Chapter 221 Establishing the Supply Network of the Pangea Sub-Sector

The concentrated acid attacked with a disgusting smell, accurately and fatally splashing in front of the angel flying in the air, and the feeling of death burst out from the sergeant's body in an instant.

He almost instantly took out the explosive bomb and fired at the acid, firing several rounds, adding to the war brothers' shooting, and barely broke the deadly things before the biomass touched the Destruction Eagle.

But even so, the shells that fell to the ground due to loss of power were still extremely deadly, and even just a graze could paralyze several heretic engines.

"I can't believe it!" The sergeant looked at the weapons on the ground that seemed to be bombed by the hot melt at close range. The almost incomprehensible destructive power made the hot melt weapons transcend the limit of quantifiable preaching and become extremely terrifying weapons.

He didn't dare to imagine what he would become if he was hit, and the second round of the demon's "saliva" soon followed. If he didn't want to die, he could give up mobility. Even the heavy projectiles of the Hydra anti-aircraft tanks could not lock on those extremely fast-flying Astartes.

But the most beloved child of the Forged Governor can use a biological brain comparable to a computer to lock the most insane war situation. At the same time, the cost is a huge consumption of the body, and the Governor has prepared a device similar to the Iron Throne operating system for his body, that is, a neural connection with a tube inserted behind the brain.

When his body is attached, the consciousness communicates with each other, and the rage from the monster crawls in his mind, he feels that he is a god.

But although the super heavy tank is terrible, it cannot change the war. No race will think that a super strong single soldier can change the direction of the war, otherwise the Zerg will also develop a more powerful and crazy behemoth.

But it must be said that such an investment in the birth of normal war weapons is extremely cost-effective, but the technology of control and mastery has always been lacking in the Empire.

It is also destined that the Governor will change from complete control to research like the giant tank called Yug, which is feared by the citizens of the Empire, rather than the warrior worm with better cost-effectiveness and war power.

If the Gene Sage of that world, the Forge Governor, was born in the Dark Ages of Humanity, perhaps his knowledge could contribute to the thriving humanity, and perhaps he could open up a new path for the Imperial technology that was troubled by the spirit and the warp.

But there was no hope in the chaotic Warhammer universe, and he was destined to be corrupted by chaos and die without a burial place. So no matter what era, he was destined to be like this.

The Space Marines entered the enemy's armored forces like migratory birds falling into the forest. Concerned about the loss of manpower, the Governor did not continue to attack, and he could turn his spearhead to the Imperial Guard troops first.

The war behemoth was surrounded by dozens of Lemanus and many pilgrim-like fanatics, and they wishfully trusted that the awakened, the Gene Sage, and the prophet of the Red Corsair could lead them out of the sea of ​​suffering.

But Ryan had just recovered from the continuous bombardment at school, and had to face the endless enemy attacks, so he was even more exhausted.

In the dark night, the reconnaissance team could not detect the enemy's position because of the front-line soldiers' confrontation, and the Eagle of Destruction could not fly in the sky to report the situation. The enemy was moving, but the Imperial Guard could hold on. In the absence of bunkers and defensive equipment, their temporary trenches and war engines could be bombarded continuously by heavy firepower.

Can you see the sky? In the roar of thunder and lightning in summer, the clouds in the sky are getting denser and denser, and first turn into thunderstorms. When they fall to the ground, trenches and gun pits instantly turn into mud soup, and soldiers can't live very well in them.

Lemanus's artillery bombarded the top of the Salamander command tank. Ryan felt the raindrops falling on his body and watched the bustling lights in the distance moving forward in the rain.

He commanded the Partorian soldiers in the temporary front to move forward, so that they could rely on anti-tank mines to attack the main battle tanks of the Empire. Fortunately, their iron will, under the cover of raindrops, poor vision and the destruction of infantry, allowed them to approach the enemy at a relatively small cost (still losing several companies).

Throwing those heavy and somewhat "fat" cluster anti-tank mines into the enemy's gun barrel, four people ran out of the tank door like a catapult, and then the fire was everywhere. The Lemanus next to the tank was even opened by the impact force, lying horizontally on the ground, and was tightly wrapped in mud.

Those drivers and crews who escaped were not spared, but the Emperor was merciful. Although the soldier who sacrificed his life to throw the mine was covered in dust, he was alive because he pulled the fuse and ran very fast after making sure he fell outside the tank.

