Chapter 194 The Imperial Guard’s Style Is to Explode

Chapter 194 Will the Imperial Guard’s style lead to an explosion?

Darkness, suffocating darkness with constant roaring explosions shook the outside of the hive city with strong vibrations beyond human habits. Time was running out, and the city had been invaded by aliens.

The Imperial Guard must take responsibility and deal with the Eldar aliens there who have learned the secrets of the Empire. In the light of the temporary lumen, those precious information came to the Chimera in the trembling earth and the remains of the ruins.

Sergeant Catachan radioed into the distance. "They were attacked by aliens, no Eldar!" The alien corpses lying on the ground told Alan Bair of the suffering experienced there. It was very likely that the Chimera was being burned by the hot spear (the molten weapon of the Dark Eldar). There was a big hole, and at the same time the ferocious-looking Skadi veteran lay on the ground, his soul returning to the throne.

Outside the firing hole of the vehicle crew, the Letling boy was vigilant with his carbine, while the blood flowing from the aliens penetrated by heat rays and explosive bombs glowed frighteningly dark in the night vision goggles.

"Damn it, those aliens destroyed that place, the Emperor is here..." The second lieutenant had to insult those filthy things. He used to like walking on the streets there, but now there is nothing left. The only thing left is probably There was madness and killing. He saluted his dead comrades, but Alan Bayer focused all his energy on the intelligence personnel who had worked so hard to rescue them.

Without their survival, the dead Imperial Guard veterans would have become worthless, and all that could have been taken away was their carapace, firearms, and dog tags.

Outside the city like Ming, the losses caused by the aliens have made people miserable and frightened. Now they are licking and biting the flesh and blood of the empire, treating people as their dinner and tasting them carefully.

In the past, although it was not a beautiful place, it was still a place to live. Tired adventurers drank wine and people worked tirelessly. However, the war destroyed everything. It became clear that there was blood and dark hell there. In addition, There is nothing else outside.

"Go back, the mission is completed, and the aliens' current target will also become them, because the most important thing is in their legs, and now their target will be gone." Alan Bayer emphasized the situation, although most of them People don't know what happened to Hong, but coming from the east is too familiar to the people of Skadi.

In a car, vigilant, with weapons on their legs, dark spaces, humming engines, narrow roads and enemies that can appear at any time, the aliens are not easy to deal with, especially when they see the treasure escorted by the Imperial Guard, and its huge value Enough red pirates have given them many priceless things, and even getting an Ark of Evil Omen is not a dream.

In that dark universe, the value of timely information even exceeded that of human beings. In the era of Terra, those turbid subspace interferences, every word, every valuable word determined the fate of countless human beings. .

The car body squeezes through the thick waste cement and construction waste, and the space is quiet, praying for death, death of death, death of silence, no matter whether it is a forest or a city, I just hope that the law of the jungle is respected, just like Lieutenant Colonel Catachan As said.

The quieter that world becomes, the more dangerous it becomes...

Whoosh, sudden, extremely fast, like a bloody wind blowing across the cheek, the accurate shooting makes one have to think that it was a shot fired by a space warrior, like a sharp feather embedded in the driving seam of the armored vehicle body, penetrating through the thick The bulletproof alloy glass passed in front of Alan Bayer.

Driving is a life-threatening job, especially when my enemies are a group of tall and deadly space elves. Their ancestral, magical arrows have turned into deadly high-tech armor-piercing rifles loaded with toxins that are accelerated to supersonic speeds by electromagnetism. Probably no one can become a survivor in the murderous east of Gemolai.

Attacks in the void are still continuing. The Messenger-class Tau destroyer is constantly bombarding the steel gate of the empire with a large electromagnetic gun. The explosions and vibrations caused make it difficult to drive the Chimera. Now Alan Bair has to pay attention to those things. Crazy Eldar.

The second lieutenant in the co-pilot was curious and planned to touch the green vigilance inserted into the adamantine car body behind the cockpit with his leg fingers. Alan Bayer cursed. "Don't move, there are neurotoxins!"

