Chapter 210: Settle the Nest

Finding cover is a magical phrase, at least not outside the Imperial Guard. As soon as this phrase appears, people will dodge around like crazy, but only the most experienced and veteran soldiers can survive.

Cover is not something that blocks the body's vision, but it is a treasure that can really help me survive. In the first few decades of the 40th millennium of the dark universe, this phrase has appeared more and more frequently among Imperial soldiers.

The cultists' shooting can penetrate the heavy Chimera armored vehicles, and the Imperial Guard's explosive beams are also the same. The fierce exchange of fire only took a moment, and the well-trained soldiers stood on the high ground. The Leitlings used the quantitative magazines one by one, in an orderly manner. The ensemble of Catachan, Skadi, and various weapons coordinated made people feel at ease.

Perhaps people living in war can fall asleep listening to such sounds. Of course, the lead singer of such a ballad is still the screams and wails of the traitors.

The explosive beam at that distance was still lethal. The core selling point of the beam weapon was its stability far exceeding that of ordinary weapons, not the projectiles fired by the gun itself.

They fought better than those flintlock rifles at such a distance, and with the help of Lemanus's rear boom cannon, the few garrisoned legions there were almost instantly torn apart. But after the war, the gate of the hive city was destroyed, and the city was bombed by the Empire engine because it was regarded as a hiding place for heretics.

The citizens of the Empire were crying in the ruins, children, adults, and the losses caused by the Imperial Guards were no different from those caused by traitors, no essential difference.

The Empire's troops would not exist if they did not exist, and would not exist if they did not exist. The essential problem led to the tragedy. Moreover, from the extreme character of the Empire, those people had become heretics who kowtowed to the cultists.

If there is sin in that world, it is probably because they are too weak to protect their own lives. Although Alanbair never likes social Darwinism, the dark universe will never allow the strong to survive.

It can even be said that if there is no Valhalla fortress world, if there is no Catachan death world, or even any other famous place, their fate will not be like this.

The evil of the empire is also born from this. Tens of millions of people, hundreds of billions of mortals, have made personal gains and losses and tragedies fade to the point of being almost forgotten.

"Forward, keep moving forward, occupy the planetary governor's mansion, the armored vehicles continue to move, Lemanus and Poison Blade move forward along the street, without hesitation." Alanbair seemed to ask himself to forget those kind shouts, and the empire's war engine stepped over the ruins and corpses and continued to move forward, just as they did countless times.

The cold still exists, and the temperature outside the hive is also minus ten degrees east, which is warmer than the previous madness. The flickering promethium lamps and the terrified residents, the imperial iron can prevent being attacked, and the residential areas are shot with guns.

What is wrong, what is wrong, the victory of the war is wrong, the blood wets the streets, and those civilians, who can become PDFs in the empire, can pick up weapons and kill people anytime and anywhere in the dawn.

That is why the Astartes have a bad attitude towards civilians. To be precise, all the imperial troops despise the lives of civilians. They protect the existence of humans, not individuals.

In that tragic dark universe era, the Space Marines had to be careful of the madmen who restrained the hot melt bombs, not to mention the Imperial Guard.

They are not the Astartes of the Salamanders. They don’t have a primarch father, nor do they have the will of steel, strong resolution, and enough body or armor to resist shooting.

"Continue to suppress fire, move forward, alternate, and stay alert."

The Imperial Guard is a neat war machine, moving forward with death and killing. They are not kind people. There are many scum and mortals among them, and their levels are uneven. Although the Skadi Regiment and the 597th Regiment of Valhalla are both real professional soldiers, they have no obligation and ability to protect civilians on a strange alien planet.

When arriving at the destination, the Imperial Guard used the auspicious instrument to detect the existence of the enemy in advance. The city there was almost a road plowed by flames and gunpowder, leading directly to the most strictly protected place by the cultists. Ailanbaier looked at the castle with his telescope, the beautiful manor-like castle located in the best and warmest area of ​​the hive.

