Chapter 349 Leviathan: No, this biomass is flying! (Thank you to the alliance leader who is destined to be a boss~)
Battle barge ramp passage.
Malakin covered the visor of the Redemption II Terminator Armor, put on all the weapons, and was equipped with master-level equipment all over his body.
He walked out with heavy steps.
“Unlucky guy, get down here!”
As soon as he stepped onto the ground at the port, a black figure roared and rushed towards him.
That's Tiberos.
This warrior who was given the name "Scarlet Blood Road" was known for his brutality and cruelty. The power claws on his hands flashed scarlet, like a blood-devouring beast.
Few people can face his impact.
In an instant, Malakin felt the brutal aura of Tiberos.
Although there is not much difference in strength between the two, previous duels have ended in their own defeat.
He has waited too long for this moment.
How many times in the middle of the night have I dreamed of beating the bed and getting up, regretting the previous failure and analyzing the opponent's moves.
Especially after getting this equipment, I have been thinking about ways to deal with that guy.
I didn’t expect that the other party actually came to visit me. It was a surprise.
Now, it's the barbarian who should lie down!
“Are you here?”
The leader of the Lamenters smiled slightly without any panic.
It seems like it has been practiced many times.
He gently raised the spear of victory, and the deflection field on the armor buzzed to weaken the incoming offensive.
Dang dang dang a few times.
Malakin blocked all Tiberos' claw attacks, and then suddenly punched.
Bang!
The piston of the power fist roared, hitting the opponent's breastplate with great force and knocking him away.
But this is not over yet.
He immediately took out his gravity gun and fired a few more gravity waves.
Tiberos fell hard to the ground and rolled several times before stabbing his power claws into the ground to stabilize his body.
But before he could raise his head, he was pressed to the ground by the ensuing gravity wave.
In just one meeting, the gap in equipment kinetic energy caused the chapter leader to suffer a big loss.
At this moment.
The cheers of the man-eating shark warriors suddenly froze in the air, and their smiles became stiff.
Their chapter leader was defeated easily in the first confrontation, and the opponent did not even move a step!
"Barbarian, you are useless in front of me..."
Malakin walked towards Tiberos, each step heavy and powerful, and his smile became brighter.
Finally defeated this savage guy, it was so cool!
"Damn it, Malakin!"
Tiberos felt inexplicable shame.
I was beaten down in such a humiliating way in front of everyone.
The Chapter Leader worked hard to remove the suppression of the gravity wave. He stood up suddenly and raised his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and showed a bloodthirsty gaze.
Wait until you see the opponent's equipment clearly.
His bloodthirsty eyes instantly became clear, and he couldn't help but reveal a sense of envy.
In view.
Malakin's complete set of master-level equipment from top to bottom, spray-painted and dotted with fine gold, stung his eyes.
Including armor, there are six pieces of master-level equipment!
"You...are you great if you are well equipped?"
Tiberos' tone became less confident, as if a whole lemon had been stuffed into his heart.
"Praise the savior, it is great to be well equipped."
Malakin ignited the disintegration force field of the Victory Spear and waved it gently: "Do you still want to continue?"
Buzz~
“Boys, go beat up those little unfortunates!”
Tiberos gritted his teeth, and the scarlet ancient power claw gloves flashed with arcs of electricity. After suffering a loss, it would not be so easy for the opponent to defeat him again!
He comforted himself silently in his heart:
Aren't they just a few pieces of master-level equipment? His pair of "hunger" and "thirst quencher" are even rarer and are unique ancient weapons. !
“Beat them!”
The shark warriors roared and rushed towards the battle barge, wanting to fight passionately with the unfortunate Wailers in the ship.
However.
The sudden heavy footsteps interrupted their momentum, and everyone stopped in a daze.
Dong dong dong!
The ground in the port shook slightly.
One Centurion armor after another got off the ship and stood behind Malakin, the destructive heavy weapons exuding a deadly cold light.
