Chapter 69 You Will Shock the World, One Day

Chapter 69 I will shake the universe, one day

The Red Angel could hardly forget the expressions of those mortals looking at him. It was not worship, fear, or the usual expressions he had seen before, but anger, resentment, and resistance.

The Catachans stared at him like hyenas, and he now understood why his terrible brothers died in their attacks, the attacks of mortals.

Is Vengar's recruitment sincere? He worships his master, the temperament of the Black Heart King. No matter who it is, they will bow down to him. Anton, he also wants to do so, so that others can obey him from the bottom of their hearts.

But can he leave his own regiment because of contradictions? Vengar's character problems are obvious. He does not trust them, is arrogant, stupid, and thirsts for blood. Even his brothers who are truly of the same roots and use the same genetic seeds cannot tolerate him, let alone the arrogant rebel space marines or Catachans?

The anger in Vengar's nerves was aroused, and Catachan's eyes pierced into his head like needlework, stimulating his already sensitive heart.

Afraid of him? Why do you look at him like this? He is not a Red Angel, he is not Vengar, he is not the lieutenant of the Red Corsairs who destroyed the Ghost, he is not the man who will shake the universe, he is not the tombstone of the empire, but not... a waste that can be mixed with mortals just because he is pitiful!

Sometimes the sensitive perception of the Astartes will become a weakness, such as without the guidance of countless veterans of the order and the dogma of the loyalty of the chapter, or a strong enough will, it is actually difficult to understand strength and weakness.

At least at this moment, the Red Corsair lieutenant wearing armor and holding a chain saw on his leg, the former Red Angel, the Astartes monk, who lost his relatives, was helpless, and slept in the rain forest. The mortal with flesh and blood is "weak".

Hesitating for only a moment, Catachan's hot melt burst in the captain's legs with a sizzling sound. Without that terrible flash, even the naked eyes of the Space Marines would be stunned at such a distance.

The star-like light exploded, and after a moment, countless trees turned into charcoal and ashes, and what was the target?

Where was that terrible giant? The captain did not want to kill him. It was not that he had no hostility, but he knew his own endurance. Just now, the red angel used his superhuman reaction to avoid the fatal attack.

He was a little surprised. When mortals saw him like this, their first reaction was not fear, but shooting. Why?

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? Is it because of my God Emperor? The thing that walks on Terra and ignores the deaths of hundreds of billions of people?"

Catachan didn't know, and he didn't need to answer. Everything he knew could convey the goal of the traitors. Just a few seconds later, three Catachan sergeants ran deep into the forest at their fastest speed.

The others knew that they could not kill the beast, but they hoped that they could be like the people born on Catachan, and could naturally draw their weapons when facing a Catachan demon as big as a vehicle.

Since the melta could not hit, they used beam carbines. The whizzing sound and the burning marks left on the armor on the angel's chest. Vengar was confused. They were like this, why did they dare to shoot themselves.

What were they insisting on? The mortals in his east were very strong. The mortals he had seen probably did not have such a will. No, he had fought side by side with Catachan, but he had never understood those people. He knew that they were elusive and difficult to kill.

As a soldier, he could not understand, but now that he is a commander, in that dream position, he sees the bravery, loyalty and qualities that Catachans have that his soldiers do not have, and even his combat brothers do not have...

Veengar was in a very bad mood, he could not describe the feeling of disappointment, he could pour his disappointment on the enemy, using chainsaw swords, grenade guns, and the skills of a veteran...

The scarlet color scattered again in the dark forest, as if the purple paint was scattered all over the ground, and those "loyal" mortal servants came late, they may have been observing the situation, Vengar was alone from the beginning.

Those servants knelt on one knee, loyally wiping the marks on Vengar's chest made by the Catachan blade, or the pits made by the heat, but no one thought they should fight for Vengar.

That is the former Red Angel, a person who is obviously alone, and he hopes to hear a word from his servants, a sincere evaluation. Even if he is not an Astarte, he needs their approval to shape his heart and strengthen his defense.

Vengar asked his servants for some reason. "Do you think he will shake the world and make everything crawl?"

The words were gentle, without much emotion, even a little cowardly, but the answer was no approval, affirmation, and no fear and escape.

