Chapter 113 Cleaning up the Wreckage/Setting Sail Again
Chapter 113: Clean up the wreck and set sail again
The smell of blood, stench, decay, the demon of that thing left, the host died, and the body of Skug, which was tortured to decay by the warp, turned into a dry and rotten mummy, oozing out rotten liquid.
"Disgusting!" Alanbairma didn't feel so disgusted even when he lifted his shoes and stepped on the rotten leaves in the forest.
But the hurricane of fate will finally be extinguished tomorrow, and Alanbair, the 4th Skadi Regiment, the 113th Fraccia Regiment and hundreds of millions of humans in that star region, who are in the eye of the hurricane, will be saved.
For such a small victory, the sacrifices and prices paid by humans are countless, and the Emperor blesses, if Alanbair didn't get the relic, if the war between the greenskin tribes didn't break out, the plan would not have been so smooth.
The Space Marine sergeant saluted the mortal in front of him. Although he was still arrogant, the Empire's worship of force made him salute any loyal person who was sufficiently martial.
"Well done, mortal."
Lieutenant Colonel Alanbair returned the Eagle salute. "You too, Sergeant." Because there was no arrogance like that of Space Marines or Angels, that sentence sounded like what the Imperial Guard Captain said to the Sergeant.
The Destruction Eagle Sergeant was not angry, but picked up the body of the demon, crushed it with his thick legs and fingers, and then cleaned it with a flamethrower, which means that he acquiesced that the Imperial Guard officer in front of him could call him that.
There were not many mortals in the Empire who were recognized by the Space Marines for the first time and honor. Generally, only sacrifice, courage, and force far beyond normal people can make those demigods put aside their prejudice and arrogance.
The mission of the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Regiment of the Paltoria Guard became to encircle the greenskins who escaped when the Space Marines were slaughtering in the east.
They probably can't clean it up completely, and the greenskins will be reborn in the spring breeze, not to mention that the machine souls there are intentional to protect the orcs, but it can be imagined that the ancient technology preserved in such a huge wreck should allow people to continue to survive for a long time.
Although the orcs in the east are still frightening and headache, a large number of adventurers who don't know how to live or die and want to make a fortune will continue to enter, bringing countless treasures for the empire with their lives, which may suppress the orcs.
Then the 143rd Regiment of the Paltoria Guard will be stationed on the surface of the wreck, and the Imperial Navy Fleet will conduct long-term orbital monitoring around that thing to ensure that no orcs can come to the surface and use those disgusting orc buildings on the surface.
Soon that terrible place will be transformed into an inexhaustible treasure house of technology and a place of death. The Mechanical Church will arrange a magic sealing ceremony to suppress the machine souls there, and the spirits will become popular roasting mercenaries, and the mortals who brought all that, holding bottles and jars for a long time, will gather in the trenches on the surface of the wreck.
They walked there, using simple sandbags as tables, alien corpses as benches, empty cans as wine glasses, and cans heated with promethium as delicacies.
The soldiers sang vulgar ballads, poured Amset or Snake Wild Wine into their throats, cut the delicacies thrown from the orbit to the east, and feasted on the food they desired.
And the song was heroic and joyful, enough to cross the void and reach the emperor of the highest sky.
"Before dawn, wars continue. The blades of the chainsaw swords are chilling. They want them to disappear from Terra. They want humans to disappear from the universe."
"Oh~ Oh my God, oh, his emperor, ugh, his God Emperor, they want to beg you to disappear from Terra!"
"The words of heresy are as deadly as blades. They sink into his flesh and blood. All conspiracies are buried in the rhetoric, his, in the sweet words!"
"Oh, his emperor! His God Emperor, they will not disappear from that universe, oh, his emperor..."
The soldiers raised their cups, accompanied by Amset, in the alcohol and the stinky faces of the staff, under the commander's promise, the military department didn't know, ding ding dong, the cups hit, and the delicious food was eaten.
The Imperial Guard has staff at the company level. Those loyalists from the Zhongsi Academy are full of doubts about Ru Ming's unruly behavior, but with the consent of the senior staff, they can allow such stupid things as drinking during wartime.
