Chapter 149: Using a Mortal Body to Resist the Power of a Demigod

That star system cannot sustain a war large enough to affect the entire star region. The lack of supplies spreads like a virus. Whether they are loyal or traitors, they are trapped beasts who need to survive in the warp storm. They must fight each other.

In the light of the void shield, the mortals are ready to go. The traitors are approaching. The radio is making noise. People must distinguish the voices of their teammates and the orders of their superiors. At the end of the long and twisted 40th millennium, the bumpy blue surface is no longer distinguished between traitors or loyalists. There is only life and death.

‘Enough ammunition! Plasma group equipment! For some reason, the servos have begun to paralyze on a large scale, and the servoskulls are not necessarily good! The armored forces are preparing for artillery fire. They have to delay time! ”

“In any case, it’s not the Empire, it’s not them, it’s not humans. They need to win that battle. The Skadi people are absolutely not afraid of heresy! "

Live or die, they have few choices. They aim at the enemy and use weapons, explosives and automatic guns, plasma or heat rays. The Emperor's wrath is ready to go. The Space Marines are also very tactful and look at the Imperial Guards with their vision distance far beyond that of mortals.

They are not afraid of the firepower of the Imperial Guards at such a distance, and the reason why they do not avoid them at all is probably because of the trust of the electronic dragons of Merovingian.

The lieutenant listened to the report from the radio. The humming noise was annoying. The good news seemed to be doomed to be disturbed by something strange. The lieutenant kept asking. "Bombard that? What happened to the Basilisk Column?"

The radio came intermittently. "The machine soul... is not... happy... shooting... missed..."

'Zizi... Zizizi." The sound became a complete noise. A bad premonition grew in his heart, and he couldn't help thinking that if the Emperor really blesses them, then please tell him, what did the heretics do?

But to protect the Imperial Armored Regiment and... the 113th Furaxia Regiment, he needed to fulfill his responsibilities as a man, and his cowardice became worthless. People will only move forward when they are in trouble. In any case, the months when he was protected have passed.

That time he had no shield at all, not his own mecha, not his companions, or his own lieutenant colonel.

"Can he do it?" The words came out of the lieutenant's mouth, talking to himself. He looked at the bloody things in the distance. The Chaos traitors wanted the Imperial Guard to die and wanted the world to be burned by war, but would the fire they carried burn their souls?

He lowered his head and said to the communicator. "Scout team, you can shoot. The code name of the operation in that war is Prometheus!"

In the wasteland and ruins, the mortal elites holding rail rifles are ready to go. In fact, the things that Skadi took from the Tau are not only those armors. Such easy-to-use and powerful things are also one of their goals. However, the relevant ammunition is not produced, and the Skadi regiment is not dependent on its use.

The soldiers are wearing sand suits and stuffing giant magazines as big as their legs into them. The terrible weapon is a rare terrible thing that can kill the Space Marines with one shot, and it also requires an extremely large killing weapon.

The gun is aimed, and the sand rolls over the dry crystals, making his display blurry, but he still holds his breath and concentrates.

But when the electronic magnification device began to fail, the sniper had to use mechanical sights to assist. The distance was almost the limit of human visual range. Prometheus was holding the fire, and he hoped that before the flames brought punishment to mankind, the foolish future comer would knock out the torch and extinguish the flames of the rebellious demigod.

Humanity could no longer afford a little fire, whether it was good or bad, could not change the corrupt status quo of the empire, and could not burn anything. It was the same at the end of the dark fortieth millennium.

And now, as the vulture punishing Prometheus, he needed to extinguish those things.

He shot at the changer (the traitor who destroyed peace) on behalf of the empire (the gods) (took away its heart). He had been lurking here for a long, long time, so long that the demigods could not detect his existence, so long that his entire body armor that could not hide his breathing and heartbeat was soaked with metabolites.

At this moment, his sacrifice will bring victory and peace. Without sacrifice, the empire will not be able to survive until tomorrow.