But such a battle of mincing meat would take quite a while. At least before the enemy's huge army was exhausted, the air there would still be filled with a sense of fatality that could not be eliminated by heavy rain. I don't know if it was because of the heat and steam of the artillery fire in the subspace, the weather on the battlefield would always be bad.

The bigger and more brutal the war, the easier it would be. The armored forces of the Empire twisted their huge bodies forward. Under the protection of the Partoria Legion, which was not afraid of death, tanks, enemy tanks, and Imperial tanks, were intertwined and shot at each other, spreading a line of death on the ruined plain.

Shooting, roaring, killing, bayonets, guns, tracks, military boots, and all kinds of things were trampling on each other. Monomolecular blades, hot melts, anti-tank leg mines, laser guns, main guns, and all the war equipment in human theory were playing that music.

Ironically, as if a decision was made in the dark, while the song was being played in the chaotic war museum, a monster that did not belong to history poked its head out.

Whether it is a painting of a person's twisted desire, some people may regard it as a work of art, while others may think it is extremely blasphemous. When the nightmare pokes its head out, some people who know what it has done shout out. "Yug is here!"

The hiss, like the sound of a poisonous snake, once again awakens the dormant genes of human beings in that dark universe, and the fear of being disgusted by those things.

That disgusting biological creation is awakening mankind's fastest fear. Like a poisonous snake, it spits out venom, and it is not a totem. The morale of the cultists has become extremely good, and those chaotic and filthy words have begun to spit out again, which is wrong with the emperor's words. The disrespect also angered loyal Guardsmen.

The meat grinding battle became more and more ferocious, filthy words were exchanged, and the swords and wars continued. Is it even possible that because of the same kind, they were much braver than when they were wrongly paid to the greenskins? They were brave for no reason, so much so that they could fight without bayonets. Engineer shovel, if there is no shovel, use fists and teeth.

Some people were fighting in the mud soup, some were avoiding the deadly breath of the poisonous dragon, but there were also people hiding in the chaos, looking forward to slaying the dragon.

After a few faint and inaudible clicks on the battlefield, the warrior of the Destruction Eagle shook his legs in the filthy bodily fluids. "Cleaned up." He put the rebel corpse in his legs, and then stuffed the guy who had replaced the double-headed eagle with an eight-pointed star into the advancing Lemanus' tracks.

Just like that, another overwhelming and unexpected crushing incident occurred. They were the murderous angels and were proficient in doing so.

If they want to become hunters, they will hunt the enemies of the empire as always, but this time the enemies will be bigger and much more ferocious.

They stalked the battlefield like hunters crawling through the forest, slowly approaching their prey as if the mud and carnage, artillery fire or anything else were no cover for them.

At dawn, the enemy attacked again, and the first shot was still fired by artillery. The enemy's artillery shells again rained down, but the artillery of the expeditionary force was very cool, allowing the rebel infantry to dazzle the advance of the artillery fire, which made the soldiers Fighting bloody battles in every chaotic trench (still being dug during the war, anyway, the thin, shallow trenches at the beginning had expanded to four in one morning).

Many people actually ignore the fact that the genetic sage is not a warrior in nature, and his body is by no means a transcendent existence. He has specialization in the arts. When fatigue and misjudgments caused by long-term combat command appear, the Imperial Guard is like what it was from the beginning. He recovered from the sudden attack.

Under the sensitive command of the school, he tore open the defensive gap on the eastern front. If there was a shortage of troops caused by the Space Marines, Pan Lan's 1st Armored Regiment used the fastest speed to roll up the enemy's defense, outflanking both sides.

The Imperial Guard, who were already outnumbered, began to shrink like the fishing nets surrounding them.

Soon, the tide of battle began to turn, with methodical battleship bombardments tearing apart the traitor defenses, counterattacks by heavily armored regiments, and fire by methodical, well-trained Imperial Guard soldiers.

The storm has passed, and the muddy ground has slowed down the vehicle. At the same time, the reconnaissance team can finally report ground intelligence, allowing the fleet to accurately shoot the enemy from the void, while Partoria's soldiers directly step over those things with their flesh and blood. , and then exchange the melta, bombs, and anti-tank leg mines to the traitors who showed off their power before.