The Imperial Guards were also very simple. They were happy with the low-quality, turbid stuff brewed by the Hive City. Even if it tasted bad, it was the best celebration for them.
But Lieutenant Colonel Alanbair did not participate in it. Instead, he was standing in the mountains composed of the wreckage of abandoned warships. The two-kilometer-long metal mountains that protruded from the sky were ups and downs in that place. The orcs' war rocks were in the distance, and the smile of the second brother was even more vivid.
But he was not there to enjoy such a "beautiful view". Beside him, the sergeant of the Destruction Eagle Regiment stood. He took off his helmet, revealing the middle-aged face and brown hair with silver nails on his forehead.
"Mortal, he asked me again why I knew about the existence of demons."
"His statement did not represent his chapter or the Adeptus Astartes, but was merely a personal curiosity. That's why he asked the question without wearing a helmet."
Alanbair knew very well that if he took off his helmet, the Adeptus Astartes' war equipment would leave the power armor backpack, and all the sophisticated equipment in it, including the communication attack, would stop. Such an action had already expressed his sincerity, and there was no benefit in him dodging it any further.
"He got a memory in his short life, a memory that was so real that he was not sure whether he was himself or who he was. There was a beautiful human world, a stable life, and the future of Asia. Information clearly recorded and made public by the Space Demons, the Supreme Gods, and even the Dark Ages and the Great Crusade.”
The sergeant stopped moving, unsure. "Well... then, can I deny that the most dangerous existence in the galaxy is just those things in my mind? Although I don't know whether they are true or not, there is no doubt that they are valuable and will also pull you into the abyss."
"And I, without even telling my soldier, told him?"
Alan Beyer replied. "There are no airtight walls in that world. The legendary Black Library also has records of those things. No matter how the empire hides it, someone will always know about it, and no matter how dark he is, he will not be able to hide it forever."
"Just beg him to continue to increase the pressure until the empire knows that he knows a lot, but is unable to do anything openly because of his heavy begging. That's enough."
"You don't really think that Sun Lord Macarius, the greatest mortal in the Empire in the past hundred years, would really be stupid enough to die in an unexplored world, just because of illness and the depression of a failed expedition?"
"In that universe, his life doesn't matter at all. It doesn't even matter if the Sun Lord is wrong about that empire. Mortals are just the cornerstone. No one cares what Cement thinks."
"There will be trampling, and there will be trampling in the face of concrete treatment, sir, but he still will not resist the empire, because at the end of that dark 40th millennium, according to his memory, great things happened."
"And...the Primarch will return."
The sergeant's huge body trembled obviously. Even if he heard so many words that could be evaluated as treacherous, he was not one-tenth as excited as the news about the original body.
"No?" He answered urgently.
Alan Beyer said. "Tell me, I'm in that boat, and is he a heretic, corrupted by demons, glib and scary."
"In that world, desire, curiosity, joy, and all emotions will become the root cause of heresy sprouting in my heart."
"Sir, I forgive him for speaking directly, but if you really listen, there will be no turning back."
The sergeant put it on his helmet to signify the end of that call. "Lieutenant Colonel of the Fourth Skadi Regiment, he has handed over my bravery and experience to the Ministry of Military Affairs. The Empire will remember my sacrifice and contribution." He said a few official words and then jumped east with a jetpack. Alan Bair lamented the determination of the Space Marines, no wonder they could endure the corruption of subspace.
And that's why he told the sergeant. First, he had already guessed the wrong side. If he didn't make it clear, suspicion would arise and eventually develop into an irreversible contradiction.
Secondly, no matter what, there are so many things that can be read in his poor head in that world, and there are no airtight walls in that world, unless he is dead.
Alan Bair walked on the top of the hulk, looking at the long horizon to the east, and an idea couldn't help but come to his mind.
How could he go east? The main peak of the Five Mountains is only 1,500 meters. That is more than 2,000 meters. How could he go east? !
When he was brought here by the Space Marines, he had no idea that he would be forgotten. Obviously, those words had a great impact on the sergeant, and Alan Bair could tremblingly open the communicator.
"Um, what about Noboldero? Is the captain here?"
The communicator answered. "Here, they are bombing and clearing the orc forts. What's wrong? Commander of the fourth regiment of Skadi."
