Chapter 47: The Empire's Frontier: The End Is Near

The churning sea of ​​beasts permeates the city walls. The towering hive city walls are solid and tenacious. The void shield generator on its surface firmly reinforces its walls to block the raging Tyranid disaster outside.

The orbital weapons on the city wall fired firepower day and night, and dense artillery bombarded the entire land. Once upon a time, when you stood on the city wall, you could see the boundless buildings outside, and see towering spiers and towers. Gothic architecture, but now all that no longer exists.

The scarlet land extends to the end of the earth, covered with an ocean, an ocean composed of nightmare beasts. They hit the stand shield like a tide. The giant war beasts constantly hit and bombarded the surface of the shield with biological cannons. The flickering light of the void shield continued to light up above Olaf's head.

The old wolf's gray beard and hair were lit up by various lights. He looked at the billowing sea of ​​​​fire under the city wall. Not far away, rows of automatic cannons on the tracks of the city wall were firing continuously, and there were even land fortress cannons with astonishing caliber. Roaring with thunderous fury.

But no matter how hard the Imperial Army worked, and how many artillery shells the Mechanicus workers produced, they could not destroy these beasts. They always attacked from no end, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not cause any effective damage to them.

And outside the Milky Way, beyond the shining of the Emperor's light, countless such swarm fleets are approaching. These boundless Tyranid tentacles that engulf the entire galaxy are stretching from the darkness everywhere to the Milky Way, bringing the destined destruction with them. Come.

This is a desperate fact. Anyone who learns this news and realizes the horror of Tyranid will fall into despair and collapse, but the Astartes will not, they will not, they are the Emperor's angels of death, they do not know What is fear.

"Is everything okay? Olaf." Bell stepped forward and asked. His armor was stained with a large amount of blood. Although it was not surprising as a pharmacist, Olaf knew that the blood stains on Bell's body were not healing. Caused by brothers.

The Ultramarines Apothecary walked up to Olaf with a bolter in hand, and together they looked down at the rolling tide of beasts below. Both of them stared at the gray-red craze, looking at the roaring and roaring Tyranid beasts. .

"Whenever I think about the great enemy surrounding the empire, my brother, I can't help but feel doubtful for our fellow humans." Olaf said, his gray beard swaying slightly in the hot wind, "The Milky Way is extremely dangerous. Ten thousand Years have passed and we still stand on the front line, fighting against the Emperor's great enemies, but it seems that tranquility and peace have never come, and there is only eternal war and destruction in the galaxy."

"Perhaps, brother, but there has never been any period of human civilization that was truly peaceful. Since the origin of our species in Ancient Terra, we have been closely associated with war."

Bell took off his helmet, and I had to say that he was actually quite handsome, with a delicate face and a proper son of Macragge.

"We fight with each other and foreign enemies, but human civilization develops and grows during wars. This is how we have been for tens of thousands of years."

"Indeed, my glorious brother." Captain Mikael came to the two of them with his centurion war helmet between his arms. Behind him were Lancelot and Ragnar who had just returned from the bloody battle.

"Although the galaxy is full of wars, and death and destruction seem to be everywhere, there is not only destruction and killing in the galaxy. At this moment, our hometown Macragge is already in the disaster of the Tyranid War. Restored, the entire Greater Ultramar Sector also thrived."

Captain Mikael looked at the gray-red craze. He raised his iron arm and pointed at the end of the earth and the distant space. "At the same time that we are being attacked by the Tyranid, there are thousands of imperial worlds developing. Our suffering and war are the guarantee of their development.”

"Civilization, art and reason still exist in the Empire, and its germination is tenacious. Although it is still fragile now, I believe it will still thrive and one day allow mankind to achieve what the Emperor expects us to achieve. realm."

"It is precisely because of this that we, the Emperor's Iron Guards, will fight in every world forever without doubt or distress. My battle brothers, it is precisely because of our battles and sacrifices that the fire of hope can be It will still continue in the empire, and let it develop and burn in thousands of worlds that are still peaceful."

Mikael's voice is resonant, like an erudite old scholar. As the company commander of the Ultramarines Chapter, he is obviously well-read in poetry and has achieved great achievements in various fields. Unlike other chapters, the Ultramarines attach great importance to Due to such spiritual connotation, although obviously not everyone likes this style.

