That was a demon, definitely a demon. The Lord of Change smiled evilly, as if everything had turned into a derivative of the twisted things in the dark void bombarded by the Imperial Guard.
"Devils" are things that do not belong to the future era, but human imagination has never left the main theme brought by them. It may be man-made things that appear like this at this moment.
What best represents the machine is the Demon of Steel, a twisted combination of fantasy and technology, and also change itself. Whether it is the war of opposites or the transformation of this eternal forging world, or the madness of the Governor of the Mechanicus, for the ever-changing It's all great fun for the Lord.
But not everyone among mortals can guess the thoughts of the gods, but Alan Bair guessed the wishes of the Chaos Gods the moment he saw the demon.
They need someone to tear apart the Imperial Guard's defenses and make this forge world a stepping stone and supply point, so it will take a mad betrayal to accomplish this, and the unstable warp rift will become the core of the Red Corsair's replacement.
Alan Bair looked at the cloudless sky streaking across the Imperial Guard's artillery fire, the bombardment of cannons and light spears, and the light of the giant Titan's void shield flashing in the distance. Another war had begun, and they would not be given a break. Shooting, every moment, every minute, starts now and won't stop.
Those gunfires, lights, and flashes echoed in his mind. Tiredness, weirdness, fear, complicated emotions, and distorted consciousness and five senses were persecuting him.
Until a cry brings the tired man back. "Sir, sir, Lieutenant Colonel?!"
"Boss? Boss, are you still there? Boss!"
Alan Bayer looked at his slightly blurry palms, feeling tired, fighting fatigue, a common psychological disease on the battlefield. He was also a mortal, couldn't he finally bear it? If honor and survival can't drag this body forward, what else can he have? Otherwise, stop here and take a rest...
The Emperor will forgive him, and so will the Empire. At least he is loyal, and there are so many heroes who have followed him. No one will care if he rests like this. The powers of the Chaos Gods and the Supreme Sky are too powerful, and he is just a mortal...
Until the metal spikes sent by the devil suddenly grazed his cheek and dented the ground. He subconsciously drew his gun and smashed the protruding spikes.
What mental illness? What war fatigue? He just needs to survive, hydrate, and kill.
"Good guy, you really dare to do it..." Alan Bayer's eyes became clear again, and the desire to live filled his body. He was not fighting to die until now!
Breaking the thick tentacles that penetrated into the ground, the metal tentacles turned into magma.
"Prepare the truck, call the servitors to the battlefield, and we will approach the enemy in three lines. That disgusting monster..."
"Staff officer, you and I will command the privates and second lieutenants of Skadi 1-3 Company on the right line to command Skadi 4-12 Company, and the left side will be handed over to the mechanical legion composed of Letlings and Sages. The servitors may not Use your vehicle to move quickly, I ask you to be the first to draw fire."
On the left is the main road of the hive. The troops there must be the most conspicuous. Coupled with the powerful firepower of the servitors, they will definitely attract most of the attention.
The Mechanical Sages have no complaints about this arrangement. For them, they are guilty of meritorious deeds. Losing a few machine servants can exchange for a stable life in their later years, which is obviously a profit.
If you want to survive and be recognized by the empire, you need to sacrifice and pay. The price is such a thing. They are willing to pay it, and they are also willing that the Imperial Guard can also reduce losses.
Although Alan Bair did not like the Mechanicus, they were a good alliance. Perhaps the Emperor understood this and allowed this huge alliance to settle in the core of the Empire.
It is difficult for mortals to understand his wisdom, and they can only admire his great achievements. Even if he can see the emperor's life from an almost God's perspective, Alan Bair still cannot see through him, not to mention that those records are influenced by commercial attributes, and are also influenced by commercial attributes. Subspace is filthy and has been translated. How much of it is true and how much is false?
Even the world he once lived in could not recognize the Emperor's sins or merits. He only needed to recognize the boundless merits of this shining golden man, and then firmly wield his sword and shoot at the enemies of mankind until the end of the galaxy. .
The truck fuel erupts with smoke and disgusting smells. You can't expect the biodiesel here to be very good. Even the ancient engines that can't use things like promethium only provide enough power to carry people forward.
