Chapter 59: Not Disgracing the Blood of Sanguinius

The beauty of the garden world once amazed the sons of Baal. It was not the pearl of the empire, nor was it a rare bright thing in the long darkness. People are biased against beautiful things, let alone angels.

When the greenskin blood spread all over the forest, and the alien genes in it were burned away by the flames, the Sons of Sanguinius who completed their mission collected supplies from the remains of the city swept by the greenskins. When the sergeants in the Astartes obtained the ancient Books, according to imperial instructions, such things should be judged by Lian Zhitan, but the sergeant had studied archeology for a period of time, and he and his scholar servants knew the fonts.

He quickly realized that the appearance outside would allow the world to protect itself when it faced new dangers, and it could also strengthen the empire's military strength, but he did not hesitate to choose to trust the mortals of that world.

He lacks the mortal arrogance of a Space Marine, especially because his life was saved by mortal fire support during the war.

And the most important thing is that he is willing to give special affection to those servants who donated his blood. But for the Astartes of the Ming Dynasty, such affection can fail, but if someone You can see that the God-Emperor was wrong about the initial demands of the Space Marines, and you will find out whether the sergeant is truly "perfect".

But it has to be said that the Blood Angel had the foresight. The sergeant quickly realized that the green skins would have a lingering haze on that planet, and the trees would be where the green skins breed, and a large number of beasts would occupy it. , hindering the stationing and transformation of the empire.

Even though the Astra Militarum fighting alongside them had impressive combat capabilities and strong will, they were generally unsatisfactory.

But whether the long time is enough to change a mortal, the sergeant looked at the rich planet, whether it would give her a chance of survival in the green skin attack, the sergeant decided to look for the legacy in the file.

However, that world was covered with human buildings in the dark technological age. It seemed that it was open to humans from other worlds as a tourist attraction. Although the natural environment was deliberately preserved, and even the environment of that world was artificial, there was no trace of it. Doubts, trying to find a small place in a world through vague handwriting and half-baked ancient language that has been passed down for thousands of years is surprisingly difficult.

Even the emperor's angels must go through adventures like the ancient hero Hercules to find clues of ancient technology. They have massacred orc camps and fought against the invasion of Ada pirates. In that world, they were like gods, but they Whereabouts are uncertain.

In fact, most of today's cities were built with the help of that team of Astartes, and the people of the Empire were happy to provide their blood to the Sons of Sanguinius, but there is no doubt that the frequency of such battles is too high. Gao Gao, tired of traveling and traveling, they traveled all over the world and discovered the secrets in ancient relics.

That would deny the reality of the rupture of human civilization. Even the toughest warriors of the empire could not use a short period of time to analyze the simplest words. They traveled all over the world just to find vague documentary records.

When the Blood Angels' flagship left early, they fought in that world, when the inhabitants fell short of their worship, they searched in that world, until the Sergeant discovered that their starting point was not the end, fatigue, battle wounds, and the tricks of fate brought his Black rage reached its peak.

At the last moment, he entered the technological coffin in the ancient ruins and the stasis generator.

The other Space Marines could not prevent such a thing from happening, and they did not dare to leave with the ancient technology, because the technology in that world was insufficient to provide the operation of the stagnant position, so they asked to be taken away from there, and if the source of power was cut off for a few hours, the sergeant would Completely swallowed by anger, he turned into the angel who once guarded Terra in hell.

They can leave hints to future generations and transform the records in ancient documents into ones that are easier to understand. However, they cannot say it directly. They can blur the words so that those greedy mortals cannot see the red.

They took away the iron men and large knight titans there, leaving behind weapons that could be used by mortals and their own commanders, and then joined their battle brothers.

The archeology alone took two months at the limit of a mortal's lifespan, a full two hundred years.

When the sergeant was also silent in the garden world he loved, his brother Liudong's initial warning was that he and the people who found him could live up to their loyalty and dignity, and yes, live up to the blood of Sanguinius.

But whether a loyal and kind warrior has been limited by defects buried deep in his genes, his reason and wisdom are gone, and he only has the most basic anger, loyalty, and pain.

For the angel who nuked mankind made such a curse, no matter what, the blood thirst and black rage represent the pain of the sons of Baal, and also represent their honor, the wailing in the dark universe.

