Chapter 70 A Mortal's Miracle, an Insult to a Demigod

Chapter 70 A miracle for a mortal, an insult to a demigod

The power of the explosion core was enough to melt ceramic steel. Dozens of mines exploded in a chain reaction. The armor of the Astartes melted just by the impact, revealing the mutated and twisted skin.

But that was not a good thing. The explosion was too powerful, causing a chain reaction, pushing away many Astartes who had not yet entered the firepower core. If it weren't for the annoying magnetic field of that world, it would be best to change to leg movement detonation.

But such power was not completely bad, at least the deterrent power was great, and Ailanbaier found that the radio that had been obscure magnetic interference seemed to be normal?

In this way, although the special mines had cleared the physical ammunition of the Dark Ages except for the quantifiable weapons such as the number weapons, the entire group of traitors could be sent to see the Chaos Gods. The maximum firepower of the Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment had been used up.

For example, there are a small number of plasma guns and melta, and the meta weapons may pose enough threat to the Space Marines. It is also possible to retrieve the communication power.

When Vengar, the commander of the Red Angels, used his superhuman mind to check the battle situation, he also found that there were an astonishing number of fighting brothers in countless pits.

Almost instantly, the command centers of both sides made a judgment that the Imperial Guard won this time...

In the command room behind the trench, the staff wiped the sweat from his forehead. He never thought that mortal troops could embarrass those Chaos Space Marines so much.

"Are those guys who are afraid of heavy bombs really dead?"

Alan Baier comforted his former commander. "Dead, they are not immortal, Astartes can also be killed, I have witnessed it more than once, right?"

"No, no, no, I also saw their firepower just now, that kind of action, the accuracy is not something that humans can do, he hopes they are dead, but he still can't believe it." The staff officer was uneasily alert to the battlefield, because he witnessed the scene of the Space Marines slaughtering the soldiers just now, which really made people doubt whether those monsters would die.

When the things that the Space Marines represent are reversed, the damage they caused to their compatriots is even higher than any nuclear form, and those damn betrayals filled their souls, making them forget who made their armor and who installed their hearts.

But Alanbair knew very well that those traitors would definitely not be immortal, and he was in the East Order.

"The people with melta, plasma, and meta weapons are in Chimera armored vehicles, go and destroy the enemy! They are not Space Marines, they are not heroes, and those things now are maggots that have forgotten the grace of the Empire!"

'Liu prepared his weapons and brought everything with him. He swore that it was dangerous, but he also knew that the people with those weapons had probably experienced the Greenskin War in that world. "

"They are not crazier than the One-Eye, nor are they much stronger. The light of the Emperor is around them, on the handlebars, offering a curtain call for those disgusting traitors! "

Every word was heart-wrenching. If those traitors could hear the content of the communication, they would be so ashamed that they would want to dig a hole and bury themselves there, because they betrayed because of their powerful strength, but they could not afford to defeat the Imperial Guards that they had never looked up to, and they even wanted to be wiped out by them!

That was a word that only aliens, alien creatures, or primitive things in the world would use. If it was used to describe the most glorious creation of the Empire, the people of the major companies would naturally smile knowingly.

The most difficult part of the war was over, and now we have to wipe them out!

The buzzing sound of the Chimera armored vehicle appeared, and the chorus of the engine shrine appeared. But that plan was not in Alanbair's mind, because he had never thought that the legendary Space Marines were so... useless?

He still felt sad for the death of the three thousand compatriots, but he had to comment on it. He encountered The enemies we met didn't seem that scary.

The mobile combat of Chimera was undoubtedly inspired by a lieutenant whom Alanbair didn't like. For example, he was holding his fierce gun, the relic leg gun and the hell gun. To be honest, he couldn't pronounce their professional models.

But they were loyal, just like himself, that was enough. There were not many Chimera armored vehicles dispatched that time, because there were only 30 to 40 people with those weapons. The three Chimeras seemed empty, but they were definitely deadly and scary.

The three Chimeras rolled over the bridges prepared for the tanks in the trenches with their tracks and left amid the excited shouts of the Imperial Guards. Alanbair became interested and took one with the staff officer, and even took the driving seat.

"Such a beautiful design of the Empire, can't they be given the red paint and the horns? "

Alanbair cursed, his leg gun extended out of the window, and under the cover of the roaring bombs of the Chimera, he used the hot melt mode to burn open the heart of a Space Marine with amazing accuracy. If the Superman with multiple hearts did not die, he could only stare at his empty body in a daze.