In the hellish scenery mixed with the scorching wind and the ruins of the buildings as they advanced, the huge body of the demon with combat power comparable to a battleship was even more distant.
Perhaps because his iron scales were oxidized in the air, faint rust stains appeared on his body, creating purple-brown rosette patterns.
Beautiful things are poisonous or deadly. Compared with the Skadi people, the huge army of servitors is obviously more conspicuous. Although I don’t know why this demon did not continue to use the damn electromagnetic obstruction, I can still feel its powerful force. Pressure.
Because one of the servitors and the Skadis has no morale, and the other is victorious in every battle, their legions are very loose. For the regular army, being loose is a negative effect, but skirmishers are a major issue in modern warfare. How to prevent soldiers from fleeing under such circumstances.
The Skadi use blood, death, responsibility and victory to involve their compatriots, even if there is a physical distance, they can not spread apart. The Mechanicus drives a huge army of puppets whose feet are tracked. The shots fired by the mechanical servants were scattered like fireworks.
Gorgeous, splendid death fireworks, colorful uranium, electromagnetic, explosive bombs, heat rays, continuous raindrops falling on the shield composed of psychic energy.
"The shield has not been penetrated, Sage, please request support from the heavy fire team."
replied the mechanical sage. "Be prepared to attack the enemy with the artillery fire of the Imperial Guard. All preparations." He lowered his head and calculated those things.
"1, 2...huh?!" When the sage was preparing for the second volley, a large number of spikes flew over. Those things were the proliferation of the demon's body. They only needed to be flicked lightly to fly out. Others The power and accuracy are not inferior to professional artillery fire. After hitting the target, it will spread out crazily and pierce more things.
"Dodge!" "Emergency dodge..."
Rumbling, smoke, bombing, dead and broken parts, the spikes fell, and then the dragon's body was still connected to the thing. Only a low dragon roar was heard, and the monster spikes hundreds of meters long began to sweep across, like a wall. .
"Monsters, simply..." the sage cursed, but it was already too late. With just one sweep, one-twelfth of the one hundred thousand Mechanicus skitarii were lost, and thousands of the empire's elites were completely dissipated.
Alan Bayer didn't feel bad, he could only see the damage caused by that thing on his troops, and the servitors were worthless in comparison.
"The flank attraction operation was successful. Sure enough, the huge body has a large blind spot." He commented on the plan, but to be honest, he didn't know how to break through the monster's psychic shield and thick armor.
The melta bombs are almost used. Even the melta guns often used by the Imperial Guard cannot cause enough damage to it, and the heavy engines are even less likely to get close without attracting attention.
"There's still a distance..." Alan Beyer looked at it with a rangefinder. "About five hundred meters, which means about three minutes, it's passable..."
While thinking, fierce spikes streaked across the sky and penetrated into the core of the right-side troops. Alan Bayer felt a chill in his heart, and he immediately turned on the radio. "Second Lieutenant?! Second Lieutenant?! How is the situation?"
The lieutenant coughed in reply. "There was no serious damage, but two trucks were damaged. The hot melt immediately burned the spikes. Is this thing made of adamantine?! It feels like it could even penetrate my knight!"
Private said. "With this intensity of attack, we can only adopt roundabout operations, otherwise the losses will be too great."
Alan Bair could only order. "The artillery team attacks the enemy's position and blocks the line of sight. We move forward at full speed, with full throttle!"
The roaring flames hit the psychic shield on the opponent's face. In just half a day of actual combat, the Skadi people had already mastered how to bombard, and one can imagine their fighting talent.
But this guy's powerful shield actually withstood four regiment-level firepower for so long, and paralyzed the Empire's Moon-class cruiser. How does this kind of psychic power compare to the Red Devil Magnus?
Maybe body size is helpful for storing spiritual energy. Large beings must be able to store power more easily. Alan Bayer could only turn on the communicator worriedly. "This is the Imperial Guard, Skadi's only regiment, calling the Bordero. How are you guys doing?"
The captain looked at the panel that was starting to go out of control and laughed with interest. "We are fine here, but if we are sucked for a few more minutes, we may fall."
"The enemy can use the tentacles to absorb metal and energy. Our warship seems to have become an energy source for the opponent."