These behemoths completely shocked everyone.
After.
With the roar of neat footsteps, row after row of Weeper warriors wearing Terminator armor walked down and formed a formation around the Chapter Leader.
The man-eating shark warrior looked up at the Centurion armor, which was more than five meters high, and then looked at the Terminator armor.
They were all numb, as if they were being charged.
How can we fight now? Maybe we can reconcile with the Weeper's brother?
"Fifteen centurions, all Terminator armors?!"
Tiberos swallowed, and his whole figure seemed to be wearing a mask of pain: "Brother Malakim , How come you are so rich!”
The Man-Eating Shark and the Weeper fight each other, but they are not life-or-death enemies, and they occasionally cooperate.
They are both poor people, and they can barely be regarded as brothers who depend on each other for life. Even the unlucky ones are rich. What will the man-eating shark do?
All the muscles in his body were shaking.
Watching a brother who is more miserable than myself drive a Centurion is more uncomfortable than killing him!
Buzz~
The guards around Malakin ignited the power field of the power claw, and the appearance of the equipment was so familiar.
“No…”
Tiberos looked at the power claws and closed his eyes in pain.
It’s the same style!
The power claws on the hands of Malakin's personal guards are the same as his "hunger" and "thirst quenching". The precious sacred objects that he wipes and protects every day are just the weapons of his personal guards!
He completely broke his guard and felt so small and helpless.
Damn it...
How come these brothers have become rich and yet they themselves have fallen behind?
"Sorry..."
Malakin's faint voice came: "If we don't fight, can you give way? We have to go back to rest."
After all, the Shark Chapter is here to support the homeworld of the Sons of Sanguinius, and the Weeper has regained its place, so there is no need to continue to entangle at this time.
If the Savior catches him as a role model again, he will be in trouble.
Moreover, they did not want to disappoint that great being in any way.
The Messiah is undoubtedly the savior of the Lamenters, completely breaking the curse of their fate.
Since the Lamenters were equipped with the weapons given by the Savior, the tragic fate of the warriors seemed to have begun to reverse.
I no longer feel the inexplicable interference of subspace.
Tiberos took a deep breath and waved his hand to signal the shark warriors to move out of the way.
no way.
You can't beat them, and they can no longer compete with others.
Those guys are all equipped with Terminator armor. If they really fight each other, their old armor will most likely be damaged.
He must not cry to death by then.
"Brother Malarkin!"
Tiberos licked his face and walked up to Malakin with a friendly expression: "How did you get these good things?"
He was really scared of poverty.
If there is really a way to get these equipment, let alone brother, just call me foster father!
After all, with good equipment, the casualties of the boys can be greatly reduced when fighting against human enemies.
Malakin did not give this savage guy a good look, but still answered his question:
"That's a gift from the great savior. It's a pity that you came a step too late and it's already over."
After that
He ignored Tiberos and led the soldiers quickly towards the port hall. go.
"Why is it too late, brother, please explain clearly?"
Tiberos was a little anxious: "Hey, hey, brother..."
He wanted to squeeze to the other party's side to ask more questions, but was squeezed out by the guards.
"Damn it, I can't explain everything clearly. I hate these hypocritical guys the most!"
Tiberos was sulking.
This was the most frustrating day for him in recent years.
It is more aggrieved than the living creature ship that fell into the Tyranids. If an alien appeared in front of him, he would definitely cut it to pieces!
"Master Captain..."
The director of the think tank came over with a sad look on his face: "I asked about the source of those equipment.
Emperor, it is the savior and hope The Primarch gave it to them, and it was given free of charge."
He told Tiberos that the Savior had given all the Chapter's equipment, from armor and weapons to vehicles, a few days ago.
Everyone has a share!
What's even more tragic is that the man-eating shark arrived too late, and all the equipment had been distributed long ago!
