As dust settled on the Chimera, the servitors in the cabs of the loyal Imperial machinery frantically warned the pilots of the enemy's numbers, but they were everywhere.
The Chimera went up and down, "surfing" in the rough waves of the green ocean. Even though the firepower of the dark technological age was powerful and terrifying, it seemed a bit powerless in the face of so many green skins.
They are not alien refugees or hive civilians. Even the firearms of the Dark Age of Technology are difficult to penetrate multiple greenskins at once. In Alan Bair's previous life, only one heavy explosive bomb could crush several greenskins. An uprising of tens of thousands.
The waaaagh stance provides unexpected protection to this group of monsters. When the greenskins gather together, their strength, endurance, and even physical defense capabilities will increase. This is also the most terrifying thing about the greenskins.
What's more, in this group of waaaaghs, in addition to ordinary greenskins, there are also a large number of bosses and mechanical cans. For example, in front of the Chimera armored vehicle are the loyal Blood Angels who use sharp chain saws to cut through the filthy flesh, and behind them are the Astra Militarum. With the continuous fire counterattack, Chimera and the fourth platoon may have been killed in the blind spot of the war.
Not everyone in the fourth row can get on the bus. The Chimera can only hold about 30 people, and a large number of them carry weapons and are distributing them to other Astra Militarum compatriots. In the Chimera's communicator, the voice of the staff officer is vague. Appear.
"Ensign, Ensign, what are you doing?"
Alan Beyer replied. "I feel good, sir. I'm taking care of the enemies of the Empire."
The staff officer returned. "What's great, let me ask you, where did you get the weapons?"
Lieutenant Alan Bayer answered. “They’ve always been beneath your feet, it’s just that many things and the world have kept them from shining.”
The staff officer asked again. "And that Brother Astartes?"
"Sorry, I don't have time to explain. We'll talk about it when it's over."
Alan Bayer looked at the fear cans charging in the distance, took out his relic pistol and fired fiercely. The laser light and the sound of overloading the energy magazine roared. It was difficult to understand how ancient technology could achieve the effects of plasma or melt. Sitting inside a pistol, but this one has the effect of a multi-purpose projectile.
It is not only a terrifying weapon that can fire special ammunition, but also a multi-functional weapon that can be connected to various energy sources. It only needs to be attached to the handle of the gun with various sources of power from the empire. It has everything from electricity to promethium, and can even Use the battery of the beam gun.
Now, it is the hot melt mode, and the sizzling sound is the sound of water molecules in the humid air being evaporated. Of course, in addition to water, the evaporated things are also the cockpit of the orc mecha.
The golden molten iron fell to the ground and splashed on the heads of the other greenskins under the can. Those guys didn't realize it and just touched their heads. Their skulls and fingers were burned until only bones were left, but they still remained. charge.
For greenskins, death is not scary, only not being able to waaaaagh is scary.
But those things were quickly killed by the furious angel in an instant. With superb skills, explosive bombs, chain swords and the will to fight bloody battles, the orc infantry, even the orc being called the boss, would still not be his match. enemy.
The power of the Son of Sanguinius is impressive, and even many greenskins can't help but want that shrimp to be their boss when they look so crazy.
If you can look down from the top, you will see that in the huge green-skinned tide, there is a sharp blade with a scarlet tip and a blade that spurts flames, cutting through the endless attacks of the orcs.
Could they be hope?
Not necessarily, because the truly terrifying thing did not appear. In the sewers, underground of the hive, and in the pitiful gaps, under the influence of the huge waaaaahhg, the communicator completely failed, and Lieutenant Colonel Avada called again and again.
"There are super large, Titan-level orc mechas! There are Titan-level orc mechas!"
But there was only suffocating silence and the sound of electricity behind the communicator... When Avada raised her head and saw a huge monster like a mountain range in the distance through the gap, there was nowhere to vent the pain in her heart.
"Everyone moves forward along the pipeline. We cannot notify our comrades immediately, but I hope you can all sacrifice yourselves for the empire."
Lieutenant Colonel Catachan said something similar to that of a staff officer, but loyal people actually do not need the "cultivation" of Zhongsi Academy to spontaneously embark on the path of a saint.
