Emperor's Bane

Chapter 115 Garro
The crimson star fell from the sky, like the turbid tears of blood shed by the gods who escaped the world.

For the battle situation faced by the Seventh Dalian Company of the Death Guard, a mere hundred Dark Angels is actually not enough to turn things around. After all, it is not a more powerful opponent that hinders the Sons of Mortarion, but It is the flood brought about by the absolute quantity gap.

On the already shriveled surface of this nameless world, an absolute massacre is proceeding in an orderly manner: about 14 soldiers belonging to the No.[-] Legion stubbornly garrison the landing position held tightly in their hands, Their armor was not painted, but exuded a yellowish off-white, and only some shoulder plates were painted with dark green spray paint.

And behind them is the way they broke through the void shield and landed: a battleship that crashed directly into the ground.

At the beginning, the Pale King of Barbarus used this method to tear up Galaspar's anti-aircraft firepower. Obviously, many of his descendants were deeply impressed by this method and were quite convinced.

These Astartes warriors aiming and firing are lone stars in the moonlit night, springs in the desert, reefs in the ocean, and beyond their impregnable position are the endless giants of the dead. Lang: Billions of people in this hive world have been killed and manipulated. Some kind of powerful psychic alien drives these cold corpses through unimaginable magic, and drives them from their mutilated bodies. It absorbs massive nutrients from its life instinct.

These damned aliens remotely control this fearless army to rush towards the empire's defense line one after another, while maintaining a strange psionic void shield through countless psionic devices, allowing the orbital bombing of the imperial fleet to play a role The effect can be said to be negligible, and often a round of massive salvo can only solve tens of millions of walking corpses, which is a drop in the bucket for the pressure on the ground troops.

Under such circumstances, warfare has lost all skill and artistry, and even the most elite Astartes can only accept a seemingly endless massacre operation: the driven corpses are almost endless, and their On the shriveled head, there are only pale, round eyeballs exuding a disturbing light. Although these skinny, brainless walking corpses have no strength or fighting skills to speak of, when millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of walkers When the corpses rushed to the empire's position from all directions with the energy capable of self-explosion, even the most seasoned Son of Mortarion could only numbly and hastily pull the trigger without daring to stop for a moment.

The Death Guard fought in silence, they had no battle cry, it was a gift from Mortarion, and every time millions of walking corpses fell, there would only be one or two Sons of Barbarus who went wrong Being submerged in the non-stop tide of corpses, only a hint of instinctive shouts can be heard from the communicator at this time, but despite this, everyone is silent, they are fighting silently, advancing silently, silently In the tide of the dead, a passage made of pure flesh and blood slowly rolled out, and he took a firm step towards victory step by step.

Unstoppable, unstoppable.

For any shrewd Astartes officer, this kind of war based on will and tenacity is a waste. No matter which legion, when faced with this seesaw situation, it will instinctively send its own The assault team must either destroy the psychic strongholds supporting the void shields and let the fleet's anger burn the earth, or simply hit the alien's lair directly to end this meaningless war fundamentally.

But for Garro at this time, these are somewhat illusory illusions, because there is no place for assault and tactical squads in the Death Guard's legion arsenal, and Mortarion is committed to keeping every one of his heirs Cultivate heavy infantry capable of dealing with any situation, and fighter jets and jetpacks are the only choices that will appear when there is no way out.

With few exceptions, most Death Guard are pure fighters, able to deal with all kinds of combat situations: and because of this, their victory is self-evident.

Maybe in another Terran standard this slow, unstoppable army will be running right through the xenos' lair, and even if things don't go that way, the support fleet on the way will ensure victory: only until then, A few more drops of blood will be shed.

This is how the Death Guard wins. Although the Sons of Mortarion are not always so stubborn, in the face of this kind of battle that can only rely on blood and courage, the tenacity symbolized by stubbornness is their greatest pride. .

But for Garo, even if it only saves a drop of blood from the battle brothers, it is worth the effort and compromise.

As a result, the army of the dark angels descended from the sky, as if piercing the light of dawn, and landed precisely on the largest and most important void shield generator: In order to find this device, Morgan searched the entire surface of the world with psionic power Three times, it was indeed hidden very secretly, no wonder the Death Guard never found it.

Even before the cabin door was opened, countless walking corpses rushed up, but then, a wave of the most manic spiritual energy swept across countless mountains, rivers and ruins in an instant, and even Jia Luo, who was thousands of miles away, could not escape. He couldn't help frowning: As a death guard, he has rarely seen such an arrogant and domineering spiritual energy storm.

