Chapter 107 Destruction of the Eagle Regiment
In the pitch-black land, attacks from green-skinned orcs followed one after another. It was no surprise that those things that were thirsty for death and blood attacked the Imperial Guards with crude weapons and equipment. The staff members remained vigilant, and their morale and the Imperial Guard were already extremely high. The emperor's honor is of course also indispensable for the loss of ammunition in a large amount enough to drown a living person.
At this moment, the advantages of the Imperial Guard's laser gun are obvious. A promethium generator can provide a company with almost unlimited ammunition, and a source of promethium is more expensive than explosive ammunition or lumber gun ammunition. many.
In the sandbags and trenches, the sight of the Imperial Guard immersed in shooting reminded Alan Bair of how he defended the orcs in Karu City. The two memories merged at this moment, and became blurred due to the measurable influence of subspace. Suddenly , the crumbling Karu City flashed through my mind like a prophecy.
One-Eye, the war leader One-Eye, revealed his body that had turned into a skeleton, and drove the undead-like ancient giant machine to destroy the city again, and the things he protected turned into smoke...
"Asshole!" Alan Bair cursed while covering his head. His unreal vision turned to the east, and the shot of the relic leg gun smashed the greenskin's head. The staff couldn't help but ask. "What's wrong, Captain, are those spiritual beings making me uncomfortable?"
Alan Beyer replied. "It's nothing. He started to feel better. It seems like something has affected him. Evil witchcraft."
said the staff officer. "Their soldiers have been experiencing the same situation one after another. The Psychic team reported that they felt a particularly powerful subspace haze covering it, but they couldn't tell whether it was the hulk itself or something else."
Alain Beyer's calm analysis. "Could it be caused by the warship's distortion and mutation?" But he actually doubted whether there were demons or powerful subspace entities, but whether such things should exist in the subspace rifts...
But the current situation is to deal with the restless orcs there. They have no organizational skills. Obviously the war leaders are not spending their energy on that matter. The news of the human invasion of the hulk should have spread.
According to the confessions of the Blood Ax orcs, if nothing else happens, those orcs should happen to be in the war. The conflict between the Blood Ax and the snake bite has lasted for an unknown amount of time. After all, everything in the subspace is quite vague.
Sometimes Alan Bair would envy those orcs. They didn't need to think about anything other than violence and war. Although they had a long history, they didn't worry about the decline that any civilized race worried about.
Then his military boots were crushed and the orc's head fell into the trench. He knew that mortal power could not do that, so the head had been roasted by the laser, and the mushroom soup smelled of minced meat and squid. It permeated Alan Bayer's head, making him sober for a moment.
No matter how envious he was, he couldn't stop him from killing those aliens. When he entered the desperate 40th millennium, he never thought about maintaining too much humanity.
In that dark universe where the gods laughed evilly and civilization cried, nothing was left, including himself.
And the Imperial Guard was not completely passive during that time. When the scouts they sent out explored the area like eyes, they detected several orc strongholds on the surface in just a few hours.
In fact, the orcs looked stupid, but they were definitely not stupid. When they realized that gathering together could prevent countless weird situations from happening, the emergence of the orc tribe there paralyzed the normal world faster, and the battleships tens of thousands of years ago were faster. Whether it provides the orcs with inexhaustible materials to supply war engines.
The concept of time in the subspace is too vague, so many ships have a lot of food and firearms, which are supplied to Ruming's greenskins until they can completely take root and complete their own greenskin ecological cycle.
The fungus provides nutrients, and Skoog converts the nutrients into a higher life system. The orcs initially benefited, and then died in the war to feed back the terrible land. When they came to the real universe, the heat of the star killed others. Race becomes an additional dimension.
The ecology of the entire cosmic hulk is like a hunter, driving the entire hulk to beat in subspace, and has even become part of the machine soul of the Furuming hulk.
That bloodthirsty place is driving its orcs to launch repeated attacks on the Imperial Guard. Whether they are orcs or humans, the fungi on its skin will become its nutrition. , even that hulk can rely on the emotions emanating from the soul of death to keep the soul alive.
"Heretical thing..." Alan Bayer looked at the ground absorbing the blood and flesh that he had trampled to pieces, leaving only the bones. It didn't feel like it was seeping into the ground, but it felt like it was being absorbed and squeezed out.
At that time when the orcs were finally cleared away, Alan Bair had time to ask. "Ryan's at school, any new news from your scouts?"
The Imperial Guards of Partoria are excellent, and they are rare allies who can fight side by side. This cannot be denied. When those words were spoken, Ryan told them most of the information they had learned so far, as if they were giving names.