Alan Bayer realized it immediately. "Is this why he doesn't use psychic pulse? He needs a starting engine to provide source power..."
"What does this damn thing think of an imperial battleship? A buffet?!"
The captain sighed. "So what? The more violent you bomb, the more energy and metal we will lose. The current energy reserve is 20% for emergency navigation..."
Alan Bayer said. "Can you fire the light spear?"
The captain said uncertainly. "It should be possible, but so what if the spear shines brightly? It will never be killed."
Alan Bair took out the badge returned from Catachan on his chest. "No, I have a way to open the door. Just listen to my order and just shoot. Concentrate all the energy on the light spear and overload all the power. Don't think about tomorrow's all-out gathering. Turn on the radiator, and I It will bring victory.”
Sweat fell from the captain's forehead. "All? 20% is also a battleship, 20% of a three-kilometer steel giant! Are you sure? If this shot is not accurate and cannot kill the enemy, we will not even be able to leave this world. If we leave the energy behind We can also rely on protruding ships to leave the atmosphere.”
"Once launched, there is no way out."
Alan Bayer said. "Captain, I understand who you are. You will not abandon your battleship, and I will not betray my soldiers. We are the same kind of guys, arrogant, stupid, loyal and arrogant. I don't believe that heretic can dominate. Doing good deeds, let alone believing that loyalty is wrong.”
"Since you won't escape Bordero and I won't leave Skadi, don't think about the damn assault ship!"
"The biggest retreat is when there is no retreat. Move forward. Today's human beings can only move forward! Do you want to place your hope on the damn extermination order to prove that the empire is victorious?!"
The captain held the rudder in his hand. "Extermination order, extermination order... Hahaha... How dare you say it, the whole team obeys the order! Gather energy from the No. 1 light spear!"
"Let's give the heretics a surprise!"
The veterans on the Bordeaux had been beaten before. As the Imperial Navy, they were also full of martial virtue. At this moment, they had endured enough. They immediately began to operate and gather energy.
The guys you can eat on the same plate have absolutely similar personalities. Bordero and Skadi, two completely unrelated things, are very similar. They are both madmen and perverts, and they can give up for their own beliefs. Anything can be sacrificed for humanity to gain a glimmer of hope in the universe.
"Ready Energy Complete."
"Gathering completed."
"Focus completed."
"Lock, aim."
shouted the first mate. "Ready to shoot!"
said the captain. "When's the shooting?!"
Alan Beyer took out his badge, pinned it on the head of his only remaining hydrogen bomb, and chanted. "The Emperor's blessing, you little thing must be strong, sacrifice it for your master!"
Press your own button, the stench fills the air, then aim and launch.
"Shoot the enemy and aim for me! After the hydrogen bomb fire, there is the last chance." He couldn't help but feel crazy. If the badge could not withstand the power of the hydrogen bomb, if the effect of the untouchable could not break the psychic shield, if the Emperor Without protecting him, if...Boldero misses...
"Hahaha!" He laughed, it was so crazy, but this feeling was indeed the most comfortable vacation for him.
"Come on, get ready, shoot!" On the roof of the truck, Alan Bayer knelt down on one knee, and fired the relic gun with smoke. The hydrogen bomb and torpedo with the badge on the front part sank into the psychic shield, and The demon only saw a flash of light from the corner of his eyes, and his body was in severe pain.
No matter what era it is, there is nothing that a hydrogen bomb cannot solve. If there is...
"Fire!" Then add a luminous spear to shoot!
The giant pillars and lights reaching the sky were fired from the near-earth pipes, and the fury of the Imperial battleship engines was enough to level out any enemies of the Empire, but soon, the spiritual light flashed!
"Damn! Did you fail?!" the captain cursed.
But Alan Beyer just said. "Let the hydrogen bomb explode for a while."
The light reaching the sky shoots from the universe to the ground, like the giant in Greek mythology who carries the heaven and the earth on his back. It is difficult to imagine that human beings can perform such a miracle in the distant 40th millennium, and the efforts of tens of thousands and hundreds of millions of people, At this moment, with the help of technology from the Dark Ages, spanning 20,000 years, focus.
Penetrating...the devil's scales!
(End of chapter)