"You...you mean, if we had come one step earlier, we would have been like those unlucky ones?"
Tiberos' lips were trembling as he asked tentatively.
"Yes..."
The director of the think tank was also a little lost and regretful. Suddenly he became nervous: "Master, are you okay?!"
"Your Majesty, what did we miss?"
Hearing this.
Tiberos' eyesight went dark.
The whole heart seemed to fall into an incomparable abyss. They missed such a precious gift!
"I really deserve to die..."
He half-wanted to beat himself up and go to the Emperor's shrine to repent for a standard Terran year.
If I didn’t feel sorry for the boat and asked the boys to drive slowly, maybe they could arrive in time and become rich like everyone else.
"Master, please cheer up."
The director of the think tank said with concern.
If something goes wrong with this chapter leader, the whole burden of the chapter will fall on him.
How miserable is that?
The rest of the man-eating shark warriors also lowered their heads and remained silent.
This is equivalent to missing an opportunity to get 100 million for free, and it is a sure thing, you just need to go to the place on time to collect the money.
What a pity.
But you are late, and you can only watch others take money and enjoy themselves.
Who can withstand this kind of thing?
While Tiberos and others were grieving, they suddenly heard pious greetings coming from not far away. It seemed that someone was saluting the savior respectfully.
"Lord Savior?"
He reacted and quickly summoned the soldiers: "Boys, come with me quickly, let's go find the Lord Savior!"
Tiberos led the warriors of the man-eating shark and ran all the way to the port hall.
……
Port Hall.
It is spacious and grand, with bright lights.
The towering dome is decorated with sculptures of Sanguinius and various battle banners, highlighting the glory and power of the Blood Angels.
Not only that.
Now there's something extra here.
For example, a nearly eight-meter-high golden icon of the sun and the savior was erected in the center of the hall, and huge flags representing the savior’s different achievements were hung on the surrounding walls.
The flags sway gently in the breeze brought by the ventilation system.
Inside the lobby.
Many Space Marines came and went, many of them just returning from training.
Full of fatigue. besides.
There are also a large number of administrative personnel, engineering managers, technical priests, etc., who are rushing to various places through the port.
Running for the coming war.
Ron finished his inspection of defense projects in various places and stepped into the hall under the guard of the Thunder Guards.
Everywhere you go.
People saluted the great savior one after another.
He kept a gentle smile and nodded slightly in response to people's respect.
These days.
Ron gradually established prestige in the hearts of the Space Marines by spreading money, criticizing in meetings, and mastering assessments.
It's almost to the point where if they are told to go east, they will not dare to go west, which will also facilitate subsequent effective command.
Due to the characteristics of their gene seeds, these Space Marines have diverse personalities and emotions, and even have serious character flaws.
It can be said.
They cannot be considered human beings with normal emotions.
Furthermore, each Space Marine Chapter is a relatively independent group within the empire, with powerful arms and the power to move freely.
If they don't obey you and don't follow your orders, there's nothing you can do.
If you attack directly.
The casualties caused by both sides were unbearable.
The most that can be done is to declare their disloyalty from the level of loyalty and banish them to the edge area, or within the Eye of Terror.
Let them go on an expedition to atone for their sins and live and die.
But that would also cause unnecessary casualties, and would be more likely to send troops to the Chaos forces.
Anyway.
It is not easy to make these unruly warriors surrender.
Fortunately, he did it, and the effect was pretty good.
“Saviour!”
suddenly.
There was a commotion ahead, and a group of Space Marines were coming here excitedly.
"Hey~ Where did these guys come from?"
At a glance, Ron saw that the armor on those warriors was messy and inconsistent, and even the painting was a bit perfunctory.
It's like escaping.
Except for the extremely unlucky Wailers, it seems difficult to find a war group with a similar style.
But he glanced behind the white shark on the opponent's battle flag.
I understood instantly.
