Chapter 336 Giant Horn

The human cousin's eye peeked out from the dark corner of the dark land. A giant horn pierced through the chest of the perfect Genestealer. The chitin exoskeleton that the Tyranids were most proud of was torn apart like crisps, just like the low-quality snacks distributed by the Imperial Guard soldiers during the war. The exoskeleton fragments and blood fell with the giant horn and flowed onto the brown hair.

The behemoth raised its head and raised the four-armed body that could tear the Terminator armor in a narrow space. The heavy breath turned into a cloud of mist in the cold lower nest. He had no clothes, and the body was engraved with the terrifying traces of the Chaos Eight-pointed Star. His horn abnormally grew thorns like thorns, and his height was 2.5 meters tall, one head taller than the largest beastman known to most ordinary people.

It was a giant horn, the emperor who ruled many beasts and the general. So far, the gods were not stingy with its gifts. Its huge body and power that exceeded ordinary beastmen countless times also expressed its specialness.

Unlike its cousins, who are considered inferior by ordinary people, its eyes look extremely intelligent. Although very few beastmen can speak human language, it is one of them. That kind of wisdom allows it to evade and understand those summons. Since the agreement they signed with the Purple Hand, serving the Lord of Change together has become the goal of this behemoth.

"My Lord." It spoke human words, and its horizontal brown pupils stared at the Imperial Guards galloping on the road. The sounds of minced meat and bombs were the flesh and blood of its offspring, and at this moment, the tone of this monster clearly showed the emotion of "heartache".

It stared at the Imperials with resentment. To be precise, it naturally hated its cousins ​​because the Empire exiled, expelled, and massacred them just because the Inquisition regarded them as children of chaos. Ironically, the chaos resistance of beastmen as a subspecies of humans far exceeds that of their cousins. Many powerful beastmen can achieve that their bodies are blessed by the gods multiple times without turning into chaos eggs and retain their personal will.

But just looking at this point, they are indeed the sons of Chaos. Who else can be so pampered except the Space Marines designed by the Emperor himself, especially you mortals.

However, this monster blessed by the Lord of Change not only gained language, but also knowledge. Its thorn-like horns represent wisdom. The Tzaanhorn, the darling of the Beastmen, makes many Chaos believers jealous.

And now it also has selfish motives. As the leader of the largest Beastmen tribe, it is the highest commander except for the adult who sent the psychic signal from the Purple Hand. Now this life-for-life fighting method is the will expressed by this very smart monster. Although it is painful for its compatriots to die, it can tell clearly that as long as the beasts of other tribes die, its tribe and its children will get more living space. This is crucial at the bottom of this narrow nest.

The beastmen have a short-term running speed that is not inferior to that of vehicles. In its plan, the beastmen lay in ambush here in advance, and when the Imperial Guard arrives, they rely on their dark vision and unobstructed vision on the road to attack. Its plan is quite successful. At least from the current situation, the Imperial Guard has consumed a lot of energy to deal with those, its compatriots.

Just as the Empire often says, sacrifice always pays off. It looks at those deaths, first to estimate the strength of the Imperial Guard, and second to wait for its own tribe to sort out the relevant things.

Each beastman is part of the baggage. Their patience and explosive power give them a considerable degree of off-road ability and carrying capacity. At the same time, in exchange, they have a single-soldier ammunition carrying capacity that transcends mortals, and at the same time, they are matched with their endurance in various extreme environments. So far, the beastmen are natural special forces, although only the strong enough part can do so. Weak and inferior corners are far less than any syllable of the word strong. It is not difficult to find thousands of strong people in a tribe of hundreds of thousands of people.

The sound of the vehicle was getting closer and closer. The Imperial Guards were like thunder piercing into a dead tree, impatient and unstoppable, but most people knew that when the thunder dissipated, the dead tree would be broken and at most torn in half.

