Chapter 351 is over, that’s an apocalypse-level battlefield! (7K)
The door at the corner of the corridor is embedded with a Type I emblem with a skull.
That is the emblem of the imperial state religion.
Behind the door, a passage several meters long stretches out, and the walls are covered with reliefs of saints suffering and saving the world.
Each relief is lifelike, as if telling a sacred and immortal legend.
It makes people awe-inspiring.
Going along the passage, there is a large prayer room dedicated to the emperor's shrine. The interior is filled with incense and brightly lit with candles, illuminating the white sacred skull tower and the emperor's statue.
Slightly flashy.
It is somewhat incompatible with the rusty environment outside.
At this moment.
There were many people in the prayer room.
After praying, these veterans of the Astra Militarum sat around the brazier in the hall and talked about their service experiences.
Let’s see whose service career is more legendary.
The old priest was listening beside him, leaning on his scepter, with a kind smile on his face.
It is undoubtedly a sacred ceremony for believers to tell their loyalty and achievements to the great and benevolent emperor.
He just had to sit back and listen.
"Maybe other people don't know, but I have seen those abominable things, they are real."
It was a man wearing green carapace armor with white marks on his shoulders. A veteran of Cadia with a rough voice: "If you have been to my hometown of Cadia, of course you have no chance now..."
He stared at the brazier with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
The other veterans were silent.
They all knew that the veteran's homeland of Cadia had been destroyed by heretical traitors within the Eye of Terror.
The Cadian veteran slowed down and continued:
"If you have been there before, you will know what a true universal army is. I was born in the first line of resistance against the Chaos heresy. The line of defense was born to fight those heretical demons to the death!
Since I can remember, I have followed my father and brother to use the laser rifle I assembled to hunt those humans corrupted by Chaos.
I joined the Astra Militarum at the age of eighteen and followed the orders of the Empire to fight in more than a dozen battles. I have served for thirty Terran years.
The only regret is that I did not participate in the final battle of Cadia and died in my homeland! "
"Sooner or later we will destroy those damn heretics. ”
Seeing that the Cadian veteran was in a low mood, the Stormtrooper Delainen of the Consequent Guards raised his mechanical hand and patted the opponent on the shoulder. The rest of the Astra Militarum also responded to the veteran. In awe.
“It’s my turn. ”
A fierce Catachan man wearing an ordinary military uniform with a red scarf on his head and super muscular muscles took a sip of low-quality wine.
He said in a muffled voice:
"We in Catachan are in a hell of a mess. The jungle is full of dangers. Of course, those screaming wheat and biting fruits do taste good."
The Catachan fierce man played with his hunting knife: "I lived in the jungle until I reached adulthood, and then joined the jungle warriors and followed the troops outside the jungle.
It is really safe outside.
Even the battlefield is safer than the jungle, and you can sleep peacefully without worrying about being eaten by a ghost tree
In more than ten years of service, I have killed greenskins, faced chaos demons, and followed the legion all the way to this point..."
Hearing this.
The soldiers couldn't help but exclaimed. .
After that, several Astra Militarum veterans came forward to talk about their service lives.
Delanein was a little distracted.
He moved the mechanical arm, and it seemed that the machine spirit of this thing was a little unhappy.
This expensive creation cost me five thousand throne coins, which was almost all of my belongings at the time.
He was resentful in his heart:
“That damn black-hearted oil man must have cut corners and gave me a low-quality manipulator, which was probably a second-hand thing ripped off a corpse!”
Fortunately, before Delanein left, he secretly picked up a lot of good things from the oil man with the brothers in Consequité, so it wasn't a huge loss.
To be more precise, I made a little profit.
No way.
The Consequent Guards are too poor.
It was established in violation of regulations and has a bad record.
The Ministry of Military Affairs once only gave them company-level supplies, and then sent them to large-scale battles full of monsters and monsters across the empire.
Attempt to bury this illegal legion.
But the Consequité Guards still managed to survive under such circumstances. Even at the end of the 42nd Millennium, there were still twenty regiment-level troops with about 200,000 people.
It is considered a legendary existence in the Astra Militarum.
It’s just that this legend has a bit of a derogatory meaning.