It turned out to be the man-eating shark who was "so poor that he had to grab his own belt". It's not easy for these guys.
"Let them come..."
Ron raised his hand and signaled the blocking Thunder Guards to step back.
I saw Tiberos trotting over, kneeling on one knee almost in a sliding posture, bowing his head piously:
"The great Emperor's son, the Primarch of Hope, the Demon Eater, Thirteenth-level Blesser and Savior, I, Tiberos, and we, your loyal Shark Chapter, come to serve with full of passion and piety.”
For many years, we have fought with the black-hearted oil man! He has already developed his talk when it comes to bargaining.
Loyalty, must be loyal, unbreakable loyalty!
This chapter leader has decided to hug the lap of the great benefactor and savior tightly and bid farewell to poverty once and for all.
Moreover, it is a great fortune to have the opportunity to serve a powerful and wealthy Primarch.
He was even afraid that the original master would refuse because the ingredients of the man-eating shark were not good.
At the same time.
Hundreds of man-eating shark warriors also knelt down on one knee, offering their loyalty to the great savior.
Tiberos became more and more pious:
“The point of our sword is an extension of your will; our war cry is the echo of your glory.
Please allow us to give everything Strength and life, fight for your lofty goal, and devote yourself to your endless glory!"
It's almost like calling my adoptive father.
His words plunged the hall into silence.
Some Space Marines who knew the deeds of the Devouring Shark were dumbfounded:
That guy is the legendary cold and ruthless blood-soaked machine, leaving only the scarlet road of broken corpses wherever he goes - Tiberos?
Some upright Space Marines felt that there was a hint of flattery in the loyal words of the Shark Chapter Leader.
But no matter what.
He has sworn allegiance, and this is something that cannot be changed.
Ron didn't care about this, as long as he was loyal, not to mention these guys were indeed very fierce, especially the Chapter Leader of the Man-Eating Sharks.
He gently supported the uneasy Tiberius with a gentle smile:
"Thank you for your hard work."
I hope that the original body's words from the heart will make Tiberius Los's true feelings showed, with tears faintly flashing in his eyes: "Savior, we are suffering!"
Many centuries ago.
Man-eating sharks were sent to explore the outer world to nip possible threats in their bud.
It can be said that I have suffered a lot.
But the fact is that they have long been forgotten by the empire and abandoned in the long river of history.
No merit or honor will be recognized.
When the man-eating sharks returned to the empire from the outside world, no one accepted them at all. Instead, they were treated as mercenaries and sent to the most dangerous battlefields.
Furthermore, they were not able to receive any supplies, were on high alert, and were subjected to rounds of review by the Tribunal.
"You will receive fair treatment in the future..."
Ron stepped forward, Tiberius followed closely beside him: "What's more, I think you are in the outer realm. Activities are valuable.”
He is indeed telling the truth.
Those weird technological fragments obtained by the man-eating shark in the outer world are of great benefit to human beings' scientific and technological exploration.
After the Savior showed interest in technological fragments.
Tiberos immediately stated that he would dedicate all technological fragments to the great savior.
During many centuries of exploration in outer lands, the Shark's warehouses have contained a large number of unrecognizable or heretical technological fragments.
To this.
Ron was quite satisfied.
Perhaps after the war, more resources and ships can be provided to the man-eating sharks, and members of the Mechanicus can be dispatched to accompany the ships.
Go to the outer lands to find more technological fragments to expand the technological level of the territory.
Tiberos followed the savior all the way to a certain area.
After hesitating for a long time.
He finally suggested euphemistically that the shark warriors might need some equipment supplies to cope with the upcoming battle.
However.
The savior told him that all the supporting equipment and materials had been distributed.
This news made him feel heartbroken.
"Fortunately, it's not that we don't have extra equipment..."
Ron stopped in front of a black warehouse door with Tiberos and raised his hand to open the door.
Suddenly there was a dazzling golden light flashing.
