Chapter 98: Thousands of People Point Fingers at You

It's 2:40 a.m., or a quarter of an hour Imperial time. Irina Valley, Outpost No. 55, a former Imperial Guard and current Chaos rebel camp.

"Wake up, Edmund. It's your squad's turn to duty!"

"Wake up, I'm telling you to wake up!"

boom!

Sergeant Ehorn, who cried out for defeat, violently made close contact with his big feet and the other's face exposed outside the sleeping bag.

"Hiss! You are sick, aren't you..." The other party finally woke up from the hangover from the previous night under Ehorn's "forceful call for service".

"The leader calls you, it's your team's turn to be on duty."

Seeing that the other party had regained consciousness, Sergeant Ehorn left these words, turned around and walked out of the dilapidated marching tent with the laser gun in his hand.

"You've already left the empire, and you're still on duty. You're on duty! How many years have the political commissar been dead? Who do you show it to? It's time for you to wake up! The boss of the military command department can't control us anymore!"

Edmund shouted at the other person's leaving figure, but Sergeant Ehorn seemed not to hear him and left without looking back.

Complaints were complaints, but Edmund, who had sobered up, still endured the hangover headache and woke up everyone around him one by one.

In fifteen minutes, Edmund and his six men will put on their equipment and crawl out of their tent.

Just after they left their tents, the soldiers who were supposed to be waiting for their shift at the outpost couldn't wait to walk into the tent, unfold their sleeping bags, and then get in to enjoy their rest time.

Yes, this outpost is the former 9th Oman Regiment of the Imperial Guard planned to be stationed here by the Military Command, and is now the 9th Company of the Arena Hyena Regiment.

The Chapter Astartes they originally followed to be loyal to had already abandoned everything here after the failure of the first defensive war in trying to station here.

A considerable part of the "intangible heritage" that was abandoned included the 9th Omani Guards Regiment of the Imperial Guard, which was shattered and almost wiped out in the fierce front-line battle to resist the charge of the Chaos warband.

Please note here that it is a close guard, not a royal guard.

The latter means that they are directly within the scope of the mortal auxiliary army establishment of the glorious and great Sun Star Domain. From weapons to equipment, from personnel allocation to armor configuration, they are directly supplied by the Imperial Military Command Headquarters.

The Guardsmen are as wealthy as they want, and have been a symbol of loyalty and combat effectiveness since ancient times.

The former is simply poor.

We need guns but not guns, we need cannons but not cannons, we need armored vehicles but not equipped vehicles; the ceiling of heavy firepower for the entire regiment is a few heavy logging guns that have been out of use for who knows how long, and they have to save their bullets.

Therefore, the tactical positioning of the entire regiment is just to defend the area, or close guard for short.

There is no way, this army has never been rich since its establishment.

Not to mention them, even their theoretical master, the sub-group that was not even recognized by the mother group of the Ultramarines, was a poor man himself, let alone a group of unlucky guys like them who were recruited and formed on the spot.

The current remnants of the 9th Omani Guards Regiment, oh no, it is the 9th Company of the Arena Hyena Regiment that received a new designation after the surrender. It should have 76 people, but the actual number is 75. (Even the cook, Old Hunter, was the first I just had a cerebral hemorrhage and died because I drank too much industrial alcohol.)

The reason why so many people survived on the Chaos battlefield is because their resistance, although fierce in their own eyes, was truly scratchy in the eyes of the Chaos Space Marines who were crushing them head-on. All are indebted.

The Chaos warbands who were busy looting the arsenals of the Imperial Chapters Astartes stationed here had no time or bother to slaughter them all.

The remaining remnants of this waste group are still ignored no matter where they are, and the same is true on Chaos.

In other words, Chaos, which does not have a stable base to produce necessary supplies and relies on robbing the entire army for food and drink, actually has higher requirements for vassals.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Chaos Lords of the Skull Reavers, this kind of thing, which has no use other than to collect head KPIs during festivals, is only worthy of guarding this kind of garbage outpost that does not even have a fixed water source.

The remaining six companies occupied some traffic arteries and oases in the desert as checkpoints.

Yes, you read that right, the Skulltaker warband has a total of 8 companies of auxiliary troops stationed on this planet.

The reason why the 9th Company is called the 9th Company is simply because the Skull Snatchers were worried that giving them the 8th Company with the number eight, the sacred number of the Skull Lord, would make people feel that they were disrespectful to the Lord of the Skull.

Under the cold moonlight, Edmund and his six men walked to the already deserted sentry post.

The surroundings seemed a little different, but not that different.

"It's so cold...ah..."

