Chapter 163 Let the Blood of Traitors and Aliens Nourish the Dry Earth
Fragments and bullets splashed by the wind, frost cracked in the cold wind, frost and steam produced by those hot weapons after rapid cooling accompanied by blood, whether the mortals of the Imperial Guard are servants of the Chaos Gods or alien greenskins.
War does not care who is right or wrong. When the lieutenant's Titan inserted the barrel of the leg arm into the orc's shaky can, the broken fragments and metal parts were torn and collapsed by the rumbling heavy weapons. The Knight Titan even lifted the entire orc can with his own power, like showing his decorations and trophies, bathing the enemy's metal.
Even the orcs couldn't help but pause for a while because of such a picture, but soon, the one-eyed man they regarded as a god also roared in the communicator.
"Attack! Attack!"
The grilles of those cans also made an electronic roar, and the shouts of Han Xuan were not living things, as if the body was a living thing, shouting out the endless echoes in the sky. "waaaaahhgggg!"
"waaaaagh!"
The monster-like roars completely wiped out the few fears of the orcs, and they charged towards the Knight Titan, but soon one Lemanus after another fired projectiles forward relying on the enemy windows torn open by the Knights, tearing those things apart with the terrible firepower that the Empire was proud of. The lieutenant also opened the ion shield, and those plasma bodies resisted the projectiles and protected the Lemanus, so the shooting of the petrified lizards continued and fierce.
When the battlefield was bombarded from one side to the other in fierce flames and exploding projectiles, in a situation that humans could hardly understand, the horizon was hung with terrible and colorful aurora at some point, and even the moon and satellite of that world had a strange light.
Whether the things brought by death or not, the changes in the natural environment caused by the strong energy of the birth of war are no longer dialectical, and there are still living creatures shooting and biting each other in that wilderness-like land.
Alanbair, riding on a Salamander tank, shot the hot melt with his legs at the enemy's body. Whether it was a Chaos traitor or an orc can, the fierce hot melt bullet could still do its job well and kill the enemy of mankind.
In the barrel and the red mist he spit out, Alanbair looked at the gradually decreasing enemies and the strange aurora in the sky, which looked like a colorful curtain covering a part of that world. He didn't know whether it was the Emperor's gift or the new conspiracy of the gods, or whether it was just a natural rejection reaction to such a war involving hundreds of thousands of people, but he could still fire his weapon.
Sizzle, sizzle, the sound of hot melt continued, with its unique flash, coupled with the screams and deaths of the enemies, Alanbair couldn't count how many things he killed tomorrow, of course, maybe he killed 30% of those things, leaving him disabled for life.
The Skadi soldiers were slowly pressing forward as if swallowing the enemy. Fate had changed, the wind was turning against them, and the Empire's victory was certain. But Alanbair had to think whether the brothers who sacrificed tomorrow would die because of the indifference of the Mechanicus. If those subhumans joined the war, their lives might be preserved, and they could have children and enjoy their own destiny.
Their lives were already miserable enough. They were born in the hive, fought against the enemies of mankind, and their brothers died. If they had nothing, they could only give their lives to that greedy world. Even so, those soldiers had no regrets, just to deny their own honor, and to deny that world to succumb to them for a moment.
If they could do it, if victory fell into the hands of mankind, the huge empire could continue mechanically, otherwise mankind would face alien slavery and oppression of heretics.
But the contradiction and gap between Alanbair and the Mechanicus had already occurred. He even doubted whether the Emperor should allow those things to become a group that continued the wisdom of the Empire. Yes, there was no existence as diligent and wise as the Great Magus Cawl, but there were also traitors among the Space Marines. We can't just look at the Primarchs, not to mention that even the Primarchs had traitors.
Alanbair thought for a long time. When his mind stayed on that world, he also felt disgusted with that Empire. Those things did not exist, but the Skadi and that star region or other loyal Imperial Guards suppressed those feelings.
Even if he didn't want the Blackheart King or Abaddon to clean up that world, humans could not change their fate no matter how hard they tried, unless all the Emperor's plans succeeded.