Because those traitor Supermen have not "awakened" yet, they still think that the scenes they saw, the exploded armor, are hallucinations caused by their own stimulants, and even the pain is not so, they still resist and shoot.

But if the firepower is reduced, it will be reduced. Two hundred people will have half of the original firepower. The ordinary people in the trenches will be exhausted, not to mention that the energy generated by the explosion will temporarily break up the magnetic field outside this range. Now the Astra Militarum radio has tens of millions of messages transmitted every moment.

And what does this represent? It is the suffocating and intensive cooperation of the Imperial Guard, especially such a battle-hardened unit, whose commanders have experienced the terrible Greenskin War.

According to Alan Baier, he had never fought such a clear war in his life. When the communication was good, the bomb group of the 1st platoon could send a message to the westernmost squad, and the farthest squad could rely on the message to attack.

Bombs and beams are not impossible to kill Space Marines, but they require a large amount of concentrated fire. However, the firepower of Space Marines is strong and can easily kill soldiers who spit out flames. However, if there is no crossfire, Space Marines will also suffer.

And the platoon in the most marginal area is using all its firepower to shoot at the Space Marines who are being attacked. The traitor in the black armor, such as the power armor in the corner, was beaten to pieces and ran away like a mouse.

But the platoon leader there still looked unhappy and complained to his soldiers.

"Ah, the lieutenant colonel plagiarized his tactics. He denied that he didn't say whether he could be used at that time!"

Then he kept showing off to his soldiers. "He should be in the car too! That greenskin lieutenant colonel played with him!"

A non-commissioned officer next to him said while wiping the muzzle of his overheated laser gun. "Boss, you have been arranged by the lieutenant colonel to live in the dormitory toilet for three months. Don't say it, he is afraid that you will have to live there in the future..."

The second lieutenant continued to read. "Greenskin, greenskin, greenskin, greenskin..."

And on the battlefield, the greenskin boss Alan Baierhan was dazzled. "No Emperor! Shoot them, shoot them! Don't mind the damage to the Chimera, kid... cough, it's okay as long as the soldiers are not dead!"

'Don't be too roundabout, just go in circles, those stupid big guys are almost the same as the Ogryns!"

The radios answered in unison. "No, boss! "

The soldiers there are all veterans, they won't be as restrained as those new guys, and the tactical theory should be given to the new recruits by Alanbair, because he used it in the Greenskin War!

If there is no armor and firepower, use people, if there is no defense, use mobility, that is not the second day, people can even invent weird things like promethium grenade when there are no weapons!

Colorful beams, quantum, hot melt, plasma are shot out like a rainbow. Although the accuracy is not very good, three Chimeras can evaporate a Chaos traitor every seven or eight seconds.

And what about Chaos' anti-armor power? They not only have it, but also a lot of it. The hot melt gun used by the Space Marines can evaporate the Chimera with two shots, and the charging overload mode of the plasma gun is a big killer, but they can't hit it.

Original The reason is simple. They have no command and can only rely on their own strength to shoot. Although accurate, they cannot bypass those mobility, the speed of the car, and the firepower sprayed in front of them, which are all hindering them, and the holders of plasma and hot melt are more likely to pay attention to the illusion.

The Chimera driver will also be aware of keeping a distance from them, which is why the Space Marine tactical team needs to arrange a bolter, and the heavy big guys like storm bolters cannot be carried because of the rainforest environment.

The Imperial Guard is protecting Gondvar VI, and isn't Gondvar VI protecting them?

If there is no dense rainforest, the reconnaissance and killing of Catachan demons will be useless, and the heavy Astartes plasma guns and storm bolters will give them a surprise.

But it is not very effective in any communication channel, And the rainforest is difficult to move forward. The weight of the Space Marines is enough to slow down their progress, not to mention carrying a heavy weapon that is difficult to maintain?

The Star Army who fought for their lives in that world are all accustomed to the forest terrain, and the large number of birds in the forest also caught the rats that bred in trench warfare.

The living is even quite comfortable. If Krieg knew that the birds there can catch rats, he would have raised dozens of them.

Small advantages gradually accumulated, and a miracle of mortals was born, a miracle that forced the Space Marines into a desperate situation, and such a situation has rarely happened in thousands of years.

Now the traitors also know that it is not an illusion, the enemy really exists, and it is stronger than they imagined, and there are many more conspiracies and tricks. When their battle brothers are killed by those strange weapons, The death of the weapon, those bastards who felt that they were supreme felt fear.