The planetary governor certainly does not live there, but he needs to work, and the strict wrapping of the cultists there also confirms that the Imperial Guard has come to the right place.

That hive city is not as grand and complex as Necromonloda. It even has one floor and at most one foundation. It is not on the same level as those cities that are constantly stretching and as big as continents.

But it is not a political capital in the strict sense. The elite of the empire used to gather there, and now, the few living imperial officials and planetary nobles are definitely traitors, no doubt.

"Strict Imperial Guard style trenches, fortresses, watchtowers, sandbags are well manned, and some people surrendered. There is no doubt that there are at least two bases, and the number of people is three times theirs, close to 10,000." According to the row after row, the experienced Imperial Guards can quickly analyze the scale and scope of their former compatriots.

Surrounding the black Governor's Mansion, in the deliberately unconstructed area, there are standard Imperial Guard trenches, many individual weapons provided by the Mechanicus, a small number of servitors and priests, and even a few parked Lemanus.

"It is simply a replica of the Imperial Guard." The Letling kid said.

"It's the Imperial Guard, those traitors," Sergeant Catachan replied.

Alan Beyer said. "Interesting, the enemies there are not even fully equipped with those Mechanicus equipment. They obviously look more well-trained. In other words, the foundation of that group of people is not pure. The Black Mechanicus does not recognize them."

"And the disheveled cultists who blocked the door for them had no brains, but they had a lot of Mechanicus weapons."

The chief of staff realized there was something strange about that. "Does that mean that the forging world is using weapons distribution to interfere with the outside of other planets? There is even a..."

Alan Beyer replied. "It feels like a boss. Those three worlds already have such a triangular relationship. They are not the only three empire worlds thousands of light years away in that star field."

"Did the corruption begin in the forging world? In other words, the traitors have already existed. Those three worlds probably contributed greatly to the Red Pirates' invasion."

"The Mechanicus is prone to breeding heresies. After the forging world received the call for action, the armed forces united the three main worlds in that star region and blocked the loyalists in the Pangia sub-sector who could retreat."

Catachan gripped his carbine. "heresy…"

The Letling kid couldn't help but show a sad expression. To be honest, that incident was a bit too shocking, but judging from the abnormal situation in that world, the enemies of the empire had planned it for a long time.

Alan Bayer said no. "They came to the wrong place. If they had known this, they should have attacked the forging world with all their strength. It wouldn't be a problem to take over other areas."

"What should we do?" asked the Letling boy.

"If you are wrong, go to war, go to war against the enemies of the empire, and then go to the Forge World to support the Partorian Guards after you pacify that world!" Alan Bair said without hesitation.

"Aim at that heretic school-level commander, boy Letling." He pointed out the officer who was smoking due to stress outside the command bunker. This was a rare opportunity to confuse the defense forces on the opposite side.

"Okay, boss." Even though the distance was very far and there were many obstacles, the officer was sure that no one could hit him without triggering the alarm, so he was so relaxed.

The name of the Letlings is indeed popular in the empire, but everyone is wrong in their concept that stealing and cooking are greater than sniping, but it is not those three abilities, and sniping is the core of this group of demi-humans being accepted by the empire.

"Manticore array, aim at Lemanus and the bunker in the area, allocate the location, number of shots, ammunition status, and strive for precise strikes to destroy the enemy's strength within two rounds." The Sun Lord was like an imperial armored regiment commander. Use your own rights.

After those Imperial missile vehicles were accurately targeted, the Imperial Guard received a very high priority.

"The 597th Regiment of Valhalla, Skadi's first and only regiment, is ready to charge and win. Kill the enemy under covering fire."

All long-distance support has been arranged, and the Imperial Guard is ready to go.

Things were getting easier at this moment. What kind of strict positional warfare, if not done by the elite of the Imperial Guard, would be a fool's errand.

"Fire!"

The explosive beam smashed the officer's head, blood, death, despair, chaos, chaos, the command point was in chaos, the school level was basically the highest level on the planet, not to mention they couldn't face large-scale invasions every day .