They have almost no morale. They are simply living kings and the emperor's running angels, occasionally doing some sneaky things to replenish military supplies.
The first lesson for new recruits when they join the regiment is to teach them how to survive in a dangerous battlefield.
Including finding suitable hidden obstacles, lying posture, judging which enemies are the most dangerous, how to hide, etc.
The group leader even said it bluntly.
These life-saving experiences are their most valuable asset in Consequence.
The local military department was disgusted with these old-timers and invincible villains, but there was nothing they could do about it.
After all, they did obey the order and fought on the most dangerous battlefield.
"Brother, it's your turn!"
Delainen's shoulders suddenly sank, and Catachan's fierce man slapped him with his big hand.
He raised his head and everyone looked over.
It seems that I have to say something.
Delainen moved his robotic arm again and said calmly:
"I am a veteran of the 14th Guards Regiment of Consequité. I have served for fifteen years and participated in about two battles. More than ten battles, facing almost all known enemies of the Empire.
Before boarding this ship, we followed the Emperor's Angels to destroy a group of Chaos pirates who invaded the Imperial planet. I was lucky enough to use it. Melta weapon killed a Chaos warrior..."
Buzz.
There was a commotion in the crowd, people's faces were full of surprise, and people's voices of admiration came one after another.
Killing a Chaos Space Marine with a mortal body is already a legendary achievement for the Astra Militarum.
"Praise the Emperor, your soul will surely return to the throne!"
The old priest couldn't help but admired and blessed this Consequet regiment stormtrooper with great achievements.
Everyone agrees that the Consequet Stormtrooper's service career is the most legendary.
Worthy of everyone's respect.
Delainen didn't have much reaction to this.
He would never tell.
The melt ray was accidentally missed, destroying the head of the Chaos Space Marine who was about to fall to the ground, and stealing the Emperor's Angel's battle credit.
Not to mention.
The people in the Consequette regiment don't care much about these honors.
The competition within the Guards is about who is more stubborn and who can survive better. A veteran like him who has only experienced more than 20 battles cannot be ranked among the internal ranks.
Actually.
It was also a coincidence that Delainen boarded this ship to participate in an unknown battle.
After their company ended the battle, they collectively went to the local planet to recuperate and treat their injuries, and to see if they could get some military supplies.
However.
He and his brothers were lying on the hospital bed.
Suddenly, the commander of the Ministry of Military Affairs came, forcibly recruited them, took them away and packed them on the ship.
Not only that.
The commanders of the Military Affairs Department and even the local security forces were taken away.
Based on his own experience, Delainen judged that there might be a special military situation somewhere that required rapid military support.
This group of soldiers was urgently recruited.
I didn’t even have to choose, everyone just got in.
Now he just hopes that he can survive this war, leave this hellish place with his brothers, and return to the Guards Regiment.
Just when everyone was praising Delainen.
"Brother, it seems you haven't spoken yet?"
The Catachan fierce man suddenly found a short figure sitting in the corner, never making a sound.
The soldier was wearing a thick coat, holding a complicated spear in his arms, and his face was tightly wrapped in a helmet and gas mask.
Always remain silent.
He suggested: "Tell everyone about your service career..."
"That's right, tell everyone!"
The veterans booed, hoping to know the soldier's service experience.
However.
The soldier seemed a little uncomfortable and still did not speak.
The fierce Catachan man walked over, enthusiastically put his arms around the warrior's shoulders, and invited him to drink his strong wine.
The liquor seemed to be having an effect.
The soldier finally spoke, his tone a little stiff:
"I...I am a new recruit with a very short service experience. I previously participated in actual combat training in the radiation dust of Krieg. He has only officially served for two years.
Only fought in one battle..."
"It's okay, we are all growing up from rookie recruits!"
The fierce Catachan man tried to comfort the Krieg soldier, caring for the shy warrior.
In order not to make the atmosphere cold.
He continued to ask: "I heard that you Kriegs are quite powerful. Let me tell you about the battle you fought. Did you kill one or two enemies?"
< br>The Krieg warrior tried to organize his words: "I can't remember clearly... The commander said it was an apocalyptic battle..."
Hearing this.
The atmosphere in the hall became silent.
