As a veteran of the Salamanders, Gonzalo had fought against the Chaos Heretics many times before entering the Death Watch, and he did not lack relevant combat experience.
The only difference is that the enemy is not a simple Chaos warband, but a group of twisted and cruel perverted murderers and sadists who split from the former Eighth Legion. What is even more terrifying is that they are led by a demon prince.
But blood revenge must be repaid. Vasco Gor's evil act of killing an entire Watch Fortress is absolutely intolerable. Even if they have to pay a heavy price, they must annihilate him!
To this end, Gonzalo formulated a rigorous plan. The previously failed ambush was just an illusion because they had figured out the demon's pattern of action.
The seventeen worlds he attacked were all agricultural worlds or hive cities with strong food production and processing capabilities. It was obvious that the purpose of this was to disrupt the rear of the expeditionary force and create food shortages or even famine. After all, the food in the Maelstrom was only basic food. Self-sufficiency, but the balance line is very fragile. Even if the total production is reduced by just 2%, many people may starve to death. As for importing from outside, it will take some time.
During the period when Vasco Gore launched his attack, the benchmark price of grain trade in the Maelstrom region had doubled. If Soshyan had not taken some coercive measures beforehand, it would have been far more than that.
Whether it was for an expedition or a blood feud, Gonzalo was determined to kill this beast.
"If one person has to bear all this blood, let me do it."
Gonzaro glanced at the team members, already expressing his attitude, and then looked at the sky. He could already taste the violence that was filling the air.
In the dark sky, the roar of predators is rumbling.
But after the sound, nothing fell, but the cities on the planet were in chaos. Farmers huddled in their homes and manors, or gathered in churches with torches, while the cities were blaring sirens, and the streets were empty except for panicked guards. Holding crude weapons behind makeshift roadblocks and barricades.
It seemed like everything just now was just a test.
"Those cunning bastards must be speculating about an ambush."
Duntaye spat on the ground, growling impatiently from his throat.
"And we are using the people of the empire as bait."
He glanced at Gonzalo, the salamander, and found that he was motionless. Obviously, this person came to the Death Watch not entirely because of responsibility, but there was also something that didn't fit well with his war group.
Within a few minutes, a more piercing whistling sound suddenly came from the sky, and several flash points appeared at the same time.
Duntaye's eyes widened, his light gray pupils shrinking rapidly.
"coming!"
Gonzalo also issued instructions to the distance at this time.
"Wait until the opponent drops to an altitude of 2,000 meters before shooting."
Several Hydra anti-aircraft guns slowly drove out from the hidden corner of Happy City, the capital of Khasatus. Then the anti-aircraft guns were pointed at the sky. The machine spirit began to calculate the shooting parameters, and the missiles on both sides of the anti-aircraft vehicles were also pointed diagonally towards the sky.
For this ambush, they borrowed professional anti-aircraft weapons from the Astra Militarum.
Five minutes later, when the first drop pod came into firing range, the Hydra anti-aircraft gun let out its unique hissing roar.
Dense lines of fire sprinkled into the sky. After calculation, they accurately covered the trajectory of the airdrop pod with firepower. At the same time, plasma missiles were launched one after another.
Three seconds after the first drop pod exploded in the air, the second one also exploded into pieces in the air, followed by the third one.
"This is too simple."
Duntaye looked at the small fireballs falling from the sky with some confusion.
"That's it for them?"
The next second, a huge fireball rose in the city, and a Hydra anti-aircraft gun was reduced to rubble by a low-flying Thunderhawk.
"No! They discovered it! Those airdrop pods are bait! There's no one inside at all!"
In fact, he was also surprised that the Thunder Eagle entered the planet Gonzaro so quietly. Then he realized that they might have been exposed long ago. Now all the Hydra anti-aircraft guns were quickly destroyed by the Thunder Eagle due to their exposed positions, leaving only one. He broke open the wall of a nearby house and hid in it to avoid being destroyed.
At the same time, as the city burned, the real disaster star began to fall in the midnight sky.
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A violent shudder shook the assault cabin, and Alvarez realized that they had entered the atmosphere. Then all the raptors untied their restraints on their own. Their highly mutated bodies no longer needed such assistance.
They crouched or climbed on the bulkhead like a group of beasts, like twisted statues in the darkness, waiting silently for nightfall.
Suddenly, a clanging sound of metal clashing echoed through the assault cabin, and the hatch swung open.
In an instant, the dark cabin became the center of the storm. Strong winds of more than ten levels might blow over ordinary people, but to the raptors, it was just a breeze.
They began to rush towards the hatch, and the jetpacks that had been integrated with the armor and body began to roar, crawling on the ground and running quickly with their clawed front and rear limbs, as if they were birds with four limbs.
"roll!"
With a slurring sound, Kessler roughly pushed an arrogant brother aside and seized the spearhead, because the first jump was his right!
But before jumping off, he circled strangely around Alvarez, huge bony claws popping out of his gloves, then turned and jumped down with a strange laugh, his backpack immediately He let out a roar more terrifying than his laughter.
Alvarez was very surprised and then heard many guttural growls, something was wrong...
Suddenly, he realized that his brothers were looking at him expectantly, their claws scraping, heads cocked to the side, scarlet eyepieces flashing with dangerous desire.
Did they think he was afraid of jumping?
It stands to reason that he is not a raptor, and there is no need to play such tricks. He can just follow the assault boat to land.
But the current atmosphere made him feel dangerous. The raptors regarded him as an alien. If they let them smell his weakness, he would be the first prey to be torn apart.
Alvarez immediately broke away from the belt and rushed forward, following Kessler's footsteps and throwing himself into the storm.
He knew very well that in this warband, once he was considered a weakling, death would follow, and eliminating the weak was the unified "culture" of almost all the Night Lords warbands.
Soon, Alvarez was caught in the vortex of the wind, and then he spread his arms and let out a howl.
In embracing the fierce wind, he tasted the only peace he had ever known.
Now there is no rancid witchcraft, no mutated brothers, only himself——
At this time, some strange thoughts came to his mind.
If he cannot change, can he try to escape and find his true goal, a group of like-minded brothers who follow the teachings of the original body?
Although he knew it was a delusion and that the claws in the shadows would not allow any betrayal to happen, once the thought arose, it took root in his mind like a vine.
"well"
With a small sigh, realizing he had descended low enough, Alvarez reluctantly ignited his jetpack, ending his brief moment of peace.
With the roar of the jetpack, Alvarez closed his arms and dived down like a knife, heading straight towards the burning city. According to the plan, he would take over and destroy the city's energy system, and then true darkness would envelope these weaklings. of imperial people.
And his mutant brothers will hunt the real prey——
Those self-righteous Death Watch.
(End of chapter)
