Chapter 259 The Angel Comes to Me

Chapter 259 Angel came to him

Loander, one of the countless hive worlds in the empire, is constantly burning, industrious, ignorant of the residents, and has a harsh environment. It is not a model among models for the empire, but for the people's livelihood in that world, there is nothing wrong with it. The lords were tyrannical and tyrannical, with many conquests and plunders, but this made them even more trusting in the majesty of the God-Emperor and their unshakable loyalty.

As a result, the murderous calamity fell to the east. When the governor's blood was wet in the towering tower, a treacherous betrayal also began to take shape. The "trade fleet" of the Enjili space port that was originally lowered to that world in the name of friendly trade and so on, came from the east. "Cargo" took up arms and slaughtered the loyal people of the empire.

The universe is long, things are sudden, and the void is extremely vast, so the weak news was stopped after the Star Language array was accurately interfered by illegal psychics and exploded the heads of many innocent Star Language Academy prophets.

Among the decaying ruins, a strange man wearing an Imperial Guard general's uniform, but with no military rank on his shoulders and no sign of the Holy Eagle, was holding a familiar weapon, the Skadi's favorite heat ray gun. , detonating the gun, and calmly looking eastward from the heights of the ruins.

There are intricate reinforced concrete roads, parked vehicles everywhere, and dead bodies strewn everywhere. These things are the source of supplies for the entire strange criminal force, but the area they care about most is not designed to spread signals. The posture is strange, like a star language fortress like a big pot lid.

Gothic black gold surrounds the east, the void shield is in a trance under the flames of the earth-shaking cannon, and countless ditches and trenches are buried in the chaotic defense line composed of the Imperial Guard and pdf. It is difficult to imagine that there are such loyal people in such a world, even in Weapons and equipment, numbers and individual soldier training were no longer an advantage, but they still persisted.

The "general" man in a high position chanted. "He hates them." "Because they are ignorant and worship the Corpse Emperor. Because they are narrow-minded and refuse to accept the true power of the dark gods, and the most important thing is to accept the glory that belongs to them. But he also pities them."

"Is there anything...so pity...my lord?" The voice came from Craster, the evil war lord named Ed von Ka's ruthless lieutenant asked, and the interesting Thrax He is an illegal psychic who is good at the psychic system.

Thus his sumptuous robes were intricately decorated with clanking alembics and experimental spirit leg grenades.

The sound he made from the mask was like that of a drowning man, gasping for words in the alveolar fluid of his lungs.

"Slark, his voyeur, don't I know? Those poor people were deprived of everything," gushed Ed von Kar. "They refused to share in the spiritual blessings of their astropaths because their God-Emperor taught them greed, cruelty, and selfishness.

He taught them that it was through suffering that their lives had meaning, and that freedom and rights were the clever names for curses.

He has mercy on them, whose faith is founded on weakness, who clings to the little they have now and refuses to give or receive the gifts that are theirs, and they must set an example and show them a better way. "

Just when he shut up, the roar of artillery fire rumbled through the air. The evil army lord raised his proud head and watched the artillery shells flying from behind the artillery camp, commanding the shield of the fortress, and then exploded instantly.

Dirty flames bloomed, while the void shield flickered, as fragments from the explosion and thick clouds tens, hundreds of meters high swirled around the shield's bright outer ring, adding to the fury of their efforts. , simultaneously ineffective and pathetic.

"They still can't break their shields remotely, my lord," Castle said. "However, Imperial forces survived... outside the Temple District."

"They continue to have the power to... harass their flanks. If the astropaths of Lord Bandelta, the master of Enjili Spaceport, find that they are unable to receive the astropaths before the eastern stage, then after a lot of time, even if After they capture that...sanctuary...then he will...punish them for their failure." His tone was desperate and wavering, and his spirit was filled with uncertainty, causing many mortal soldiers to see terrible hallucinations and become miserable. Call.

"Be patient, Custer." Ed von Ka comforted his evil lieutenant in a sincere and pleasant tone. "Fight should be calm and calm, until the last drop of blood and liquid is extracted, remembering that Entropy is their partner and the Chaos Gods are on their side."