At the right time, the right place, and the right people, his Salamander tank also began to charge. When the first beam of light fell on the enemy's core area, he held a saber on his leg. The destructive stance of the blade appeared with blue light, and he roared. With. "The time has come. All the major regiments and staffs of each team. The enemy is tired. If you attack them, you will deny the Emperor!"

"No Emperor!"

The two-month-long, magnificent stand finally sounded the overture to the end. It was as magnificent as usual, a song that made people's hearts beat, composed of sacrifice and artillery fire.

The guard team tore apart the enemy's front line, the cultists and rebels were killed by the loyalists, the powerful ship-based artillery continuously attacked the enemy, and the heavy armor company easily sent Lemanus to hell.

The essence is that the Governor lost when the Imperial Guard gained hearts, and when the Tau killed his body, he had already lost.

There was a dull pain in the back of the Governor's head at this moment, as if to remind him that I would have nothing if I left those bodies.

He didn't believe it, he didn't understand it, and he was integrating with his most satisfying work at the moment, but he didn't realize that the feelings of that war machine were affecting him instead.

Even if the machine soul of the Knight Titan is removed, it will bring extremely terrible consequences to the operator, and even change the personality. What's more, the monster that is actually alive was actually dead when the Governor inserted his head into it because of its combat effectiveness. .

The behemoth roared to resist one, two, or three Lemanus, even more Guard soldiers, and more shelling. The Imperial Guard's attack was intense, and the violent impact of the shells touched the Governor's nerves even more, making him He grew angry and numb.

When Salamander commanded the tank, School Ryan came to him in the twilight. The dazzling light interfered with the giant beast's eyes, and the transmission was slowed for a moment. Amidst the roar of the engine, the power sword was inserted into the terrifying giant beast. In the middle of his eyes, the heroic noble officer and the handsome man showed off the emperor's name, and the governor felt the sting on his forehead to the point of dizziness.

Such heroic actions frightened the cultists and inflated the morale of the Imperial Guard. They were not only afraid of the death of the behemoth, but also afraid of being judged, tortured, and transformed into slaves or servitors by the Empire.

Those fears and emotions now permeated the war monster that was guided by the Supreme Heaven's wisdom and the Supreme Heaven's wisdom. Yes, it seemed to be able to sense spirits, in other words, it could sense the strong emotions of humans.

It was not usable, but those things made it sober and furious like stimulants. The beast kept shaking its body. Ryan was surprised and held its armor exoskeleton tightly. He felt his legs and arms were so sore that he almost broke, and therefore, he loosened his power saber.

"Emperor! Help him..." He couldn't help but mutter. Because of the strong shaking of the beast's body, the Imperial Guard soldiers who wanted to help could avoid being crushed. Some people wanted to fire and kill the enemy, but they had to be careful of their situation.

In the difficult situation, someone suggested that Ryan be sacrificed in school, so that the Imperial Guard could select a substitute commander as soon as possible. When the Sun Lord came, the new commander of the troops would appear.

At the most difficult moment, they can just miss the muzzle of the gun and prepare the shells. If they don't shoot, they will die from being crushed. If they shoot, they will die from "accidental injury". Both are bad, but they have to choose the easier one...

The main gun is adjusted and aimed, and death is following them. But at the critical moment, the roar comes, and the falcon dives from the sky. No one knows how many brave and loyal things those space warriors have done, but countless people realize that things have turned around.

The sergeant landed in front of the giant, holding the monster's exoskeleton tightly with his legs, and took out the hot melt bomb. "I did a good job, Master Ryan." It was the first time he called the young man's name. The proud falcon recognized his partner, and the Paltorians were worthy of their trust!

Said in the middle of the school. "Thank you, angel."

Then the sergeant grabbed the schoolmate by the leg, and stuffed the hot melt bomb into the wound cut by the power saber. The flight backpack sprayed, and after a low roar, there was a buzzing sound. The crew outside the heavy tank, and even the core of the tank itself, were all melted into paste.

The rare (cocoa more) imperial genius of that century finally died. At this moment, the schoolmate landed like a spokesperson for God in the embrace of the angel. The soldiers performed the Sky Eagle Salute, and the traitor knelt down to surrender.

At this moment, the schoolmate inserted his regiment flag into the war-stained land like a winner, and shouted. "The Expeditionary Corps, the Pangea sub-sector, and the supply network have been established. They are now asking to drive the Red Pirates out of their empire!"

"No Emperor!"