Emperor's Bane

Chapter 43 Login
"Look at those guys, those giant-looking guys."

"Are you saying they are really human?"

"How would I know."

Sergeant Latobis raised his head high, under the gray sky like the Iron Curtain of Sabis 4, he could still clearly see how those steel creations fell in groups like It's like witnessing a miniature meteorite rain.

Beside him, Second Lieutenant Tigray couldn't help but amazed that two lonely mortals were still guarding this almost ruined trench at this time, and there were no new orders for them to execute, and no subordinate soldiers Let them order, the two guys who could barely be called non-commissioned officers were ruthlessly forgotten in a dusty corner just like their legion.

The two huddled together and wrapped everything they could find made of wool and cloth around their bodies. They leaned against a relatively flat section of the trench wall. The snow that fell just last night was enough to make it impossible for the most cautious guy to move.

There are no orders, no friendly troops, no winter clothes, no entertainment, not even a full meal. The only thing to be thankful for is that the group of misers in the Legion's logistics department, after rounds of exploitation and calculation, put the limited warehouse The food was distributed to the extreme, so that every soldier could get the minimum nutrition and calories needed to barely maintain the body, and finally no one starved to death.

As for those unlucky ones who lost the temperature and humidity in the cold wind in the middle of the night, I hope that someone in their distant hometown will miss them.

The great cause and dream of the Emperor burned the entire galaxy. The fire of this merciless expedition not only scorched countless aliens and enemy nations, but also scorched people loyal to the empire.

But no one cares about them.

A husband may be all to a wife, and a son may be all to a mother, but when they are taken away by the Emperor, their existence is but dust in the boundless splendor, their life and their death Also worthless.

Tigray fumbled in his pocket with his fingers. He opened a small hole in his several layers of clothing, and rummaged carefully until he confirmed that the letter that had been ruined by oil and dust was still intact. When he was lying in his arms unharmed, he took out his wine jug from the other side, shook it, but could only hear the sound of a little liquid rubbing against the bottom of the jug.

Tigray sighed.

"Those (beep--), even the (beep--) wine can't give me more wine, I really (beep--)!"

But even so, after taking a few greedy sips, he still saved a little for Latobis, but the sergeant has been obsessed with watching the steel meteors that kept streaking across the sky, he watched those big guys fall to the ground, And coming out of it was a group of the most mighty and powerful warriors he had ever seen, even the high-spirited knight masters in his memory were not even the slightest bit comparable to the majestic figures in front of him.

They wore black armor, which was a terrifying weapon he had never seen before. He even doubted whether anyone could really move those steel creations that looked so heavy, but in fact, they walked like flying.

"That's... the Angel of Death?"

Latobis murmured the name softly, the name he had heard from the officers.

"Yeah, Angel of Death, what a fucking majesty."

When Tigray's gaze moved to those soldiers, he couldn't move it away either. The dark-faced second lieutenant was stunned for a while, then smiled.

"Hey……"

"When I get rich someday, I will have such an awesome name."

Latobis didn't answer, he just watched those warriors lined up in formation and slowly disappeared at the edge of the desert almost obsessively.

"second lieutenant."

"what happened?"

"You told me before, what slogans do those angels of death shout when they fight?"

"That's a battle cry, kid."

"For the emperor."

"For...the..."

"For, the, emperor, for the emperor."

Tigray tore his hoarse voice, repeating these simple words over and over again, the breath he exhaled condensed into pure white water vapor in mid-air, wandering under the gray iron curtain sky, like a pure flower The cloud drifted into a stormy cumulonimbus.

Under this gray and white collocation, Tigray's hoarse voice raised doubts.

"What are you learning this for, boy?"

"I just think...it might be useful."

The second lieutenant slapped his head without hesitation.

"Don't be so crow-mouthed!"

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"Something might be wrong."

Zahariel looked at his data slate, and he showed a rare scowl.

"The 224th Cruise Fleet did not contact us in time. They should have been on standby in the low-Earth orbit of this world when we arrived in this galaxy. Obviously, although Major General Jervis has always been a reassuring and steady captain, But this time, he was overdue."

