Chapter 386: The Eternal Battle

The machine souls of dozens of heavy Land Raiders collapsed and dozens of brothers died. The Imperial Guard's bombardment lasted only a few hours, but it caused huge losses to the Red Pirates that had not been seen in hundreds of years. Nearly half of the Space Marine company was killed, and resentment and hatred were rampant throughout the legion.

On the vast plain composed of muddy soil, the mighty Legion of Destruction was ready to go. At the same time, the Red Pirate Champion returned with his team members, and he was coldly looked down upon by many warriors.

Because the Red Pirate Champion let the mortals go, some warriors were dissatisfied. This stupid and ridiculous behavior may cause them to lose hundreds of brothers, but Oneus Praid forgave him because it was ultimately caused by his obsession.

Secondly, this huge army cannot do without a champion who can subdue other brothers by force. The lack of any organization is fatal to the Red Pirates, a legion that lacks management ability. At the same time, he was reluctant to let this brother die under the legion law.

And the champion warrior knelt on one knee. "My brother, I made a stupid decision."

"But this is for your faith and the gods. It's only for this time. It's a special case. Keep going." Oneus Praid's words surprised the champions, but they all agreed to it. Oneus Praid is now more worried about how he will deal with the last line of defense of the Imperial Guard.

According to the current intelligence, the fortress still has more than a dozen heavy artillery, petrified lizard self-propelled artillery and lion tail scorpion missile vehicles. At the same time, a large number of armored troops are intact, nearly a hundred Space Marines of the Destroyer Eagle are stationed, and there are several Imperial infantry regiments.

Although they were not inferior to the Empire in terms of frontal strength, if they continued to fight like this, there would be very few troops left after defeating the Red Pirates. They needed to occupy this fortress, so they had to try to maintain sufficient troops...

He had a terrible idea in his heart, and this incident would cause the hive to fall into chaos, but it could easily disintegrate the solid front line. He asked the mortals to prepare the injections of the pharmacist Gared and the poisonous gas grenades. Even if the upper nest was completely disintegrated, he would use the minimum number of people to defeat the mortal defense.

His superhuman vision saw the illusory outline of the fortress in the distance, just like a dream. For him, this war was a dream. He wanted to win and must win.

And those imperial guards held a short funeral after the unstoppable defeat. This was extremely difficult and rare. In the extreme situation of the battlefield, even the death of the commander had no time to mourn. People's emotions had turned into meaningless fragmentary symbols in this long man-made disaster.

This funeral was held by the Astartes who saved tens of thousands of Imperial soldiers with his life. Everyone was in silence, but only for three seconds, and a simple cenotaph made of weapons and building materials. Even his comrades could not worship him because of the severe defense task.

This ceremony was more of a self-consolation, trying to use a clumsy ceremony to fight for the poor soul of the loyal man taken away by the Lord of the Brass Throne, but the effect can be imagined.

In the command post, in addition to the Brigadier General of the 12th Infantry Regiment of Gray Garron who was advancing at full speed back to the base, this time there was also the captain of the 4th Company of the Destruction Eagle. The tall giant stood by like a giant statue in ancient Greece, witnessing how mortals planned defense.

The officers were talking and communicating, they were in chaos, the enemy had already arrived in front of them, except for the current fortress, they had no more defense. Facing tens of thousands of cultists and thousands of space warriors, no one dared to say that he was absolutely confident that he could survive, even the officers here.

Their chaos was more of a manifestation of despair for a war that they could not control, but the brigadier general shouted.

"Enough, Emperor, we have enough supplies and thick walls. Even if the enemy has super-heavy tanks, we are not without a chance. If the Destroyer Eagle can use the assault troops and the Storm Loyalists to contain the enemy's scimitar tanks."

"At the same time, we also have a large number of anti-vehicle installations, such as the Empire's proud armor-piercing missiles, which are enough for us to clear most of the Land Raider heavy tanks, not to mention we have powerful artillery support!"

The staff group responsible for intelligence retorted. "The enemy has anti-artillery and bombing methods, which are enough to resist artillery fire for a long time, and enough heavy vehicles to break through our defenses!"

