Chapter 215 The Worm in the Wall

"It's polite, Founding Governor. It's rude to come here uninvited. In return, he will take a photo of me for tomorrow's front page, in my current posture." The sergeant pressed the data pad and just said that His terrible body was enough to ruin his reputation, but the governor didn't care.

"Do I think you can go back? Secondly, Brother Astartes, the minion of the Empire, Falcon, I think if he falls, will the Imperial Guard treat the world badly?" The Governor remained calm, his data pupils Looking at the soldier, his leg fingers, or to be precise, countless leg fingers were tapping on the control panel.

"Is it okay if I take refuge in Chaos?" the Master Chief asked.

"Does the Empire care about me?" the Governor asked the most deadly question. "How many Space Marines were killed by the High Lords after the Badab War, and those unwarranted sins were pinned on the heads of those heroes. That denies my loyalty."

"Even if the blood has dried up, I may not be recognized. After all, there is no difference between the Space Marines and the Adeptus Mechanicus, right?" The Governor confuses the public with his lies and changes the concept. Can the Space Marines be the son of the Emperor's son? , in terms of blood relationship, Coco is more "human" than today's humans.

What's more, the Eagle of Destruction was born in the Ultramarines Chapter of the Sons of Guilliman, and he is not the purest blood group. If it is normal, the Master Chief cannot be bewitched by him.

But the slightest hint of hope and expectation in his heart made the space warrior's thoughts confused, and Ruming became even more uncertain.

"I said…"

At this moment, the governor suddenly stopped moving. "Enough, time is over. Astartes, I was just in time to shoot." He pressed the east button, and the buzzing gears and strange things jamming appeared in the sound of the servo.

The monsters in the petri dish raised their heads and looked around in a humane manner, and soon, greed that was based on biomass crawled into their minds.

When the four muscular Astartes were in front of them, compared to the highly modified iron lump on the high platform, they almost didn't need to control before they attacked the Master Chiefs crazily.

At this moment, the genetic sage showed a trace of human pain, and then he was relieved. Although the group of insects was not completely controlled by him, it was enough when the number was so huge.

But even so, not only is the control system not perfect, but the number of samurai who walked out of the petri dish is only about 50, and even if the flesh and blood of subspace and demons are added, those things will only change from crazy to okay. Be a little quieter.

The power of the insect swarm is too strong. It is not a problem to block the call of the insect nest or let the beasts sleep forever. He paid such a high price to produce the insect nest warriors and their parasitic weapons...

He also knows when to do something. He moves his huge body and moves out very quickly. Where is his forbidden area, and no matter how he leaves, it is the thing he knows best. In comparison, the Eastern Space Marines are much more passive. .

Those terrifying things with tearing claws and venom cannons on their legs were driven eastward by biomass, and the Master Chief furiously fired a bomb that passed by the Governor's huge body, and was hit by a tit-for-tat samurai bug. Disrupted the rhythm.

When the Master Chief wanted to ignore that damn giant creature, but was blocked by its complex and powerful compound feet against the roaring power sword, and watched the Gene Sage leave, his anger reached its limit.

The Falcon roared in the light of the Destruction Stand. He kicked away the roaring and twisted face of the thing, and inserted the power sword into its head. After roaring and trembling, the warrior insect that lost control of the will of the insect swarm died from the most basic cut.

But as soon as one left, another came out. The numerical disadvantage made the Master Chief fall into a passive position. He was unable to defeat enemies on either side. Although it was not a compulsory course for space warriors to fight with less, his body and equipment were no worse than him. beast, the feeling of powerlessness still exists.

The other battle brothers were swinging their weapons back to back, the chainsword's monomolecular blade ripping through flesh and exoskeleton, but there was one thing that was expressed in the burst of fireworks, and that was the heavy loss of the blade, and just a few more aliens would be enough. It must be replaced. How to replace it if the posthumous title is still there...

After cutting several monster bodies, blood and armor flew in the air, bursting bombs replaced the chain sword, close range shooting and fist fights, with the cutting of SLR sub-sabers.

