Chapter 74: Ferns Can Talk

Chapter 74 The Ferns Will Shut Up

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Military Affairs Department File 8712/AM/D09 ——

Astra Militarum Operations Report

Wrong Number: OR-62750735629

To: Supreme Commander of the Gondva Subsector Army

Cc: Military Affairs Department - Archives - Correspondence Department

Office of the Supreme Commander of the Ultramarine

Tactical Logistics Support Department

From: Lieutenant Colonel Alanbair, Officer in Command of the Gondva World Defense

Subject: Latest Briefing on the Gondva World Defense Plan

Attachments and References:

Gondva Reference Map

Detailed and Distributed Report on the Gondva Interstellar Defense Force

Previous Casualty Report on Worldwide Greenskin Cleanup Operations

In the name of the Most Holy Emperor of Mankind, Lieutenant Colonel (insert name here) Alanbair, submitting Edom's report on the defense of the Gondva Subsector (insert the name of the relevant operation here).

According to his official report, after successfully clearing the local greenskin forces, Gondvar VI was attacked by traitor forces, the Bordello Moon-class strike cruiser was severely damaged, and the battle was pulled into ground combat.

His headquarters and the newly deployed Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment have arrived at Gondvar VI, where the traitor forces landed after emerging from the warp.

Gondvar VI's extremely active and fluctuating magnetic field makes it difficult to scan the planet from orbit and communicate with the ground. In addition, the dense jungle covers most of the planet's surface, making it almost impossible to rely on visual reconnaissance. Therefore, the number of heretics currently present is unknown.

Nevertheless, he has no doubt that the Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment, although a relatively new regiment, can meet the challenge. They are currently engaged in guerrilla warfare relying on the local terrain to consume the enemy's manpower.

You can refer to References 2 and 3 for details of the current forces and casualties in the Karst Battle. In general, the Catachan 57th Regiment has completed the local greenskin clearance.

But he would like to draw attention to Attachment 4, and although he has great confidence in the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, he has submitted a seventh request for armored support to the General Staff.

The Gondvar system has seen the Ork threat before, and has defeated the green-skinned aliens many times. He has no doubt that with the Emperor's blessing, they will do the same again (see Attachment 5 for details).

All the warriors of the Emperor, from himself and his staff officers to the soldiers in the battlefields of the Emperor's Wrath, are ready to clear the heretic threat from Gondvar VI and continue the sacred work of expelling them from that sub-sector and beyond the territory of the Empire.

Their heroic Astra Militarum warriors are ready to face the enemy, ready for the upcoming battle, and they maintain a good spirit.

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End of communication——

In the terrible Chaos Camp, Vincent is not a servant of the gods, a servant of the Space Marines, or a believer in power. He is a hive man in the city, but he can control the life and death of those noble nobles. He shows a more excited desire for the power of Chaos than anyone else, and is even more fascinated by the power of the Space Marines.

He has been assigned to the mortal troops of the ground force for a long time. He is responsible for communications, a position that is completely useless. In that damn world, it is useless. Everything is useless. The radio gifted by the gods is making a hoarse roar, and the psychic communication is difficult to use due to the scarcity of psychics.

The gods are here, Vincent removes the cortex created by the disease in his body, because the damn world is full of humid air, irreversible skin diseases and unclean water sources make his body constantly corrupt.

"Damn..." Vincent looked at the communicator that was almost scrap metal. He was fed up with his job. Since the failure of the last time, the Space Marines curled up.

He needed human blood to satisfy his desires, and he needed to offer sacrifices to the gods to heal his body.

But that world did him wrong everywhere, making his body sick and making him drowsy. The high temperature and sultryness in the forest could kill people at only 30 degrees.

A heavy voice sounded, and it was his master, his follower, a space warrior, a former member of the Star Claws, and the man who listened to the teachings of the Black Heart King.

"Mortal, did I receive the command from my Lord?"

