Chapter 75 War, Faith, Betrayal

The mediocre garden world of the Gondwa VI empire had been the scene of countless wars, victory or defeat, and death and killings had always accompanied the entire galaxy.

The rain forest was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. The guerrilla warfare of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment had been going on for several months. When three Chimera armored vehicles drove abnormally into the forest, the roar of the imperial engine crushed the innocent green plants, and the soldiers were in order. The pace appeared, Catachan lurking in the forest, and the elite troops revealed their silent and deadly bodies.

"Captain Catachan, Noel Conn, reporting to you, Lieutenant Colonel!"

He performs the aquila salute, his muscles swell, and he is full of murderous intent. The twisted and mutated skulls of the betrayers are hung all over Catachan's hidden temporary camp. Weapons and their skins are used as decorations, representing the fate of Catachan. The credit for this victory.

He had been planning his revenge for the next day after the fearsome red giant slew Catachan's companions.

Alan Bayer would not sympathize with those things, so he patted the strong and strong-smelling captain on the shoulder. ‘Well done, I’ve done a good job. Now I’ve sent the surrounding deployment of the enemy’s camp, the enemy’s strength, and the auspicious auspicious image to his personal tablet. "

"As for the Emperor, his light shines on me. Wrong. How about the black sheep battle situation he mentioned?"

Zaiwei replied. "No, the progress is going well. Several traitors have tried to communicate with them, but they have not answered."

Alan Bair looked into the distance of the dark forest and said. "It doesn't matter to him what happens to them. The point is to bury the glory that belongs to the Emperor, and then destroy its existence when the traitors are exhausted."

"Now, everyone needs to rest and pay attention to concealment. The offensive operation will begin in two hours. The enemy has defense projects and thick bunkers, and there will probably be no shortage of explosive bombs. However, they have no artillery support, so they will give priority to sniper operations around the enemy."

"Call the best marksmen from each company, each with a beam carbine, and attack the Chaos Servants. The Space Marine support will be withdrawn immediately, and be careful not to get out of the range of the Tyrurium Explosive Bomb."

"The others remain hidden and rest."

That was an outrageous theater command for the empire. Without artillery fire, armor, or orbital advantage, most imperial officers would give up on eradicating Chaos and choose to wait.

Because the infantry's siege efficiency is too poor unless they are not afraid of death.

And Alan Bayer was very aware of that. In the dense forest, the beam of light streaked through the air, hitting the traitor's mortal troops. Gao Song's alloy defense project, the flaws, and the criss-crossing explosive positions were all gone. Discover those hidden veterans.

The terrain of Gondwa VI is a nightmare for Chaos traitors. There is no doubt that when they watch their teammates suddenly fall to the east, they shoot the forest with explosive bombs in confusion, but in exchange for more deaths, such things happen in all directions. , mixed emotions and fear breed among the traitors.

Although attrition was a mistake, the Chaos Traitors never cared much about it, and soon new gun legs were arriving again, but soon they realized that the ferns contained real killer legs.

Three hours, a full three hours of guerrilla sniper warfare made the mortal servants never dare to step into the defense project again, but once the space warriors appeared, they would find that there was no one there.

That's because the gap between recruits and veterans is often not because the imperial commanders don't want to use such tactics, but because the recruits are unable to meet such tactical needs.

Command loyalty, obedience, reflexes, hit rate, the certainty of a wrong kill, external emotions, and other elements were stacked together to complete Ruming's plan to play with the demigod in a mortal body.

Vengar, the former Red Blood Angel, was very dissatisfied with Ru Ming's situation. He had completely lost hope of being a mortal. Those weak and powerless existences were of no use. They were just useless trash, except for wiping out the Space Marine brothers. Shoes, you can wipe the deck.

But he couldn't get out, because the bunker was the only way for the Space Marines to defeat the Imperial Guards. If he went out and faced the forest and darkness, Superman wouldn't necessarily be much stronger than those ordinary people.

The Fourth Infantry Regiment of Caddis is like a nightmare in the hearts of the traitors. The Space Marines are angry and murderous when they are wronged by them, but mortals already have a lot of fear and even... worship when they are wronged by that god-like legion. ?

The seeds had been buried. Alan Bayer looked at the coffee he had just brewed. It was a mess, but he didn't care. He drank it in one gulp. Compared to the pain of the battlefield, the food tasted sweet.

The feeling of excitement, the secretion of dopamine, and the power of caffeine swelled in his body.

