.
At the same time, those runes are not meant to show off the body or threaten the enemy. Instead, they are smeared with witchcraft fuel by Chaos Sorcerers, Psychic Masters and other people closest to Chaos. They will never fall off for life. At the same time, the subspace sensing ability of the smeared person is strengthened.
The obscene words from the highest heaven are always coercing the power of chaos into the bodies of those miserable people while strengthening their perception or physique. In times of crisis, they may even feel the prompts or assistance from the gods of chaos, but there is no free power in the subspace. At the same time, there is a high chance of rune death. Those who mutate or become crazy due to the application of paint will not be able to join the army. They will be treated as scraps and thrown into a cage, and then cut into pieces and used as "raw materials" for the next paint to reduce the work of Chaos wizards.
Those losers will be separated from the honorable Engili Port warriors, and become losers and be cast aside. At the same time, in order to ensure the bloodiness of those warriors, the owner of Engili Port, the Rogue Trader Bandetaer, strictly requires those warriors. Without training, they cannot assume a command position. Instead, they have to be sent to the space station on the outer edge of Engili Port. They rely on complex void behemoth attracting equipment, use simple small fighter jets, and close-ground defense weapons to fight those monsters and swallow their food. flesh.
It can be said that everyone here is a shooting expert, a combat master, and is extremely good at various high-mobility operations. The price is that they know nothing about things that humans should know except war.
For them, living is not a job, not tired, but relying on fighting, killing, and obedience. This man-made fighting nation is both crazy and pathetic. At the same time, it has spent a lot of looted materials from Njili Port and millions from the Rong Merchant Dynasty. In order to prove that their Chaos Faith and those Throne Coins were not in vain, those seemingly human and inhuman things took up weapons and charged forward.
Explosive beams, chainswords, magic and carapace, a bizarre combination of individual weapons better than the Empire's elite stormtroopers and chaotic magic, erupted into abnormal wildness on the battlefield. At the same time, in order to protect those guys, The spiritual power of the psychic wizard Custer enveloped thousands of civilians and used them as human shields to resist.
They have been carefully selected, many of them are family members of dignitaries and Guardsmen. As long as there is a slight hesitation in shooting from the opposite side, then under the cover of artillery fire, this terrifying level of chaos will be effective.
There is a saying in the empire that a crazy wizard is worth several companies. Now those civilians holding weapons are controlled by the Chaos Wizard to charge forward, but their memory and will are still maintained, and their body nerves are coerced by the powerful force, following the madness. The cultists charged, weeping and mad.
In order to make the other side be kind, most of them are old people, children, and women, which is extremely vicious!
The soldiers of the Imperial Guard did not dare to fire, even if the company commander roared. It was not until the staff officer killed a soldier with a explosive bomb that the corresponding flames erupted on the trench, but the delay of a few seconds was enough for a vigorous battlefield. , the weak slopes linking the fortress were crawling with civilians and rebel soldiers.
"We are the embodiment of entropy!" In the bloody wind, the dark lord Ed Von Ka shouted. "We are inevitable death, unstoppable attrition, and we will crush these heathens until they give us what we want."
In the hysterical shouting, the Dark Legion revealed its evil appearance. Those warriors wearing runes held heat rays to destroy the Chimeras parked near the trenches: armored vehicles or reconnaissance tanks, and the troops lacking heavy firepower and armor were destroyed. Defeat and retreat.
Soon, one trench, two, or three trenches could not protect the position under the barbed wire and faith. A bad sense of shame filled the hearts of the Imperial Guard commanders.
But what awaits them is only continuous raiding wars. After the enemy's body passed through the void shield, the ground has been filled with corpses. The damage caused by logging guns or explosive bombs, the evil killed by flamethrowers, but even those warriors The results achieved through hard work became meaningless when the entire defense was broken through.
The war was almost one-sided in favor of the enemies of the empire. Those evil and crazy people gathered here, and then plundered and declared their justice and morality. After that, thousands of densely packed heads squeezed through the embarrassing ravines and trenches, using weapons and death slaying the soldiers of the Imperial Guard.
The blood dyed the ground red, and gunpowder smoke floated up into the gray sky. The death of this world has been destined, and miracles seem to be gone. The last trench line barely maintains operation, and the soldiers continue to fill up the artillery shells and weapon pellets, just like the hand They are all heated by the speed.
However, in addition to their numbers, the enemy also had several captured light armored vehicles. Those weapons that served the empire sprayed flames. The Imperial Guard captain held down the heavy gunner and asked the weapons team to lie down, but when the weapon hand was pressed, he felt his forehead was warm. , and saw the fierce company commander falling down at this moment.
The explosive chain of the Chimera armored vehicle tore open his chest. The carapace only ensured that he still had a complete body. The minced meat had astonishing holes like those made by snipers with mortal equipment. Death was displayed in front of everyone.
At such a desperate moment, the screams and despair expected by the heretics did not appear. Instead, battlefield prayers representing the emperor's will continued.
“Oathtoobedience
Ipledgemyservicetothee, God-emperorofmankind.DowithmeasYouplease, formyfaithisabsolute.
Pledge of Surrender (recited repeatedly when mentally weak)
The God Emperor of the human world, I swear to serve you. Ren Zi uses me because I persist in my faith.
The God Emperor of the human world, I swear to serve you. Let me use you because I persist in my faith! ”
Those soldiers prayed continuously, their will reflected back to their bodies, the bombs roared, and the sound was continuous and loud.
“DeathIncantation
Ifearnoevil,Ifearnodeath,fortheEmperorcomesforme.
Death mantra (recited before death)
I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of demons, just because the Human Emperor came to pick me up!
FearIncantation
Fearisnaught, formyfaithisstrong."
"Facing Fear Mantra (can be recited at any time)
Fear is like nothingness, because I am extremely religious! ”
If loyalty can defeat evil spirits, then the mortals in this world may easily win, because what insists on their fight is no longer family or honor, nor survival, but loyalty, loyalty to the Lord of mankind, and an oath to defeat evil spirits and heretics!
And War Lord Ed Von Ka shouted. "My lieutenant, use your magic!"
"I want their belief in the Corpse Emperor to be shattered to pieces!"
The chaos wizards obeyed the orders, sang and whispered, and used their methods. The filthy spells and the wails of chaos came one after another in an endless stream. They could let those terrible spiritual powers vent, but although their faith was strong and their will was strong, they could not defeat the mighty power of chaos. combustion.
If the God-Emperor is by his side, the filthy curse can naturally be broken, but now in front of the throne, there is only the Fool...
Hope is gone, death is coming, bloodshed continues, comrades-in-arms begin to attack each other, lovers and relatives cannot be distinguished, this last fortress must be broken, and the cruel war must be defeated.
But no matter how desperate the situation is, there are still people chanting prayers. So, why is the Emperor no longer around?
Beyond the atmosphere, among the stars, the scorching stars fall into the world, the engraved runes, the majesty of the warband, the eagle of destruction, spread its wings and soar.
All mortals can raise their heads and shout that the angels are coming, while the airdrop pods fall into the battlefield, and the armor is red and white, indicating that the soldiers have arrived and natural disasters are coming. (End of chapter)