He had to trust the supreme and extremely wise existence, even though his wisdom was not understandable to ordinary people, even though his will would make people die, even though the warp made his words unclear.
"Go forward, wipe out all the enemies, the petrified lizards keep firing." His voice was chilly. On the battlefield, no matter how many sacrifices were made, the most important thing was how to win. If they cared about those things and were timid, the strength of the Imperial Guard would be greatly reduced. Even if it was cruel, life was like this. They were not the pawns of that huge empire, but the currency of the Lord of Humanity.
"Push forward! Push forward, everyone push forward! Don't be afraid of the enemy's defensive power. The Emperor bless them and offer their loyalty to him! All Imperial Guards!" The staff officer was arrogant. Could it be that the training of the Loyalty Academy allowed his voice to penetrate the battlefield without amplification? It was hard to imagine that a person's words could be so powerful, as if countless people were resonating with him.
And every time when Alan Baier asked the staff officer about his skills, he always answered no. Was it because of his belief in the Emperor?
He didn't believe it, but that sound was indeed very inspiring. When the footsteps of the Skadi soldiers and the heavy engine sound of Lemanus were mixed with the light of the poison blade and the Knight Titan, the protagonists of the war were occasionally the commanders, but on such a scale, the effect of heroism was actually not great.
In those places where the light of destiny was focused, in addition to the shining heroes, how many loyalists of the empire rushed to death?
In the dawn, the Imperial Guard held their own destiny and honor tightly in their legs. They lived a mediocre life in the hive city and were evaluated as being content with the status quo. I didn't have a share of privileges and preferential treatment. The place where I was born did not allow you to be ambitious.
You can't be servile and servile. You can't ask for anything except bending down.
Everyone has his own place, his own destiny, no mutation, no heresy, I am grateful, whispering, can't rise up, muddy life?
Joining this place, with my comrades, my life is not worthless, although I still struggle.
They ask fate to surrender to them, conquer or nothing, small favors, small power and small benefits, sergeants and lieutenants, insignificant!
They seek victory, not caring about what they get, they are not beggars, the Imperial Guards are people who will not surrender, pick up weapons, drive engines, and move forward in the fear of heretics and traitors.
Even if it is not a Space Marine, even if it is not a green-skinned orc, or other more terrible things, what does it matter?
"Shoot!"
The bullets fired volleys, and the first orc mechas with the souls of many traitors perished in the anger of the empire, hot melt, explosive bombs, lasers or heat rays, the Emperor's gift to those who dare to challenge their own puzzle of destiny, because they ask fate to surrender to themselves.
The heresy has been defeated, and the rise of heterogeneity has been in chaos. Before those evil things that set foot on the light of the empire pollute that world, the flames of the Imperial Guards have burned them with their lives and made them flee in panic.
As dawn broke, the entrance to the base that was far away before was close at hand. The green shields that blocked their bombing were completely ineffective. The petrified lizards were happy to cultivate the land with flames, and the aliens could survive with their shells made of fine gold. The ground was completely suppressed by the Imperial Guard.
The ground was full of scrap iron and dead debris, and the bodies of aliens and heretics and the scrap iron turned into engines filled the land. The death of Lemanus and the loyalists of the Imperial Guard was still shocking. Alanbair made a rough calculation, and then said bitterly to the staff. "If we fight again, the organization of the Skadi's only regiment will be destroyed."
He said it easily, but the resentment towards the Mechanicus was also vague in his words, and it could even be said that there was not much concealment. If those things had not been denied to cherish their precious servitors, the war would not have fallen to this.
At this moment, the aurora in the sky also turned red due to the fierce war. Those strange things represented that the Chaos Gods were deeply dependent on that war. Alanbar could see clearly that no matter how smoothly the war went, the people in the High Heaven were also enjoying it.
Perhaps what really kept the empire going was not the Emperor, but the greed of those damned Warp Gods for the souls of mortals. Even if the Emperor could keep the souls of the loyal, would the Warp Gods really get nothing?