Ragnar growled impatiently and waved the chain sword he found temporarily, "I hate such formal things. We only need to know that Father Quan hopes that we will fight against thousands of powerful enemies. ”

"But we must not forget the purpose of our fighting and why we exist." Bell said seriously, raising his arms, "It is precisely because some brothers have forgotten our purpose and what the Emperor really wants from us, This will lead to rebellion and betrayal.”

"We must not forget that our superhuman bodies are sworn to dedicate everything to the Emperor's cause, and the Emperor's demands have never changed for the good of humanity as a whole. You should not forget this, Ragnar."

"Okay, Bell, don't make a big deal out of it. Where did you read that?" Ragnar walked up with a smile, took off his helmet and hugged his battle brother's shoulders, but the one who answered him was still the erudite Captain Mikael.

"If I remember correctly, this famous saying of truth comes from the great Fire Dragon Lord Vulkan Vulcan." "Yes, Captain, as the Emperor's Son said."

Olav, who also came from the Wolf Group but was much calmer, nodded affirmatively. He looked at his battle brother with approval, but Ragnar scratched his head in boredom, "Ah, I don't understand you. I'd better just chop the enemy and let you think about it."

Before Ragnar finished speaking, something whizzed down from the air and hit the street behind the city wall heavily. Several Astartes walked to the city wall and looked at the thing.

Several planetary defense soldiers who were resting on the ground also walked up hesitantly with guns in hand. Two of them stood at the edge of the pit and looked inside. Then they raised their laser guns in fear and shouted and shot down.

Almost instantly, the two were torn into pieces by dozens of Tyranid beasts. A dozen Tyranid beasts crawled out of the pit. Almost immediately, countless airborne fungus sacs fell to the ground from the air. Countless Tyranid war beasts bit and broke out of their shells from their wriggling landing sites, like newborn babies.

But these newborns almost immediately began to kill crazily. Countless Tyranid creatures swept the streets near the inner wall. Countless gunshots and screams immediately swept the whole city.

Bell raised his head in astonishment and looked at the sky above his head. In the dark cloud-covered atmosphere, one by one, the flaming fungus sac landing capsules roared down and hit the nest city like a meteor.

Although the anti-aircraft guns were still firing fiercely, they could not stop their huge numbers at all, which was enough to prove what was happening now.

"The space battle failed! The Zerg began to increase its deployment!" Bell immediately came up with the answer, but this was not a problem that Captain Kemiel needed to consider now.

The captain put on the Centurion helmet and activated the communicator, "I am Captain Kemiel, all Astartes and mortal warriors listen to my order, abandon the city walls and outer positions and retreat to the inner city! Quick!"

After receiving a positive reply, the captain nodded to several brothers in the affirmative, and they immediately moved along the city wall. Fungus sacs whizzed down from both sides of the city wall, and the creeping tentacles and huge bodies smashed buildings one after another, and some even smashed directly on the city wall.

The Tyranid creatures came out of the fungus sacs one after another, slaughtering all non-Tyranid creatures on the city wall. The four Astartes rushed all the way through the corridor on one side of the city wall and arrived at the elevator.

The surviving mortal soldiers also joined their team. They took the elevator with a flashing red light to the ground. When the elevator door opened, they arrived at another purgatory.

The whole street was full of Tyranid beasts, biting and tearing the bones of mortals, screaming and screaming one after another, and almost immediately the Tyranid beasts noticed the people in the elevator.

Kemiel took the lead in raising the bolt pistol and fired rapidly. The bolt instantly shattered the head of the first Tyranid. The Astartes and mortals immediately began to fire, and the rapid firepower splashed on the beasts. Almost instantly, dozens of beasts were killed on the spot, but at the other end of the street, hundreds of Tyranid beasts were rushing over, destroying and destroying everything they saw along the way, leaving only death and blood on the ground.

"Go! Forward!" the captain yelled and fired continuously, pulling out the power sword and leading the charge to break through. The sharp long blade of the champion swordsman danced and moved between the Tyranid beasts, killing them one by one.