"All members of Skadi's 4th Infantry Regiment obeyed the order and approached the enemy's position. According to his tactics, they were divided into four ABC groups to surround the enemy camp, dividing the firepower of the Space Marines, relying on the modified Chimera as a bunker, and slowly "

"Engineers, prepare explosives, they will pry open the enemy's fortress!"

The radio conveyed the emperor's anger, and a storm was coming. The traitors felt a little cold when they felt the hot wind blowing in the forest at the defense project.

The traitors' defenses are made of 15-meter high explosion-resistant bunkers made of concrete with a small amount of Adamantium alloy and ceramic steel. The sponge-like structure makes it full of space for force buffering. At the same time, their endurance against impact is much lower. .

The Chimera can reach a full speed of 90 kilometers, but the muddy ground in that world slows down its speed. When the traitors realized this, the sniper legs had already knocked out the sentry in the watchtower, and the heavy explosive bombs were also hit by the Imperial Guard's Fire clearing.

But there was no resistance. The dark forest was illuminated by the light of the Lumen Tower. The high-brightness lighthouse made the Chimera and the main force clearly visible. With its help, countless plasmas, beams, and bombs roared at Alanbair's troops.

Alanbair drove the Chimera armored vehicle, but had no way to resist. The bullets slowly killed his soldiers.

At this moment, something unexpected happened. The enemy's Lumen Tower was suddenly blown off. In the darkness, Alanbair, who was the assault commander of point A, realized that the things he buried had grown flowers.

Vincent, the loyalist, trembled as he looked at his legs. He killed people, he didn't care, but other mortal servants could see clearly that the proud Lumen Tower was suddenly blown off. Now ordinary people couldn't even see the Imperial Guards running out of the dark forest.

But they saw the badge on Vincent's chest again. He was in command, so why?

Vincent looked at the ruins of the Lumen Tower and spoke to the mutated Chaos traitors. "Space Marines? Chaos Gods? Do we think those things really care about you?"

He lifted up the arm of a mortal who was close to him and opened his skin. The disgusting Chaos mutation and the moist skin disease of that world made his arm almost ulcerated, with blood and flesh turning out and blood oozing out.

"No, no! Sir! What did I do?! His arm cannot be seen!" He was ashamed, like a little girl, and felt that his lesions were not bad. If they found out about that, they would definitely reject him and make him unable to stay here and then be killed.

Because the disease must be contagious and very bad.

He was in great pain. What he had been hiding was exposed in such a public place!

Vincent just opened his arm, and it was as bloody as his!

"That's a gift from the gods to them, a gift from war to them!"

He took off his military uniform again, revealing the purple bruises, and pointed to his ribs. "Three days ago, his master beat him."

Then he hit his abdomen. "Four days ago, an unknown Space Marine beat him!"

Then he put on his clothes. "Are we the same? Those false gods are high and mighty, and we despise them..."

"They are maggots, stupid people, who betrayed the Empire. Now their souls have nowhere to rest. Do we really think the Chaos Gods will care about them?"

"When their bodies grow old and their compatriots return to the throne, they will float in the endless twisting void of the warp."

"That's our loyalty, that's our faith, that's our persistence!"

There are not many mortals left in the camp. They can feel bad, but they don't have the courage to resist, and they dare not resist. The gods are powerful, and the Space Marines are beyond all material existence.

But, how can mortals be slaughtered?

When the Chimera's impact came to the wall, the violent sound and the cracked wall made Vengar come back to his senses. He was surprised that his mortal servants did not tell him about the situation.

He walked out of his command room, but saw the Space Marines and their servants fighting in the camp. The mortals with bombs tied to them shouted the name of the false emperor and attacked their masters, and some pointed explosives at the Space Marines.

The eight-pointed star altar he once worshipped was smashed to pieces. The red giant was furious. The elders (dreadnought mechs) were resting. The war was about to break out, but those mortals turned against them?

Fortunately, his most loyal former Iron Guards were still there, taking out the protein and stimulants.

"My Lord, please use it, and then kill those who disobeyed!"

Vengar breathed a sigh of relief. He was still a qualified master. Unlike those stupid guys, his personality charm conquered his servants, and now he had to help his stupid brothers clean up their asses, and then face those damn Imperial Guards!

He took the supplies and prepared to put them into his mouth, but Chaos gave him a superhuman sixth sense. He frowned instantly, crushed the things into powder, and stuffed them into his servant's mouth and nose.

A moment later, the Iron Guard struggled and trembled on the ground, with red film spitting out of his mouth and blood flowing out of his eyes, but he stared at him intently, reciting a weak and inaudible voice. If it weren't for Vengar or a Space Marine, he would definitely not hear it clearly.