"Those methods require the consumption of human lives and cannot resist the shock wave of the explosion. In other words, the energy cannot be completely stopped. Such a shield is more like a large-scale deflection shield and requires living people to consume it. In other words, we can project high-explosive incendiary bombs." The brigadier general spoke. This is the experience gained from the blood of the imperial warriors. Things that seem unsolvable actually have unexpectedly obvious shortcomings.

"Secondly, the 4th Skadi Regiment is coming. They are coming up from the ladder and will be able to enter the battlefield in four or five hours. With the Emperor's Bane Blade and powerful Skadi warriors joining us, as well as Catachan, we can easily seize the initiative." The Brigadier General made it clear that the goal of the war was to delay. They had no choice, because the enemy was invading at this moment, and they could only rely on death and sacrifice to slow down their speed.

The officers discussed this matter, and they were still slightly dissatisfied with letting the Space Marines charge out to contain the Scimitar tanks, because the powerful Angel of Death should ensure the stability of the front line instead of attacking.

But the fourth captain's huge palm suddenly smashed on the officers' strategic table. The huge force caused the wooden long table that had been in service for decades to break into pieces in an instant, turning into a cloud of dust and a mess of wood blocks that were too hard to burn.

"Enough!" His voice was deafening. The officers stopped and offered him the highest religious etiquette of the Empire, the Sky Eagle Salute, to try to calm the angel's arrogant anger, and he continued to speak.

"The Destruction Eagle soars in the sky. We are the few ASM (Assault Space Marine) troops in the entire Ultramarine that are good at using assault backpacks! The task of restraining heavy vehicles belongs to us!" This is not because of honor, but more because only they can take on this responsibility. As the Emperor's sharp blade, they have long been prepared to sacrifice.

Preparations for the war were in full swing. Every war engine and artillery shell in the entire camp, and even the guards' magazines were filled. This war mobilized a large amount of resources from the entire star region. If the Pangea sub-sector failed this time, then in a short period of time, Alanbair would no longer be able to gather such a large-scale imperial force.

And this short period of time was inferred based on more than 300 standard Terran years. Even according to the great reputation of the former Sun Lord, this star region would need 300 years to recuperate. However, the bigger problem was that after this, the Red Corsairs would rule here and make Skadi the new Badab, their new homeland.

Under the absolute contradiction of survival and faith, even if only humans were left in this universe, the war would continue. Under the premise that the two groups of people tried their best to think about how to slaughter each other, after the Space Marine scouts provided intelligence, a high-explosive incendiary bomb was projected from the dark muzzle of the Earthshaker, thus beating the prelude to a vigorous fight.

The Red Pirates naturally came in force. They were divided into three forces, one for auxiliary attack, one for main attack, and one for attracting firepower. The most conspicuous team was composed of a large number of Lander raiders, and a large number of believers used Word Spirit magic to make a heavy shield to protect the seemingly strong engineering battle line.

They began to charge from the endless soil plains, facing the cold wind that could freeze people and the moist soil that slowed down their speed. One by one, the believers died like consumables, and the Imperial Guards also began to bomb.

Countless incendiary bombs fell like raindrops, and the flames burned fiercely. The mortal believers who could not dodge were turned into a ball of black charcoal, but most of them were unlucky, because although the deviation from the shield made the incendiary bombs deviate from the landing point, the large amount of saturated bombing allowed the heat to ignite the robes of mortals.

The good news is that they are no longer cold, and the flames often cover the entire ground. Only the area protected by Word Spirit magic is a rare unburned area, but mortals are fragile, and the high temperature here is enough to shock them.

A dense incendiary bomb attack made the entire armored array dare not move. At the same time, the commanders of the Imperial Guard collectively watched the battle line. If those vehicles suddenly moved and abandoned those mortals, they would immediately switch to armor-piercing bombs.

At the same time, the Imperial Guard had discovered the second auxiliary attack group composed of scimitar super-heavy tanks and space marines early. They were ready to take a detour to destroy the battle line, and the Destroyer Eagle carried out airdrop attacks through the Thunder Eagle gunship docked in the fortress. Dozens of space marines relied on assault backpacks to land, and followed them There are many Storm Loyalists wearing power armor and parachutes.