As it turns out, the time has come for the Emperor's angels to manifest their significance.

Although Alan Bayer didn't know, the war situation on the ground had reached a precarious stage. When a large number of green-skinned mechas roared and exploded in the void shield, there were intermittent sounds on the radio that made Alan Bayer very worried. I almost realized how good it was.

Ru Ming said on the ground that the firepower from the wrong side exceeded expectations. Orc explosives burst out from the powerful roaring engines and exploded at the head of the Astra Militarum. The trenches and sentry towers dissipated in an instant. The staff officer looked at the situation in surprise from the command room at the rear. , only to find that his fourth company suddenly lost contact...

There were fragments and rubbish everywhere, and the copper and iron walls turned into construction debris and ruins. The lucky soldiers were missing arms and legs, and blood flowed from the broken places. The unlucky soldiers had already seen the emperor.

The staff officer guessed that the orcs installed artillery equipment on their mechas to attack human positions, and the Astra Militarum was unable to have both artillery and infantry in a regiment because of the damn second army building. Once again, the imperial system dragged down the Astra Militarum soldiers, but did the staff officer notice why those orcs could fire accurately?

He pondered and found that in front of the command window, next to an inconspicuous bunker, in the turbulent trench, a small green thing was holding a crude device and chattering about something.

No, the disgusting, cheap alien communicator in its leg was constantly conveying the location!

The staff officer immediately pulled out his leg gun, and the explosive bullet beat the fart spirit into a bowl of mushroom juice, but he immediately realized the problem.

"Quick, quick, get out of there, soldiers, hurry up!" He shouted to the lieutenants. The others didn't understand the situation. All they saw was the staff officer suddenly swearing, shooting out the window, and then immediately begging them to evacuate, but the obedience of the soldiers saved them again. After they left that place very quickly, dozens of orc explosives and garbage bullets hit the command room.

The lieutenants held the communication equipment and emergency power supply, watching their command room being destroyed, but they didn't immediately transmit the equipment to other soldiers.

"There were greenskins in the previous bombing, the kind of small fart greenskins, they mixed those things in the shells!"

"Those disgusting aliens will report our location to their masters, and they will move immediately when farts appear!"

When the soldiers received the news, they began to pay attention to their surroundings. When they realized that those small things were more deadly than the big ones, many people didn't even have time to pack up the heavy bombs and left the sentry tower, but no matter what, such a strategy, although losing the bunkers and defenses, still retained a large number of battlefield manpower.

As the overall war situation was still in a state of insufficiency, the staff had to place their hopes on Lieutenant Colonel Avada's troops.

And Avada was approaching the greenskin camp. He was the person who had changed the most in that world, from embracing his companions to training gentle aliens, from the forest to walking in reinforced concrete pipes.

The Catachans would not admit defeat. They had two choices: life and death. When he touched his shotgun and power fist, his anger towards the greenskins was even more spontaneous.

Under the dim promethium lamp.

He walked through the muddy and filthy waterway, twisted the valve with his fingers, and a hissing sound appeared, and the door of the waterway could be opened.

And the new Catachans he trained had a deeper hatred for the greenskins. They were all local hunters in Kalu City, providing natural resources to residents and the city, but their families were destroyed because of the greenskin attack.

Lieutenant Colonel Avada saw their anger and used war and language as hammers to hit those warriors, as if they had become rough iron, already formed into swords, and slowly pierced into the throats of the greenskins.

The war cans slowly walked through the streets, and the greenskins were concentrating on watching the war fireworks launched by the cans. The rough sound was loud, and Catachan didn't care about their thoughts. They just knew to cut off the necks of those greenskins.

When the greenskins walked by the East Waterway, the thick bronze legs and arms would suddenly grab the greenskins' ankles, and strangle their lives with anger and strength before they could scream.

Even the most terrible killing cans would be turned into scrap copper and iron by the hot melt gun, and there would be no sound, just as Lieutenant Colonel Catachan once said.

In the forest, the most dangerous things are silent.

The greenskins could not guarantee that they would not be defeated by the army. A large number of cans surrounded the war camp in a U shape, which also made it impossible for the cans to support each other. Even though the one-eyed man was very smart, he could not avoid negligence, so the Catachans were not all dead.