"No...his lord...his master, I will definitely..."

Viengar was silent, he swung his iron fist, smashed the kneeling thing's head, and then roared. "Keep marching!"

In the distance, the Catachans who fled were as agile as a hurricane in the forest, but as quiet as wild cats. When they returned to the camp, holding high the flag with the Empire standard in his tactical belt, Alanbair hurried out of the command room.

The Catachans, he was now upset because they were in good numbers, and Elanbar prayed to the God-Emperor to take care of them and not let them die.

"Sergeant, how are my comrades?"

This sentence made the Catachans slightly stunned. They didn't expect their superiors to say that first.

"They... are delaying the pace of the rebellious Space Marines. The enemy is... advancing. There are about 500 people, ordinary humans, one Astartes, with gorgeous equipment, but no heavy equipment, and the direction is..."

The Catachan sergeant was panting unsteadily, but reported calmly, even as if the death of his comrades was justified. His emotions were more complicated than Alanbair's. The feeling of death and war entangled him climbed back into his head.

He was not a good soldier, from the beginning to now. He patted the Catachans' shoulders. "Go back and rest, go back to Kalu City, sergeant."

The Catachans immediately patted his legs and arms. "He refused, sir. They can't flee. They are not deserters. They are not my toys."

"He knows I am great. He knows I am a good man. He knows the light of the emperor will always shine on them. But sacrifice is inevitable. That is the battlefield."

"Sir, what am I hesitating about?"

"My clever plan combined with a loyal life can defeat terrible things like the one-eyed orcs, but why am I hesitating about it?"

"Let him look at me again, the day I shot and broke the orcs' plan, because he knows that I can shake the world!"

The Catachans said in unison. "Because they believe in me, I can shake the world."

Alanbair pursed his lips. He didn't like that word. He didn't know how to be great, but everyone trusted him so much.

He said to Catachan. "He asked me to live, to find my purpose, like me, him, or the man digging the trenches."

"Life is not without sacrifice, sir. Being a martyr is great and honorable, but living requires greater responsibility and sacrifice."

"It's easier to die, he asked me, sergeant, to at least stay on the front line, to raise my gun for him, for the Emperor, for the Empire."

The Catachans didn't shut up, they saluted, and then walked into the trenches... just as Alanbair begged.

Fate is not like this. Some people regard some things as good, while others regard them as dirt. Vengar is proud of everything, powerful, and can live for a thousand years, but he can't see why there is no respect. Alanbair is humble, mortal, and has no life extension legs. He has to leave in a hundred years, but he is like a lumen tower, shining on his own people.

Destroy the Ghost. In the bridge, the Blackheart King watched everything. He was clear or not, but he knew very well that he and the commander of that world were the same kind of people. If he could join his cause, the empire would be destroyed.

But he also knew that it was more difficult to make a determined person collapse than to destroy several worlds. He was looking at the dark green planet on the bridge, like a god, shaking the wine glass in his legs and drinking the bright red wine.

Then he let go of the wine glass in his legs, and the dried bright red liquid fell eastward in the artificial gravity, shaking, and the glass shattered into countless fragments, like a track, and the pattern of the dark green gem was her continent.

The sound of the rupture gradually turned into the roar of guns, roars, and war cries. At this moment, Alan Baier was commanding the battle situation in the command room with a nearby radio. The traitors had already attacked.

"First Company, First Row, use explosive shells to suppress the enemy. Second Row, be ready to switch to leg grenades and individual weapons to fill the firepower vacuum period when the ammunition is exhausted and replaced."

The enemy is a mixed group of thousands of mortals and hundreds of Space Marines that keep appearing in the forest. The Catachans' warning has worked, but it is still too difficult to defeat those things. The human troops lacking heavy firepower cannot destroy the armor made of ceramic steel by the traitors.

The heavy explosive shells leave holes in the surface, but they can barely make it impossible to accurately shoot the soldiers in the trenches. And the inaccuracy refers to the "inaccuracy" of 5 out of 8 shots to hit the head.

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The terrible thing of 75 caliber hits the flesh of the Astra Militarum, half of the body will be torn apart instantly, and the death will be tragic, enough to destroy anyone's morale.