Alanbar kicked the head of a Chaos Space Marine lying on the ground. That thing was the thing that the gods of that war liked to kill. The tough soul of that once noble warrior would become a new enemy of the empire in the Warp.
Demons or something else, the dead bodies of the orcs would also take root in that world, giving birth to new contradictions in unknown places.
It was hard to say whether the sacrifice of the Imperial Guard was worth it, but he had to win. Although it was very discouraging to say that, even if he won thousands or tens of thousands of times, the winner would still be the Chaos Gods.
But soon his eyes became firm again. Even if that happened, what would happen? With teeth and blood, the things that abused the Empire must be eradicated, and the evil that threatened humanity should be remembered with death. As a soldier, he could not think that the war had nuclear significance, nor could he enjoy those massacres.
He watched the hole for soldiers to enter and exit the base being slowly sealed and closed by the retracting gate made of fine gold, and calmly turned on the communicator. "Basic lizard, pry open their turtle shells."
The emperor's wrath fell accurately on the enemy's initial defense like raindrops. The invasion line opened with blood and sacrifice, explosive bombs and quantifiable magazines clearly guaranteed the efficiency of the bombing. The petrified lizards accurately bombed the enemy's base at a distance of kilometers from there.
Victory was already set in stone. They were like the apes who saw the shells for the first time on Terra, prying open their trophies bit by bit with stones. Life seemed to have come a long way, but in fact it was still the same. Life and death, eating or being eaten, it was like a larger scale, greater losses, but the benefits were still the same.
Perhaps life is destined to be like this, biting and plundering each other, and that huge empty galaxy is just a stage for those things to bite each other.
When the first murder of apes and shells began in that world, the Chaos Gods were born. When the first weapon that could slaughter other lives was born, they became more powerful. Now they can almost call the wind and rain, unstoppable.
And the Imperial Guard will not hesitate. They will repeat the survival of the fittest countless times, countless times, until no life in the galaxy dares to challenge the authority of the Empire.
They want the aliens to curl up in the cold corners of the void until they are extinct, they want the heretics to fear the light of the Emperor until they completely disappear, they want the Chaos Gods to never dare to step out of their world again, until the Emperor awakens, those heretics and betrayers will die of shame, the aliens will curl up in fear, and the Chaos Gods will no longer dare to set foot in the real universe, until the Great Crusade that has been stagnant for ten thousand years is restarted, and the Emperor will be the only and most needed comment for all the humans who sacrificed for it, we have completed my mission.
And now, humans are looking forward to the light of the cold sun to revive again in the physical universe. Even if there are countless heretics who say that the Emperor's awakening will be a disaster for mankind, that light is the only change for mankind in that universe. If everything can be reset because of the Emperor, then why not be a victory for mankind?
Before that, the Imperial Guard will continue to fight, fight non-stop, until the void is exhausted, until the blood runs dry, and when those heretics and aliens are afraid of the iron hammer of the empire, the Emperor in the throne world will feel the only emotion he should be able to feel.
Although it is unknown whether it is sadness or joy, the Emperor must have regarded that feeling as a treasure, and as his most loyal saint, Alanbar needs to make those heretics and aliens afraid, let their blood fill the dry planet, and let their death make the star zone peaceful.
"No Emperor!" Alanbar screamed so much, at this moment his voice even overwhelmed the usual shouts of the staff, and spread to the faraway place of the petrified lizard troops without the use of loudspeakers, without relying on spiritual magic, and without the help of technology, it was only because of his expectation of victory that he was so angry, angry at the aliens and heretics.
That feeling spread like a virus, and all the citizens of the Empire who worshipped the Emperor, hoped for peace, and hated aliens and heretics would respond to those cruel, terrible, and pathetic cries.
"No Emperor!"
In the resonance of human voices and the bombardment of petrified lizards, cracks appeared in the extremely solid adamantium. Cracks, cracks, hundreds of meters of the outer shield layer of the Kanbi Lander cracked, revealing the weak, trembling traitors and aliens inside.
Ailanbaier raised his weapon and pointed at the traitors among them. "It's time to send us to see our gods."