Chapter 430 Black and Red, Schemes in the Shadows (XV) Blood and Moon

Tenderness is always a short moment, but war will only follow its pace.

In the third hour after the subspace wave was opened, Helm, who had already arranged the only team in his hand, finally followed the trade wind and heard the inhuman howling of the Fallen from the edge of the lava sea.

Under the high ground where the weapon base station is located, the black basalt formed by the solidification of lava occupied Helm's entire vision.

And at the end of this dark rock layer extending all the way to the horizon, there is already a crowd of people in the same black color, twisting like a thin black line.

A team of hundreds of thousands of Fallen appeared from three directions and occupied the entire surrounding vision in just over ten minutes.

These people are composed of the people who were first contaminated by Chaos. Most of them are civilians, and a few bureaucrats and businessmen are also among them.

More organized rebels and groups of demons are still wreaking havoc in the hive city, and according to the population of the three peak hive cities, this should be only a fraction of the vanguard.

There are a lot of people, more than you can imagine. Moreover, even this first wave of fallen civilians had already exceeded the amount of ammunition of the Astartes.

So the fleet waiting in orbit received the order from the flagship, and when the crowd occupied the entire plain, they used the macro cannons on their side decks to rain down destruction on the black plain with hundreds of shells.

The huge space battleships slowly turned their bodies and aimed their side weapon decks at the ground.

The moment the locomotive-sized shells left the muzzle, they pulled out a fine tail flame in the vacuum along with the kinetic energy of the barrel and flew towards the ground of Ballog.

After entering the atmosphere, the dark warhead was accelerated again by gravity, and then hammered heavily into the ground with a whistling sound.

The unlucky ones who were directly hit on the head were smashed into pieces without any struggle, and the red shock wave followed. In the process of spreading outward for nearly a hundred meters, nearly a thousand people along the way were squeezed, crushed, and evaporated in mid-air, and then the last debris was scattered on the ground...

Large pieces of circular air rings flashed in the crowd, exposing the black ground under their feet again, but the dead bodies were still not cold, and more latecomers crowded to fill it up again.

The "rain of fire" falling on the orbit continued, so the previous doomsday scene was repeated again...

This is a natural disaster, and this is also a war.

It is hard to say how the Space Wolves feel when they see these people they protect become what they are now, but they are obviously mentally prepared for this kind of scene, and the preparations are still carried out in an orderly manner, but there is a low-pressure aura on the entire position.

Reinforcements are also coming one after another. As the teams in other battlefields successfully evacuate, these people turn into stars and flashes from the end of the sky.

The airdrop pod with the wolf pack emblem rubbed violently in the atmosphere, and burned orange light with the local impurities in the air.

However, there were still too many people. This was not a task that a company without heavy weapons could undertake. Their characteristics had no room to be used without a deep defense mission.

There was no room for decapitation tactics, because all they could see were crazy degenerates;

There was no room to maneuver, because the weapon base station was here, and no matter how expensive and hard the knife was, it would wear and break under the impact of endless gravel.

In the face of such a large number of people, Helm's automatic weapon platform and minefield were more effective than bolt guns.

The dense ammunition chain of the former was enough to clear all living things in sight within a few seconds; and the latter's terrifying penetration ability became a weapon with excessive power before the real demons appeared.

So both Helm and the Wolves who came later gave up their bolt weapons. They took out a row of woodcutters from the defense army's warehouse, and then occupied the advantageous terrain to continue to fire at the surroundings.

The dense rain of bullets swept through the front of the crowd, and the bullets that were enough to shatter the torso penetrated several bodies before they stopped.

The latecomers were still moving forward in the large amount of dirty blood and broken limbs. They didn't even wait for the bodies in front to fall to the ground, and they rushed out again from the blood mist.

The bodies piled up quickly on the ground, and the huge amount of bones eventually turned into a short ramp. The crowded crowd then crossed them and used their bodies to rebuild the same ramp again on the open ground...

The gap between the two sides on the plain was quickly filled, and the bloodiest and most tragic hand-to-hand combat was about to come. The Wolves handed over the control of the weapon base station to the defense army stationed, and began to gather on the front line of the position.