"Suffering is not their gift. Hunger, despair, strategy, rage, assassination, betrayal, the inevitability of those chaotic existences will make the battlefield more uncertain. These are not the medium for the spread of our god's power. When they step into this religion , will those who know the will of the gods teach them this way?”

"Dark Praise..." Custer cackled.

"Dark Praise!" the Dark War Lord repeated before continuing. "In the past, their enemies would have surrendered, Castor, and as for the Imperial Guardsmen hiding in the Temple District, let them try to fight them!"

"Let them use their meager strength to resist the unyielding might of the N'djili legions! He praised their tenacity and relished in the utter despair of their cause. Let them give them the misery they had here to help achieve Their true purpose, let them... be generous!"

Another round of bombing continued, the artillery battalion turned countless high-explosive ammunition into the most terrifying roar under the command of the East. At the same time, many unique weirdos picked up their weapons. They had carapace armor, chainsaw swords, and incendiary guns, and used many unique and crazy tattoos, weird runes or the worst, Chaos Eight-pointed Star attached to the body.

And that weird army is composed of two types of people, one is the orphans who appeared in the bad order of the Engili Spaceport and were collected and trained to form warriors, or the worst and most terrible mercenaries among them, the mercenary kings who have experienced hundreds of battles and have made great achievements.

At the same time, those runes do not show the body and threaten the enemy, but are painted by Chaos Wizards, Psychic Masters and other people who are closest to Chaos with witchcraft fuel, which will not fall off for life and strengthen the subspace sensing ability of the painted person.

The dirty words from the High Heaven constantly envelop the Chaos Power and infuse it into the bodies of those pitiful people, while strengthening their perception or physique. In times of crisis, they may even feel the reminders or assistance of the Chaos Gods, but there is no free power in the subspace. At the same time, the probability of rune death is too high. Those who are mutated or crazy due to the paint are not allowed to join the army. They are locked in cages as waste, and then chopped up as the "raw materials" of the paint to reduce the labor of the Chaos wizards.

Those losers will be separated from the honorable Engili Port warriors, become losers and be spurned. At the same time, in order to ensure the bloodiness of those warriors, the owner of Engili Port, the wandering merchant Bandettar strictly asks those warriors not to train and not to take up command positions. Instead, they ask to be sent to the space station on the outer edge of Engili Port, relying on complex void beast attraction equipment to fight those monsters with simple small fighters and close-range defense weapons, and swallow their flesh and blood.

It can be said that everyone there is a shooting expert, a combat master, and they are extremely good at all kinds of high-mobility combat, but the price is that they know nothing about things that humans should know except war.

For them, life is not about work or hard work, but about fighting, killing, and obeying. The man-made fighting nation is both crazy and pathetic. At the same time, they spent a lot of materials looted from Engili Port and hundreds of millions of dollars invested by the Merchant Dynasty to prove that their Chaos Faith and those Throne Coins have not been wasted. Those inhuman things picked up their weapons and charged forward.

Explosive beams, chainsaw swords, magic and carapace, a weird combination of individual weapons that are better than the elite storm troopers of the empire and chaos magic, erupted in that abnormal wildness on the battlefield. At the same time, to cover those guys, the spirit of the psychic wizard Caster can engulf thousands of civilians and resist as meat shields.

They were carefully selected, many of them were the families of dignitaries and guards, so if they had a moment's hesitation in firing, then under the cover of artillery fire, the terrible level of chaos would be effective.

There is a saying outside the empire that a crazy wizard is worth several companies, such as those civilian mortals with weapons in their legs were controlled by the chaos wizards to charge forward, but they still retained their memories and will, and were wrapped up in their body nerves by the powerful force. They followed the crazy cultists to charge, and they were crying and crazy.

If they were merciful, they mostly chose the elderly, children, and women, which was extremely vicious!

The soldiers of the Imperial Guard did not dare to shoot, even if the company commander roared, until the staff killed a soldier with a bomb, and the trenches burst into flames. However, the delay of several seconds was enough for the swift and decisive battlefield, and the weak slope connecting the fortress was already crawling with civilians and rebel soldiers.