The sharpest blades of the empire gathered here, and the Thunder Eagle hovered over the enemy like a demon. Even if the space marines tried to attack with anti-aircraft weapons, they had little effect.

In the high altitude with thin air, the fourth captain's superhuman vision easily locked the enemy's location. The huge scimitar tank was very conspicuous. At the same time, he pulled the gunship with one hand, almost all of his body was stretched out, and carefully observed the enemy's battle line.

He said using the communicator in the helmet. "Brothers, the enemy's hidden troops have been found. They want to bypass the fortress gate and enter from the weakly defended rear. Now is our time to fight." He jumped down from a high place. When the assault backpack was burning, countless Astartes fell like meteors, and the storm troopers of the Empire were also deployed...

In the command post, the officers saw that the plan was proceeding normally and were very satisfied. The war was proceeding according to the will of the Emperor. They fulfilled their duties. Although they were as tired as the Astartes and the front-line troops, they did not relax because of the smooth defense of the front line. But suddenly they heard the sound of "bang bang bang".

"What is it?" asked the brigadier general, and the scout of the Imperial Guard answered. "It seems to be a grenade, but it didn't explode."

The brigadier general scolded. "Damn it, put on the gas masks, it's a gas grenade!"

At this moment, the city defense soldiers noticed that the things that launched the grenades were small vehicles carrying many weak mortals. They relied on mobility and large troops to avoid the eyes of the defense troops. Most people's attention was attracted by the explosion flames that stretched for tens of thousands of meters. The two small cars were too inconspicuous...

The soldiers who were close to the grenades began to fall one by one. Many veterans put on gas masks at the first time, and some even began to inject the Empire's standard antidote, but with little effect.

The fallen soldiers began to have black skin ulcers and blood began to flow out. To be precise, it looked like carbonization. It was more like death by flames than death by poison gas, until part of the skin was carbonized. Those people died in great pain, and they were shocked by suffocation and massive acute internal bleeding, but they felt their vitality was deprived.

Oneus Praid looked at the countless Space Marines and Stormtroopers that landed, and then received the news of the successful operation from the communicator of the modified Land Raider.

He smiled bitterly, because this virus grenade was an ancient demon transformed by the virus called anthrax on ancient Terra, which was blessed by the subspace of fear in the history of mankind for thousands of years. It is a main ingredient of the crucible of the loving father...

In other words, the soil here will not be inhabited by any creatures for tens of thousands of years, and anyone who stays here will die, no matter what. Even if the Astartes can barely resist that virus, without the vaccine of Chief Pharmacist Gared, those viruses will destroy everything.

He didn't want to use this thing, because once it collapsed, the entire Engili Port would lose its value, but he had no choice, and he also believed that his soldiers could kill all the patients.

He immediately ordered. "No one is allowed to approach the fortress, except for some vaccinated soldiers. Our goal is now to annihilate the soldiers of the Destroying Eagle, and wait for the artillery fire inside the fortress to stop!"

At the same time, the officers inside the command post also began to have skin ulcers. The field doctors injected all the known stimulants and antidotes. If they didn't have a fully enclosed carapace on their bodies, they would probably be infected.

Looking at the fallen officers and the collapsed defense system, the chief doctor suddenly spoke. "Damn, there are some parts of this virus that we don't know the shape of, similar to anthrax, but different, our antidote can't clean those things..."

The empire is not afraid of just anthrax. The things spread from the human mother planet are too fragile for this universe, and the empire's antidote can theoretically solve countless toxins of monsters, just like nanomachines, because this thing comes from stc.

The doctors could only watch the officers helpless at this moment, but soon, heavy footsteps appeared, flashing light and neat footsteps stepped in here, that was the think tank that destroyed the Eagle, and the fully armed Skadi soldiers and officers wearing carapace armor.

The second lieutenant of the Skadi Fourth Regiment shouted. "We are here to take over the command system here! Our officers will conduct battlefield command!"

The think tank sergeant checked the patient's condition and judged. "It is weak spiritual power. Call a loyal battlefield priest to pray devoutly while injecting antidote, which can relieve the symptoms and restore some combat effectiveness!"

Soon the entire camp began to operate again in an orderly manner under the command of the Skadi people and the heroic think tank, and all this can only be said to be the blessing of the emperor...