Everyone followed closely behind the captain, Ragnar and Lancelot charged forward, and together with the captain, they used chainswords and power swords to open the way forward. The mortal guards followed closely behind them and shot and advanced around. Some people were hit by carnivorous beetles and fell to the ground, and some were pushed down and dismembered by the knife worms that suddenly appeared.

But they were still advancing, and warriors from all corners joined the breakout team from time to time. Soldiers from Vostronia, Valhalla and local guards filled the entire team, and gray-green and scarlet became the dominant colors of the team.

At the front and sides of the team, the Astartes of various chapters who responded to Kemiel's call advanced with iron feet, and the bolt guns and chainswords roared continuously. The Emperor's angel of death was leading the mortals out of the siege with high efficiency.

The streets were full of Tyranid beasts that fell from the sky, attacking all the living creatures on the streets. Residents and soldiers were slaughtered and devoured bloodily. The huge herds of beasts overwhelmed the street positions set up by law enforcement officers and guards and spread everywhere.

In the coffee shop on the street, a large group of refugees who fled in panic screamed at the Tyranid beasts outside the door trying to break in. Their sickle claws pierced into the door panels, biting and pulling the survivors who wanted to eat them.

Several relatively strong men tried their best to block the door, but their strength was no advantage compared to the Tyranid beasts. The door was constantly pushed by the impact, and the terrifying monster stretched its head in, roaring with its bloody mouth and splattering countless saliva on the ground.

The women screamed and looked at the monster, but just as the door was about to be knocked open, the monster was dragged out by something and fell into silence after a scream.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and several men blocking the door were pushed to the ground. The people in the room looked at the giant standing at the door. He was holding a bloody chainsaw sword and looking at everyone in the room.

"What are you still standing there for? Go!" The black-armored warrior said as he grabbed the chainsaw sword and killed another Tyranid. He called out to the people in the room to get out. Everyone stood up and crawled past the giant. When they recognized that it was an Astartes, they no longer doubted it.

The refugee team joined the breakout army. These screaming refugees seriously slowed down the team. Lancelot cursed and turned around, raised his grenade launcher and shot down the Tyranid swarm chasing behind them.

"Ragnar! If you let these refugees join us, it will kill everyone!" "I must save them! I can't tolerate abandoning the people of the Empire!" "Can you TM prioritize?! Is this the time to promote the Emperor's spirit of fraternity?!" "I'm watching TM!"

"Okay! Quiet!" Olaf shouted, and a psychic shock wave knocked away several Tyranid beasts. They crashed into the ruins of the city and were swallowed up by countless bricks and tiles in an instant.

"Cover the refugees and mortals to retreat to the inner city gate! Build a defense line!" The old wolf in the tall priest armor shouted, and Captain Mikael also stopped abruptly. He looked at the second inner wall gate of the nest city that was slowly opening not far away. They were not far from that place.

"Everyone! Organize a defense line! Now!" The moment the captain gave the order, more than a dozen Astartes around immediately took over. They stood shoulder to shoulder behind the mortals and blocked the biological bullets with their bodies.

The flesh-eating insects bit on the armor, but they could not leave any marks on the solid shell. The Astartes raised their grenade guns and fired in unison, and the storm-like barrage rushed towards the insect swarm.

Flesh and blood exploded on the street, and the splashing flesh and blood covered the entire wall, but suddenly a green plasma plasma shot from the opposite side of the street, and the plasma hit an Astartes monk. His armor was burned and corroded by the plasma, and his flesh and blood also dissolved and collapsed in a very short time.

Olaf saw the Tyranid giant holding a biological cannon at the end of the street. It roared and raised its muzzle. Countless Tyranids rushed from it to the city gate.

"The mortals have not yet evacuated! We must hold our ground!" Ragnar shouted, but Lancelot cursed loudly as he watched another brother being hit and disintegrated by plasma.

"We must save the lives of our brothers! We are the sharp blades of the Emperor and cannot be broken here!" "We cannot abandon the mortal people!" "Be rational, Ragnar! Their lives are more valuable than ours!" "You fart!"

The two Astartes cursed loudly at each other, and their quarrels echoed in the communicator inside the helmet, which was not a good thing under the current circumstances.

The tall angel statue fell to the ground in the war, and the golden-armored angel colossus smashed on the side of the street. The violent dust and ashes spread and obscured everyone's vision.