His turbid and sharp pupils have never moved greatly when he was in a natural environment, but now he has caught the target and stared at the man with full concentration.

The bright red armor, dark skin, and tall body are taller than his brothers. When he wears the helmet representing the command position and walks forward to investigate the pitiful battle situation, the body of Prometheus is also displayed in front of the vulture.

Vengar, the heart of the traitor, he pumps the consciousness known as dignity and bond like blood to command the traitors like the body of a giant. Just ask the scarlet angel to leave the mortal world, and his terrible legion will also disperse.

Shoot, shoot, his heart began to be agitated, those turbid things also echoed in his mind, but he remained calm, the people in front of him were not the enemies of the Skadi people, the people in front of him were not the enemies of the empire, but he had to wait like a stone, waiting for a chance to hit.

Fate slowly turned, those good, bad, wrong, wrong, loyal or twisted, were all in the place where the strong possibility hit after the trigger was pulled.

The Sword of Damocles is now hanging high above Vengar's head. The intense rail gun shooting and its terrifying power that exceeds the speed of sound are repeatedly accelerating in countless circles. If you want to describe it, it is probably the power of thunder. Millions more powerful built by the aliens gathered there, and the "Arrow of Orion" used by the empire to kill the aliens was there.

Death, that word flashed through Veengar's mind. He would die, almost at the moment when the rail rifle was fired. The thought appeared in his mind. The fear and what he saw with his superhuman vision made him regret his genetic modification. .

The lightning-like light cannot be noticed and observed by mortals, let alone the space warriors looking at their commanders in an instant. The thoughts of the supermen are instantly filled with the pride of occupying this place and the arrogance brought by the power of Merovingian. , turned into surprise, fear, and then no, expectation.

Looking forward to the death of their master, brother, and commander, they can return to their original ways, enjoy those bad things, and get what they want.

Ironically, for Veengar, the life-killing blade failed to bring about the salvation of his brothers that he recognized. For the Chaos traitors, it was a great loss, but it failed to open the life they expected.

Greed, distortion, those supermen can obviously move their legs, but the superhumans whose emotions can hinder the shooting remain unmoved, dare not move, and do not want to be moved.

Disappointment flashed through Wengar's mind. At this moment, he couldn't help but think that there were those mortals in Coco who would pity and miss his "merciful" leader, and all of that was not his pretense. He really has nothing, even though he holds a high position...

Death is not bad, the gods summoned him away, and he must listen to the words of the Great Destruction and the Supreme Heaven. His soul has been reserved. Although he came a little early and his great achievements were not complete, he was still satisfied. .

Weingar really gave up, but he was still angry and wanted to persist only for revenge, but his legs, fingers and arms that could usually crush rocks could not grasp anything at the moment. There was nothing, and the world was empty. One thing.

Why was his death so ridiculous, being killed by a mortal sniper? The auspicious instrument and his senses had deceived him, telling him that there was no danger here. Ceramic steel gave him confidence and allowed him to dare to move forward. Now his Arrogance should pay the price, and mortals once again taught him a lesson...

He closed his eyes. When a person can give up everything at his highest peak, it can be seen how strong his will is. Whether those things that make people obsessed can last forever.

His behavior made a person who would never save him move into action. The powerful spirit can wrap his body, the power of Merovingian, and the people who can control it are the dimensional blacksmith, the most thoughtful and most powerful person. The existence of his expeditionary force can be seized.

The arrows of the rail rifle are fired fiercely and are so powerful that if they fall into the spirit key, even if the spirit key learned by the tens of millions of years old AI in the subspace cannot stop it, it can make Vaingal survive.

boom!

Superman flew out, and the brothers came closer and pretended to be in love, and the big man showed off. "Commander!" But he saw Wengar holding his chest. That terrible thing didn't kill him?

At this moment, a group of supermen looked at Weingar indifferently and fearfully. They were not sure if they moved their legs at this moment, if they moved their legs at this moment! Can you... regain your freedom and entertainment?