The crowd finally reached the edge of this small highland, and then broke through the blockade of the automatic weapon platform under the watchful eyes of the wild wolves.

The death of a large number of lives in a short period of time also caused the already unstable space structure here to be penetrated by the subspace again, and more portals were created...

In front of the position on the highland, the sound of gunfire from the wild wolves continued, and at the end of a hidden path at the foot of the mountain, the new recruit Marsh stationed on the cliff had just finished his battle here.

In the pungent smoke, Marsh put down his weapon, frowned, picked up the heavy magazine from the ammunition box at his feet, and then replaced it with the empty one on the heavy bolter.

The location of this position is extremely secretive. It is an inconspicuous path under the high ground of the weapon base station. The wave of people just now did not hit him. Only a few people appeared here, but they were killed one by one by him.

But he did not feel relieved, because he saw some familiar figures among these people - the uniforms of the defense forces who had been on duty in this position.

This was not accidental, but the enemy's test of this secret intersection.

He immediately responded and shot the soldiers hidden in the crowd one by one. However, the enemy did not give up, but more figures rushed here.

And this was not the reason for his solemn expression. What really made him feel pressured were the figures hidden behind the crowd.

Those figures were of different shapes, but they were not human-like. Some of them had been shot and killed on the spot by Marsh's heavy bolter in the previous test, and some of them escaped from his firepower just now.

"Demon..."

Marsh recited the word he had just learned, matching it with the flashing red figure scanned on his helmet.

The automatic weapon platform was obviously not enough to deal with this kind of enemy, and the bolter in his hand seemed unable to completely kill them.

Incendiary bombs... The young Blood Claw looked behind him, and six red storage tanks were quietly lying in a small ammunition box. The red paint on the special alloy tank body meant their danger, and the big "Pm" mark under the yellow skull explained its material and purpose.

These six incendiary bombs were extremely powerful, and they were one of the few weapons in the hands of the Astra Militarum that could melt through ceramic steel armor.

But unfortunately, their number was too scarce. This was all the inventory in Marsh's hands. It was not that Helm did not want to give more, but that the entire weapon base station did not have more.

But according to the number just revealed by the enemy, they were still not enough...

The footsteps on the path under the cliff gave Marsh no time to think about it, and he once again devoted himself to shooting, and the following battle was as he expected:

The attacking crowd was no longer composed of civilians, but some organized Astra Militarum and those demons became the main force of the invading enemy.

The automatic weapon platforms were destroyed one by one under the shooting of the tanks driven by the Star Army, and the offensive launched by the bloody demons forced Marsh into a desperate situation.

One, two, three, four.

The incendiary bombs that could burn through even steel destroyed dozens of strange demons, and as these precious ammunition were consumed, Marsh began to prepare for retreat in his heart.

Another fierce offensive was repelled, and Marsh, who had emptied the ammunition box, finally knew that it was time for him to retreat.

He made a set of booby traps with the only two remaining incendiary bombs and left them on the position, and then after deeply gazing at the path under his feet, he retreated calmly.

200 meters, the first intersection. Marsh, who had just left the position, suddenly felt the ground under his feet tremble slightly, and a red flame rose behind him.

He smiled slightly at that direction, and then walked to the back of the passage along the secretly arranged mine line under his feet.

Another 200 meters, Marsh calculated his distance while running;

Turn right, Marsh looked up after crossing the trench, and then in his field of vision, an abandoned bunker without a roof, a detonator belonging to the Space Wolves was quietly placed on the ammunition box.

"That's it!" Marsh thought to himself.

However, the footsteps he just raised stopped in mid-air, and on his broad back covered with thick ceramic armor, the knotted muscles were faintly beating.

Someone, more than one, is behind him, and he is being followed...

"Damn it!" Marsh turned around slowly with a stiff neck.

And just ten meters behind him, the air surged like a liquid, and then a ferocious claw holding a red long sword appeared from the void...

Bang!

Among a pile of demon corpses, the scarred Marsh was half-kneeling on the ground, supporting his body with a chainsaw sword.

