As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

"As far as I know, the Adeptus Mechanicus doesn't usually do this. Can we be more frank? I don't like secretive communication. If you continue like this, I can only regretfully decline your request."

Seeing this situation, the high-ranking priest was silent for a while, made a gesture to Zhang Ge to wait, and turned to the other priests. Although he did not make any sound, judging from his actions, they should be having a discussion.

After a moment, he turned his gaze back to Zhang Ge and said:

"Translation: We come for miracles. Although the glory of Om Messiah is manifested in your legion for unknown reasons, we need to follow the miracles created by the God of All Things. To this end, you can make some requests."

The so-called matter for the Titans actually refers to this, the miracle of Olivia resurrecting the War Dog Titan... That was indeed beyond words. Even if Zhang Ge knew the inside story, he was extremely shocked by the scene, not to mention these priests of the cult.

However, it is still necessary to stop loss in time:

"I see. Wouldn't it have been better if you had said it earlier? Your Skitarii have fought alongside me, and their long-range support has significantly reduced our losses. So, I won't make any further requests. I agree with your proposal."

"Translation: Agreed to the agreement. However, #Organization name blocked# The Skitarii suffered heavy losses previously. It will take three to five days to replenish to 20,000."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Translation: The 'Fighting Side by Side' agreement was proposed by you. In addition, as an additional thank you, we will provide assistance for your political actions."

"?"

You kid understands and can't tell the difference between polite words, right? Then if I ask for Huangquan No. 8, will you take it off for me too?

Zhang Ge, who was feeling a little uncomfortable, made a prompt decision and asked several senior military officers to ask these people to leave, so that he would not hear any more shocking remarks.

I thought it was hard enough to go out and bring back a group of maids, but I didn't expect that the Mechanicus gave me a little shock in just one minute of communication.

Where is the stingy oil man? Where is the extreme xenophobia? Can you save him?

Chapter 213: The White Scars and Urgent Matters

After confirming that those members of the Mechanicus had left, Zhang Ge took the opportunity to deal with some accumulated affairs. However, he was not very interested in this aspect. After completing some necessary work that could not be bypassed, he quickly returned to his room.

However, this leisure time did not last long. Just as he asked Penelope to go to the armory to pick up a batch of equipment for arming the maids, he received a call from Austin.

"It's an urgent matter. We need to conduct an interview."

"No problem, where are you now?"

"I've already arrived at your camp. Just let me know your location."

So urgent, the Iron Warriors are fighting back again?

After telling Austin his location and informing the stationed sentry chief to let him pass, the communication was cut off.

In the brief gap before the other party arrived, Zhang Ge recalled with some confusion what things might be called "urgent", but he did not get an answer.

Since the start of martial law, a large amount of previously constrained productivity and military power has been liberated in a short period of time, and the defense line in this part of the Dead Forest Festival area has become increasingly solid... If we put aside the war itself, what else is worthy of being called urgent by the Imperial Fists?

However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by the noise coming from outside the door.

Zhang Ge got up and went out. Although he was mentally prepared by the few short loud noises, the scene he saw when he actually opened the door was still far beyond his expectations.

Several Space Marines were facing Amelia, but they were not Imperial Fists. Their power armor was painted white with various gold and red decorations. Compared to the relatively simple appearance of the Imperial Fists, the combination of the three colors gave people a slightly ostentatious first impression.

However, in contrast to their appearance is the embarrassing situation they are facing.

When Zhang Ge opened the door, the chainsaw sword in the leader's hand had already fallen into Amelia's hand, and the inward-facing footprint on the breastplate also told what happened in the instantaneous confrontation.

"This is what you are doing?"

When he raised this question, a Rhino troop carrier appeared from behind. Judging from its speed, which was not slow for a tracked troop carrier, it probably did not expect that its colleagues driving high-speed motorcycles would abandon it and act on their own, so it was giving chase.

Seeing this situation, the Space Marines who seemed to be about to surround them also stopped.

During the slightly tense confrontation, the leader laughed a few times, then took off his helmet and said:

"We are from the White Scars Chapter. It seems that even though he is just a mortal, he has his reasons for wanting to take you with him."

Although he was looking at Zhang Ge when he said this, he finally glanced at Amelia meaningfully.

The White Scars, one of the founding groups, are known for their high-speed combat, wildness, and brutality.

However, the stereotype about them is largely wrong. Although these Mongol-faced Space Marines are indeed fearless, respect the strong, and are somewhat unrestrained, they are actually not barbaric. Instead, they are disciplined and good at art and philosophy.

Since Zhang Ge was aware of this, he did not feel offended by the other party's provocative words.

It seems that the situation is indeed extremely urgent, even important, so much so that these Space Marines need to follow the stereotype and use this provocative method to simply test themselves.

Of course, not being angry is one thing, but you still have to show the corresponding attitude in your actions.

After hearing what the other party said, Zhang Ge remained calm and took the large chainsaw sword used by the Space Marine from Amelia's hand.

