Chapter 855 Agrippina Survivors

The broad main deck of the Mechanical Ark was covered with blood, corpses that could not be seen clearly in human form, and various armored vehicles that had been cut and chopped.

This was the only way to connect the upper and lower decks of the Mechanical Ark, and it was also the last line of defense for the factory and scientific research sanctuary inside the warship.

The turrets and metal breastworks that were raised and lowered from the ceiling and the ground were all destroyed, and the machine souls were constantly making creaking and wailing sounds, but no mechanical priests or slaves came to appease the machine souls and repair the equipment.

This ship seemed to be a dead ship. No matter which direction Tovens listened carefully, he could only hear the sonata of blood dripping on various planes.

"I'm still alive?" Tovens couldn't believe it, "I'm still alive?" Tovens repeated it again.

He panted and staggered to get up from the pile of corpses. He almost fell down and kept his balance by holding the twisted shell of the Chimera armored vehicle.

His vehicle, the red-painted Emperor's Blade, had exploded in an ambush on the Agrippina Forge World. The chariot, engraved with countless honor emblems, perished with hundreds of demons in the last rays of light.

Torvins stood there in a daze for a while, waiting for his heart, which was about to burst, to return to normal. Then he found a laser rifle from the blood and shook off the blood and meat residue on it. Torvins began to recall the desperate battle just now.

The Agrippina Forge World has been shattered, which is a more terrifying ending than suffering the extermination order. This planet-level factory that has worked hard for the empire and produced weapons and supplies for tens of thousands of years fell apart under the double blow of the Mechanicus's civil strife and the invasion of Chaos traitors.

Torvins, or since the establishment of the Volskani Iron Cavalry until now, has never experienced a war of such a scale.

The armored regiment they were so proud of was first turned into a ball of scorching hot iron and steam under the attack of the intelligent robot soldiers, and then was easily chopped into pieces by the hideous and terrifying giant demon.

After Tovens' brain, which was heated by the battle, gradually cooled down, a strong sense of unwillingness and powerlessness entangled his soul.

Their legion tried its best, but could not win. Tovens couldn't help but want to shed tears. He was a strong man, a legion commander who could ruthlessly send millions of people to death when necessary, but he couldn't accept that these countless sacrifices could not win. People will die after all, but they can't die in vain.

He looked at the gap where the demon rushed into the position here. Under the scraping of the demon's claws and the combined effect of various weapons of the empire, this gap looked like an extremely blasphemous eight-pointed star.

The last battle, or the one that Tovens could still remember. The last armored regiment of the Volskani Iron Cavalry and several heavy infantry regiments, the Agrippina Mechanicus Skitarii and several knight families, three Space Marine Chapters and the extremely fanatical Sisters built a simple defense line.

The Titan Legion, which was treated as a divine machine by the Mechanicus, had been completely destroyed in the ground battle. Their huge size was the best embodiment of the power of the All-Mechanic God, but it also became the most difficult unit to evacuate on the entire battlefield. Before evacuating the planet, Tovens had seen several dozen meters high Khorne Demons vibrating their wings and bearing the volleys of Skitarii and Hydra anti-aircraft guns to pounce on the Titans, and then used the huge axe in his hand to chisel through the Titans' armor.

And those terrifying metal skeletons and suspended fortresses with tomb-like shapes were not as numerous as Tovens thought. They only appeared on the most difficult and most unsustainable battlefields.

The evacuation operation lasted for several months and was full of ups and downs. The blood altars scattered everywhere sealed the planet in an independent space. The huge cheers like the arena echoed in the ears all the time. Countless imperial soldiers risked their lives and fought one after another to successfully liberate the planet from the imprisonment of the ritual.

They retreated to the void. Although the demons did not follow them, they were scattered throughout the galaxy by Agrippina's shattering, just like a bucket full of shit being blown up by firecrackers.

Torvins's eyes passed through a metal corridor made of hundreds of half-Leman Russ tanks. He clearly remembered that this tragedy was caused by an eight-armed demon with a burning bull head. In the end, the demon was stopped by the Space Marines. As for who exiled the demon, Torvins could not remember. He could not see the movements of the Space Marines and the demons at all, not to mention that the battlefield was so chaotic at that time.

Of course, there were more slaughterhouses created by powerful demons than this one, but Torvens could not see the bloody ones in the distance. He could only walk past the dead soldiers sadly and cautiously, looking for the living who survived like him.

After walking more than 20 meters with difficulty, Torvens heard a faint sound, like a person vomiting water.

Torvens leaned down and pushed the broken limbs and corpses away, and then he saw Adjutant Tarina with a painful face and spitting blood.

"Tarina!" Torvens shouted anxiously, his eyes swept over Tarina's body, and he did not find any obvious scars on her body.

No external injuries. That means internal injuries.

Torvens looked at the amount of blood Tarina vomited and judged that her internal organs were shattered. Torvens was not an idiot in medical treatment. He could not move her body without medical equipment. Rash actions would only make Tarina's internal organs bleed more severely.

But what's the use?

Talina was going to die eventually, and Tovens couldn't think of how he could find medical equipment in this place where the bodies were lying side by side.

"Talina. Talina." Tovens called twice again. Talina, who had her eyes tightly closed, opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at Tovens. She couldn't speak, but was still spitting blood, and pointed to a small hill.

Tovens got up and walked in the direction he was directed. He found the seriously injured Wodehouse. The ice-blue power armor seemed to have been corroded by acid in the long-term high-intensity battle. Ugly and rough holes fell densely on the armor, and some bullets and fragments were embedded in the holes.

The wolf skin that Wodehouse was wearing was also tattered, and the dirty blood mixed with gunpowder smoke was tightly entangled on the soft wolf hair, which was hard enough to be used as nails.

Tovens looked at Wodehouse, whose eyes were tightly closed and lips were pale, and didn't know what to do for a moment. He knew from the stories told by his elders that Space Marines had the ability to fake death when seriously injured, but he didn't know how to wake up a Space Marine from suspended animation.