Chapter 151 Your Gods Love Blood, so Give Them Blood in Return

Chapter 151 My gods love blood, so I will give them blood in return

Time goes back to about half an hour ago, in the original fortress of that city, a bomb passed by at low altitude, the sound of breaking through the air and the obvious pits in the Mechanicus's adamantium fortress were punched. The destructive power of the two exploding human weapons was enough to split the loyal mortals in two, even if the shooting port designed by the Mechanicus for the castle was only the size of a gun barrel and an eye.

The accuracy of the Space Marines surpassed human thinking ability, accurate and deadly. When the loyal soldier's weapon and his leg were blown up by a bomb, he collapsed on the ground, but the loyalist was still alive. He lifted up his partner, but there was no leg where the gun was held. The red bones and broken muscles, the broken laser gun and his fate, no longer had the possibility of fighting.

He did not shout, did not scream, but looked at the disabled leg burned by the heat of the bomb and thought about how he would dedicate himself to the Emperor in the future.

The medical team brought artificial skin and hemostatic agents. He said nothing, but when the military doctor took out the painkiller, he said, "Well, don't give it to him. He can't hold a gun. Give it to someone else." Although he must be in pain, he just wants to survive. Nothing else matters.

If a painkiller can prolong the war and kill one more traitor, then it will be better than his pain. In that crazy arena, no matter what, noble or humble, powerful or ordinary, they are trapped.

But no matter how dedicated a soldier is, he can't change the decadence of the war. The radio stopped for unknown reasons, and the Imperial Guards in various parts of the huge fortress can fight alone. If the Skadi hadn't experienced similar situations for a long time, they would probably have retreated out of fear.

The void shield has stopped, the servitors and the Mechanicus priests have also been shut down, and the protection force has dropped on a large scale. The basic power weapons are difficult to operate, and the complex equipment involving strong machine souls has all fallen into a strange silence.

He could also understand that Furaxia would not abandon their war engines. They had to stay on standby and wait for the machine souls to recover. Although their infantry combat effectiveness would not be too bad, the machines that represented the honor of the empire would be left unattended.

And if the machine souls could be activated, the situation on the battlefield would change instantly. A Lemanus could also bring a lot of hope and let the traitors taste the pain.

The lieutenant could wait. The Knight Titan in the mechanical fortress could not be activated either. The strange electromagnetic interference made the machine souls completely lose their vitality, as if they were dead.

When the iron body could not move, the Imperial Guard could use blood and flesh to drive victory. They held weapons on their legs, like walls, using flames and projectiles, life and sacrifice in exchange for the traitors' slightly slow steps.

The flame of life burned fiercely in the dark fortress. In each of its firing holes, the power of the formation was extremely strong, but the traitors were in order. Assault teams, tactical teams, chaos destroyers, blast bombs could blow up mortals together with the bunkers, and heavy plasma guns could melt the walls made of adamantium.

Loyalists died all the time, but the traitors stumbled here and kept moving forward. Merovingian's powerful spirit was also spreading, but Vengar was not happy. Merovingian could not cover the imperial armored forces several kilometers away, but it was using all its spirit to drive those forces.

One day, if they couldn't take it, they had to give up, otherwise Merovingian, whose spirit was exhausted, would burst into the fire of lion tail scorpions and petrified lizards.

It was also because of the existence of Merovingian that Vengar chose to completely abandon the vehicle. At present, it seems that his choice was not wrong, and even very accurate. The Red Corsairs did not lack heavy armor. They needed to break through, break through those sieges, and take away that world, so the armor would become a burden.

His rough voice spread in the communicator with anger. Merovingian deliberately retained the communications and power armor of the traitors, which was perhaps the most terrifying part.

At this moment, the time was ripe, and the distance between the troops gradually narrowed to the distance that the jump packs could touch. The supermen were ready to go, and they covered each other. At this moment, the sharpest blades of the Space Marines were piercing the sky, bringing death and despair.

"Assault team, invade! Death is falling from the sky!"

"Death is falling from the sky!"

Whoosh, sizzle, flames burned, the flying backpacks flew into the sky, nightmare angels crossed the sky, appeared from the trenches, from hell, from the traitors, those crazy and terrible power legs with explosive leg guns and chainsaw swords appeared, and the killing and madness they represented were like a curse.

Ask the mortals of the Empire, what can best represent the Astartes Brothers, then he will definitely answer, assault team, airdrop angels descending, the Emperor's divine power, but at this moment, those things appeared in front of him, and the despair and madness they brought were even more difficult to erase.

The Emperor of God is here, and it seems that nothing good will happen in that world!