For ordinary people, this thing is as big as a two-handed sword and extremely heavy. Even with Zhang Ge's physical fitness, it is a little difficult to control it when holding it in one hand.

But he didn't show it on the surface. Instead, after getting used to the weight of the chainsword, he grasped its other end and handed the hilt to the other party.

"Oh?"

The Space Marine made a mocking sound and then extended his hand.

However, it was obvious that Zhang Ge would not let him have his wish.

The moment before the opponent's fingers touched the hilt of the sword, the crushing phenomenon occurred starting from the point of force applied by Zhang Ge's five fingers.

In just a moment, the entire huge chainsaw sword disappeared, as if it had been completely erased by an eraser.

On this basis, Zhang Ge's grasping palm changed again, slowly spread out, and finally made a handshake gesture.

"It seems that it's not fast enough, is it?"

"haha okay!"

As expected, the White Scar Space Marine was not angry. Instead, he was stunned for a moment and then smiled and said "OK". He stepped forward without hesitation, shook Zhang Ge's hand, and even pulled him over, hugged him intimately and patted his back.

It’s just that the Space Marine’s strength was really exaggerated. After a set of moves, Zhang Ge was beaten so hard that he felt pain. However, even so, he still pretended to be calm on the surface.

After a while, it was only after Austin crawled out of the stopped troop carrier that Zhang Ge was able to escape from the situation.

When Austin arrived at the scene, he looked at everyone. Although he was puzzled by the sudden footprints on the breastplate of the Space Marine led by the White Scars, seeing the two people who were now "happy together"... he thought for a moment and did not say anything extra, but got straight to the point.

"It's OK. Explain the situation to him."

Hearing this, the White Scars Space Marine nodded, put away his joking attitude, put on his helmet again, and said:

"To make a long story short, the Dark Angels suddenly withdrew from the battle with us, forcing us to evacuate as well. However, after evacuating the battlefield, we didn't just leave. Instead, we caught up with the Dark Angels' convoy and headed towards their destination to find out what happened."

"After a while of chasing, the Dark Angels realized they couldn't shake us off, so they dropped a temporal stasis bomb on us, freezing our entire convoy... and by the time the freeze ended, they were gone."

"However, despite this, we were able to deduce their destination from their direction of travel: the never-ending desert storm."

After speaking several paragraphs at once, the Space Warrior paused for a few seconds, as if waiting for Zhang Ge to digest the information, and then continued:

"Their actions are definitely not without purpose. Now that we have freed up our forces here, I would like to ask you to assemble an elite assault force and set out with us to head towards that storm and investigate the Dark Angels' true purpose."

"You know, this matter is likely to involve a natural disaster-level spectacle. We must not be completely unaware of it."

Chapter 214: Give White Scar a Little Shock to Zhang Ge

Dark Angel? Now I have to get involved.

Putting aside other things, based on their style of doing things, if we were to uncover some of their secrets during this trip, wouldn't we be shot to death?

The bad news brought by the Mechanicus had completely wiped out Zhang Ge's influence. He asked the White Scar Space Marine directly:

“How many people are needed and how will they be delivered?”

"The more elite troops, the better. However, ordinary soldiers are unnecessary. We are not sure what kind of enemy we will face. As for the delivery method, it must be airborne. Otherwise, by the time they arrive, the battle will be over."

Elite, that's easy to say. The most elite soldiers of the entire corps have already been selected. They are the veterans of each company who have been assigned power armor and their own loyal guards. However, this means there are hundreds of people in total, and the transport planes in the regiment alone are not enough.

But this difficulty is not difficult to overcome. In Zhang Ge's name, he should be able to borrow quite a few Valkyries. Even if the elite combat nuns and Titan Guards are included, it would be enough.

After confirming this, Zhang Ge replied:

"Okay, where do we meet and when do we leave?"

After this question, Zhang Ge discussed some specific plans of the action with the White Scar Space Marine and quickly finalized the matter.

Soon, after several Space Marines left, Zhang Ge began to mobilize the necessary resources through sound array communication.

However, he soon realized that things seemed to be getting out of control.

Because he had previously confirmed with White Scar whether this was a covert operation, and the answer he got was "No, on the contrary, the more people know, the better", so Zhang Ge did not deliberately conceal it when contacting other corps to borrow aircraft... Then, he realized that his face seemed to be a little too big.

After a period of secondment, more and more fighter jets were needed, because when the communication was established, the conversation was generally like this.

"Hello? Do you have any spare fighter planes in your regiment? I'd like to borrow them."

"Yes, what is it used for?"

"A mission requires the airdrop of elite troops, and I don't have enough planes."

"Oh, it just so happens that I have a group of elite soldiers who are idle. Let's transfer them over together."

I don’t know if it’s because of Zhang Ge’s previous battle record or for some other reason, but the friendly forces he could contact seemed to have an inexplicable sense of trust in him, as if what he was about to do must be right.