[Is the situation serious? 】

Morgan was sitting opposite him. They were staying in a temporary military tent, and the table was filled with all the information about Sabis 4.

"It's not serious enough to call out the gendarmerie or a military court, after all, they've postponed it for less than 24 Terra standard hours."

Zahariel shook his head.

"However, it is a pity that Major General Jervis may have to say goodbye to his perfect military resume. He has always been a steady and cautious man."

Color flashed in Morgan's eyes.

[Is it possible that there are some unexpected circumstances, such as an ambush in the void, or a special information interference technology? 】

This question made Dark Angel really think about it, but he shook his head in the end, half in denial and half uncertain.

"Although it is only a cruise fleet, it still has the firepower of three cruisers. The general Ran Dan fleet can't overthrow them in an instant. Moreover, we don't know much about Ran Dan's void combat. Most of Dan's fights were on land."

Such self-justification obviously made Zahariel feel at ease, but the remarks of the Dark Angel did not satisfy the mortals opposite him.

[Maybe, I need some fresh air. 】

Saying so, she walked out.

Outside the legion tent was a lively scene: Astarte used some mortal soldiers to build a simple fortification on their temporary garrison, and in return, the surplus supplies on the battleship would be transported later.

Morgan's eyes didn't stay on these things. She avoided the busy troops and began to walk casually around the periphery of the camp. Without even noticing, she put down her mark in several remote corners of this desert.

These marks are not lethal, but allow Morgan to teleport to any place she marks with the movement of her thoughts. She cannot be sure whether these things will come in handy, but it is always right to be prepared.

In this way, the silver-haired female officer was walking in the desert, and from time to time, a huge shadow would cover her: it was a battleship in low earth orbit.

About a thousand soldiers of the First Legion came to this galaxy. They belonged to different companies and groups, including Terra veterans and Calibans. This loose fleet did not have a commander in the actual sense. After all, they were just improvised to complete this sudden investigation task.

Zahariel and his warriors of Caliban blood came to the surface of the planet as a temporary defense force, while another company composed of Terrans stayed in the fleet. Some of the men were investigating the great Mandeville Point, while others were in charge of the air defenses.

Ahriman also chose to stay on the battleship with those Terrans, but he simply wanted to rest for a while to replenish his energy.

In addition, there are some more fragmented squads carrying out their own missions in various corners of the galaxy. They are not responsible to any one of the thousand Dark Angels, and no one has the right to question all of this.

Morgan raised her head, and she saw a very strange warship slowly moving in low-earth orbit, casting a shadow on the ground that she had never seen before. Morgan was sure that this warship did not belong to what she remembered. Any ship in the Imperial fleet where you live.

But just when she thought about it more, that shadow disappeared along with the movement of the battleship.

Morgan left the No. 30 markers at random. This time she chose the places where the Astartes had collectively landed before. Then, she turned around, and with the faint fire of psionic energy, her figure quickly disappeared into the desert. In the howling wind.

And not long after she left, a new landing pod arrived late, and three silver-armored warriors stepped down from it.

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Hector was a little blue, but he didn't show it.

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with Salieri's sudden seizure, he did not intend to let go of the possibility of finding the Primarch, so when the dark angels were landing in an orderly manner or setting up defenses, Heck Te was following Salieri around.

Although they carefully avoided all detection, the most basic sense of honor and disgrace as an Astartes told him that he was doing something embarrassing.

And after wandering around like a headless chicken for a long time, Hector only got an answer: that breath is no longer on the ship.

It took him three seconds to resist the urge to kill the bastard Salieri.

"Listen, Salieri."

Hector sighed.

"Mr. Calon even refuses this kind of stupid action, and there is only one assembly point in this world. If you can't find it, then we can only go to Mandeville point to try our luck, those Terrans Not as easy to talk to as the Caliban before us."

Salieri just nodded, and then he couldn't wait to walk in the front.

Hector didn't rush to follow him, he turned his head and whispered a few words to Ajax.

Then, he looked at the camp, which was a black trace in the gray-white desert and the strong wind.

For some reason, Hector suddenly remembered a teaching from His Excellency Kairon.

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"Despite all the impossible, the absurd will become reality."

(End of this chapter)