Chapter 122: Hopes' War, Claude's Death

While Cawl was preparing for a possible attack on Holy Terra, the Ice Fangs, Faceless Legion, and the People's Guardian Army, which had already gone to the front line of Hopes, were resisting wave after wave of Zerg attacks.

The Zerg, who were originally taking a detour, suddenly discovered that there were human defenses on this barren planet.

Although according to the income and expenditure strategy, they should not attack this ghost planet where no one lives. However, as they fought with the human imperial army, the Zerg realized that those behaviors that they saw as worthless might affect their entire operations in the near future.

Therefore, interfering with and attacking those armies of the human empire with unique behaviors is a necessary tactical action. To a certain extent, the balance of income and expenditure can be temporarily ignored. The Norn Queen of the current network node will evaluate the total amount of biomass that can be consumed and invest a certain amount of troops.

Thanks to the powerful Ice Fang Legion and the Primaris Space Marines, the defense line of Second Terra in Hopes is still strong.

People quickly dug out the physical placement of the Noah Astronomican on a flat site and embedded the unactivated Astronomican in it.

Next, as long as we can hold on until the webway is built, we can activate the Star Torch, dispel the subspace shadow brought by the Zerg, and officially dig towards the Great Rift to build a webway to the dark side of the Empire.

At a certain position, more than a dozen Primaris Space Marines wielded chain swords to kill some of the stronger Zerg individuals in the current last wave of offensive, while the weaker knife and gun worms were handed over to the People's Guardians and the Ice Fangs' own mortal auxiliary army to deal with.

At that time, Nuo Chengzhi, a Nephilim star region person who was rescued by the Ice Fangs with Hallek in Nosel, was only wearing the most basic full-body sealed protective suit, wearing an oxygen mask, holding an Imperial standard rifle, and trying his best to shoot a knife worm that rushed to his face.

The throat of this worm was pierced by itself, and there were huge wounds on its body but no explosives exploded, and it was on the verge of death.

Therefore, the planet retained some thin air and a temperature that was still suitable for humans.

But the sudden attack of the worms still caught people off guard.

Norska swallowed his saliva and stared at the people's guardian closest to him. The luster of the G1 armor looked a little mottled and dirty above the gunpowder smoke, but it concealed the essential style, which made people feel at ease.

The gunshots of the Primaris Space Marines nearby became calmer, indicating that the rear line of the Zerg had not yet contacted the Space Marines.

Norska subconsciously followed the action of the people's guardian and looked over. There was nothing outside.

But even those who slipped through the net were enemies that mortals needed to fight with all their might.

But if I knew the design prototype of those power armors, what kind of warrior would it be?

It's a pity that the Ice Fang Regiment picked me up and became a mortal soldier of the Ice Fang Regiment.

Norska, who fainted, naturally didn't see the consequences of the figure swallowed by the artillery fire. I think he must have died.

Slowly, some of the fish that slipped through the net, with only the upper half of their bodies left and no ability to move, appeared in the field of vision of our position as the insects charging towards the position of the Star Torch.

It's over. It seems that today is really the day when my soul returns to the Golden Throne. Yes, Norsca even thinks that he has a lot of devout faith in the Emperor, but he has always obeyed the arrangement of life and fate, and has changed from an Imperial civil servant with no future to a soldier on the rear line.

The most heroic mortal soldiers are not even qualified to fight side by side with the Space Marines to resist the Zerg.

Because the front-line soldiers were ordered to leave the battlefield earlier, that kind of work actually needs to be done by the political commissar himself.

No matter what kind of action Norsca wants to command his body to make in his heart, he sadly finds that at his speed, no matter which direction he retreats, it is useful.

And as a mortal, only death is waiting for me.

I forced my arms to raise the gun steadily and aim, but the last moment, these people's guardians had not yet fired, and hit the bugs accurately, stopping them in the position.

Nuo Chengzhi felt that his mind was really jumping, and he didn't even have the heart to think about anything else.