It is hard to imagine how mortals should resist those giants as enemies.

And there are two hundred Space Marines, two hundred!

A standard magazine of 25 rounds of explosives can destroy 20 people in half a minute under heavy firepower. With such power, 200 times 20 means that 4,000 Imperial Guards will die in one magazine!

That is not the case with bunkers, fire suppression, and the mortal servants of the traitors waiting for an opportunity.

For example, the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi in the PDF has a total of 60,000 people, and there are 30,000 people in that defense line!

It takes about half a minute for the traitors to empty the magazine once, and they need to change the bullets about seven times. 30,000 people will be slaughtered, and that is the crushing of the Space Marines by ordinary people, which is a terrible situation. Moreover, before they die, morale will collapse faster.

When the heavy explosives were replaced, the second row of soldiers raised their heads from the trenches, and the leg grenades were nestled in their legs, but they were shot in the head by the explosives just a moment later.

Those terrible things in human skin can no longer be called angels, they are probably the devil itself.

Dozens of Astra Militarum soldiers die every moment, they are the Space Marines, they are the weakness of mortals, they are death.

And what are the heroes waiting for, what is Alanbair waiting for, what is the staff waiting for?

Not mines, not those special things, they are not ordinary explosives, but...

A terrible mixture of weapons and ammunition from the Dark Ages, ammunition for explosive weapons, nano ammunition, those that can break through the shell of the Space Marines...

They are the most stable things on the front line. Even if a tank steps on them, they will be destroyed instantly. That is not what the senior officers of each company expect.

The Imperial Guards became the bait for those bloodthirsty things. Before the traitors stepped into the city of Kalu, they must have been hungry and thirsty, and wanted to fight, so tens of thousands of soldiers were the best illusion.

They were blindly arrogant, just as Alan Baier expected. When the Space Marines replaced ammunition after pouring out firepower, the major companies immediately received orders.

"Retreat to the second-line trenches. They have lost about 3,000 brothers. With the blessing of the Emperor, it is already lower than their expected losses. Major companies, retreat quickly!"

The Astra Militarum left the tunnel in the trenches in an orderly manner, taking away all the valuables, and retreated a full five or six hundred meters to the second line.

The Chaos traitors were not "full". They enjoyed so much blood and flesh with just one wave of shooting. The killing intent of the Space Marines naturally had no way to retreat.

They enjoyed the fear of mortals, no doubt...

After the conflict of the massacre just now, they did not believe that any mortal individual weapons could break through their armor, but Fewyngar was not a brainless guy. He immediately gave orders.

"I will give the battle order to all brothers. Stay on the spot and do not move. Let the mortal servant army move forward to test."

"Stand on the spot, fellow combat brothers."

At this moment, several Space Marines stretched out their legs and turned off their communicators. They would not let the annoying relative order themselves. His face did not change. I am afraid that Master Few Huron's **, enjoy the things used for fun, after all, the body of a mortal woman can't stand them!

Several Chaos traitors formed a group and chatted. "My Lord Blackheart must have taken care of that kid at night. Look at his cheeks that haven't mutated yet, like a woman."

"Oh, that blond hair, he doesn't even want to shave it off, doesn't it look like his primarch father?"

"Ah, Horus must have enjoyed that angel...hahaha~"

They said dirty words while spitting, they wanted the fear and flesh of mortals, but they didn't deny orders and stupidly lost fighting opportunities.

In some of the thorny actions, Vengar saw his communication channels closed one by one...

"Those bastards...those things that don't listen to orders..."

He was so angry that he almost shot a brother and almost did the stupidest thing. Fortunately, the blood he suddenly triggered caught his stupidity.

After drinking the bright red liquid, Vengar weakly raised his head. He watched helplessly as those brothers moved forward, and then... a huge flash of light rose, and the revenge of thousands of Astra Militarum martyrs came...

The terrible power even rose in the planetary orbit. The red light made the Blackheart King see it clearly. He showed a strange smile, as if those dead space warriors did not deny his offspring.

Because he knew that the pain would bring him the most powerful warrior, the most powerful commander, and he would get a real right-hand man...

He realized that he had mistaken the names of Vengar and Artex. After the second chapter, Artex did not appear. Sorry!