His broad chest under the broken breastplate was panting violently, and his wolf eyes, which had shrunk to the extreme, were staring at the remaining enemies in front of him.

An enemy who watched him slaughter all the demons without joining the battle;

A demon who could ignore physical attacks and made Marsh suffer a great loss at the first sight.

"Well done." The voice that was obviously not human was expressing its appreciation to Marsh with blasphemous words.

Under the crown of the twisted red horns, the narrow sheep head showed a human expression.

And the equally narrow beheading giant sword in its hand was following the demon's mind, and after a few sword flowers that were as light as nothing, it pointed steadily at Marsh's head.

Instinctively, Marsh instantly blocked the chainsaw sword behind his back, and the demon that disappeared in front of him just appeared behind him.

Taking advantage of the force of the slash on his back, Marsh strode forward and slashed back with all his strength.

However, the sudden pain in his waist and ribs and the enemy's rampant laughter made him realize that this was another trick played by the demon after crossing the shackles of space.

The power backpack's circuit had been cut in half, and the solidified sol in the wounds under the shoulder armor and chest armor had been used up. The armor on his body had become heavier after losing half of its energy supply. The detonator was just a few meters away from Marsh, but he seemed to never be able to touch it.

"Can you still fight? Mortal?" The demon laughed, and the wounds torn by the chainsaw sword on its body were healing visibly, and the hormones and drugs used for treatment in Marsh's power armor had run out.

No one has come yet? Marsh thought in the interval between battles.

He had confirmed that he could not complete the task a few minutes ago, and a request for help from the main position was also sent out.

But the irritable father Helm had no news at this time, and the position less than a kilometer away from him was also in a strange silence.

The communication channel that was full of war cries and roars just now was now silent except for the occasional gasp. The orbital communication filled with noise did not have any information about the appearance of reinforcements.

"What a pity..." The demon's voice sounded again from behind Marsh, and this time he had no strength to dodge.

He calmly took out the remaining tobacco in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes in the sound of the giant sword breaking the wind in his ears...

Buzz!

The violent air explosion interrupted the beheading, and Marsh, who was blown away by the shock wave, barely raised his head.

A silver portal was opening in front of him, and the demon, who had been hiding his figure throughout the battle just now, was squatting on a scrapped logging gun, carefully observing the figure emerging from the portal.

"Gray Knight..." As a being with psychic power, the demon recognized and knew the existence of the other party the moment he saw the soul projection of the person in front of him.

"Gray Knight?" Marsh leaned against the wall of the trench, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, and muttered this unfamiliar name.

It was this figure that made the demon in front of him show his original form from the shadows, and it was also this figure that gave the wild wolf, who was originally ready to die in battle, new hope again.

Boom!

The silver-gray figure instantly exerted force, waving the halberd in his hand and rushing towards the demon, while the red demon who had just mastered supernatural power retreated in embarrassment.

"In the name of the Emperor!" The pure, steel-colored figure roared loudly;

"In the name of the Titan!" The azure halberd blade was like an ocean, clenched tightly in the hands covered with steel, and slashed towards the demon.

Puff!

Without too much confrontation, the demon who was invincible in front of Marsh just now was beheaded by this existence called the Grey Knight.

And its fallen body was burning violently in a white-hot flame just like its head.

Similar situations appeared on the land of Ballog, and the Unremitting Crusade, which guided these Grey Knights to descend accurately, was like a silver moon hanging high above the starry sky.

"Legion will!" Calvin, who had returned to the warship at some point, closed his eyes and knelt on one knee with the Imperial Truth in his hand.

On more than a dozen battlefields in Balelog, hundreds of Grey Knights who had just finished slaying demons followed suit.

From the perspective of psychic energy, there was a huge silver halo spreading out to the surrounding starry sky with the Primarch as the center.

From the perspective of looking down at the entire Balelog from the starry sky, there were countless similar silver light spots shining on the bloody land...

Update, I'm stuck, I'll make up for yesterday's. I'll post it first and then modify it, please forgive me for any typos.