Chapter 346: Tzeentch the Great Demon

"Always be prepared and sacrifice for victory. This is our belief."

--Colonel Sheik, Krieg's 15th Siege Regiment

The battle at Engili Spaceport in the Pangea sub-sector has reached a critical moment. The Imperial Guard invaded the industrial-grade center of the hive, which is the size of two standard football fields. As a defensive position, it is no less than that. Their heretical enemies have to fight to recapture the alien relics captured by the Imperial Guard.

Finally, the rebel leader wanted to surround the elevator and put pressure on the temporary defense line of the Imperial Guard, instead of concentrating a large number of troops in one place to launch an offensive, because if they did so, they could quickly gather troops to block the attack and delay time.

However, due to terrain factors, the route to attack the elevator is very limited. To the south and east of the battle site, the palaces and fortresses unique to several noble families are crisscrossed. In order to maintain the relationship between their families, they built very dense buildings. Those huge family creations with a history of thousands of years have now become obstacles for local traitors to get rid of the Imperial Guard.

Those things constitute an impassable natural barrier. All walking armies cannot pass through, let alone launch an attack. If they attack rashly, the local nobles are likely to send private soldiers to rebel. After all, those ancient fortress parks are the embodiment of their honor.

Perhaps the ancestors who built this place chose this place because of this. To attack the core area and the transport elevator here, they can only attack from the farther west and north, and this cost will cause the transportation line to be stretched as much as possible.

Finally, under the command of the PDF General Command, the local traitors were divided into 6 large groups and moved forward, but the huge group with a total of hundreds of thousands could not attack the Imperial Guard because they were stationed in the elevator. In the few hours when the behemoth rose to the upper nest, the 6 groups could only gather a barely 80,000 soldiers under the transportation efficiency of the polar region.

But even so, the ratio between the enemy and the Imperial Guard still reached an astonishing level, with a number gap of nearly 3/1. The Imperial Guard barely had 30,000 people. Without logistics and supply lines, they could only rely on death and sacrifice to annihilate the living forces as much as possible, and then capture the palace area of ​​the upper nest before the enemy's six armies gathered...

At this point, at the end of the hours-long war preparation, the Imperial Guard had turned this industrial elevator into a war fortress that belonged to them alone. The dense trenches and defense systems, in those metal-cast walls or, more accurately, a huge container, looked like a beautiful bottle scene.

It was just that those busy soldiers represented this seemingly non-threatening "landscape" or "Emperor's handicraft" that could tear most materials into pieces.

A heavy transport crawler and Chimera armored vehicle were used as worthless sandbags, a large number of fragmentation mines and staggered firepower, along with anti-armor missiles and fixed-position plasma, and dense barbed wire. Even the most brutal orc behemoths would become slow because of its firmness.

As for logistics, the Imperial Guard lost only 40% of its baggage during this period, most of which was food. In the middle nest, with the help of Mr. Wild Snake and the restless means of the Imperial Guard soldiers, it had already been replenished. Plasma, explosive bombs, fragmentation missiles or armor-piercing missiles, weapons used by elite soldiers, were also fully loaded.

After calculation, each of the 30,000 troops can now squander about 2,600 explosive beams, two fragmentation grenades and one cluster anti-tank mine. As for the heavy firepower, it can destroy two standard imperial armored regiments, and the top of the industrial elevator can defend against enemy bombing. The goods left by the heretics will also tie their hands and feet when they are restrained by firepower.

So far, this game that has nothing to do with honor or success is about to begin. When they step into this void port, those people realize their responsibilities, survive, kill all enemies, and then survive.

The veterans' sense of responsibility and desire to survive were mixed together in a chaotic manner. A strange atmosphere like a beast fighting and a hero expecting a triumphant return was intertwined in this narrow industrial elevator.

So far, those terrifying, black muzzles flashed a terrifying, suffocating black color from behind countless sandbags and adamantine shields. The soldiers standing on the sentry tower used binoculars to vigilantly change the position of the rising elevator door. The heavy and wide metal door was the red staff of the opening ceremony of their big drama.