Vincent knelt on one knee. "My Lord, no, the message of Lord Black Heart King cannot pass through the magnetic field. He replied when Lord Vengar sent the message last time."

Then Vincent received a surprisingly heavy punch, and he almost flew out, lying on the ground, his ribs were almost broken, and he wanted to break out of his body.

"Asshole, I'm useless, now go patrol in the forest, give him the radio!"

Vincent lowered his head and picked up his laser gun. "No, sir."

Such warm interactions are not common in that damned place. Space Marines pour all their anger accumulated in the obedience training of Vengar on their servants, and Vincent, because his position is useless, often becomes the most unlucky unlucky person.

In the words of the greenskins, it is the ugliest fart spirit, and even the greenskins want to punch it.

The lost Vincent dragged his fragile body to the core of the camp. He began to join the formation, but his traitor brothers did not welcome anyone. They were like frightened birds, talking about how terrible the forest was.

"Who am I? Why did you come there?" The noble soldier who used to be the Iron Guard of the Star Army pointed his automatic gun at Vincent.

"Has he been sent by his master to join the patrol?" Vincent raised his legs nervously to express that he had no intention of attacking, but he could still notice that the guys seemed to have not slept for months.

There were about 400 people in the full patrol, but why did Ruming only have less than 160 people? Because Vincent was often beaten, he was very accustomed to missing details when conducting investigations, and his feeling of bad feelings became stronger and stronger.

The nobleman put away the firearm. "Go on patrol now, now!"

He pulled Vincent to join the team, and the entire patrol entered the forest, but almost instantly, Vincent felt uncomfortable the moment he entered it.

His bulletproof armor was dripping with sweat. Everyone was lying on the ground. They almost didn't dare to move, as if they would die. The hot and humid wind and thick rotting leaves in the forest were even more uncomfortable. They seemed to have penetrated into Vincent's clothes pervasively. Inside, bringing the blood-sucking leeches and putrid substances that aggravate skin diseases there into his fragile mortal skin.

"Why are we...it's not near the camp!" Vincent went crazy. He believed that his brothers were crazy, but when he saw it, the noble soldiers pushed his head away.

At that moment, Vincent saw something strange. In the slit of the noble's gorgeous clothes, connected to the skin, hung the empire's...double-headed eagle emblem!

Vincent's head was almost short-circuited. He couldn't understand what was happening there, so he followed the man indifferently. Why did he carry the symbol of the empire and be in a high position (wrong with Vincent's high position).

There were too many changes tomorrow, and the wet itch brought by the forest made him miss his relatively dry job.

"380! Beam!" A sudden voice interrupted his thoughts. After a while, the team became restless. Aren't they a patrol? Why is it more like meat that has entered the wolf pack?

Vincent Ma raised his gun, but saw a thick overload beam across his cheek, hitting the body of his comrade next to him. The blood moistened his cheek, and the muscles were damaged by the huge overload. The cracking and the moistness of the soft tissue made him feel better, after all, it was quite clean.

If he doesn't have any illness...

Vincent took a deep breath, his adrenaline was secreting, and he looked around, but the dark and scary forest seemed to have no enemies at all.

Where did the beam come from? Where is the enemy? Vincent felt like his throat was being strangled, tears were rolling in his eyes, crazy thoughts were floating in his head, he begged to die!

He didn't dare to shoot, fearing that his position would be exposed, and he didn't dare to face the wrong enemy, fearing that they would kill him, but no matter how much he tried to escape, Ruming's current situation could not be changed.

He wanted to shout out and cry, but he didn't dare to make a sound at all, so he buried his head in the soil and listened to the whooshing sound of beams of light shooting at each other in the air.

The 160-man army was reduced by more than half in just five minutes. Although Vincent did long for blood, he could not get the blood of his own people...

His legs and arms were shaking, excitement, fear, all kinds of things mixed together, hitting his outer core. He could hear the voices of his teammates praying to the gods of chaos, but it was to no avail.

He could hear the forest uttering words, heresy, damn, maggot insults.