In this War Angel's spare weapons warehouse, all are new types of equipment, ranging from armor to centurion armor.
Enough to arm the blood-eating sharks several times!
Tiberos looked at all this and felt that his legs were weakening: "Lord Savior, are these for us?"
"Yes, you can pick whatever you want..."< br>
The savior patted the chapter leader's shoulder and motioned for him to follow the warehouse management staff in.
Tiberos walked in in a daze, and then there was a suppressed cry, the long-cherished wish of the man-eating shark for many centuries.
Finally I got my wish.
They don’t have to sacrifice soldiers due to lack of equipment, let alone take unnecessary risks for a few resources.
Ron listened to the chapter leader's suppressed sobs, then turned and left.
He knew it was the voice of loyalty...
——
Baal.
Temporary Messianic Sanctuary.
Ron lowered his head and flipped through the documents sent from the main strategy room, checking the data of the participants in the war.
now.
The Leviathan Hive Fleet has arrived in the outer star field, and it is very likely that it has organized multiple tentacle fleets.
Attack from all directions and extremely difficult to defend.
Compared with this wave of offensive, the last Pioneer Nest in Hades Galaxy was just an appetizer.
The tide of Tyranids released by those biological ships is enough to flood the Baal system several times. In this case, the one hundred thousand Space Marines alone are not enough.
not to mention.
What he wants is not a tragic victory, but to defeat Tyran with an advantage.
Otherwise, it will be like the empire's past Tyrannic wars, with heavy casualties and no survivors. Even if you win, you will lose.
So.
More war vehicles and mortal troops must be needed to fill the defensive lines.
In addition to the Stormtroopers' armored forces, Titan swarms, and Imperial Knights, the Empire also provided additional support to the Astra Militarum.
There are approximately hundreds of millions of these Astra Militarum troops, and they are coming to Baal with multiple small troop transport fleets.
Ron sighed.
I hope these Astra Militarum troops can arrive early and receive corresponding coordinated deployment, otherwise they will be hurriedly thrown into the battlefield like the Empire did with a flashlight.
Can only be used as low-level cannon fodder.
……
Bar’s outer airspace.
The body of a pale-haired veteran floated in the void, and he screamed silently.
Whoosh.
An ugly tentacle bounced up and rolled back the biomass.
The shadow of Tyran's death spreads from afar.
That is Leviathan.
It has a curly carapace and a mouth full of twisting tentacles, or a slug-like body wrapped around a small star, just like some kind of predatory aquatic insect.
Just its huge size is comparable to any asteroid.
The void shield crumbled in the flickering light.
Unfortunately, the Imperial Astra Militarum's troop transport was captured by Leviathan's tentacles. The hull began to collapse. The fire flowing outward burned the internal atmosphere, and more human bodies flew out screaming.
Soon.
The hull was torn apart, and the biological ships devoured this delicious biomass wantonly.
A small fleet that the empire came to support was destroyed, and tens of millions of people were unfortunately buried in the insect mouth before they saw the battlefield.
Of course, this is also the norm in the war between the Empire and Tyranids.
After the Leviathan Hive Fleet devoured the biomass, it continued moving forward, hoping to replenish more biomass on the planet ahead.
But after it arrived, everything in front of it made the Hive Mind feel a little confused.
Because.
It was a bare earth ball.
It seems as if someone has taken away the rich biomass of the planet in advance!
Leviathan was extremely angry with hunger and thirst, and roared silently.
Fortunately, it can detect that some biomass is still left in the earth ball.
Later.
Leviathan dropped a large number of Tyranid sporangia, intending to completely devour the remaining biomass.
It just didn’t take long.
Some kind of mechanical creation hidden in the earth ball exploded, and a large amount of green smoke filled the entire planet's atmosphere.
Leviathan became increasingly angry and a little panicked.
It felt the disgusting smell, something dirty and smelly, polluting its own biomass!
(End of this chapter)