When they came to the east, they saw the power whip. It was the fierce force of a certain blacksmith. They knelt on one knee. As a true veteran and Huron's confidant, Valtex's authority completely overwhelmed Wengar at this moment.

Weingar leaned weakly against the ruins, mutilated, and the blood in his chest kept flowing. His superhuman modified organs were smashed to pieces, and the stones and reinforced concrete in the ruins were also smashed by his body. It seemed that he was completely Unable to resist, he was doomed to death.

"Take the handful, and take all of him if I can make them victorious, blacksmith, he knows I want to beg."

As the dimensional blacksmith, Vartech put away his weapon. He could use that thing to control his servants. He stretched out his legs and injected the tonic prepared by the pharmacist into his heart through the injection port of the power armor. Those overloaded his flesh and blood. The tingling sensation of repair crawled back through Veengar's body.

"Why?" The Red Angel was extremely puzzled, but Valtek refused to say anything. "If he doesn't, he will be the Red Pirate. My value is great, that's all."

"Value? Is it because of saving his life?" Veengar's tone became cold, and resentment grew in his heart, because his brother was wrong for his indifference, even though Valtex saved him, But there is still a gap.

His bright red armor became cracked at this moment, and the dark carapace was exposed on his chest. Even those things were cracked. The muscles like Greek statues were slowly healing due to the medicine, but his eyes were very cold.

He stood up on his crumbling body, raised the gun, and wanted revenge and complaint. The heavy rail rifle prevented the vulture from leaving. The location exposed by the flash of shooting, the sensing equipment and auspicious device in his carapace flashed out. A sign of danger, and then the bomb cut through the air like a sharp blade, and the wound was on the chest, just like Weengar's pain.

The ensign was waiting for good news in the castle, but he got one. "Vulture death."

The second lieutenant looked at the vast open space and the traitors who were ready to move. His feelings for his comrades could not help but be touched. He looked at the cruel universe and took a deep breath.

He changed it to the military channel. "All the members of Skadi's only regiment, including the brothers of Gray Engal's twelfth regiment, should not waste time during the war, but he has to say that just now, their plan to snipe the enemy commander went bankrupt , then they will encounter a crazy counterattack by the heretics. Although those bloody things do not know how to control their war engines, the light of the emperor surrounds them. "

"And he is Skadi's only second lieutenant. We know him, but we have never seen him, but he also lives in the camp, eating unpalatable food and praising the emperor's glory. He once had nothing, and he was in the nest. I was struggling in the city, and the hell-like confinement was still vivid in my mind."

"But the Emperor chose him, and now they are different. They go into war, rifles in hand, even though death and misery surround them."

"The heretical witchcraft and their stupid weapons are causing meaningless interference. It is very likely that they have no supplies. They all know it, but they still want to fight eastward even with bayonets."

"They don't fight on slogans, they don't fight on faith, they don't rely on anything, they just want to survive, they just want to make the traitors who tore the empire pay the price, they just want to belong to Human things, in that dark... void universe, the light of the empire is eternal. Although it is not warm, it is better than the darkness. "

"All his comrades, in the name of the temporary commander, Dong Ling, they beg to protect the world until they are safe, or they all die, and those heretics have that choice, either die or they are defeated!"

The soldiers raised their weapons, and the heretic team moved forward slowly. Without the protection of the void shield, they could rely on their bodies to resist the bombs. Without the bombing of the basilisk, they had individual weapons to attack the supermen who were equipped with countless weapons better than them. .

And when the traitors slowly pressed in, the second lieutenant took a breath. Because of Merovingian's approach, the radio became more and more unstable. He didn't know why, but he could probably feel it. Would he be able to tell him those words? The Imperial Guard said the last thing.

he shouted with all his strength. "No Emperor! Brothers!"

I asked you to write 12,000. No, I didn’t write it out. Now the code is getting slower and slower. My joints and legs and wrists are aching for some reason.

Then it’s the so-called occupational disease. Don’t you understand very well?

Or maybe he rushed too much ()