Even if it was not as beautiful as the one on the stage, it was more reassuring. The lieutenant licked his lips and watched the radio beep. When the timer pointer he designed turned to the end, the crude machine connected to the buzzer made a piercing sound.

The lieutenant turned on the communicator, and the sound of the radio began to spread throughout the battlefield. "War, code name, the show begins!"

The metal curtain slowly opened as agreed, and the unpleasant weight gain brought by the elevator's ascent dissipated. At the moment when the bright artificial light of the upper nest sprinkled into the dark elevator, countless hot lights represented the resistance of the Pangea people to those terrible rule, that is, they used everything they had to send the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment.

Now those efforts have paid off, and the deflagration beams are like the scorching light of a star, densely sprinkled on the bodies of those PDFs who are accomplices to the evil, even without bulletproof armor. Those flesh and blood bodies were instantly evaporated with cloth, and those who were lucky were shot through the head. So far, his soul only needs to explain his sins to the Emperor.

The unlucky one had his limbs smashed, but his life was the only thing left. After the intense sting, the intense heat instantly ignited his clothes. He was concentrated by the explosive beam. It was almost a painless death, but now he was going to be burned alive.

The hot flames were like a sinful iron. His body was not protected by bulletproof armor or carapace armor. The residual heat of the carbonized body could easily ignite his inferior clothes. Such a scene became common. In the defense array formed by PDF, human torches were tumbling in the trenches.

The commander of PDF just watched mercilessly. He didn't plan to take down the enemy with a wave of attacks at the beginning. The vanguard corps here only had thousands of people and used crude weapons. Soon, the second wave of attacks began. They seized the gap filled by the explosive beam of the Imperial Guard, used the heavy Minotaur armed crawler transporter as a shield, and the locally produced heavy adamantium shield, ready to resist the firepower suppression and rush into the elevator of the Imperial Guard with their lives.

In this way, they can gain the upper hand in the battle, such as throwing fragmentation grenades or small howitzers, and even build a small bunker to ensure the efficiency of soldiers entering.

So far, the 9 companies of the vanguard assault force originally had more than 6,000 people. In the first wave of attacks, 5,000 people were killed or wounded, and almost all PDF officers were killed. Now, the number of 1,000 survivors is not even enough to make up a complete full company-level organization.

Regardless of the heavy casualties in front, in the PDF and traffic roads of the second line, the second wave of traitor soldiers are preparing to attack.

Among the crowded soldiers, the elite squads of the traitors are wearing heavy armor and moving forward clumsily. These heavy armors are about to step into the dead land. For them, in front of the loyalty of the lord, those imperial guards are nothing.

These are the brainwashed soldiers. The second wave of soldiers will walk through the same battlefield where their dead compatriots stepped. Here, the stupid soldiers who were forced to move forward were almost wiped out.

And they were indeed lucky to survive, because the lord blessed them, because they fought for the gods of the highest heaven.

Under the cover of heavy vehicles, the legions holding heavy shields and large automatic weapons advanced quickly. Their strong physical strength allowed them to cling to the vehicle body and move forward. At the same time, the front-line soldiers of Skadi were loading weapons, and the shooting interval was less than 2 seconds. Just in such a battlefield, this period of time can allow the enemy to get close enough to gain a certain advantage!

But the back row of the Imperial Guard is not a simple material. To be precise, those things are more deadly than the deflagration beam. When a scout saw the enemy's general attack began, when the heavy bomb squad and anti-soldier fragments and anti-vehicle missiles began to move.

Then, the attack began to fall. Since those enemies were prepared to be attacked in advance, even if the Imperial Guards were accurate and fierce.

Those people did not mess up the formation because of this, but this was not a good thing. When the Space Marines also began to shoot heavy plasma, the attackers' formations instantly became sparks, dust, smoke, and filled the air.

Where the shrapnel fell, blood and flesh flew everywhere, iron pieces scattered, and screams continued. The scene was very tragic, but the attackers did not panic at all, and moved forward steadily into the sea of ​​fire.