Everyone's eyes widened, looking shocked.
These veterans who have been fighting for many years have almost all heard of apocalyptic wars from some legends or rumors.
That was almost the most difficult and highest-level war the empire faced. Those who could survive the apocalypse-level war were the most glorious warriors.
Whether it's for the Mortal Legion, Space Marines, Imperial Knights or Titan Pilots, this is true!
If life is the Emperor's currency, then Apocalypse-level warfare is the currency shredder.
Under normal circumstances.
When mortal troops enter the apocalypse-level battlefield, each person receives a battery, a laser rifle, and a melt grenade.
There is no need for any tactics, no intelligence, no instructions, and no need to know what the enemy is.
No need to aim.
For the sky and the earth are filled with enemies.
If they can empty the battery, they are first-rate. If they throw out the melta grenades, they are combat heroes. If they can survive for half a day, they are veterans of many battles.
Those regiment-level troops will fight bloody battles with the enemy in positions filled with nuclear radiation, biological and chemical poisonous gas, and destructive missiles bombard the battlefield indiscriminately.
Each regimental unit has a life expectancy of six hours.
However, in battle.
The order they received was to resist the enemy for fifteen minutes. After fifteen minutes, a new regiment would come to replace the defense.
But actually.
Before the new regiment arrives, these soldiers are often all dead.
The new group that arrived could only continue fighting on the scorched corpses that had been washed with blood by nuclear bombs. Those scorched corpses had been stacked up several layers.
Soon,
They will become the latest layer.
The mortal legions in the trenches could see this:
In space.
The fleets were engaged in firefights non-stop. The light of macro cannons and rays of light lit up the void. Every minute, battleships could be seen turning into dazzling fireworks.
When the exchange of fire between those fleets became intense, they had no chance to replenish their ammunition. They could only drive the ships into collision and die together with the enemy.
Within the atmosphere.
Various fighter planes and enemy flying forces are fighting. Lasers, missiles, and artillery shells are all over the sky, forming new smoke clouds. Fighters are falling like raindrops every moment.
On the ground.
Super-heavy tanks are swarming all over the place, and you can even see the mountains of Emperor-class Titans and multiple-level Titan formations in the distance. That is the power gathered by more than ten or twenty Titan Orders.
But even divine machines like Titan could not hold on for long, and they fell one after another.
Closer.
Many imperial knights are fighting hard, several knight families have died collectively, and more knight families are coming. The Emperor's Angels, humanity's most powerful genetically modified bodies, the Space Marines, were reimbursed batch after batch in company units. Several battle groups were thrown into the battlefield, but no news was brought back.
The battle nuns plunged into the temples one after another without causing any splash.
Even the great living saint fell from mid-air.
Then he was resurrected and thrown into the battlefield.
No one knows what happened in the core battlefield.
As the battle continues.
The armored forces of the Astra Militarum were reduced to scrap metal at a speed of thousands, and the roar of artillery occupied all the space, so that the mortals on the battlefield lost their hearing.
In the past, the precious Manticore missiles were launched in pieces, but the Death Strike missiles removed the safety and bombed any possible area without hesitation.
The unit of measurement for the Astra Militarum is billions.
The casualties in each wave of defense were in the millions, and countless mortals turned into insignificant dust on the battlefield.
Wait until the war reaches its fiercest moment.
No one has responded to the request for orbital bombing, and there is no need for it, because the explosions caused by the falling wreckage of battleships and fighter planes are more intensive than orbital bombing.
The sages of the Mechanicus have begun to use any possible illegal or even heretical technology, poison gas, radiation, space black holes, no one will care about these.
No one even knows what happened.
Not to mention.
These sages will not survive the judgment.
On the battlefield.
Those veterans who are lucky enough to survive for more than three hours will even see any possible scene.
Brutal killing metal men, chaos demigods, screaming demons, demon engines, endless aliens.
The massive influx of war machines and fallen ship wreckage has caused the planet's mass to rise. The planet's terrain has been changed by endless bombings, the mountains have been erased, and the oceans have evaporated.
Even the climate has changed.
The hemisphere covered with ice and snow in winter turned red, and the temperature rose extremely, making the armored soldiers who had just arrived and wore thick cotton-padded jackets cursed with heat.