Although there were open wounds and it would be fatal if it entered the blood, he could not let anyone take the risk of touching that thing. He just wanted fewer wounds. If those toxins entered the human body, then the unlucky guy would twitch in pain and die. And even if the thing doesn't kill the enemy, it only needs to torture the living body for a long time.

The perverted thugs of the Eldar tribe continued to commit evil deeds in that universe, and the ensign was also putting away his dirty claws. The car continued to move forward. The Imperial Guard could not fight back. Those things were well hidden, and there were strange shots coming from all directions. Soldiers of the Imperial Guard are not allowed to poke their heads out or risk being stabbed.

The car body moved forward, the engine roared, and the journey was not far away. They were alert to the rubble, garbage and ruins. The mentally exhausting confinement finally passed.

But the Spirit Race would not let go of that good opportunity. When turning at the east intersection, something looming appeared in the sky with abnormal fluctuations, and Alan Byrma pressed the east accelerator harder.

The Chimera roared, its engine revved, and roared forward, but no matter how fast it went, it was difficult to get rid of the uninvited guest from the sky.

"There is an enemy!" Because he knew very well that it was the light of the melta weapons, the Eldar Heat Lances, weapons used by the Reapers and the Scourge. That weapon was regarded as a major technological breakthrough in Gemo. It not only had the scorching power of a melt weapon, but also had the ultra-high accuracy of a laser weapon.

Like most melta weapons, thermal spears have a short range but are extremely destructive and deadly at the same time, with extremely fast charging speed and well-prepared shots, a beautiful attack, fueled by their love of concealment tricks and deadly ambushes. Composed of conspiracy.

"Damn it, you can't hide!" The Chimera was already fully loaded, not to mention that the weapon was so accurate, the light and hissing sound became clearer and clearer, those damn aliens revealed their bodies, a natural disaster, not even the Dark Eldar air assault force.

Its members are generally children from wealthy families and are extremely courageous. They are a group of dark elves transformed by the Haemonculi.

Their bones were hollowed out and real wings transplanted with accompanying muscle groups and extra kidneys so they could actually fly!

Those blasphemous alien angels were high in the sky, with evil laughter and nightmares lingering at the same time. At the critical moment, Skadi's veterans leaned out of the place damaged by the Eldar's shooting, and shot at the enemy without cover.

Crazy or not, mortals are no better than those nearly immortal cosmic aliens. Their tall bodies and precise shots are deadly enough, and the angels with devil wings are indeed terrifying. They laugh evilly, wail, and dodge the sharp claws from their legs. The spear is like a dark gothic spear that is charged with power.

"Shoot!" A low roar in Gothic, human anger and ambition gathered in the blasting gun of the heat ray, bang bang bang, whoosh whoosh, light spears and beams exchanged, those arrogant angels fell to the ground, their wings Collapse, the body was charred and brown, and was run over by the Chimera armored vehicle. The armor turned into pieces, and the body shed blood, apologizing with his life to the countless humans they had harmed.

During the exchange of shots, two of the veterans were exposed to poisonous crystal gun projectiles. Those weapons that were electromagnetically heated by aliens had the same heat as plasma. In other words...

They melted carapace as easily as butter, and if the thick ceramite armor of the Space Marines could withstand those shots, the Imperial Guard... the Empire could not provide enough defense for those brave mortals.

Alan Bair continued to drive. The Master Chief and the Letlings eagerly checked their brother's wounds, but the screams continued. The war they had experienced was enough to drive the kindest people crazy and make the loyalists confused, but they did not cry at all. , now it makes that sad sound.

Those neurotoxins made Skadi's tough guys want to cry. They were hopeless, but who would lend a helping hand to them? At least their vital signs were still active in Luming.

Who can shoot at their painful comrades? That feeling will linger around them for a long time, but hearing the screams and letting them die is enough to turn their souls into fragments. That is also the thing that the Eldar are greedy for. They have nothing left to do. Rescue, but whether you shoot your companions or ignore them is enough to cause pain to the victim and his companions.

Those chaotic aliens laughed evilly in the dark, but that hesitation came not long after the tavern owner sang the emperor's hymns, used those battlefield prayers to comfort his unknown comrades, and then stretched out his legs and arms, bang bang bang, Bang bang bang, end the lives of those poor people, they go peacefully, loyally, without fear or madness in front of them.