The journey to the elevator was short, but within a few minutes, thousands of people were killed. Some of them were swept down during the advance, and some were directly evaporated. When the Skadi Infantry Regiment was ready to reload again, such a massacre was even more one-sided towards the despair of the local PDF.

As the firepower of the Imperial Guard gradually increased, some traitors had to lie down and crawl into the craters for cover, but doing so would only attract more shells. What a crater on the battlefield will not be bombed twice by shells is probably just a boring lie, but those who trust those will pay the price for it, because under saturation attacks, there is no so-called safety at all.

Even if the officers of the traitors shouted at each platoon to move forward, the soldiers were swept down one by one. In the trenches behind, the next batch of infantry squads were gathering, with bullets flying overhead, and they put on bayonets, waiting for the moment to join the war.

They didn't wait too long. When they entered the position, they climbed onto the vehicle crew and were immediately hit. Many people fell back into the trenches and fell on their comrades. Only a few people could move forward ten yards after climbing out of the trenches.

At this point, those hopes, those honors, those things instilled by the lords and the church became worthless. Those PDFs who came with courage, those officers who were said to have crushed the Imperial Guard with three times the number of people, and the commander-in-chief of the war, all showed expressions of despair and distrust of victory.

Deserters and routs are like a tsunami coming, but it must be said that the soldiers here are very courageous, but the enemies they face are not hive gangs or rebellious pariahs, but real imperial elites.

No matter how courageous and hopeful they are, those who were instilled in them became worthless like biscuits falling to the ground under dense firepower, and were slaughtered ruthlessly one after another.

This massacre lasted for half a day. The suffocating smell of blood filled the elevator door. Blood flowed out from the drain on the refined gold ground, and the enemy's corpses became a twisted hill of corpses.

Just under such an advantage, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard suddenly heard a strange communication order, because the lieutenant was beside the Sergeant Major of Destruction Eagle, and the demigod who had been meditating felt a sting in the battle that lasted about 6 hours.

He saw hurricanes, feathers, sneers, conspiracies, psychic powers, and his biological father who had long forgotten after becoming a Space Marine, who was the leader of the tribe in Ghost Peak and had died hundreds of years ago.

A large number of symbolic prophecies made him see a demon. Finally, the symbol representing the Lord of Change stopped in front of him. Although the enemy was defeated by the Imperial Guard, he came to the command point and spoke to the lieutenant.

"He is here, I am destined to fight him. I don't know him. He is probably a father. I haven't seen him, but he is probably a wizard. I don't know him, but he must be powerful." The demigod slowly put on his helmet, and the Astartes in Destruction Eagle's team also entered combat status.

The lieutenant asked. "What can we do to help you?"

The Sergeant Major replied. "In the next battle, let ordinary people evacuate as far as possible."

"But we are not ordinary people! I am your mortal brother!" The lieutenant cursed, and turned on the communicator to transmit the previous conversation to the battlefield.

The sergeant spoke. "Yes, my brothers, but you are mortals after all, mortals who cannot escape from the endless psychic catharsis and death, and the next enemy is a terrible existence that you have never seen. Only psychics and Astartes can deal with it. So, leave it to me, divide the work and cooperate, you deal with PDF, and we face that monster."

The lieutenant just answered. "Yes, my superman brother, now." He turned to the communicator.

"Everyone retreat, compress the front line, and provide fire cover, something is coming!"

At the same time, in front of the enemy's command room, a bent blue robe, a bronze staff, white hair, and even dying old man was gently knocking on the door made of adamantium.

"Is anyone there? Is Colonel Korando here?" He looked gentle and elegant. The guard next to him came over and spoke. "Please don't approach the war zone, sir."

"Please leave, sir."

But as he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but feel dry. He blinked, and a bunch of black feathers fell in front of him and floated on his nose. He sneezed, and the old man disappeared.

He reported to the command room in panic. The commander-in-chief named Korando just picked up the communicator and issued a strange order to everyone, that is, at this node where it is almost impossible to win, the remaining 60,000 soldiers of the local PDF were required to attack at all costs.