Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 462 Death Legion
"Life is only for fighting, death is for sleep; life is for no honor, death is for redemption."
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Krieg's Death Korps, Sacrifice Prayer.

The Krieg world is like a speck of dust, so insignificant in the infinite universe. At least in terms of the character and abilities of the Krieg people, their homeland seems so pathetic.

From the damn atmosphere filled with radioactive dust, the thick radiation cloud successfully blocked the few rays of light from the stars, and then turned into cold gray snow and scattered on the earth.

On the ground, old and new trenches, ditches, war fortresses and ancient war engines lie on the ground, telling the few stories that have been unraveled from the records of countless millennia of human history.

Now death and sacrifice, war and victory, converge on the planet's surface, which is composed of a network of trenches and the ruins of bunkers.

Finally, a terrifying green aurora streaked across the sky of Krieg's death world, bringing with it several predators from the stars.

Furthermore, the Aurora and the Predator were almost equally deadly...

The one piece of good news is that the Empire's radiation protection technology is sufficient to resist those things.

At least most of the resistance is outside, it may be effective, and it has been proven to be effective for survival in the wilds of Krieg for several hours.

Although high-tech protective clothing can do this and heavy transport aircraft can isolate radiation, in general, most Krieg people cannot enjoy such a life.

The underground is their only home.

As a result, the world is almost dead, with only the huge wreckage of war engines and countless ancient nuclear bomb silos that are like wonders.

The Krieg seemed completely extinct, at least as dead as most of the harsh, stagnant worlds of the Empire.

This was once the largest hive world in the Storm Sector, with hundreds of millions of people living on Krieg. Now it is a nightmare of death and loneliness.

The remains of wars dating back ten thousand years were the work of a few foolish and ridiculous traitors during the Horus Heresy.

The Krieg took the devastation of the surface for granted, as if it were the ultimate punishment for their betrayal, something they deserved.

After all, even according to the environment of the hive world, this place is still too cruel.

Humans need water, but the liquids here are full of radiation and heavy metals. People need food, but the cold radioactive dust has wiped out all the nutrients available for crops.

It's like a giant, radiation-protected war museum.

Countless histories and stories have been preserved intact due to the death of plants and microorganisms.

And probably in the next tens of thousands of years, it will still be like a tombstone, allowing the Krieg people to remember the history of this place.

But this place is not really dead now. Due to its unique environment, the Krieg world does not have starports and orbital defense equipment.

After all, in such an environment, most races would just take a look and leave.

And all of Krieg's resources were invested in producing infantry, in other words, training soldiers and war materials.

Therefore, most Kriegs had no orbital defense capabilities, so they were unaware that some hungry bugs had already begun planning here.

They sensitively felt the huge number of Krieg people. Although this was a tough place to deal with, many Zerg swarms chose to invest part of their production capacity here due to the huge war consumption.

For the bugs who are now looking for food in the dark side of the empire, this is indeed an opportunity not to be missed.

Krieg's character meant that their home planet was mostly populated by raw recruits, though their combat effectiveness was far superior to that of other Imperial regiments. The Emperor, however, was clearly above them, amidst the maze of tunnels and radioactive ruins.

The advantages of those bugs are not much less than those of the Empire's Kriegs, even though they have sufficient home advantage.

In the irradiated ruins, several Genestealers are ready to make a move. Their treacherous appearance is so disgusting, but Krieg maintains a strict family planning.

As a result, they are unable to infiltrate the civilization here and can only serve as scouts.

The Zerg needs to find those Krieg fortresses, those crisscrossing fortresses full of metal but with a large amount of biomass (Krieg soldiers) inside.

Of course, this is not a cost-effective thing, but after the dark side of the empire unfolded, because the subspace rift opened, the power of chaos expanded, causing those tentacles to be disconnected from their own swarm will.

The confusion and disorientation caused in that moment ultimately led to starvation, which was also the reason why the Zerg attacked Krieg, a world lacking biomass.

Hungry people will eat anything, probably.

However, those sharp-nosed and monkey-faced gene stealers obviously did not understand many things, such as why they were looking for Krieg, and how they found prey.

By the time they realized their mistake, a shining monomolecular saber had already passed over their heads.

A simple, sharp blade from Krieg, without much decoration, quickly cut away part of the chitinous exoskeleton.

Then, before the Genestealer's head fell to the ground, the Krieg trooper's palm held up the ugly mutant head.

She put it into the leather bag at the horse's waist, on which was written in Gothic: "Battlefield Alien Data Storage Bag."

Then the female Krieg trooper in the gas mask patted her partner, her protective suit and heavy cape, which were already covered with a thick layer of radioactive snow.

But she seemed completely indifferent.

And a genetically modified beast similar to the ancient creatures of Terra, a muscular monster about three meters tall, made a sound similar to the roar of a horse.

The most noteworthy thing is that this horse does not carry any anti-radiation equipment, and has obviously adapted to the high-radiation environment...

She said emotionlessly, "The data has been saved."

"Apply to return to the team."

Even though she wasn't using the radio and there was no commander around her, she was still answering like a robot.

This is the unique discipline of the Krieg people, like a feeling buried in their bones, obedience and orders.

But at this moment she raised her head because several imperial transport planes were passing over the horizon. She hesitated slightly, then patted her horse's body and said.

"Executing reconnaissance mission d63 command."

Then she felt a slight sense of worry, though this worry was negligible to outsiders and barely mentioned within Krieg. "The storm is brewing."

Then a handsome horse galloped across the radioactive land, leaving behind only a blurry shadow and bursts of hoofbeats.

(End of this chapter)