When the nearest samurai insect used its tearing claws to scratch through the Space Marine's shoulder armor, and the black armor plates on the armor were already visible to the naked eye, he had to become pessimistic. "Sir, can they retreat?"

The Master Chief's power machine was once again stained with alien blood, but there was an endless supply of roaring bugs. It was difficult for their jetpack to operate normally in such an outdoor environment. The chain sword collapsed, and the possibility of breaking out of the siege was extremely low. He had to say . "Live to die, brother."

He looked at the Silent Falcon in his legs. Just like the spirit represented by that relic, he had to sacrifice heroically at this moment to pass the spirit of the Destroying Eagle eastward.

When the sharp bone knife cut open the armor of his legs and arms, he used a fierce force to cut off the head of the chief warrior, a bigger and more ferocious thing.

But under the cover of the corpses of his companions, another leader struck, wielding a powerful force and a special bone knife like a power sword. The power of that terrifying parasitic weapon was not even inferior to that of the Silent Falcon.

The Master Chief was knocked to the ground. The soldier who could still remain standing even if he took a single Lemanus frontal cannon, hesitated due to fatigue, hesitation, and guilt, and paid the price for it.

The bright red bone knife was raised high, the parasite roared like a server, and the chief warrior roared even more crazily and greedily.

But what awaited him in the beginning was not the honor of returning to the Golden Throne nor the roaring bells of Terra mourning the heroic soul, but a small mortal, much smaller than the warrior worm, holding a melta gun and shouting. "It's the Emperor!"

Sizzle, the sound of air evaporation that was too familiar to the Space Marines and the golden solution of the chitinous exoskeleton being dissolved, the sergeant realized that the school was not as ready as he said...

He stood up with the help of his weapon, looking at the monsters in the countless petri dishes ready to move, explosives bursting, melta, lasers, hell guns, with the help of the storm troopers, almost instantly tore apart the complex swarm of insects and evaporated all the warrior worms.

But more monsters came out of the petri dishes, greedily waving their flesh and blood, and the mortal storm troopers were almost instantly torn apart. Those brave mortals could barely avoid the greedy fight of the tearing claws, but the warrior worms would not move.

Almost instantly, blood spread on the metal ground, but the heroes from the Zhongsi Academy were not afraid. Relying on the time gained by the death of their companions, the scattered and tightly connected stormtroopers smashed the insect's body with hot melt.

Even so, it was a win for the Empire, and even a sure win. No matter how elite they were, they were not as good as ordinary people. In such a situation, if they exchanged one for one with the alien elite, their souls would definitely return to the Golden Throne.

In that dark universe, no individual life was truly priceless. If all beliefs and halos were put aside, even the Primarch was not of great importance to the Empire. In the end, it all depended on how much merit and power he could exert.

The 20-man stormtrooper team effectively used their lives to delay the enemy, and the Space Marines killed them. In just a few minutes, the warrior worms were slaughtered, losing the will of the swarm and no one was in command. Even though their wildness and ability could provide them with powerful combat power, they now lost their most important tactical power.

The beasts were not beasts, and they were far from real swarms, but even so, more than half of the mortals were killed.

After killing the still living bugs, a large number of petri dishes were destroyed. The biological fluid and dead warrior bugs on the ground even filled the narrow laboratory. The governor of the casting had disappeared.

The sergeant thanked the stormtroopers with mixed emotions. "Thank me, the Emperor."

The stormtroopers responded with the Sky Eagle Salute as the highest recognition, but for him, the thanks from the demigod was enough for his honor in that action.

Money and worldly enjoyment were no longer important to the stormtroopers. They were the Emperor's currency. Although they were not the largest in denomination and the largest in number, they were of vital importance.

But the governor would not let them go. After a few rapid rumblings and vibrations, the destruction program of the equipment was also activated. Although it is often said that adding a self-destruction program to a secret facility and destroying that area with tens of millions of pounds of explosives is stupid and easy to be exploited.

But the best way to hide a secret is to destroy it, and it has always been like this.