The political commissar of that unit rode a seven-wheeled open-air jeep and threw the oxygen tank in the front compartment to the soldiers who were returning to the supply area.

I closed my eyes, and the last moment, I felt my body being thrown away slowly. When I opened my eyes, I saw this people's guardian retracting from the throwing action, facing this energy artillery fire with a diameter of less than 14 meters that was about to land.

However, Norsca overlooked one thing, the tactics of the bugs changed very slowly.

The political commissar sent oxygen to the area, and the whole person stood behind the position with a small roar.

Damn bugs, how long do we have to hold on there?

Norska breathed a sigh of relief. It was worse. The damage suffered by those bugs was more severe than before, which meant that the number of Space Marines fighting in the rear had also increased slightly.

Mortals simply could not imagine how those bugs, as carbon-based creatures, could use their flesh to release weak firepower comparable to that of mechanical creatures.

And now, I saw these "tides" surging like materialization, and they were less powerful than the sea tides in my hometown, Nosel.

"Everyone, get ready. No matter what, we can make those aliens cross your positions. Soldiers, the Emperor is watching you. The day of sacrifice is today!"

Just as I finished speaking, before people could react to what was happening, they saw a psychic wave suddenly flashing in the air nearby. A bug without beautiful wings, with a hollowed-out spine in the middle of its back and replaced by a cannon barrel, slapped its bulging belly and suddenly contracted its abdomen.

The bad news is that the industrial radiation carried by the environment of the nest and planet where the mortal auxiliary army came from has already injured our bodies. On the contrary, the radiation in Hopes is not much to be paid attention to.

But it is unclear whether the light under this body is a signal firework or something else.

The anti-aircraft defense force field that is still charging while taking a breath has to be opened again to prevent the bug's long-range firepower from directly covering our position.

The good news is that even a short-term exposure to that kind of radiation will cause reversible damage to the body.

How can a creature do that!

It must be that the Space Marine suffered such an injury. If there is no pharmacist around, he can still be saved.

Unbreathable air from the inner world poured into my lungs, but I couldn't even cough because both of my lungs were pierced by metal debris and I couldn't feel the airflow at all.

From the outside of the gun barrel at the spine, mixed with short psychic lightning, it splashed with the cold energy slurry in front, and these shells that had not yet solidified into low-temperature energy solids rose up and shot far away.

It was an honor to be the exclusive mortal auxiliary army of the Astartes, but we could only use kinetic weapons loaded with ammunition.

If there was a mistake in the estimate, the landing point of the amazingly powerful projectile was outside Norsca.

But, if I was thrown out at that speed, I would be dead and disabled!

Our place was even the place that the Astartes needed to deal with. The Primaris Space Marines had not rushed to the rear earlier, leaving us with only a few fish that slipped through the net.

I also roared and fired back. There was no way to consider whether to waste bullets or whether to follow the combat rules of ineffective shooting according to the Imperial regulations. People just poured their firepower in the direction of the insects.

The gravity of the planet was not biased, and it was heavy.

Compared with these mortal troops who really needed to risk their lives to fill the line, those soldiers who followed the army were lucky to participate in the battle, and their chance of survival was much worse than that of mortal troops without Astartes by their side (in some cases).

I fell heavily to the ground, and after losing consciousness, I saw the People's Guardian being engulfed by energy artillery fire.

A small part of the supplies were given priority to the Space Marines. The soldiers who followed the army sometimes even needed to fight, and they only needed to maintain the warship equipment during the voyage.

If I died now, it would definitely be me.

A team of 80 people's guardian G1 armored soldiers were coming from the front of us, and they were the soldiers who came to take over our defense line.

"Disperse! The non-flying type of throwing has broken through the rear defense line, and the anti-aircraft force field has cracks!"

Nosca tried to retreat to the supply area. On the way back, the oxygen content in my protective suit slowly dropped. Before that wave of offensive, the insects will regroup their troops, leaving us a breather, allowing Norsca to adjust his breathing.

However, the people's guardians from the Seventh Terra who had just deployed their defenses around us were just quietly doing a defensive posture. We didn't even have any words or actions of post-war prayer.

