Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 865 Alien Reinforcements
"It's okay..., it's okay..."

On the battlefield, a psychic from the Mortal Auxiliary Army's Psychic Combat Group looked at the time traveler beside him. While he was constantly fighting against the endless voices in his mind, he told the time traveler that nothing was wrong with him. The time traveler looked at the psychic from the Psychic Combat Group, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and then directly injected a tube of medicine into his body. This was a shot of powerful tranquilizer. He could see that this psychic was on the verge of losing control. If he was not controlled, he would probably blow a subspace crack directly in the position.

After the traverser controlled the psychic, the psychic was quickly taken to the rear by the mortal auxiliary army. The traverser looked at the mortal auxiliary army that took the psychic away. After a while, he stared at the battlefield in the distance. On the battlefield in the distance, countless orbital strikes connected the sky and the earth like pillars in the Pantheon. Each orbital strike represented the annihilation of hundreds of thousands of Zergs, but what did it matter? No matter how many strikes the insects received, they would continue to rush to the position as if there were no end.

The endless sea of ​​insects seemed like they could never be killed. Countless insects rushed towards the human positions and were then beaten into pieces by humans. The corpses of the insects could be piled up into towering corpse mountains, but these things would still be recycled by the insects at all costs. After all, these things could be considered biomass, right? Although the Terran fleet had a lot of biomass reserves, the hive consciousness was still very frugal with these things, saving where necessary and spending where necessary. It was a very smart opponent, a very cunning opponent.

"Why..., why did such suffering befall me..."

In a position, in that towering war fortress, a soldier looked at the corpse of his comrade beside him, watched the corpse of his comrade being carried away by the medic, and then looked at the metal wall torn apart by the Tyranid war beast. He hugged his head in despair and kept muttering in pain. His spirit was about to collapse in this war. No matter how firm his faith was, he could no longer strengthen his will when a comrade from the company died in front of him.

In his heart, he kept thinking of the Divine Emperor and the Lord Protector and praying, praying that their power could descend upon this world and crush those damn bugs. He hoped that this war would end soon. He didn't want to see anyone die in front of him again. He even began to fear war.

Just as he was murmuring in pain, a political commissar walked up to him. The commissar looked at the only surviving soldier in the company. He did not make any accusations or insults to the soldier. He just looked at the soldier and waited quietly for his spirit to recover a little. He knew about the battle in this position. This mortal auxiliary army company fought very bravely. They relied on this war fortress to block millions of insects, but in the end their position was captured by the Tyranid war beasts. If the follow-up support had not arrived in time, it is estimated that there would be no one left in the company.

"Kid..., I understand how you feel."

Finally, after the soldier regained some consciousness, the political commissar patted the soldier on the shoulder and spoke to the soldier in a gentle tone. The soldier looked at the political commissar in front of him with a dull look in his eyes. After all, the appearance of the political commissar in front of him was not a good thing. Either there was something wrong with his mental state or with his faith. However, he already knew his own condition. There were problems with his mental state and faith. He knew his war-weariness better than anyone else.

"Commissar, do you think I'm worth a blast?"

The soldier looked at the atmosphere in front of him, he suddenly laughed, then asked the political commissar with a smile, he understood his current state, and his current war-weariness, he was definitely worthy of a bomb, after all, he was still a mortal auxiliary soldier on the fleet, after all, he was still a mortal soldier of the 21st Legion, he had the courage to face death, but this kind of psychological collapse was completely different from the fear of facing death, he did not want to let himself fall into cowardice and war-weariness, because this might kill his comrades in the subsequent battlefield.

"No, you don't deserve a bullet. That's for the enemy, that's for the aliens. What you deserve is a medal, a medal that shows the courage of your company!"

The political commissar looked at the soldier in front of him. He suddenly grabbed the soldier's collar and spoke to him in an almost roaring voice.

"Commissar, I don't think I deserve a medal. As you can see, I'm just a coward. I've been blinded by war-weariness. My hands even tremble when I see those bugs. I'm just a coward, not a hero. I don't deserve a medal..."

The soldier looked at the political commissar in front of him and spoke to him with a wry smile. He no longer even cared about the hand that was holding his collar. He was like a salted fish that had lost all hope. There was not even any hope of living in his eyes.

"Do you really think so? Then take a good look at those comrades who fell beside you, and take a good look at the aliens you killed in front of the battlefield. You are a group of heroes. Your company has blocked a sea of ​​millions of insects, and the number of aliens killed by you has reached 100,000! You have protected this world for the Emperor! You have fulfilled the will of the great Protector of the Country! And you are here telling me that you are a coward!?"

The political commissar looked at the soldier and pressed his head hard to make him look at the corpses that were being carried away by the medics. Then he pressed his head again to make him look outside the war fortress at the mountains of insect corpses. The political commissar almost used a roar to make the soldier regain his spirits. When he saw the corpses of his comrades and the corpses of the insects, his body, which had been like a salted fish, suddenly became lively again. He looked at the mountains of alien corpses outside the war fortress. He remembered his comrades, his mission, and where he was.