"Damn heretic." The sergeant cursed secretly, picked up the two eyeballs on his belt, and approached the gate at the fastest speed.

[Authority has expired] The Gothic language on the electronic screen told the dark green cold words. The sergeant picked up the long sword, and the blood-stained blade cut through the iron gate. Fireworks and collapse made the adamantine gate sizzle.

"Authority... His authority is his sword!" He kicked hard, and the entire adamantine gate collapsed. The smoke made it difficult to see the road. They pushed forward against the fog.

The servitors in front continued to shoot, and the depleted uranium flintlock rifle penetrated the sergeant's chest, but his superhuman physique was immune to radiation and penetrating wounds, so he wielded the power sword, like a demon from hell, and instantly cut off those disgusting machines.

Wet parts and hard parts fell, oil or blood mixed, explosive shells and hell guns roared, tearing open the way for the Master Chief to move towards the surface.

At this moment, the Master Chief had to sigh again, when would he fight side by side with mortals again? And at this moment, the curse of the Falcon was also broken. There were heroes and heroes without dying.

The mortals took on the curse for him, and he had nothing to repay, so he could insert his sword into the emergency passage leading to the surface. The heavy adamantine gate was the first challenge he encountered. At least in his long service career, few heretics and aliens could build such a heavy defense.

The adamantine was priceless, and it was no exaggeration to say that the solid adamantine in the iron gate was enough to cast a Lemanus!

"Huhu... Huhu..." Continuous fighting and weakness, wounds and fatigue, it was hard for him to imagine that he had the spare energy to cut open the thing that he could not open with all his strength at ordinary times.

But comrades, mortals, brothers, the battle situation was already all on his shoulders. "His Emperor! His ancestors! If I still bless the soul of the Empire, help him!"

"Give it to him, break it!"

He roared and shouted, his dry physical strength reached the critical point, and then collapsed, but soon, a steady stream of power came from the Falcon, the sharp power sword, the complex runes inlaid on the blade, the blessing of the first generation of the commander, there is no cursed sword, no destruction, they are the sons of Guilliman, they are the warriors of Ghost Peak.

Zizi ...

And the silver sun will shine on them, because he knows that his children will not be so fragile.

Buzz, sizzle, spirit finance, click, boom, gears turn, huge explosion-proof door starts, and the countdown is now back to 3, 2...

Running, running madly, they are not gods but mortals, but now the stormtroopers must be slow, they will die, the heat of the explosion is too deadly, there is no doubt that they will die, and die heroically.

The captain of the stormtroopers closed his eyes, it was almost done, the Emperor came to pick him up...

But he felt his body lighten, four Space Marines actually picked up their group of mortals and moved forward at the fastest speed. The stormtroopers felt like they were on a motorcycle at this moment, and the wind could be felt through the mask. For the Space Marines, one person carrying two or three adult men seemed to be like no burden...

The sun came next, the long-lost thing, the hive city was bustling, where was it? Looking at the statue of the Emperor, the surprised civilians, was it the central square?

The central square? ! The captain of the stormtroopers usually remained calm, neither angry nor happy, but now he cursed. "Emperor! Everyone there will die!"

The sergeant who realized the situation was now at the rear, letting go of the soldiers in his legs. He lifted the blast-proof door with all his strength. It was a thousand pounds of adamantium. In the first second of the explosion, he put all the power into it.

He didn't have the confidence to resist, but a moment later, the living stormtroopers suddenly used their small bodies to resist the iron door without fear of death, and then his brothers. The power was getting stronger and stronger, so that the explosion was nothing. Even though the adamantium was so hot that it frightened him, his mission was now perfect...

Live to die!

Boom, buzz, violent smoke, curious people, it is very likely that there is a secret passage to the east of the Emperor statue, which is usually considered unopenable. Too much chaos gathered in the hive city. Several main noble families and the local state religion came one after another.

They looked at the demigods in surprise and fear, slumped to the east of the Emperor statue, looking without loyalty and purity, but holding up the data board and saying. "Now, we should understand the real situation. Stop dreaming and wake up!"