Those beastmen were like the fibers of the dead tree, torn, burned, charred, and completely dead. The pieces of meat were wailing, horns, and hooves, which were not worth mentioning in front of the most powerful elite forces of the Empire.

Some Astartes leaned out of the body of the Land Raider or looked out from the narrow shooting holes, but the Hercules crawler had more powerful firepower. All the large amount of baggage and soldiers on it were sharpshooters with sufficient ammunition, and the enduring deflagration beam could burn and break the rough body of the beastman with one shot.

Several veterans on the body fired bullets, the heat rebounded with the mechanism, and the trigger was pulled again, just like an assembly line operation, taking away the lives that opposed the Empire again and again.

One of them suddenly said. "Change of post!" He left his position, huddled into the thin body of the tracked vehicle, took out the water bottle and the small bag of nuts in his pocket, and swallowed the dried fruits or peanuts full of calories and sugar with water to restore his strength.

There were three or four such soldiers, and they were not much different from the cargo in this sweaty truck, but those veterans would not complain, they had experienced worse and worse.

So much so that they were still interested in joking, the veteran swallowed the food and cursed. "Those beasts want to use their bodies to consume all the ammunition? Don't they know that laser guns and explosive guns can use common sources of power, such as electricity or plasma to charge?"

"As long as an array generator is found, those losses will be repaid with profits. In the end, they only wasted their own lives and gave them to their gods!"

The soldier next to him biting the dried meat said. "No, Old Qiao, at least in the battlefields that I think and have seen, such as Fraxia, the former Tau world, there is also such a situation in the battles of those gene stealers. After all, what they do is probably not In order to win, but to achieve some tactical goal, I believe that no race in this universe is a fuel-efficient lamp, even the beasts are about the same." The veteran was very pessimistic. Basically everyone in the Skadi group knew each other. His attitude has changed. As for his vigilance, it probably has nothing to do with normal fighting.

Because as they said, before the huge equipment gap and level difference between the Imperial Guard and the Beastmen, all the losses caused during this period can only be fully compensated by a high-power generator and a relatively safe camp. .

Looking at it this way, it is far from being difficult for those beasts. At most, it is about the same level as heavy rain in the ordinary world.

But when the veteran named Joe raised his gun again and returned to his post, he fired again and again, accurately and with a hint of fear. He tried his best to get rid of the gossip of his comrades, but he was using his gun to smash a beast. Behind his head, he saw a ray of light in the ruins of the lair that was originally full of gene stealers. It was the reflection of car lights. There was probably something similar to lenses or metal in it, but he was attracted by that light. instinct.

"Damn, that room, 6 o'clock direction, that ruin!" His words caused others to look and then shoot wildly, because when encountering doubtful targets on the battlefield, the detonation beam with strong penetrating performance is very effective. To a considerable extent, most temporary bunkers are unable to withstand the intensive firepower of deflagration beams that can penetrate adamantite, unless they are heavy sandbags or thick earth mixed with anti-beam coating.

Obviously, those ruin-like houses were not among them. After just a few tenths of a second, the beam completely burned the entire house, leaving a ruin. However, there were no screams, no enemies appeared, only a few tattered metal fragments and quilts. Completely charred through holes.

"What, there are no enemies?" After the veteran sighed, the convoy continued to move forward. Among the dilapidated ruins, those metal fragments were not daily objects, but huge breastplates, makeshift weapons for several dying giant-horned beastmen. Breastplate.

They were breathing heavily and blood was flowing from their mouths. After they realized that they had been discovered, they changed their ambush posture and switched to a concealed posture. At the same time, the laser fell and their bodies were penetrated, but even so, they did not Shouting, enduring the pain and death of their comrades, watching the Imperial Guard vehicles passing them with resentment and murder in their eyes.