As an intelligence agent of the empire, he was absolutely ruthless and crazy, and at the same time he was good at being a good person, but his actions made the Master Chief angry. The Master Chief held the brave man down with his thick legs and arms, and he asked why he was treated so wrongly. His comrade-in-arms, but there was no hesitation on the boss's face.

"He's hopeless, I know that." He pushed away the Catachan man's legs and arms, where his own collar was, as if killing two Imperial heroes was like crushing ants, and the Catachan Master Chief would He relaxed his legs because he knew clearly that there was nothing wrong with that behavior...

Deadly silence and uneasiness, contradictions and madness echoed in that small train crew. Even though the Eldar's plan did not succeed, contradictions still arose. Alan Bayer knew very well that even though he did not point it out, he did not point out the situation just now. Not easy to handle.

He is not a soldier, and he is even very grateful to the tavern owner for what he did. When the Chimera stopped, the recycling depot had turned into the harshest stronghold of the Imperial Guard. Those soldiers guarded it, and the labor force continued to build bunkers and transport materials. Lambert stopped those things.

"Now that the war has begun, and that area has been invaded by aliens, they need a new plan to change the situation, change the status quo, and make those aliens pay for their debts with blood."

The Master Chief couldn't help but ask. "Then what should they do? The construction groups and alien technology in that place are too troublesome, and they have fallen into passivity. Although the frontal combat of the aliens is not as good as them, guerrilla warfare and blockade warfare are enough to kill them there."

"Their weapons can easily penetrate the armor, and the thick buildings there can hinder Lemanus' advance. The place is also too narrow to activate the Baneblade tanks."

Alan Bayer looked at the officers there. In that narrow and crazy place, he had to express his daring thoughts, whether a plan that was direct and twisted enough to save the asteroid world in the East.

"He will apply to General Marcato for enough nuclear bombs. The warships cannot bomb there directly, so they will install those things in the central area of ​​the city according to the time setting."

"They only need a successful equipment transportation, 12 Chimeras and enough firepower, heavy weapons and brave soldiers. A nuclear bomb is enough to clear the buildings there. The heat will shuttle through the narrow nest like the wrath of the Emperor and burn everything there."

"Even if there are many remaining Eldar, there are carbonization and buildings and crystals on the ground in the open gaps. They can't hide themselves successfully and force them to retreat."

The soldiers showed unbelievable eyes, because the plan meant that the lives of many survivors in the city and the captured imperial citizens of the Eldar were all worthless.

The lieutenant swallowed his saliva, sweat dripped down his forehead. Although he was usually careless, the most humane soldier there didn't care about him. That plan was already on the edge of his mind. If it was a little more excessive and the survivors there were more obvious, he couldn't tolerate such a plan.

Although the boy Leitlin had just joined, he had seen the madness of heretics, and the Catachan sergeant hated the aliens. The staff would not hesitate. If a nuclear bomb and hundreds of thousands of lives could be exchanged for the advantage of the war zone, he could detonate that thing three or four times.

Ailanbaier saw the lieutenant's hesitation, he pressed the young man's shoulder, he had always thought that the youngest and least experienced in the team was Xiao Kehen, he was not suitable for the battlefield, but fate brought him here, he suffered and struggled again, he was not so adapted to those battles that destroyed humanity and intense struggles, but he still valued it.

"Don't be afraid, that means more people's safety, and that means the Emperor... Remember that sentence, he has already passed his heart and soul to the Emperor, I have sworn to the Emperor."

The lieutenant nodded, heavily, with the consent of all the members of Skadi, Alanbair dialed the phone of destruction, and with the quick agreement of Marcato, a nuclear bomb used for the extermination order was taken out of the Navy Headquarters by a heavy truck.

And Skadi's current goal is to clean up the streets, maintain the roads, ensure safety and the passage of trucks, and transport intelligence officers to safe areas, and those dark Eldar conspiracy groups will obviously not go and wait for death...

The bloody storm and war are about to break out, darkness and light, win or die...

At the end of the dark fortieth millennium...showing in narrow pipes and small cities, playing the symphony of death with adamantium and light beams, once again.