When the angels who once protected the empire drew their swords against the mortals, the soldiers of the 12th Infantry Regiment of Gray Engal were in chaos, but the Skadi people remained firm.

"Shoot, shoot!" Melt, plasma, laser, even if the angels moving at high speeds could not hit, the Skadi guns still did not stop, shooting, killing, crazy.

If one person can't hit, then two people, two people can't hit, three people can hit, three people can hit the whole regiment, the strong firepower network even forced the flying bag troops to choose the position where the flanks were weak but not easy to land, and their honor power armor was broken by the attack of the heat ray, even the strongest shoulder armor was cracked, and some were even injured.

The strong will to fight allowed the Skadi people to once again achieve greatness that can be praised in the empire. If they can survive and come back to the east, that thing can even be praised by their family in their era. Of course, the prerequisite is not coming back alive.

Dozens of flying birds landed on the dark side of the castle like doves. They carried murderous intent and anger, like crazy messengers. The bright red armor and traces of the eight-pointed star represented the gods' wrongful feelings towards them.

Their evil grilles emitted harsh electric sounds, carrying almost inhuman shouts. Even mortals who came close would feel as if they had been bombed, with their eardrums ruptured and blood flowing from their eyes.

"Death is coming from the sky! Blood donation to the blood god!"

The company staff shouted now. "Fire, fire!" In this narrow and pitiful place, where there is no outer wall of the castle, and there is no room for detours for mortals, they can face those supermen head-on.

Bolters, chainswords, and crazy things wreaked havoc on the Imperial Guard's exterior, and they strode as if the loyalists were worthless, as if the stones on the roadside could be kicked away, and their target stopped at the edge. The heavy bomb group, or the Skadi Elite Company, which is a strong threat to the Space Marines.

A fortress full of Imperial Guards would be a troublesome invasion even for aliens in the galaxy, but for Space Marines, the level of regular training and even the intensity of their superhuman training would be too much. Far beyond being surrounded by ordinary people.

Lasers cannot destroy their armor, but the powerful visual system and modified reflexes of the Space Marines can find those Imperial Guardsmen with melta or heat rays on their legs.

At this moment, the sergeant in the assault force wearing the crown of the Khorne Warrior instantly killed a Skadi soldier wearing a complete carapace. The existence of the monomolecular blade and the roar of the chain sword could destroy such a single soldier's protection. Armor, the invincible carapace can even withstand the sudden close-range shots of the orcs, but it is torn apart like tofu by the chain sword, and the flesh and blood are scattered like raindrops, wet on the armor of the Space Marines.

"Blood is sacrificed to the blood god, and the head is sacrificed to the skull throne." With extremely quick reaction time, he grabbed the Skadi soldier and consciously held it halfway up. He raised the half of it, swung it like a weapon, and smashed it into the mortal body. On demand, a soldier will be knocked unconscious in an instant.

The shooting lasers basically hit half of the Skadi soldier's carapace in the east. That thing used the body of the loyalist as a shield and weapon, and rushed forward. Compared with efficiency, it was more efficient. With intimidation and fear, that kind of fighting suits his heart.

Furious laughter, the gift of the gods, was flowing and swaying in his heart. Did he long for such a thing when he joined the Black Heart King's army, but his joy of killing was suddenly interrupted, and his shoulder armor suddenly shattered. crack, and he has experienced countless battles and tasted that weapon.

He wiped the mark on his shoulder. "Pulse rifle?" He was confused. It should be a titanium alien thing, but...

He looked at the shooting position. He saw a young man with good eyesight, but a little immature. He was holding a modified Tau weapon in his legs. He looked at him with almost hatred. The sergeant had killed him before. Many Imperial Guards are also aware of their military rank system.

"Second Lieutenant?" He said slightly frivolously, but the mortal actually fired again, bringing humiliation in front of his demigod. The sergeant raised the Skadi soldier in his legs and let the pulse rifle beat him to pieces. , then he said with interest.

"Brothers, don't move your legs and circle the place. He wants to have some fun with that kid."

He threw away the firearm in his legs, took off his jump bag, and used the chainsword to show off to Second Lieutenant Han with the sound amplified by the grille. "According to the honor of his former legion, he applied to me for a one-on-one duel. If he comes east to fight with him, will they start to hide and seek? Mortals?"

He did this because that kind of joyful duel was most suitable for Khorne's preference. Destruction probably preferred bravery and duel in addition to killing. Those messy things made up his complicated mood, but it was not the Khorne champion. A brave man knows very well how to win the favor of his god, so he kills and fights.