But he didn't want to hear it clearly, because his most "loyal" servant, before dying, all his strength was singing hymns to the false emperor!

Vengar felt that his heart, all his heart, was trembling. What kind of ecstasy did those damn Imperial Guards give their servants?

He crushed the body of his Iron Guard. The weight of the Space Marine was like a hydraulic press pressing on a flesh and blood body for ordinary people. Puff, snap, and turn into a ball, and his loyalty and firmness were no longer seen.

Vengar raised the explosive bomb and smashed the heads of those mortals one by one. "Everyone, listen up, gather near the command room, they build their own defenses, the elder will wake up in a few minutes, all the war brothers, gather together!"

With one sentence, hundreds of Space Marines, a terrifying force that is enough to crush countless worlds, gathered there like beasts smelling blood.

They used corpses and fine iron, and the broken engineering bunkers to pile up enough things for themselves to hide, and those loyal traitors and iron-clad things were killed by the Space Marines who suppressed the firepower.

Vincent watched the people around him fall down, but he was not afraid at all. He listened to the sound of the Imperial Guards breaking through the wall behind him, and his heart was filled with light.

"Emperor, is he a lost man, a pathetic lamb, who once hoped to be a hero, and then hoped to gain everything, but he was wrong. He has nothing but his weak will and Dongjian's faith."

"When he realized who was really ruthless to mankind, he had already lost his way. His Lord, he knew that the people who walked with him were stupid and were as weak as him and did not know it. Only the life given by you counts. It’s valuable, if they give everything they have, I hope their souls can return to the throne!”

He picked up a plasma dropped by the traitor, ran and shot as fast as he could. Although he had experienced military training, it was still in an extremely superficial state. But his target was not the Chaos Space Marines, but the Chaos Space Marines. A tactical team is gathering.

That was the location of his master, pulling him into the nightmare of being lost, a nightmare that he believed the emperor could not overcome.

As he fired to draw the men's attention, his master saw Vincent's presence and shouted in his thick voice. "Vincent, my bastard, what am I doing?!"

Vincent's chest was hung with the double eagle badge of the Empire's representative, his military rank as a soldier, and the rusty things were also hung on his chest. The plasma was constantly heating, and relying on the cover of the chaotic battlefield, he actually closed the distance. Very soon There are fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...

Then the bomb hit his chest instantly, stagnating his entire body and smashing his external organs.

Vincent used all his strength to show off his strength. "My Lord, forgive them!" He threw the first ten meters with his own legs.

The Space Marines could definitely use their guns to smash them to pieces in mid-air, but they suddenly saw a dazzling light. They saw the sun in the dark east of the dark forest, and they couldn't open their eyes. Superman Most of their power has been sealed, and everything will be taken away by whoever gives it to them!

the traitor Space Marine couldn't help shouting. "God Emperor!"

After a moment, the plasma exploded like a star, and the intense heat turned the arrogant space warrior into a cripple...

And Vincent's soul also returned to the throne of silence.

His clothes were ragged and his appearance was miserable. He was walking on the ethereal road in subspace. He was empty and confused, but he suddenly saw the appearance of Terra.

He had never been there, but he knew it. The Golden Throne was there, and the nine primarchs who had fought against demons were lined up next to the God-Emperor. Golden light shone in every corner of the palace.

Billions of people worshiped on the long staircase, but everyone was in close contact with the God-Emperor.

The phantom of the Silver Sun, the Lord of Mankind, the Skeleton, the Man, the Buddha, and the Crown of Thorns swayed in front of Vincent, initially transforming into the gentlest person in his consciousness, his father.

"Welcome back, kid."

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If someone can summarize the three basic theorems of Warhammer, it must be war, faith, and betrayal. Mortals and the entire existence of that world are struggling and tumbling in it. But if traitors can find their way back, if brothers no longer turn against each other, the Emperor They will also be willing to forgive them, but the world doesn't know that they are numbed by hatred, but there are guys like Vincent who see true mercy and the mercy of death.

But the war was far from over. The Chimera had breached the wall, the mortal defenses had turned into a mockery, and the Chaos Space Marines were wary of the Imperial Guard.

Alan Bair looked at the scene of corpses strewn there with no emotion in his heart, so he commanded his soldiers and used Chimeras for infantry and tank coordination.

He seeks vengeance for his countrymen, including those who died here.

It was an unrealistic fairy tale, but in the first few decades of the dark 40th millennium, no good thing was worth mourning, but the Blackheart King did not care about those mortals, and they were not wrong to the Space Marines. Cause real damage.

But please note that returning from the lost path is not the way to wash away the sins of the past, only bearing your own sins is.