When the one-eyed man realized what happened, he watched the bullet screen on his right disappear in the Maoge mecha, and the communicator was silent. He thought for a while and laughed.

"No, I don't like unilateral slaughter, I like mutual slaughter!"

"What? Solve those hidden shrimps?"

"No, no, no, I don't want to care."

"Shut up, I'm the boss."

"I'm just a provider of ideas!"

'Just wait and see..."

The one-eyed man said to himself.

After a moment, he shouted. "Boys, waaaagh! "A huge sound came from the tattered body of Maoge's machine. The huge ancient machine tracks slowly moved forward. Other cans, boys, and even farts were showing off what they had been waiting for for a long time.

"waaaagh!"

"waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The sound that shook the universe was like the howling of hell, echoing in the city of Kalu. Even those who were slightly less courageous would not be able to help but excrete their excrement.

When countless greenskins advanced like the tide in the ocean, even Lieutenant Colonel Avada could not help but sigh and pray. "God Emperor!"

He turned on the communicator and went into the East Waterway. "Enemy attack, the number is in the tens of thousands!"

Beside the sacred stairs, in the camp, the staff officer received the news and looked ashen. He had expected countless miracles, but the reality was not like this. When the greenskin boss became the war leader who ruled all the tribes, his fate might have been doomed.

He put down his staff hat and picked up the Tanner tea on the table. He actually wanted to travel to Valhalla. Although the place was not suitable for traveling, he secretly felt that the world of ice and snow was destined for him. Maybe, he begged to see the God-Emperor.

He had been a poor man all his life. His parents died, he was brainwashed at school, and he was fed drugs. He was like a cold iron plate until he saw the relevant records of Staff Kane.

He just began to think about true loyalty, but he really didn't think about it. Even after serving for so long, he still didn't know it.

For some reason, he began to think about what would happen if the second lieutenant next to him faced such a situation?

He would take out something and shout at the greenskin...

"Fuck him!"

Wrong, wrong, wrong, it’s that taste. The counselor drank all the Tanner tea in the cup. Ah, it’s really good to taste your own collection at the beginning of life. But don’t keep it for so long, it’s a bit moldy. …

That's right... The staff officer suddenly realized that he had no auditory hallucination just now. He looked left and right, but there was a terrible messy battlefield and green waves in the distance.

Until there was a Chimera that no one had applied for, with a huge metal structure on top. The shooting holes on the car had strange colors that did not belong to the Astra Militarum. Some of the beams touched the greenskins, even the boss-level greenskins would. Decompose him instantly.

Some projectiles are like diseases. When they hit the enemy's exterior, the green skin next to them will instantly roll on the ground in pain.

There was something even more terrifying, like a missile exploding in a herd of beasts, or something shot out from the co-pilot by Alan Beyer in the cockpit.

Is it a relic leg gun, or an archaeological leg gun, or... Anyway, the empire doesn't have an accurate name for it, is it a pistol of the human command class in the Dark Ages, which can shoot terrifying small hydrogen bombs with great power!

John shouted while piloting the Chimera now. "Boss, what is that?!"

Alan Bayer cursed. "He just fired three bullets, don't look at it, shoot towards the big hole, and then let the angel go east!"

John Ma was answering. "No, boss!"

When the Chimera roughly crushed the orcs, and a drift dropped the metal coffin to the ground, the entire battlefield fell silent, and the orcs murmured.

"Is that a shrimp thing?" He fired at it curiously, but such an action would cause the gun to destroy the static position of the device, and the angel who had been silent for seven hundred years revived again.

When the blond giant climbed out of his coffin, the pitch-black armor looked crazy and holy on the skeleton, a ray of light shined through the top of the eastern layer of the nest destroyed by the green skin, which happened to shine on the awakening angel.

He stood up slowly and looked around, inexplicable mad rage burning in his heart, showing off his strength. "Heretic! Traitor!"

Then he cried and said something. "Bros!"

Then he picked up his chain sword and slashed at the nearest orc, as if he were in a no-man's land, with blood all over his armor, as if begging to turn his power armor into bright red again.

Even if they were far away, the Astra Militarum or civilians who could see the scene at this moment saluted in unison, crossing their legs and arms in front of their chests.