The second lieutenant had no reason not to accept it. He knew very well that even if he did not accept it, the terrifying demigod could slaughter all his brothers with bare legs and bare fists. If he could delay the monster with rituals and honors, then the chance of winning the battle would be high. will be bigger.

"He promised me, traitor, but he would not give away his weapons."

the sergeant replied. "That's more interesting." Just like a cat who won't kill a mouse but enjoys its struggle, he prefers those who have the desire to resist compared to mortals who are completely unable to resist.

When the second lieutenant walked out of the bunker, the Imperial Guards could watch their commander go to die, but they could not stop them. In front of the Killing Angels, they could hold their guns on their legs and watch in fear the demigods created by the Empire. and tease them.

"Blood, he smelled my blood, the blood that beats in his heart, the blood that is loyal to the false Emperor Corpse Emperor." The sergeant wiped the solidified substance on the chain sword, and then commented on the determination of the loyalist, which made him even more excited. By offering those loyal souls to Khorne, he will be rewarded even more.

That's why he fell in love with the second lieutenant. People with strong wills are very interesting.

The second lieutenant felt that his heart had never beat so fast in his life. The huge giant was pressing in front of him like a god, and the indestructible weapons in his legs were like toy guns. Fear and hesitation grew, but he was very Get out of that feeling.

Tension turned into crazy adrenaline secretion, driving his ordinary body, using all his strength to live. Fear is useless, survival requires blood.

"Speak to... to my gods..., speak..." The lieutenant was inarticulate because of the overlap of excitement and depression. His legs and arms were shaking. Yes, his whole body was shaking, and he couldn't stop it, because he could feel the strangeness of the heretic and the power of the demigods.

But his first half of the sentence was so clear that even the stupidest Ogryn could understand it. "I want blood, give it to me!"

The hot wind of the battle swirled high above the castle. It was hard to imagine that such a large-scale interstellar war would pin victory and fate on such a duel, but people couldn't help but pay attention to it, and Vengar didn't stop it.

The Chaos Gods were watching in the void, the demigod brothers were looking forward to it, and the mortals were crawling on the ground. All of them were quiet. When the huge pendulum of the Mechanicus swung and made a sound, the demigod died.

Fast, extremely fast, extremely crazy. The lieutenant was a full hundred meters away from him, but he almost felt that he was in front of him in an instant. His heartbeat was so fast that he almost went into shock, but his mind was extremely clear. If he wanted to survive, he had to shoot.

Grasp everything, only in this way, firm belief, praise victory, look forward to... very!

Shoot!

Bang!

The demigod lowered his body instantly, and the strong attack hit his shoulder armor, the ceramic steel cracked, and he rushed forward like a tank.

Bang!

Feeling the bloody smell of the armor, the lieutenant felt for the first time that the smell of the organ was not bad, and even slightly sweet, as long as it was fresh enough, and the red fragments he had just spit out were probably absolutely fresh.

The pain was not as intense as he had imagined, and the feeling was not very clear. Adrenaline made him numb. He raised his gun and hit the traitor's armor again and again, but the sergeant didn't care. Even if the skin on his armor had ulcerated and the plasma destroyed his muscles, he still didn't care.

Because Khorne didn't care whether anyone bleeds, and he needed blood.

The sergeant didn't even use the chainsaw sword. He wanted to hold the mortal like that, let him hit the wall, smash into pieces, to bathe his honor.

Hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty... When the lieutenant and the wall had a date for their lives, he realized that he was going to die, he was finished, and his life was obviously not long.

It's funny, he had told the lieutenant colonel before that he was born in the hive, had nothing, and would not be afraid, but when that thing really came, he almost cried.

"Ah...ah!" He lost the ability to speak. At the first moment of his life, he wanted to say some last words, but it was useless.

The Chaos traitor laughed wildly. He felt the fear of the mortal in front of him, which made him happy and happy. Although the mortal did a good job, that thing made him his badge, hanging high on his chest.

"He thanked me for leaving a wound. My gun hit his flesh and blood, which made him more successful in pleasing him. Mortal, go to see Destruction!"

"Ha!" He spread his body and wanted to enjoy the blood, but suddenly felt that his body was pulled by some force, a huge force that even his strength could not break free of.

"Huh?!"

At this moment, the sky was in the sky, many parachutes opened, and the transport planes could not get close there. The Skadi veterans could choose to land in that way. Alan Baier took the relic leg gun and shot the traitor's back. Gravity pulled the demigod and saved the boy's life, and he had to admit that he had to thank the lieutenant.

He delayed well, but wasn't it a bit too crazy to fight against the Space Marines alone?

Why is he writing more and more complicated now, and even started to do flashbacks