The direction, time, location, and priority of recommendation make people feel that he is more suitable to be a staff officer than a regiment commander. I heard that he seems to be a staff officer in school.
Ryan said suddenly. "New report, there are about three thousand orcs coming."
Alan Beyer said. "Barely the sum total of the current mess of trivial attacks. Are there any kill cans or bosses?"
"There are no cans, but the boss has three or four. It can be seen that he should be good at fighting orcs." Ryan is very smart and knowledgeable. After Alanbair was willing to share his knowledge of orcs with him, he became an expert in orcs in almost the shortest time. There is a big gap between him and the veterans who often fight in places like Armageddon.
"Staff, tell the soldiers to take out the explosive guns. They must not lose any manpower, not even one person. Damn it, are they eating dessert and appetizers?" Alanbair had a little sense of humor to make fun of that matter. It was not easy. Asking for new recruits probably made him lose his composure.
There was no advantage in numbers and supplies. After fighting for several hours, the staff couldn't help but curse.
"Those orcs won't get tired. They are so enthusiastic in that star zone. He can't bear it."
Alanbair patted his shoulder. "Just entertain them with bombs and lasers, as usual."
He turned on the communicator. "Elites of the Skadi Fourth Regiment, let's have a tough fight. He inferred that the orcs should be the largest tribe in the area. If they can clean them up, they should be able to sleep well at night." The veterans of the Skadi Fourth Regiment had never experienced the crazy attack of the One-Eye. They didn't take the few thousand orcs seriously at all. They were in a good mood to tease. "You can't beat those orcs." "Boss, is that what I said about a narrow escape?" Alanbair cursed back. "We are waiting for the Dongfei Ship. The orcs are enough for you to fight." There was laughter in the communicator, saying that they were afraid of something, that the orcs were cowards, and long live the emperor, etc. No matter how hard they talked, killing any alien was not an easy task. Until the battlefield ended with the hot wind of battle, even the emperor could not relax. Alanbair held a telescope in his hand and looked at the things that came out from behind the battleship mountain in the reporting direction. "Here they are, about three or four thousand, not too dense..."
The restless green things poked their heads out, but they were not holding weapons. Instead, many orcs came with empty legs, and they were not waaaagh, but impatient, moving forward without purpose.
"Not bad, get your weapons ready, it seems that something is chasing them, the orcs should be at the top of the food chain there, but something that can make three or four thousand orcs run away..." Alan Baier's forehead was sweating. There was no doubt that it was something, and it was obvious that the power of that thing was much greater than that of the orc army.
Ryan asked the scouts about the situation urgently, but the scouts made intermittent sounds and said a few words. "Emperor, angel! Angel!"
Ryan had no choice but to turn off the communicator. "It seems that the gathering of greenskins caused a small-scale short circuit in the radio, which is rare. It only occurs when a large number of greenskins are extremely emotional."
Alan Baier answered. "How can those things with arms thicker than human heads be so scary? Could they be monsters from tens of thousands of years ago?"
The entire Imperial Guard was silent. They put away their previous carefree attitude and looked at the orcs vigilantly. They saw thousands of orcs running forward frantically. The body of the orc behind them suddenly exploded, as if bombed by Lingke, and the other orcs next to him moved forward with even more fear.
Before the orc exploded, there was a familiar muffled sound, like... bang?
Alan Baier frowned, but the staff officer, who had served there the longest, heard something. "Captain, that seems to be..."
Before he finished speaking, the roar of the jump pack echoed on the earth. Six Space Marines jumped high and swooped down in the sky. Chainsaw swords and explosive leg guns slashed and fired, and blood and orcs screamed continuously.
Behind the hillside, the reason why the orcs split up before became clear. It was a tactical team of about 10 Space Marines, plus 6 assault team members, a sergeant, the sharpest scalpels of the Empire, and their regiment logo like a red eagle with wings shining in that desperate land.
Their armor could not be distinguished whether it was red or not. Although the armor of the Destroyer Eagle was mainly red, it now looked like...
"Blood Angels?!" Lawn exclaimed in disbelief at the name of the regiment he had guessed, and Alanbar could not help but feel that he had an unbreakable bond with the son of Sanguinius.
When Alanbar saw his legs preparing to perform the Sky Eagle Salute, he immediately cursed. "Salute after the fight!"
The elites realized it later, and they were still talking. "The Emperor is here, the angels are here to help them!"
They excitedly fired loyal bullets. There was no doubt that the appearance of the Space Marines was a strong stimulant, and the effect was even greater than the blessed Imperial tonic.