This even made Zhang Ge dare not contact other people anymore. He was afraid that if he continued to contact them, all these elite soldiers would be able to form a new army group on the spot if they were gathered together.

Let's be honest, putting aside the fact that you have never missed a battle or lost a battle before, can you be more cautious?

Zhang Ge was speechless, and finally solved the problem by stealing the noble's shuttle.

Several hours later, when Zhang Ge arrived at the designated assembly location in a light armored vehicle, he found that the small square described as "safe and spacious enough" was almost full of people.

At first glance, the more eye-catching ones are the Kashejin veterans, Krieg grenadiers, stormtroopers, and heavy-armored Ogryns, while the "less conspicuous" loyal soldiers, shell-armored veterans and the like are even more numerous. Including Zhang Ge's own hundreds of power armor elites, the total number is at least more than 5,000.

If we add in the Sisters of Battle, the Titan Guard, and the Skitarii Vanguard who got the intelligence from somewhere and joined in, there are at least 8,000 people gathered here.

At the same time, it was not only these mortal troops who gave face. Even though the Imperial Fists originally had not many troops deployed on the Vigilance Planet and had suffered heavy losses before, they had now squeezed out a large part of the remaining troops.

In addition to sending several Terminator veterans, they also gathered more than seventy regular Space Marines, and even sent a Dreadnought and a Land Raider.

In this situation, Zhang Ge was obviously not the only one who couldn't hold back. The White Scar Space Marine who had seen Zhang Ge get off the car almost immediately came up to him and asked:

"Where did you find so many people?"

"Do you think I would have the same expression as now if I knew?"

Now, if you throw a small stone into the square, it is likely to hit a fighter who is one in a thousand even in the Star Army. These backbone forces are extremely rare in normal times. Normally, a battle-hardened corps can only spare a hundred or so people in total.

There are so many people gathered here, representing hundreds of interstellar army regiments. This is when the action is sudden and there is not much time to prepare. Even if it is in the name of a startup group, it is extremely difficult to contact so many regiments in a short period of time. You tell me this is something a colonel can do?

The Space Marine from White Scars looked at Zhang Ge for a long time, but ultimately said nothing. After all, he was the one who said that the more elite soldiers the better... Just tell me if it's too many or not?

The brief exchange between the two ended quickly, and the scheduled departure time soon arrived. Hundreds of Valkyries, shuttles, and dozens of escort fighters landed on the streets extending from the square, and the various troops also entered the interiors of these fighters in batches in an orderly manner.

The number of machines even extended all the way to the corner at the end of the street. Many unsuspecting troops were blown away by the sound array, thinking that they were launched into a counterattack without being included.

Of course, the most eye-catching among all the fighter planes are the eight Thunderhawk gunships. In addition to the six used to transport hundreds of Space Marines and a large number of light and heavy vehicles and equipment, there are also two CAS Thunderhawks. They do not carry troops, but use their load to place ground-to-ground weapons capable of destroying super-heavy tank formations.

After confirming that everything was in place, the roar of countless engines began to echo in the streets, and the hot tail flames ejected from the vertical takeoff and landing on the ground burned rows of charred marks.

Nearly ten thousand elite soldiers rose into the sky above the Dead Forest Festival and began to fly at high speed towards the giant sandstorm that was as big as a small nest city...even though they didn't even know what the purpose of this trip was.

However, a temporary corps like this is enough to break through the siege even when facing millions of cultists, and even annihilate them by dividing and destroying them. It should not be they who fear the unknown, but the unknown that should fear them.

The fighter plane formation advanced silently. As time passed, it was soon possible to capture the storm that was like a towering sand wall within the field of vision.

Countless fine sands were rolled up, and even above the clouds, the top of the storm could not be seen. Even the sunlight was largely obscured by the countless sand and dust, making the surrounding environment dark and terrifying.

And it is in such an environment that countless light spots representing the tail flames of fighter planes are flying at high speed, as if they are about to dive into it.

Chapter 215 Dark Angels, Fallen Angels, and Storms

When the storm came into visual range, in order to avoid possible hostile air defense radars as much as possible, the fleet began to gradually lower its altitude and eventually flew at an altitude almost close to the ground.

At such a height, the sandstorm seemed even more terrifying.

It completely occupies the front half of the field of vision and rotates at high speed every moment. The vortex image composed of countless fine sands is also constantly changing in this rotation, like thousands of huge sand-colored eyes that are twisting and being reborn.

Compared with such a natural disaster, the originally huge fleet seemed extremely small, and the strong winds and sand waves surrounding them seemed as if they would tear these human creations to pieces in the next moment.

However, that was just an illusion after all. The military aircraft and shuttles capable of operating in the most dangerous environments were not held back by the dark external environment, but continued to approach the edge of the storm quickly and firmly.

It was during this advance that the locked alarm buzzers on the leading Thunderhawk gunships suddenly sounded... However, before the gunships could maneuver, the alarm automatically stopped for some reason a moment later, and was replaced by a communication with friendly identification.