Regardless of the so-called faith or humanity, the soul that shines in the dark universe will not fade even if it falls into the subspace. When the empire can only embrace the universe with madness, all the light will be even more dazzling.
No one chooses to retreat, they move closer to the enemy's route, even if such a choice will cost them their lives, their only thing, but if the world falls, what is the use of their lives?
As the soldiers underground advanced, the staff officer who hung up the phone looked at those damn orcs. He had stopped and killed these things in various worlds, and now they came back again and again, destroying all the good things. .
The staff officer's hatred for the aliens has long been buried in his bones. There is no doubt that he needs an outlet. Rather than being bombed by greenskins in the fortress, he hopes that he can improve the war situation. Nowadays, the Astartes monks and the dark technology era weapons are in hand.
He saw an opportunity.
"All members of the 3rd Skadi Infantry Regiment obey the order. The Emperor is above, and the heretics are trampling on the territory of the Empire. We cannot shrink here and be beaten. I have given the order in the name of the highest battlefield staff officer, all members, bayonets!"
"As long as those who can still fight, follow the Ensign's Chimera and open the battle line for him. We will use a scalpel to tear open the green skin wound created by the Ensign and the Brother Astartes, and then control it, like bacteria Like moths, the wounds will fester and become inflamed until those greenskins are completely dead!"
After the staff officer finished speaking, he turned off the radio, listened to its beeping sound, put on his shirt, picked up his chain sword, and spoke to the officers and soldiers in other command rooms. "Okay, I know you don't like to sit here and give orders. Follow me to kill the greenskins!"
Non-commissioned officers, the lieutenants loaded their guns, bombs, and ammunition early, and the more than 10,000 soldiers of the Astra Militarum also loaded their bayonets. They did not care about being compared to bacteria and moths. If they became bacteria, they would You can take away the huge green-skinned alien dynasty, and they are willing to become irrational borers for generations.
Of course, some people will still comment that this operation is very stupid. It gave up its firepower and defensive advantages in favor of charging, but actual experienced imperial commanders will feel that this judgment is accurate.
As long as the boss doesn't die, the greenskins will only have a steady stream. Because of the huge waaaaagh, they will start to sneak in from the forests, fields, and even space orbits, in a steady stream, in an endless stream, and ten thousand people want to defend it? wishful thinking!
And no matter how many people are lost in this operation, if it can be exchanged for a beheading of the green skin, it can still nip the true terror of the green skin in the cradle.
As the unforgettable smell of promethium wafted over the battlefield, the greenskins suddenly realized that several chimeras were shooting towards them with tongues of fire.
There are also a large number of human shrimps armed with weapons, and they are expecting this!
Engine roar, death, blood, bayonets and beams, the staff officer's chainsword made a terrible sound churning flesh. As long as he could still pull the trigger, he could kill a few more greenskins.
The staff officer yelled as he blasted the head off an Ork with a Masterwork Bolt Pistol. "Officer class, don't let that Chimera fight alone, grab the melta bomb and perish together with those orc engines!"
Just like what Staff Kane said, a truly good staff officer does not rely on firearms to drive his companions. Now he has done it. In order to seize the chance of victory and dissipate their anger towards the aliens, the officers are unstoppably attacking the greenskins. .
It can be said that the advantages caused by Alan Bair and Brother Astartes are not one-tenth as much as this crazy death charge, but this is the flame that bursts out of the last lives of ten thousand people, and it is enough to burn everything.
The loyal blood of the Empire dyed the ground red. Looking down from the sky, the green waves were not only torn apart, but also blocked. And those who did all this were not heroes, nor Astartes, but soldiers, just soldiers. Anger is just faith, just steel, just mortal.
One-Eye was extremely pleasantly surprised. He saw everything in the huge telescope equipment of the tall Mao Ge mecha. At this moment, he felt that his head was cut open and he entered a disgusting machine accompanied by engine oil. This was the purpose.
His huge body moved, dong dong dong, every step was like an earthquake, powerful gunfire burst out, not caring about the soldiers of the third regiment or his own boy, and the reason why people had not discovered him before was just because of him The distance is too far.
Now that the huge mecha has reached the core of the battlefield, no matter the staff, soldiers, heroes or green-skinned boys can't help but raise their heads.