Vincent is completely incomprehensible. If he lies down, he lies down...

When a plasma leg grenade exploded next to him, his entire body was lifted open, and the "coal" made by the damp earth and the buffer caused by the deviation from the explosion point and the plasma hit his face.

His mind was empty, and a ray of light flashed, and the appearance of the noble soldier's amulet was very similar to the silver light in his mind, and he cried crazily.

"Sorry, sorry, he shouldn't, he shouldn't, Emperor! Emperor!" He knelt on the ground, curled up, and worshiped the existence he despised piously. Countless things flashed through his mind. The abominable creature was at fault for his beatings and insults, and the Chaos Gods were at fault for his ignorance.

He cried, knelt down, and was pious, as if those terrible beings didn't notice him at all. When the bloody storm passed, there were only six people alive...

They looked at each other, and when Vincent saw the noble, he got up calmly and walked back to the camp with Vincent and the others.

Coming east, Vincent saw Veengar, the powerful former Red Angel. He was kneeling on the altar, chanting the Chaos Prayer, pious and powerful.

He raised his head, with dark skin and huge body, he looked at Vincent and several other people who came back, and sighed.

"Dead again? Our group of useless mortals! Aren't there just a few damn humans hiding in the forest?"

Veengar shook his head. "Now, we are responsible for organizing a new team. Remember, please be more careful during Dongji's operation. There were six people that time, which was very good. He remembered that there were three people this time..."

Veengar gave the man from the east a very high command authority over the mortal troops. Compared with his tears, his servant must have experienced bloody storms and crazy counterattacks, and he killed those damned ones when the number of enemies was far greater than his own. Imperial Guard.

Then after the harrowing experience of only a few people left, they returned to the camp. They were not losers.

That's right, Vincent is not a loser. He took the badge representing Wengar and pinned it on his chest, knowing that he could say goodbye to those damn things. When he realized that his confinement had gotten better, he couldn't bear it. I feel happy outside my heart, but I also think about who gave me my experience?

His worship of the Space Marines was shattered by the Imperial Guard's defense, and his remaining faith in the Chaos Gods was completely rotten, just like his skin.

Look at him now, hungry, cowardly, accompanied by death, living without dignity, and weak, as weak as he was in the Hive City, and tomorrow he got power.

Vincent's skin became more itchy. He didn't understand why he was suffering so much. Was it the gods or the Space Marines? His initial betrayal was only because his boss betrayed him. If he didn't want to die, he had to join Chaos.

Those disgusting spells and damned prayers polluted his mind. He had never seen the power of the Chaos Gods, but now he has encountered the power of the Emperor...

That was not the problem of the Blackheart King. He consciously let many Chaos forces avoid his tribe, but those ordinary people were not deeply corrupted by it.

When those who were considered pure and whose heads had not been completely mutated were selected by their own kind, the situation changed completely.

The noble soldier pulled those people to another place. He never said a word, but the group followed him because Vincent knew very well that his itch was caused by someone.

They walked in unison and came to a hidden place in the camp. There was a small church where the city people worshiped the emperor. The portrait of the emperor was hung on the wall. The smoky incense was floating. Vincent took a deep breath and felt that the diseases in his body were much better.

There were already three people walking there. Their bodies did not seem to have many mutations, but they all had one feature: the "gift" of Vengar on their chests, representing the badge of domination.

They saw the newcomers coming, and they immediately spread the mats, took out the hymns, and kept emphasizing.

"They survived because of the Emperor's protection. They had no communication with the Imperial Guards, but they survived."

"The Emperor is here. They took a detour, but now they are recognized."

After hearing this, Vincent felt sad for some reason. He knelt on the ground and looked at the golden saint.

"My Lord..."

For the first time in that world, he felt warmth, expectation, and a sense of belonging. He had seen people in the hive praying and kneeling to the Emperor. He understood everything.

Vincent held his head and cried. He curled up like a baby and was reborn in the light of the Emperor.

At this moment, the loyal Vincent was born...