It's not that the Skadi Fourth Regiment didn't fight alongside the Space Marines, but the Space Marines they met were all lunatics or crazy traitors without wisdom.
Shooting, shooting, and shooting continuously. The bombs and chainsaw swords were constantly killing the orcs. Blood and death, loyalty and victory filled the land. The blood pumped faster in the heart, making people feel happy.
"Emperor!"
"No Emperor!"
The Destruction Falcons also found it quite good. Why are there Imperial Guards there? Their firepower is quite strong?
The sergeant said in the communicator. "Mortal troops, loyal people, actually came there. Emperor, they will die, but they met them." He instantly understood what the troops in front of him were covering. Even though he was a hundred years old, such crazy actions were rare for him.
"All combat brothers, end the battle quickly. He doesn't want to see us killing as fast as mortals."
All members of the Eagle of Destruction responded with a low, thick and terrifying response. "A natural disaster is coming!"
The huge sound was further enhanced by the powerful power armor. The terrifying sound even caused blood to flow from the eyes and nose of the orcs whose nerves and bones were much thicker than humans.
Just four thousand orcs encircling and suppressing the east can be said to be no different than the mutated corn harvest produced in the agricultural world.
Flesh and blood covered the ground, and not a single alien was alive. The Imperial Guard and the Astartes finally met each other. In the trenches, the Skadi Fourth, the elites of the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment and others Cross your legs and arms in front of your chest.
The angels of the Empire walked by with their heads held high. Although the power armor was large and loyal, there was no sound of footsteps. At the same time, they were extremely agile. Their red-helmeted sergeant walked up to Alan Bair, or to be precise, in front of the headquarters.
"Mortals, the Imperial Guard, they recognize our bravery, but we can solve the problem of wrong legs like the space hulk. Mortals, give them the strategic data there, and then stay stationed. After they clean up, they will ask the fleet to let us leave."
Is he a good person to the Imperial Guard, or is he a mortal? The space hulk is extremely dangerous, but if he has good intentions and the Imperial Navy sacrifices his life to send them here, where will the Imperial Guard put the will of the people who want to die and live?
And if they want to suppress the orcs for hundreds of years, that sector and the soldiers there will starve to death.
Alan Bair had to admit that although he looked like a mortal, the sense of security and reliability felt by Space Marines was simply indescribably strong.
Alan Bair can be considered tall and tall, but he is incomparable to the three-meter Space Marine. The bolter and chain sword in his bare legs are half as big as him.
He won't show weakness either. "If they come to that world, they will give us a leg up, angels, they will be the Imperial Guard, and the trillions of humans in that sector are enduring hunger. If the Mandeville Point there does not expand, just In half a year, hundreds of millions of the empire’s citizens will die.”
"Angel, if we really can't kill the emperor's warriors, then let the soldiers there die. If their death can be exchanged for driving away the aliens early, one more day will not cost tens of thousands of The way for humans to survive.”
Ryan didn't expect him to shut up so directly with the Space Marines at school. Although he didn't like being kicked out, the mission of the Imperial Guard was as good as theirs.
The sergeant of Destruction Eagle only thought for a moment. "Very well, mortal, go to your death, take my honor and intelligence with you, and become the Emperor."
"He gave me permission to join that operation, loyalist."
Alan Bair breathed a sigh of relief, and the staff also wiped cold sweat. After all, how terrifying the Space Marines are. Do they know clearly that the combat power of killing three thousand Imperial soldiers in just one minute in front of Karu City is like a god? .
Alan Bair took out the tactical tablet, shared the situation with the warriors of the empire, the angels of the emperor, and then said. "As for the Emperor, with our joining, the battle will definitely be easier."
The sergeant replied. "That doesn't mean war, that means massacre, mortal, if he agrees for me to join, if he allows me to witness their power, the power of the empire, it makes my loyalty stronger, and the ticket means that my soldiers will be on the verge of death. "
He shouted to all the mortals there without using a communicator. His voice was clear, like the light of a star shining on the dark side.
"People of the Emperor, Imperial Guardsmen, we are honored to work with the Eagles of Destruction, and with the Astartes, we will witness victory, the death of the xenos, the victory of the loyal, and the victory of humanity."
"Now, take out our consciousness and see how they kill the aliens!"
"No Emperor!"
At this moment, the angels seemed to be commanders, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, a total of three thousand elites, could not help but show off their enthusiasm. "No Emperor!"
But the Astartes did not know that the things they would face were not ordinary orcs, but terrible demons.
In fact, the orcs have also degenerated (gene seed mutation?). All the ancient orcs are not as macho as the Bone Crusher ()