The huge junk Titan armor composed of yellow and red staggered is equipped with a waaaahg stance, and the light green shield resists countless bullets, bombs, and even Dark Age technology.
He poked his head out from behind the huge hive city house. The strange painting made people feel that the machine was "laughing". The rumbling body seemed to be disintegrated anytime and anywhere. A large number of parts fell off with every step, but there was no One would suspect that such a monster would collapse on its own.
The Astra Militarum cannot use any means to cause its effective output, but the huge firepower of the mecha can wipe out the city in a few minutes. One-Eye has been very restrained because his boys are enjoying the battle, but it has to be said that he The bombing caused twice as many greenskin losses as the Astra Militarum.
The morale of such a war monster on the battlefield was shattered. The soldiers began not to believe that they could win, nor did they feel that the power of the God Emperor could defeat such a thing in the distant extreme star field.
The soldiers began to fight and retreat. All the advantages they had gained before were gone. It was a great act of courage and will not to flee in front of artillery fire and giant monsters. To be honest, there was no need to ask for more from the emperor's warriors. .
But except for one team, no, two teams to be precise, the soldiers of the fourth platoon, and the Catachans of Lieutenant Colonel Avada.
But none of them has an angel who is faster and more fierce. He is the Astartes, he is the Blood Angel, at this moment he is Sanguinius, at this moment he is the Angel of the Emperor!
Under the black rage, his eyes only saw the terrifying demons, chaotic traitors, and burning Terra. He used his chain sword and fists simultaneously to smash those messy things to pieces.
At this moment, Horus appeared in his eyes, but he was huge, ridiculously big, and abnormally big, like a mountain house, which was difficult to understand, but he still roared.
"traitor!"
Like a crazy thing, drool is flowing from his mouth, but his furious state is not disgusting, but a sign of his loyalty.
It is hard to imagine that a Space Marine sergeant who can plan for a hundred or even a thousand years will not be able to escape such a terrible black rage. His former wisdom has disappeared, leaving only murderous intent and loyalty.
He was still a sharp blade, stepping on the demon's chest with his feet, breaking the flesh and blood. The chain sword seemed to turn into a power sword, the angel's power sword, emitting golden light. He disheveled his hair and charged towards the terrifying Horus.
He saw a particularly large demon that hindered him. It didn't matter who it was. The bright red skin and exposed fangs of that disgusting thing made him sick. The Holy Blood Angel used the fastest speed to hit the demon's body. On the chest, the shoulder armor pressed against its huge pincers, and then the power sword buzzed and roared, cutting off the demon's huge arm. The demon wailed in pain, but it did not fall.
"Go to hell!" At this moment, the sergeant saw demons, traitors, and aliens, all three of which were blurred and mixed into a constantly stirring drink. His only desire was to kill.
Because of the wide opening and closing movements, the demon's remaining arm penetrated his chest, and the demon's fingers sprayed poisonous thorns, shattering his sacred armor. This demon is not very powerful, but "Sanguinius" is tired, but Angels would not die to anyone other than Horus, because he only wanted to reverse the fate that was destined in his mind.
To prevent the death of his own primarch...
Ignoring his own pain, he cut open the demon's flesh with huge power, dragged the wound that had penetrated his body, and charged towards the huge "Horus".
In the real world, or in reality, Tie Chi looked at his body that was chopped in half in disbelief. His mind was gradually unable to think about why the power of that shrimp was so huge and terrifying, but he had a great time fighting...
He watched as the human armored vehicles gradually approached, revealing a familiar face on them. It was the shrimp commander who planted the bomb. Wasn't he dead too?
Iron Teeth couldn't think carefully because his brain was cut in half. He only heard one sentence.
"Huh? Isn't this the orc boss? To avenge Kailan, burn him! Yuansu weapon holders, all members switch to burning mode and shoot!"
Next, his blurry eyes saw the star-like scorching light embracing him, and the huge Goge in the void looking after him. He died and left forever. He had no regrets, this was what he expected.
The chimera crushed the burning corpse, and Alan Bair felt a little complicated. He said goodbye to an "old friend" again, but he smelled really bad when burned.