When the war reaches the middle and late stages, both the enemy and ourselves have no idea what they are going to do. They just mechanically attack any enemy and then die.
Everyone is just numbly attacking.
If you are lucky.
Some Astra Militarum veterans are able to see the bigger picture.
The core battlefield has spread here.
Those ancient and sacred legends in the legends of the Empire - the Grand Master of the Gray Knights, the Master of the Star Wars Chapter, the Emperor's Champion, the Emperor's Chosen, and even the great Primarch, are fighting against equal enemies. Fight for your life.
Those veterans would even find that they were less than ten meters away from those great beings, and could clearly see the sacred runes on their armor and their resolute faces stained with blood.
This is the closest step they have taken to becoming a legend.
Then, veterans often go insane from seeing too abominable Chaos beings, or die in the aftermath of battles between great beings.
Even so, they have played their due value and gained a legendary life.
At least they were not like those unlucky ones who died without knowing what the enemy looked like when they arrived at the battlefield, and their souls were pulled into the terrifying subspace.
The battle for the great being is still continuing, and more troops are filling in. No one knows the outcome of this war, and can only pray for the Emperor's blessing.
This is an apocalyptic war, which will determine the fate of a star region, a star field, and even an empire!
Any warrior who survives an apocalypse-level war is undoubtedly a walking legend in the empire, gaining praise and respect from everyone.
Inside the prayer room hall.
After several minutes of shock and silence, the veterans of the Astra Militarum burst into deafening cheers, while giving the Krieg warrior warm applause and praise.
He is undoubtedly the most legendary being here.
They walked up one after another and performed the Sky Eagle Salute to this warrior who survived the apocalypse-level war.
Then hug him.
The Krieg warrior was at a loss and stood there stiffly.
In his eyes, any war is the same.
The Kriegs were born for war, never retreating or surrendering, unafraid of death or caring for their own lives, they were mere weapons of the Emperor's will.
And self-sacrifice is the highest ideal.
For this Krieg warrior, he was simply participating in a war following the Emperor's will.
He will participate in more wars in the future until one day he falls on the battlefield.
Realize the ultimate value of life.
All this is not glory, but destiny.
The company commander who was listening silently at the door came in. He saluted the soldier and personally lit a precious cigarette from Terra for him.
Other Astra Militarum veterans also gave gifts.
The old priest came over, devoutly recited blessing verses for the Krieg warrior, and gave him a plasma pistol that had been blessed and consecrated by the state religion.
Delanein, who has always been stingy, also stepped forward and gave Krieger a pocket watch studded with gems.
He got it from the concubine of a certain planet's governor.
For this matter.
Almost did not trigger a fight between their company and the local security forces.
Suddenly, Delainen thought of something, and his face became serious, even faintly pale.
He looked at the Krieg soldiers and asked: "Brother, why are you here?"
Normally.
A veteran like this who has experienced an apocalyptic war will not easily be in the same place as them.
As the glory and elite veterans of the Astra Militarum, they often only appear on the most dangerous or equivalent battlefields.
This is the same thing.
Everyone in the hall also became quiet.
The Krieg warrior was unaware of the change in the atmosphere and responded simply and directly, as if replying to an order: "Sir's order, he said we are going to follow a great being and fight a more difficult battle!"
There was no fear in his words, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
A more difficult war?
After he finished speaking, the veterans of the Astra Militarum realized something and their faces turned pale.
The hall was as quiet as death, and only the crackling sound of the special fragrant wood in the brazier could be heard.
Click.
The company commander tremblingly picked up a Terra cigarette, lit it and took a deep puff without even spitting out the smoke.
The Cadian veteran sat back, silently wiping the laser rifle he had assembled; the Catachan fierce man drank all the liquor in the kettle, took out the frosting cloth, and polished the hunting knife over and over again.
The old priest grasped the long staff tightly, supported his body, walked to the shrine, knelt down, and prayed devoutly to the emperor.
Seeing that everyone was silent, the Krieg warrior finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down.
Continue to stay quiet.
“It’s over, this time it’s an apocalyptic war!”
