Chapter 174 162 Krieg Death Corps

Chapter 174 162. Krieg Death Army

Soon, the brave soldiers completely disposed of those damn living metals. These skinners were forcibly transported. Since there was no Necron energy tower nearby, there was no way for these guys to resurrect after their bodies and forms were completely destroyed.

The calm marshal and his silent brothers took a few people up in the newly repaired elevator. The old-fashioned elevator driven by a diesel engine kept making miserable sounds. Erda looked at Marcus's very uncomfortable expression and very considerately covered her ears with her gloved hands.

Marcus was startled by this sudden move. This feeling was even more frightening than the sound. Because it is definitely not a good thing if your ears are suddenly covered by the inquisitor, or there is something that you cannot hear, so your ears are covered.

But the other party didn't speak anymore, so maybe the judge took a fancy to his... spiritual talent. This is not good news in the empire, because once the Inquisitor takes a fancy to someone's psychic talent and makes that person his follower, the poor person will not only have to experience many things that are unbearable for ordinary people, but also see The most terrifying thing, the most brutal battle. Moreover, followers are also a hidden danger for judges. Judges are sometimes executed for some reasons, such as thinking that their followers have been corrupted by Chaos.

Working as an Inquisitor squire is a profession with a high mortality rate and is often thankless.

Marcus, who has read a lot of books, naturally understands that if the judge in front of him really wants to take him away, not even his own father can stop him.

Thinking of this, she quickly pulled Erda's hands off and helped hide towards the marshal. Marshal Krieger, who was wearing a gas mask, looked at the scared little girl next to him in confusion, then looked at the helpless judge, and continued to remain silent.

The old elevator finally returned to the ground amidst the noisy sound. Four eyes of sunlight shone into the dusty elevator. Marcus couldn't help but squint his eyes and waited for a while before he saw the scene outside:

Now they have successfully arrived at the abandoned factory area, where the Krieg Death Army is stationed. Due to Krieg's unique culture of death, most Astra Militarum legions do not want to be stationed with them, and the commanders of those armies do not want these lunatics bent on death to appear around them and disrupt the morale of the troops.

Because there are some very bad rumors about Krieg, people think that these people bring death and bad luck, leading to the collapse of friendly forces (think about your next-door regiment disappearing in one charge, how do you feel?).

Therefore, the local governor could only place them in an abandoned industrial area on the outskirts, but this just met Krieger's needs. As early as the Krieg Civil War, the Krieg loyalists at that time conducted a large number of trench operations and underground operations in order to successfully defeat the traitors in the nuclear-radiated ruins.

When these brave and fearless soldiers were assigned to the old industrial area, they did not complain at all. Instead, they immediately devoted themselves to the process of transforming this area. Soon, countless trenches and bunkers were built, as well as an underground network stretching for tens of kilometers.

When the battle began, the Krieg Death Army quickly moved to the underground fortifications they had already repaired. Due to their remote location and complete preparations, the Necron's orbital bombardment did not cause them any harm. What kind of impact.

But now, when the Kriegs emerged from the underground again, they found that the entire planet's defense and command system had completely collapsed. In the fragile channel, the only things that can be heard are the desperate voices of friendly forces and the indescribable alien language.

But the Kriegs did not decide to be deterred by this. They were the Emperor's warriors, a never-ending war machine seeking to atone for their sins. They were born to do only three things: train, fight, and die.

Marshal Vinar was already preparing to advance towards the position, and now the entire Krieg Death Army was ready and ready to go at any time.

At this time, the dozen PDF soldiers thought they had successfully escaped. When they succeeded, the soldiers of the Krieg Death Army came over and handed them several light guns.

PDF looked at each other and understood what the other person meant in an instant. A PDF recruit was so frightened that he almost lost his grip and said tremblingly

"But...can you not go? I am a militiaman..."

The marshal stopped after hearing this. Before he could activate his power sword, the inquisitor next to him had already walked to the soldier's side.

The soldier in Erda's shadow. The woman looked at the soldier tenderly and whispered

"Child, you have to understand one thing. The probability of dying in battle is only 30%. War is not as scary as you think. At the same time, you have to understand one thing, that is, the probability of death in battle is 30%, but... "

When Erda said this, she paused deliberately, put her mouth to the trembling soldier's ear, and whispered in a devilish whisper.

"But if you avoid fighting due to cowardice, the probability of being executed by the inquisitor is 100%..."

After hearing the second half of the sentence, PDF was originally quite relaxed, but he almost had a myocardial infarction in his heart. The soldier looked at the judge who was still smiling with fear and shock. Although he was still the same person, in the heart of this soldier, he was simply a devil who would eat people without spitting out bones.

"No... no problem, respected judge... judge."

The soldier said tremblingly, and all stood up with his comrades. After seeing this, the marshal put the sword back into the scabbard. Every energy is precious, and it is only when they chop the enemy that it is truly useful.

After confirming the loyalty of more than a dozen PDFs, Marshal Venar turned his head to look at the little girl and said steadily

"If you want to leave, you can leave here. Civilians don't need to participate in this war."

But Marcus knew very well that he couldn't go anywhere now. Although it was dangerous to follow the army, it was even more dangerous without the army. Looking at the little girl in front of him, the marshal didn't say anything, but picked up a laser pistol from the ground that belonged to an unknown political commissar and handed it to her, as if to tell the little girl to protect herself.

Marcus took the pistol. When she was in the bottom nest, she also learned some knowledge of how to use firearms, at least she knew how to use them.

The whistles of metal whistles sounded in each square, and millions of Kriegs dressed the same, silent, and carrying their weapons began to march. These soldiers did not communicate any words while walking, but in this terrible silence, they maintained unimaginable stability. No soldier fell behind, no chariot was separated, this army was a machine.

Erda marched in a gray ocean, and around this silent gray ocean, the once prosperous city was left with only broken walls and ruins, the towering chimneys had fallen, and the sacred temples had become rubble. The echoes around them were only the sound of the quartermaster collecting weapons from the abandoned position and the faint sound of gunfire in the distance where they were about to arrive...