A gust of breeze blew over Edmund's body. He shivered greatly from the cold, and then with a slight "click" sound, he lost consciousness forever...

The surrounding scene slowly returned to reality in strange distortions. The Gray Knights, who had taken off the disguise of psychic hypnosis, carefully piled aside the mortals whose necks were broken in their hands.

Following Calvin's command, the entire Gray Knights team began to move towards the high point inside the checkpoint.

After controlling this high point, they can safely "clean" the entire camp slowly and under as quiet a condition as possible.

The whole process went very smoothly, thanks to the Grey Knights' extraordinary control over their bodies.

When needed, they could control the noise caused by their huge weight to be as quiet and deadly as a large cat.

The magnetic boots gently wrapped by psychic energy could not stir up a trace of dust when they landed, and combined with the single-molecule power dagger used for close-range execution, the whole killing looked a different kind of beauty.

However, accidents always happen. A mission without accidents is like a dance without variations, which will make people feel boring and boring.

When all the tents around the camp had been cleaned up, leaving only the main tent in the center.

A psychic, or the only psychic in the regiment. He walked out of the largest tent in the center of the camp.

The sound in the tent was so noisy.

It seems that the function there is not limited to the command center during the day. When night comes, it is also a good place for these mortal soldiers who have lost their discipline and faith to gamble.

Before the psychic who opened the tent curtain could take a breath of fresh air, what he saw was the killing scene around him and the Gray Knights who were silently watching him.

He was so frightened that he subconsciously grasped the staff in his hand, and the psychic energy that was instantly aroused was about to send a signal to his comrades behind him.

It was too late to silence him. The distance of more than ten steps and the unique willpower of the psychic made the Gray Knights have no good way to deal with his imminent warning.

A trace of complacency flashed across the psychic's eyes. The frustrated and helpless thoughts of his life seemed to be understood in this scene:

"No matter how powerful you are, you can't stop me from fighting to the death."

This complacent mood lasted until he saw Calvin.

When his eyes subconsciously swept around, a huge figure with only ice-blue eyes walked out slowly from the darkness.

The psychic's eyes were like being stuck and couldn't turn away since he saw this figure.

In his psychic vision, this was not a human! A giant spirit of unknown height walked towards him from the starry sky.

The other party's body was so tall that he couldn't even see his face clearly; the other party's figure was so sacred that he felt his eyes stinging just by looking at it.

At this moment, the crown-like halo on the head of this figure was oppressing him directly to his soul:

This terrible scene that challenged his cognitive limit pushed his reason to the limit, and countless souls he had never seen were flying around this giant spirit, while shouting at him together, enough to shatter his soul.

These voices could not be heard in reality, but they were overwhelming in his soul:

"You are guilty!"

"You are guilty!"

"God said, you should atone your sins!"

"You should die to atone for your sins!"

Such a strong collision of consciousness caused the psychic's eyes to crack instantly, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes like a spring.

The cry for help in his mouth was also delayed because of the oppression at the soul level.

"I'm not guilty... I... I'm not..." His will struggled to resist the storm for less than half a second, and then it died.

The dimension of time in the spiritual world is far faster than the real world, not to mention that this kind of battle can be considered short in the spiritual world.

Such a result is reflected in reality, that is, a psychic's head exploded like a watermelon just because of the collision of eyes under Calvin's distant gaze.

This is the battle between psychics. Once the gap in power between each other is too large, the instantly unbalanced balance will make the loser pay all the price.

And in the case of Calvin and this psychic, with an even more outrageous power comparison, once the souls of both sides collide, the scene will definitely be as cruel and brutal as it is now.

The so-called "thousands of people point fingers at you, and you die without a disease." This is really reflected thoroughly in this idealistic universe.

The alarm is lifted, and the action continues.

The surrounding Grey Knights continue to march forward. After they surrounded the central tent, they threw two specially made concussion grenades into it.

As two white lights lit up in succession at the gap of the tent, the Grey Knights rushed in and cleared out the remaining personnel in the tent who had lost their ability to resist one by one.

On the other side of the camp, Calvin, who was on a high place to support the entire operation, looked at the target direction of the mission in the distance and thought deeply.

The mechanical priest Constantine, who was watching the whole battle, was using the data pad in his hand to confirm the remaining distance and marching time.

"At the current speed, we should see the target location in two hours." Constantine's voice came from behind Calvin.

Calvin looked at the sky that had begun to turn white in the distance, and responded without looking back:

"Notify everyone and speed up the cleanup. We don't have much time left. I have a hunch that this operation will not be so smooth."

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