Facts have proved that the intuition of the Imperial Guard veterans was correct. They were too familiar with the resentment of heretics and aliens against humans, and were familiar enough to easily feel the smell of those monsters. However, they underestimated the endurance of those monsters. They felt that those noble Emotions, such as sacrifice, are only possessed by humans, but for their sake, the beastmen, as their cousins, are actually not bad at this aspect...

arrogant? It’s hard to say, after all, beastmen are too confusing as human cousins. They speak different words, are emotional, and look similar to beast monsters, which makes it difficult for people to associate them with intelligence. It’s just that the situation is probably different from reality. Those things are very smart. , exceptionally intelligent, and driven by the emotions and chaos that vindictiveness and resentment drive their cousins, responsible Beastmen are no worse in willpower than the Emperor's elite.

It was the same resentment that drove those Beastmen to attack the Imperial Guard. Those elites who were selected and indoctrinated with the history of humans and Beastmen fully understood the contradictions of the race. There is nothing purer than such resentment. When they realize why they want to Living in the dark underground, when they knew why they were hungry, why they wanted to eat their brothers and sisters, and why they wanted to live as warriors, their hatred reached its limit.

They want to eat their cousins, kill them, and abuse them, thus expressing their loyalty and their hatred for the Emperor, but they do not know that their leader, their master, is an alliance with humans, and now their Sacrifice is not so that your race can climb to the top, nor is it so that they can return to the star sea. They are just one of the many defenses of the Purple Hand, one of the many means to protect their rights.

This dark universe is not only cruel to humans, it is also naturally malicious to all races except the gods, especially the creatures that are still intelligent. This is true for humans, demi-humans, and many other races.

After the Imperial Guard crossed the cordon, the Beastmen's attacks suddenly stopped. Most officers believed that this meant they gave up. After all, it is roughly estimated that the Imperial Guard has killed tens of thousands of Beastmen from the beginning to now. If those tribal lords still had a sense of compassion, their attacks would probably not stop for a moment.

But they didn't expect that what the Beastmen wanted was this idea. From the moment the Imperial Guard relaxed, they had underestimated the resilience and madness of the Beastmen race. They were devout to Chaos, and at the same time bloodthirsty and hated humans. They judged themselves The Court banished them, and the miracles of the Emperor's faith no longer manifested themselves in them, and the power of Chaos became the only salvation for those poor races.

At this moment, they can give up everything for their Lord of Change. The beastmen used the flesh and blood of their countless brothers and sisters as a cover to attract most of the gene stealers. They rushed in here, cleaned up the corpses, their own and the enemy's, and created this spreading encirclement...

The lieutenant was completely unaware of this. He just looked at the gene stealer sentry tower in the distance. This was the exit. As long as they left this sentry tower, they would leave the main road of the lower nest and follow the guidance of the wild snake to reach the main nest. At this point, the Imperial Guard would also confront the enemy head-on. As for the chaos here, he just wanted to find a way to clean it up after the war.

The lieutenant looked at the sentry tower in the distance and got closer and closer. The urgency and emotions in his heart became more and more uncontrollable, but he saw that the shabby tower building suddenly closed the heavy iron fence. Those things can be forcibly melted by the Imperial Guard with hot melt in a short period of time. The question is why the door is closed?

The wild snake realized that something was wrong and immediately shouted on the communicator. "Hive Master, Nest Master! Are you trying to rob your fellow thieves?"

But the one who answered him was not the father of the Genestealers, but a strange, magnetic, heavy but rational voice.

"Wild Snake, I have heard of your name for a long time. Your organization is also quite famous in the nest, and next to you should be the famous commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi and the sergeant of the 4th Company of the Destruction Eagle. Oh my God, so many legends are in front of me. Just as my master said, as long as you serve loyally, the starry sea seems to be at the horizon, but it is actually in front of you." Its words were slow and rational, but it suddenly changed its tone.

"Now, I want to know how sweet and delicious your flesh and blood are. Gentlemen and strong men, come on, let's fight! In the name of the horned beast! I am the king of the traitorous beast!"