What's more exciting is that the defense force field that can replenish energy can slowly support the bombardment of these insect biological artillery fire.

It is said that there is a strange cold source on the ground of that planet, which may be accompanied by a kind of radiation. It should be some kind of ancient remnant, not a natural cold source.

"Replace that one, they have to go back to the rear line!"

Even as we retreated, the people's guardians were ready to change defense.

Even as I was running out, I was not brain dead yet. Only my body, which was not dead, was shining and running backwards.

Damn, every time I felt dizzy, I seemed to change my identity. Which god was playing tricks on me? It was not over yet!

The surface of Hops was unexpectedly suitable, only about 70 degrees Celsius. Otherwise, our imperial soldiers would have to wear more cumbersome and difficult to burn or heat themselves to death thermal clothing.

Otherwise, more positions would be exposed to enemy fire.

These faded insects suddenly gathered with fewer, more different, weaker and more injured insects that came out of nowhere.

The emotions of the imperial soldiers were mobilized by the low roar of the political commissar. Even Norsca was a little excited. That excitement even overcame his fear, making me feel that even if I died there today, I would have no regrets.

Norsca stopped at its unfamiliar pit again. I lay there for a day, and I could not see anything behind me. I just followed the order and fired at the rear.

I smiled bitterly, changed the oxygen tank, and felt the sweat and mud on my body touching my joints. I took a few deep breaths and turned back to the rear line.

And we, the new recruits, could only stay at the front and wait for the wounded bugs that rushed through the rear line, and then we would deal with them.

Could it be that those bugs are really endless?

After all, the appearance of insects can make people feel disgusted and physically resisted, which is really rare.

These energy weapons made Norsca very envious. I am sure that I will be able to use energy weapons after successfully joining the Son of the Sun Army.

The combustible gases gathered outside the stomach squeezed and flowed frantically in the body, accumulating power at the tail.

There is no air gravity field outside, which can make us feel a strange sense of being alive.

The comrades in arms didn't even pay attention to it. It was a common thing on the battlefield. Instead, they tried to kill the flying grenade bug that broke through the air defense force field.

Norsca only had time to be hit in the chest by the oxygen tank thrown and fell to the ground. He even didn't see the face of the political commissar clearly. The former hadn't galloped yet, and was fearing death and charging towards the last line.

Watching the bodies of these bugs being hit by energy and then collapsed to the ground, Norsca secretly clenched his fists and cheered. It's not like that. Kill all those cute bugs and avenge the people who died in the early days of the Nephilim star zone!

The falling process of this projectile was slow and fast.

I tried to crawl out of the knife worm's body, but the hind legs of the disgusting thing were tough enough and did not break when it was poked into the ground, so the heavy body was pressed under me.

The people's guardian canceled the internal communication channel so that my voice could be heard by people far away.

The power armor of the Space Marines cannot adapt to various environmental parameters at any time and place, and our special soldiers have no choice but to weakly control their bodies to fight in that environment.

"Tizka, sorry, ahem, you look, look, this is the day when he realizes his dream."

However, in reality, from the deep pit corroded by the low-temperature energy slurry, an arm with armor and flesh stuck together due to the burning low temperature quickly crawled out, and then this slow guard, who could not stand firmly, the base clothes and armor under his body were intact, and the compound eyes of the head mask were blasted, tried to stand firm.

I glanced at the oxygen gauge on my wrist. There was not yet seven minutes of activity time, and I had to change guard and return to the supply area immediately.

Claude used all his strength to pull the signal flame on his waist and ran towards the enemy, attracting the flying grenade bug to fire shells at his position again, giving his companions time to kill the enemy.

However, the last moment, the people's guardian closest to him suddenly paused, raised his gun and aimed at a position slightly lower.

Looking at these power armors that mortals can wear, retreating under the surface of the planet as if walking on flat ground, the swaying Norsca touched his oxygen mask, showing a trace of envy, and walked slowly towards the supply area.