He was now standing in the Solar Star Region. It could be said that behind them was Holy Terra. They were completing a very sacred cause and waging a sacred war. They were guarding Holy Terra and their God Emperor. They could not retreat because behind them was the home planet of humanity and the heart of the human empire. "We are now in the Solar Star Region. Behind us is Holy Terra and our God Emperor. Our mission is to protect Holy Terra. The God Emperor has protected us for long enough, and we finally got the chance to protect our God Emperor. This is a sacred war. All those who died in this war are sacred. They deserve to be remembered forever by the empire and by humanity. Now! Soldier! Tell me! Do you still think you are a coward!"

The political commissar looked at the soldier, released his hand that was holding the soldier's collar, and then asked the soldier solemnly.

"No! I'm not a coward! My comrades and I are heroes! Sorry, Commissar..."

After hearing the political commissar's words, the soldier immediately picked up his plasma rifle, tidied himself, and saluted solemnly to the political commissar. He also saluted his comrades who were carried away by the medics. Just as the political commissar said, they are all heroes, they are all heroes who protect humanity and the God-Emperor, and these heroes deserve to be commended.

After seeing that the soldier had regained his spirit, the political commissar patted the soldier on the shoulder, saluted him in return, and asked the follow-up logistics personnel to take the soldier back to the rear. After receiving the commendation, the soldier will be arranged to retire soon. He has completed his mission of dedication to the God-Emperor. He will receive personal commendation from the Primarch, and will also receive the status of an imperial noble, enjoying the second half of his life for a hundred years on a certain imperial world without worries about food and clothing.

The fleet has always been like this for all soldiers. All soldiers who retire from the fleet will receive a generous severance pay, and soldiers with meritorious service will also be given the status of imperial nobility, and their noble status is as military nobility of the empire. These people will serve as commanders of the planetary defense forces on their worlds, and pass on what they have learned in the mortal auxiliary forces to the local planetary defense forces. This is a virtuous circle, and the governors of those worlds also welcome the arrival of these people very much.

After all, the mortal auxiliary troops retired from the 21st Legion can be said to be the Primarch's army. This is an honor. In the eyes of some planetary governors, letting these soldiers serve as commanders of the planetary defense forces on their own world, or even just being a decent citizen on that world, can be regarded as a demonstration of their devout faith in the God-Emperor and the Protector.

"Report, an alien fleet suddenly appeared in the galaxy, initially identified as a Necrons fleet!"

While the war in this world was in full swing, in the headquarters of this world, Wang Ming suddenly received a report from the Light of Humanity's artificial intelligence that a fleet of Necrons had suddenly entered this galaxy, and it was not yet known what the purpose of this fleet was.

"A fleet of Necrons? How could they be here..."

After Wang Ming heard the report from the artificial intelligence, he expressed great doubts about the sudden appearance of the Undead fleet. He didn't understand why the Undead fleet appeared here. Just when he was wondering why the Undead fleet appeared in this galaxy, the holographic projection screen in front of Wang Ming suddenly became chaotic, and then this green figure appeared on the holographic projection screen. Wang Ming became alert instantly after seeing that figure. The figure was a space Necron, and judging from its appearance, it should be a pope of the Undead Dynasty.

"Human, I am the Pope of the Kamha Dynasty of the Death-Fearers. We have no ill intentions. We are here for the same purpose as you. We are here at the order of the Silent King to fight against the disaster from outside the galaxy with you. You don't have to be wary of us. Besides, your vigilance will not have any effect on us. It will only increase the difficulty of our subsequent work. If you increase the difficulty of our subsequent work, we will consider using some corresponding means to deal with you."

The holographic projection of the Necromancer flickered in front of Wang Ming, and the emotionless voice was transmitted to Wang Ming's ears through the equipment. After hearing the words of the Necromancer, Wang Ming was stunned for a second, then he smiled and nodded to the Necromancer. Sometimes it is good to have support from other races, especially in this situation, there is no need to waste the manpower of the human empire, and the alien allies can be directly used to fill the line.

"I am the Protector of the Human Empire. We will not interfere with your work. We also have our own things to do. If you interfere with our work, we will take corresponding measures against you. Believe me, we have the ability to do so. It is not difficult to destroy a dynasty."

Wang Ming looked at the holographic projection of the Necromancer in front of him, he smiled and said to the Necromancer, the Necromancer was not very satisfied with Wang Ming's attitude, especially Wang Ming's last words, which were obviously threatening, but it was harmless, now, the most important thing was the task at hand, they followed the will of the Silent King to help this backward race resist the disaster from the Milky Way, but in fact their actual purpose was only to resist the invasion of the Tyranid Zerg, as for the life and death of humans in this galaxy, they would not open fire on humans, but at the same time they could not care about the life and death of humans, and if necessary, they might even take some corresponding measures against humans, so as to prevent the biomass of these humans from making the Tyranid fleet more difficult to deal with.

"Let the fleet withdraw from the main battlefield of the battle with the Tyranid fleet and leave the battlefield to the Undead fleet. All fleets return to the orbit of defending this world."

After Wang Ming finished his call with the Necron Emperor, he immediately withdrew his fleet from the main battlefield and handed over the battlefield in the void to the Necron fleet.