"Come to the communicator signal track when you have time. If he climbs the mountain and doesn't make it east, the entire transport ship will pick him up..." Alan Bayer replied with a blushing face.
A questioning voice came from the communicator. "Huh? What did you say, sir?"
Alan Beyer emphasized again. "The whole transport ship picked him up, he's in the mountains and there's no way to go!"
The communicator answered. "No, sir!" Then Coco forgot to cut off the communication, and heard happy laughter coming from the other side...
Half an hour later, the flaming Bulldog transport plane landed from the orbit, in front of Alan Bayer. After climbing up through the rope ladder, Colonel Ryan and the staff walking inside asked Alan Bayer.
"How did I get here? It's two thousand meters. The atmosphere there is unstable and very thin. There is no oxygen equipment when climbing mountains at such a height..."
Alan Bair patted away the dust stained on the top of the hulk mountain. "Well, he is the most loyal and powerful officer in the empire, and he has been there for a day or two. What does it mean to climb two thousand meters?"
"Then I won't let anyone pick me up!" the staff officer scolded.
"I'm tired of climbing." People ask for face and trees ask for bark. Trees will die if they don't have bark. People without face are invincible. Alan Bayer drank the coffee used by the pilot of the transport aircraft, which was very natural.
Ryan patted the speechless staff officer at school and asked Alan Beyer again. "I beg to leave, no no?"
Alan Bair nodded. "Of course, he didn't deny the Imperial Guard there, or he came there by accident. Although he likes the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment very much, there is no war in Tiandong that will not end."
Ryan nodded at school. "He went back and coded the letters of recommendation and commendation for me. I really wanted to know that the military affairs department of the sector was handing me an application for additional supplies. I will stay there for a few days and wait until I get the quota. The Partoria Guard is in that sector. You have some say."
A trace of hesitation flashed across Alan Bayer's face, but it quickly disappeared. "No, his friends, comrades, servants of the emperor, and his hometown have lost contact with him for too long. During that time, he always felt that something happened. They must reach the eastern region as soon as possible and pass through a standard star region. They're home."
The size of a star sector in the empire varies, such as the five hundred worlds of Ultramar. If you know that the solar system only has 8 planets, you can get a glimpse of the hugeness of an empire star sector.
About two and a half months, even if the subspace travel is not allowed, it will take two months. It is very possible to stop the trip for supplies, and then enter the Mandeville Point for half a month. If the journey goes well, the homecoming expedition can be concluded.
Ryan salutes Alan Beyer at school. "Yes, but I must ask for his letter of recommendation. Even in Elora Curtain, there are Astra Militarum soldiers who know him, which will make my travel easier."
"Thank you again, comrade. If there is another danger one day, the Skadi Fourth Regiment will still have no hesitation."
Alan Beyer said.
Ryan answered at school. "He told me exactly what he said, if there is any disaster in Skadi, I will see help coming from him in two months' time."
"Tell my Astropath to get ready."
He stretched out his legs. "And remember, the friendship between Skadi and Partoria will not fade with time. If it were not for me, there would be no living person in that sector."
Alan Bair held the palms of his legs, and the command leg braces worn by the Imperial Guard officers were taken off, leaving only Dong's powerful and scorching warmth.
"No Emperor, brother," he answered.
"No emperor." The schoolmaster nodded.
At the end of that dark 40th millennium, amid despair and pain, sacrifice and death, friendship and strong alliances continued to emerge in the most cruel situations. No matter how the Empire and the Ministry of Military Affairs continued to obliterate the feasibility of the Imperial Guard's alliance, human beings The emotions are still strong and bright.
The union of the two Imperial Guard regiments was like a sharp blade cutting through the green-skinned star sector, using iron, blood, lead bullets, stainless steel and lasers to change the tragic fate. Human beings are not like this, constantly in the dark. The universe has been struggling until it becomes clear.
When the Bordero's engine burned again and the pistons turned, the story of the Imperial Guard continued to open a new chapter.
The endless void cannot cover up those good things, those things that can span the entire galaxy, but in Skadi, in Gondwar VI, in the Pangia sub-sector, the entrenched evil also begs to be unveiled...
It’s best if it ends like that ()