They couldn't help but pray to the Chaos Gods for blessings, and then continued to fire, firing in disorder, but what awaited him was the bombs in the enemy's position, the plasma and molten heat of the Chimera, not a miracle.

Because the miracle had already appeared, the hammer of the God-Emperor asked the traitors to settle the past, just because their bodies were stained with the blood of brothers and the flesh of compatriots.

The power armor that protected them collapsed, tens of thousands of ordinary people in the Empire shaped it, and now it was taken away again. They were so happy that the bombs stopped firing, and the weapons that once protected their compatriots were now corrupted.

The hot and humid wind on Gondvar VI was like the kiss of the god of death. Many Space Marines who had joined Chaos with their power began to doubt whether they were wrong to chase their masters?

But soon that feeling was replaced by a strong feeling, because they realized that their honor and pride were being crushed by mortals...

That was something they could not bear, but in reality, the defeat was inevitable...

Until a Chimera suddenly made a jamming sound, the engine shrine was overwhelmed, and there was a very loud and impressive war cry.

The former Red Angel, Vengar landed on the mortal world. He did not come to save the world, but to destroy his compatriots!

His huge body stuck the front wheel of the Chimera at the fastest speed, and the chain sword was stuck in the middle of the cage, causing the Chimera to scream in grief, and the machine soul was furious!

But how could Vengar be afraid of the soul of a mere armored vehicle!

He kicked hard, and the Chimera, which was already deflected, twisted and crashed into the towering tree in the forest. The maneuver failed, and the people inside fell like beans in a jar. It was extremely ugly.

The very sensible horse was opening the back of the Chimera, and what came into view were countless Chaos traitors, servants wearing noble uniforms, and former Iron Guards...

A fierce battle was about to break out, and in the battle between the mortals of Weingar Port, he looked at the brothers who were beaten to pieces and even suffered serious armor losses, and showed a very angry expression.

But that time, the backbones of those Chaos warriors were really broken. They were very clear. If they wanted to win, they had to seek the commander, not individualism.

Although they did not recognize the capabilities of the former Red Angel, they did not open their communicators. Several former Space Marine sergeants swore in the name of their own team to obey the orders of Vengar, and the Red Corsair was in command.

"In the name of the subspace gods, they swear to you that they will always be loyal to your command..."

Veengar felt as if his body had different powers. He looked at the brothers with their heads lowered, and then used his explosive bombs to smash the heads of the mortals in the trench to vent his emotions, and then commanded those who were high up. s things.

"Now do what he said, a team of three, two bolter legs, one plasma gun, or melta."

"They retreated into the forest and bunkers without getting close to the trench area where there were many mine residues. But remember, that retreat was not because of him, but because of your arrogance and stupidity."

"He has requested the support of Valtex from my lord, and the dreadnoughts carried by the veterans are ready for orbital airdrop."

"Toji attacked, he begged us to regain our honor!"

The Chaos Space Marines answered in unison, as if they were one person. They formed an array and covered each other. Alan Bair was eager to save his old comrades, but he did not care to continue to make detours, allowing the remaining Chimera to give priority to the support and was surrounded by the enemy's human troops. soldiers.

In orbit, Valtex, who was arranging the Dreadnought Mecha and awakening the battle-hardened veterans inside, bowed to his master.

"My lord, why did Mingyue come to the armory?"

The giant body, the powerful tyrant, ripped off the sleeping substance input pipeline of the fearless mecha. "Don't let his comrades sleep for too long. He has a bad mind. Now that half of his plan is completed and half is left, why don't he let the world be renamed?"

"New Badab, how about it?"

And that would deny the Black Heart King's plan. He had never been a leader at the chapter level, but now he would get a star sector.

How could he rule such a vast place if his soldiers still only obeyed his orders? He is adapting to decentralization, even if such a situation will lead to losses, or even serious losses, but rather than losses, he needs the right arm that can conquer the empire for him more.

The left leg is Valtex, the dimensional blacksmith, the right leg is Vengar, the second lieutenant captain, and the black-hearted king of Ming is even more powerful. When Dong comes, he asks to see his own warriors, and how the remaining one hundred space warriors conquer the world. , making Gondwa VI his garden.

The cheap meat he bought online felt like it was synthesized by the Ministry of Military Affairs. It had no skin and required salt to keep it fresh. It tasted like meat, but it was completely devoid of water even if it was fried. He had reason to doubt whether it was for the big guys to eat. (cursing)