Deleinen almost slid to the ground, his eyes dull: “Why am I so unlucky?”
< br>He felt that he would not survive this time. Being able to survive for an hour or two on such a battlefield was already a blessing from the emperor.
After all, according to the historical documents of the Consequent Guards, there were three regiments that participated in apocalyptic wars at different times.
No one came back alive!
He doesn't think he is better than his more experienced seniors.
Delainen's guess was not wrong.
The Empire defines the Battle of Baal as an apocalyptic war, and it is the most dangerous kind.
After all, Baal is facing the most powerful Tyranid Hive Fleet in the galaxy, and there is no room for maneuver.
They retreated.
The Leviathan Hive Fleet will threaten life in the entire star field, and even develop to the point where the Empire is completely unable to resist.
Making human destiny slide into a darker abyss.
In this case.
The two Primarchs, Regent Guilliman and Savior Ron, had to face the Tyranid swarm together to deal with this terrifying threat.
It can be said.
This is one of the most important wars in the empire in recent years.
More trouble is.
The empire had no way to provide more support, so it could only forcibly recruit hundreds of millions of soldiers and send them over.
In order to recruit enough soldiers quickly.
The Ministry of Military Affairs even executed a group of inefficient conscription officers and then issued death orders to the remaining conscription officers.
Under the pressure and time constraints, in order to save their lives, the recruiting officers had no choice but to use all possible means to summon any army that could reach Baal.
This is the chaotic scene where several legions are crowded on the same ship.
And there are not only soldiers on these troop ships, but also a large number of unaware imperial citizens.
They were forcibly recruited in various ways, and some unlucky ones were dragged away in their sleep.
For those recruiting officers, as long as they have enough people, they can complete the task.
The Ministry of Military Affairs also turned a blind eye.
Whether it is the Astra Militarum or the citizens of the Empire, there is not much difference on such a battlefield. As long as those citizens of the Empire can pull the trigger and throw the melt grenade, it is enough.
Being able to kill one or two aliens is a huge gain.
Even if you use your flesh and blood to slow down the insect swarm a little, let the bombing troops arrive.
It also played its due role.
The atmosphere in the hall became more solemn.
Suddenly, the serious voice of the company commander sounded:
"I would like to remind you that no one here is allowed to reveal this matter, otherwise you may be judged..."
He warned these veterans to keep it secret and prevent the news from spreading in advance.
Caused panic within the army.
Actually.
Many Imperial troops participating in apocalypse-level wars know nothing until they arrive on the battlefield.
Even until they died, they did not know what battle they were participating in.
Only to win.
The survivors of these troops only realized how great their achievements were when they participated in the celebration ceremony and received commendations.
Trillions of humans survive because of their bravery.
The veterans nodded silently, this is what they should do. Now that they are on this ship, they can only go all the way.
Not to mention.
During their many years of service, they have long been prepared to die. It is an honor to be able to die on such a battlefield.
Gradually.
Company commanders and veterans left one after another.
Delaining stamped his numb legs and moved to kneel down next to the old priest with difficulty.
He turned to look at the old priest, his voice trembling: "You...can you help me pray to the emperor, just say that loyal believers pray for his blessing..."
< br>The storm trooper felt that the priest's prayer was more effective.
If his heart is black, the great and benevolent Emperor may not pay attention to him.
……
Soon.
The atmosphere on the entire troop transport ship became increasingly tense.
The quartermaster led the troops to distribute weapons to the soldiers, imperial citizens, and slave workers. Even the old madman near the church was stuffed with a laser rifle.
The lower deck is infested with fleas, and there are dozens of people in a low-level cabin with only one toilet.
Those former citizens of the Empire who were pulled onto the ship in a daze, and now the new recruits are increasingly frightened.
They can only hold their laser rifles and pray for the emperor's blessing...
Inside the bridge.
The young commander sat in his seat, meditating quietly. An unbearable tense atmosphere had filled the ship.
suddenly.
The correspondent received a message from the fleet under the command of the great savior, the Primarch of Hope.
They warned of possible Tyranid risks nearby and said that a fleet would come to respond.
However.
Shortly after the communication ended.
This small troop transport fleet was completely covered by a huge shadow...
(End of this chapter)