But the effect was good: after only a few minutes, the void shield covering most of the world gradually disintegrated with the sound of hissing and cracking. With the disappearance of this obstacle, the imperial fleet that had been waiting in vain in orbit suddenly regained its strength. It became active, thousands of muzzles scrambled to pour out flames, and the balance of war changed in an instant.

Jia Luo watched all this quietly. He gathered his team and prepared to concentrate on preparing for the next beheading. He didn't have any lumps in his heart about the assistance and achievements of the Dark Angel. In the long run, what he is most concerned about now is the meaning of this victory: this is one of the last strongholds of aliens in this star area. With the recovery here, there is only the last of the alien named [Druen] The old nest.

They are about to receive their final judgment from the Empire: this will be a new addition to his Gene-Father's illustrious resume, and nothing illustrates Mortarion's deeds for the Great Crusade better than a burning xenos empire .

But before that, he still needs to spend some thought on entertaining these sudden allies.

After all, to the Death Guard, a witch... psyker visitor.

This is rare.

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Gallo formally and grandly received the two leaders from the First Legion on his flagship, and the Death Guard even held a mini military parade to show their respect and gratitude.

When we met for the first time, the battle captain discovered an interesting detail: the [Soul Drinker], who was the mortal advisor of the legion, actually walked in front of Zahariel, who was the captain of the Astartes, and the latter was no different. willing.

It seemed that the mysterious interior of the First Legion was more interesting than he had imagined.

"Thank you for lending a helping hand, battle brothers from the First Legion, your help made this battle end so smoothly."

This sentence is from the heart of Garro. Without the intervention of the First Legion, he may still need to pay the price of a few Terra standard hours and the lives of dozens of battle brothers to completely end this battle: this is still the most optimistic estimate.

The battle company commander stepped forward, shook hands with the two leaders of the First Legion, and said hello. The conversation was carried out in a brisk and serious environment. Galo kept a straight face, but he also kept observing the two visitors: he was very happy. It was quickly confirmed that Zahariel is a qualified fighter, while Morgan's state is more interesting. Her efficient and capable nature cannot be concealed by the charm and kindness of her appearance.

Frankly speaking, Galo admires this kind of efficient character, she can make everything smooth and not annoying.

Therefore, when they were walking in the corridor of the battleship, and Morgan's topic quickly shifted to some things about intelligence and the happenings in the galaxy, the battle company commander talked almost everything within the allowed range.

"Yes, storms, subspace storms, even if you look at history, such violent subspace storms rarely appear in the galaxy, and now it is called [Howl of Despair]."

"This storm has swept almost half of the galaxy, and its waves can be felt from Ultramar to Holy Terra. It is said that thousands of fleets lost contact in the storm, and there are even dozens of hundreds of inhabited galaxies I was also lost in this storm, and until now there is not even a single bit of news."

"And it can be confirmed that this storm is related to the Randan aliens. They set off this storm and took the opportunity to launch a large-scale offensive. Thousands of galaxies have already fallen."

When Jia Luo told all this, Morgan's brows became more and more wrinkled.

[In two Tara standard days, so many things have happened? 】

"Two Terran standard days?"

This time, it was Jia Luo's turn to frown.

"Ms. Morgan, the subspace storm named [Howl of Despair] was already six Terra standard months ago."

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In the ensuing anxious questioning and answering, Zahariel, who had been listening by the side, suddenly understood two questions.

First, although the warp counters on their ships have only gone about two tera standard days, they have indeed been floating in the turbulence of the warp for six full tera standard months. Obviously, The chaotic warp once again showed its chaotic side.

Perhaps in the Dark Angels, they were already among the dead?

Zahariel couldn't help but think so.

Immediately afterwards, as Captain Galo recounted the few words from the front line, Zahariel suddenly remembered Morgan's words.

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[If I'm not mistaken, the First Legion is already in trouble, and if they don't—then the situation will be even worse. 】

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Now Zahariel understood.

Obviously, at that time, Morgan had detected Ran Dan's role in this sudden catastrophe from the weirdness of the storm fragments, and this clever lady would naturally think further:
Since a storm of such scale has been expended so much, is Ran Dan's next step obediently continuing to retreat?

Obviously, this huge alien empire will take advantage of the good opportunity of the human empire to come out with all its strength: this may even be all the power of the Randan Empire, and it will be the strongest and final blow of this powerful and brutal alien regime.

Reminiscent of the position of Ran Dan and the empire's front line, there are only two possibilities for the first wave of this attack: either the First Army Corps entrenched in the northeast, once Ran Dan's spearhead points at Zhuang Sen's army, then the empire's Other locations will be safe instead, and the blood of the Dark Angels will defend the entire galaxy.

Conversely, if Ran Dan's full blow did not hit the First Legion, then their only remaining target is the northern front of the Human Empire. You must know that although the No.11 Legion in charge of this front has played a triumphant song, it has been dead for a long time. No message back.