The level of the expeditionary force and the garrison legion are vastly different in terms of equipment and awareness. Although they can definitely kill troops like PDF, they are still inferior in the eyes of the elite Imperial Guard.

In an instant, their order was disrupted, death, chaos, missiles falling in flames, the Emperor's wrath smashing the traitorous Lemanus machines and bunkers, bringing Skadis, Valhallans, and countless others from the east. forward.

"Hurry up and destroy the empire!" The staff shouted with the roar of explosive bombs, and several Chimeras and Lemanus charged forward.

But there are still people who take up arms in the chaos, especially the damn traitors in the heavy equipment team. The anti-armor missiles are enough to penetrate Lemanus' armor, and the Chimera armored vehicles are even more urgent.

"The enemy is using heavy anti-armor equipment!" the chief of staff shouted, Alan Beyer picked up the weapon, bang bang, loaded and fired the leg and fell instantly.

"Keep moving forward!" Projectiles and fragments continued to spatter. Thanks to Lemanus's resistance and cover, while the infantry cleared heavy anti-armor and vehicles covered the infantry, the advanced infantry-tank coordination tactics allowed the Skadis to There is no doubt about moving forward.

When the Emperor's Baneblade crashes into the enemy's defenses, the screams and the enemy's defeat are irreversible.

"Go to hell!" The power weapon was tit for tat. The Sun Lord, Alan Bair, cut open the traitor's body in an instant. After all, compared to the true spirit, the mortal body was nothing, and what was wrong to him was even more important. Whether you are familiar with the road.

But he didn't notice that a Heretic Lemanus, which was barely surviving from the gunfire, poked its head out. The huge muzzle seemed to be very launchable, but there was just something wrong with the track.

Its pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the Commander of the Imperial Guard, and unless the Emperor returned, no ordinary man would be able to take advantage of that attack.

"Get away!" The sergeant yelled at this moment. He raised the melt, and the ancient technology that was developed to cut through the armor was now spraying hot and sizzling heat.

That powerful fiery lady instantly scorched the buzzing Imperial engine turret, and the traitor inside was also roasted.

"Thank you, Sergeant." Ailanbaier said with lingering fear. After all, it was not a good feeling to be spotted by the main gun of a tank.

The sergeant nodded, and the Imperial Guard completely occupied the outer side of the eastern trench, constantly advancing to the outside with the power of armored vehicles, unstoppable.

And I can't count on the willpower or morale of those people. Soon they collapsed at the touch of a button, ran out, and were killed one by one by the Skadi soldiers.

People who have no will and don't know why they are fighting are not reliable, and fate doesn't seem to favor such fence-sitters.

The whole war took only a few minutes, extremely fast, almost unstoppable, and the emperor's anger was also like this. When the Imperial Guard entered the command point, the high-level traitors inside had already shot themselves with their own explosive leg guns, and their heads were blown to pieces.

"They got it cheap!" The boy Leitlin cursed.

"Go and catch the governor, he may also be the core of the traitor, they can use him to get information!" Ailanbaier realized, but at this moment the governor was already fleeing forward on his floating car. He needed the star port, that world was still his, his original power commanded the numb civilians to work for him.

That fat, stupid imperial noble, his ancestors were smart people, they devoted themselves to the empire, and they were heroes of the Imperial Guard. If he was just a maggot.

That fat, obese, messy clothes and disgusting equipment, that giant maggot squirmed, and the efforts of the Imperial Guard were wiped out.

"Don't let him run away!" Ailanbaier said so, but he was not sure, and he couldn't shoot, his information was more valuable than his life.

"Go to the star port, faster than him, block the streets, speed up!" Ailanbaier sat in the Chimera armored vehicle, which was the fastest engine of the Imperial Guard, but it was still hard to say whether it could catch up with a flying vehicle in the complex nest.

But he still stepped on the accelerator, trying his best, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

Even though he could knock the thing down with one shot, the Empire needed to clarify the situation, and the race for life and death began...