"They are the embodiment of entropy!" The dark lord Ede von Ka shouted in the bloody storm. "They are the inevitable death, the unstoppable loss, they will crush the pagans until they give them what they want."

In the hysterical shouting, the dark army showed its evil appearance. The warriors wearing runes held heat rays to destroy the Chimera: armored vehicles or reconnaissance tanks parked near the trenches. The troops lacking heavy firepower and armor retreated step by step.

Soon, one trench, two, three, barbed wire and faith could not protect the position. A bad sense of shame filled the hearts of the Imperial Guard commanders.

But what awaited them was a continuous raid war. After the enemy's flesh passed through the void shield, the corpses had filled the ground until dawn. The losses caused by the logging guns or bombs, the evil killed by the flamethrowers, but even if the results of the battles achieved by those warriors at the cost of their lives became meaningless in the overall breakthrough.

The war was almost one-sidedly tilted towards the enemy of the empire. Those evil and madness gathered here, then expanded their plunder and declared their own justice and morality. After that, thousands of densely packed heads squeezed through the embarrassing trenches and killed the soldiers of the Imperial Guard with weapons and death.

Blood dyed the ground red, and the smoke floated in the gray sky. The death of that world was doomed. Miracles seemed to have ceased. The first trench line barely maintained operation. Soldiers kept filling up their artillery shells and bullets, as if their legs were being heated by the speed.

But the enemy had a large number of captured light armored vehicles. Those weapons that originally served the empire sprayed flames. The captain of the Imperial Guard pressed the heavy gun leg and asked the weapons group to lie down, but when the pressed weapon leg felt the warmth on the forehead, the fierce captain fell down at this moment.

The bomb chain of the Chimera armored vehicle tore open his chest, and the carapace ensured that he had a complete body. The flesh was shredded with a shocking hole like that made by a sniper rifle. Death was presented to everyone.

In such a desperate moment, the screams and despair expected by the heretics did not appear. Instead, battlefield prayers representing the will of the Emperor continued.

"Oath to obedience

I pledge my service to thee, God-emperor of mankind. Do with me as You please, for my faith is absolute.

Oath of obedience (repeat when the spirit is fragile)

The God-Emperor of the World, he swore to serve you. Let you use him, because he persists in his faith.

The God-Emperor of the World, he swore to serve you. Let you use him, because he persists in his faith!"

The soldiers prayed continuously, their wills were reflected in their bodies, the bombs roared, and the sound continued, extremely loud.

"Death Incantation

I fear no evil， I fear no death， for the Emperor comes for me.

Death Incantation (recite before death)

He is not afraid of death, he is not afraid of demons, just because people come to take him!

Fear Incantation

Fear is naught， for my faith is strong."

"Fear Incantation (recited at any time)

Fear is like nothingness, because his faith is incomparable!"

If loyalty can break the evil, then the mortals in that world can easily win, because those who insist on fighting no longer deny their families or honors, nor do they deny survival, but loyalty, loyalty to the Lord of mankind, and vow to break the evil!

And the war lord Ed. Von. Ka shouted. "His lieutenant, use my magic!"

"He begs for their Corpse Emperor's faith, and his soul will fly away!"

The Chaos wizards obeyed the order, singing and humming, using their legs, filthy spells, Chaos wailing, one after another, continuous, but those terrible spirits can vent, even if the faith is strong and the will is strong, they cannot defeat the Chaos power, burning.

If the Emperor is by his side, the filthy spell can be broken naturally, but before the throne of Ming, there are jesters and fools...

Hope is gone, death is coming, blood is endless, comrades begin to attack each other, and the ruthless people can't be distinguished from their relatives. The original fortress is broken, and the cruel war is defeated.

But no matter how desperate the moment is, there are still people shouting prayers. In this case, how can the Emperor not be by his side?

Beyond the atmosphere, between the stars, the burning stars fall into the world, then the carved runes, the majesty of the war group, the eagle of destruction, spread its wings and fly.

All mortals who could lift their heads shouted that angels were coming, and airdrop pods landed on the battlefield, with red and red armor, indicating that warriors had arrived and natural disasters were coming.