Thick fog filled the dim streets. Everyone held their breath and aimed their bolters at the other side of the street. They could hear the dense and tiny footsteps in their helmets, and the crackling echoes of the Tyranid bone structure.

The plasma did not shoot, but the cold situation pierced into the bridal chamber like a dagger. Even the two cats and dogs stopped and held their breath to aim at the invisible enemy in the thick fog.

The sound of those monsters was getting closer and closer. All the Astartes held the trigger tightly, but suddenly a dense scarlet beam of light shot over their heads. The beam instantly pierced through the thick fog, and countless screams and howls came out of it. A broken Tyranid body fell in front of Lancelot.

Everyone looked back and saw the huge figure.

"I am his sharp blade, I am his divine weapon." The ancient voice said, and suddenly everyone looked up and saw a flashing ion beam passing through the street. After a scream, the sound of a giant object falling to the ground came from the other side of the thick fog.

"I am Derantius! I am his angel!" The Dreadnought mech crushed the crystal road surface on the ground, and the tall Dreadnought giant walked among the crowd. All the deadly firepower on his body began to roar at the same time, plasma cannons, laser cannons, automatic cannons and honeycomb missile pods all occurred.

Destructive firepower exploded all over the street, and the exquisite street lights and shops were destroyed and collapsed, and the Tyranid beasts on the black street were also blown into blood and flesh.

The Dreadnought mech raised its right arm and a stream of hot molten fire sprayed out. All the Tyranids closest to him were dissolved and collapsed while screaming, but there were still a few Tyranids who jumped behind the Dreadnought and tried to cut the holy coffin with razor claws.

But the Dreadnought raised its mechanical arm, grabbed them directly and smashed them to the ground, then crushed them with one foot. The tall giant slaughtered the beasts in the herd and cut off the charging beasts.

"Retreat! Brothers, retreat!" said the Dreadnought. After the storm of fire, the Astartes quickly retreated behind the exquisite gates of the inner city, which could almost be called works of art.

"Derantius! Retreat to the city!" Mikael shouted at the Dreadnought. The Dreadnought started and crushed the skull of a Tyranid beast, but the Dreadnought did not retreat but continued to slaughter the Tyranid beasts crazily.

"Derantius! Retreat to the city!" Mikael said sternly, but the Dreadnought still did not respond. Its destructive weapons destroyed everything, but Mikael was sure that the Dreadnought veteran was not deaf to his voice.

"Derantius, now is not the time for you to die gloriously! Your battle is not over! The Emperor's enemies have not yet perished!" "I will destroy the Emperor's enemies." The Dreadnought said as he punched out, and his lightning gauntlet smashed a whole group of Tyranid soldiers.

"The Emperor needs you alive, only in this way can you fulfill your obligations, now obey my orders, my brother." Mikael said, and after a moment of silence, the Dreadnought mecha began to slowly retreat, firing fiercely as he retreated.

The Astartes and mortals at the city gate also began to fire fiercely to cover the Dreadnought's retreat. Dozens of guardsmen worked together to drag up a twin-mounted laser cannon. After they were ready, the shooter immediately jumped into his seat and started shooting.

The storm-like firepower was superimposed on the Dreadnought's firepower, and the Tyranid Zerg on the entire street was almost instantly smashed. In this moment, the Dreadnought walked into the city gate, and the huge and solid city gate also closed completely in response.

Olaf and Bell raised their heads and looked at the sky between the tall buildings above. There were no fungus sacs falling here. Obviously, the anti-aircraft firepower here can still cope with the current situation.

"It's the last moment." Olaf said. They still had no way to retreat. Bell nodded affirmatively, "Yes, I hope Vito has a way."

Before Bell finished speaking, Vito's voice came from the communicator.

"If the four of you are not dead yet, come to the command center to find me, and so does Captain Mikael." "Do you have a way?" Olaf asked anxiously, "Maybe, but it's not a good idea."

"Ha, when did you have a good idea?" Ragnar said sarcastically, and Vito's voice smiled, "That's right."

His voice was hung up, and several Astartes looked at each other, and then looked around at the desperate mortals and soldiers around them. Five giants and fearless mechas walked towards the administrative hall in the center of the city.

The final fate of this planet is coming.