Now it seems that there is something weird about this silence.

After all, you know, behind the northern front is...

"Randan's army has broken through part of the northern defense line, and its vanguard has even appeared in the solar star field. Obviously, their goal is the holy Terra. The Dark Angel Legion has withdrawn from their defense line in the northeastern part of the galaxy. The Terra government We are concentrating all our forces and intend to stick to the last line of defense outside the Sun Star Domain."

【Looks like Ran Dan has found the crux of the problem. 】

Morgan's voice was soft but sure.

Although the hegemonic country of the Lord of Humanity now spans the entire galaxy, in a sense, the incomparably powerful Human Empire is just a [Floating Sand Empire]. Once the core of the Holy Terra is removed, the seemingly powerful and noisy Galactic supremacy would collapse in an instant, and if not immediately, the Emperor's realm would be left with only its dying breath.

Ran Dan saw this, and these cunning hegemony-seekers knew very well that this might be their last chance.

Under this kind of resolute madness, the countless colonies, fortresses, and outposts that the human empire placed in the northern part of the galaxy were wiped out almost overnight. The moat of the void reached the real core area of ​​the human empire, allowing the flames of war to be ignited wantonly in these priceless fertile lands.

[In this case, why don't you go to the Sun Starfield? Whether it's the Shadow Moon Wolf or the Death Guard, they are the forces that the human empire needs at this time. 】

Facing Morgan's questioning, Gallo just shook his head helplessly.

"We have received no transfer orders, neither from the Emperor nor from Terra."

"Also, even if we want to go, we must first solve these psionic aliens named [Druen]. The frenzy of space storms, if we don't eliminate them, most of our military power is likely to be lost during the subspace transition."

"We have assembled the powerful forces of the three legions: the Shadow Moon Wolf, the White Scars, and our Death Guard. The Primarchs of the three legions have also come to this battle in person. In fact, their fleet will arrive soon. You You can see them in real life right away."

Morgan was silent for a moment, and then she stretched out her hand towards the death guard in front of her.

[I don’t want to deceive you, my comrade Garro, I’m eager to return to the Dark Angel’s fleet and back to Jonson’s side. Make a contribution and support to the Qing Dynasty. 】

Jia Luo was also silent for a while, and then held Morgan's cold thumb. He muttered, without any immediate answer or guarantee.

"It will require the nod and permission of another grown-up, Ms. Morgan, and I confess to you, it will be very...difficult."

【Who? 】

"...Mortarion, our genetic father, the sole master of the Death Guard, but..."

"He does to you psykers..."

"Not very friendly."

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[Garo under my command has just sent a letter, and the last stronghold of the Druen Alien has also been pulled out, and we will be able to directly attack the lair of this dirty race soon. 】

[Congratulations, Mortarion, my toughest brother, your warriors have once again proved their strength, with your vision. 】

A soft nasal sound came from the spacious room. At this moment, it seemed that those invisible poisonous gases became a little arrogant.

But soon, these proud emotions were interrupted by a pair of frowning brows.

[Garo also reported that a battleship of the Dark Angels jumped out of the subspace suddenly during the battle and joined the battle, and there was a... sorcerer on it. battle of the heirs. 】

The voice became lower, hoarse, and slower, just like a rusty sickle tearing the young ears of wheat little by little, leaving behind a chilling sound.

[Dark Angel?Aren't they on the other side of the galaxy?Why did they appear here, and are there other warships coming with them? 】

【Garo didn't say...but I don't care either. 】

【The sorcerer, she intervened in this battle...with her sorcery...when my warrior is about to win a victory and glory! 】

[Don't be impatient, my brother, we still don't know what happened on the front line, and as far as I know, there doesn't seem to be anyone famous for psionic power among the sons of Jonson. 】

[Not the heir of the lion, but a courtier beside him, you should have heard of her name, Horus, that is, the [soul drinker], the witch who made a big splash on Ran Dan's front line, our brother The banshee raised by Zhuang Sen. 】

【Ah...Morgan, I did hear my heirs mention her, why did she appear here, is this an order from Johnson? 】

[I said, I don't care. 】

[Don't be like this, Mortarion, we all know that the mortal advisor is now a celebrity around our brother, and her actions cannot be without Jonson's will. 】

[So what, now she is just a thief, a thief who abused her witchcraft, and stole the honor that belongs to my legion and my children. 】

[...All this may be a misunderstanding and coincidence, Mortarion, we should meet them, meet these dark angels. 】

【Of course, I will go to see her, the banshee raised by our brothers...】

【Did you know, Horus, in Barbarus, they sometimes call me...】

[The banshee hunter. 】

(End of this chapter)