anovelconsole Chapter 278 Shining the Light of the Sky
Chapter 278 Shining the Light of the Sky
Chapter 278 Shining the Light of the Sky
The sky gradually turned into night, and the fighting became more and more serious. The bomb crater and the corpses formed a dark painting here. Under the faint yellowish light of the setting sun, everything looked sleepy.
On such a bloody and violent battlefield, the most eye-catching thing is probably the Thunderhawk gunboat that "holds" the huge monster. The huge monster built by the empire for transportation and fire support, the king of the sky, is roaring with all its wings, dragging Dragging the powerful dreadnought forward, roam the most brutal battlefield at the moment.
The magnetic sucker linked to the Dreadnought is being controlled by the Sergeant Major. This ancestor entrusts his own destiny to his brother. Just pressing a button can change the battle situation at the exact time and position. The Dreadnought is such a terrifying monster.
When the Sergeant Major Dreadnought landed on the ground, he did not disappoint his brother. His body hit the ground just right, bending the barrel of the Lemanus tank, sparks flew everywhere, and even made the heavy engine behind the vehicle look like a seesaw. Tilted up, and then the power fist broke out and the server roared and hit Lemanus on the head.
The once invincible heavy-duty turret burst into sparks in an instant, and scattered into a ball, so that the armor metal of Lemanus was severely deformed, and the crew members turned into meatloaf, were crushed inside, and died without a place to die.
The other infantry who were marching, coordinated with infantry and tanks, screamed excitedly, and took up weapons to shoot, shooting, lasers, and live ammunition, all of which were useless.
Countless flickering sparks jumped out from the unbreakable thick armor of the Dreadnought, but the ancestor just raised his submachine gun, and the multi-barreled heavy weapon began to rotate, the roar of death, and then countless flames protruded, bringing The deadly projectile, although its power is far less than that of the explosive bomb, is better than the large amount of ammunition, and the rate of fire is astonishing.
The wheel design, familiar from the days of ancient Terra, reappeared in the dark No. 40th millennium, tearing apart the pathetic flesh of heretics and traitors, leaving only indistinct fragments on the battlefield.
The ancestor fearlessly laughed non-stop, and the sound of frightening madness came from his electronic grid, endlessly, and behind this was an unimaginable situation, a crazy situation.
When a disabled veteran is sealed in a coffin, his will or thoughts are sealed at the same time, the drastic changes of the times, the coming and going of people, the sun and the moon of a thousand years are too long for space warriors...
The stagnant stance tore apart his soul and turned his reason into a blur. Now the only pleasure he could feel was the pleasure of killing heretics and aliens, and nothing else.
Finally, the mortals were completely dead, and the hundreds of human beings who guarded this giant were torn apart by the submachine guns. It was like a big blender here, except that instead of rotating the blades to fragment the matter, it was continuous, crimson. Large caliber projectile.
Facing the corpses of those heretics, the Dreadnought continued to shoot and shoot until the flesh and blood turned into balls of disgusting blood mist, rolling in the air with mud and blood-soaked mud.
The thick projectiles on the ground may be dug up and refined hundreds of years later, or it may be thousands, tens of thousands, or hundreds of millions of years later. The people who excavate them may be war survivors, or they may be some alien race. .
The muzzle of the revolving gun dissipated the smoke, and the crimson overheating made it soft. In the communicator, the driver of the fearless mecha was panting continuously. The killing machine stayed where it was, as if missing its former honor. Comrades, life.
In fact, his rationality never left him. He witnessed the mess, and he knew that he could no longer be the one who created anything, but a relatively expensive wet part in the killing machine.
The sergeant waited a few seconds, then asked. "Can you go back? You need to replenish ammunition and life-saving liquid."
A slightly hoarse voice replied. "Go back, child, where is Lemanus stepping down, I will make some preparations."
Killing is meaning, destiny, and force majeure. He raised his arm and let the highly maneuverable Thunderhawk hang it upwards. The body that is highly connected with the fearless mech felt an illusory sense of weightlessness. At the same time, the attacking man The most important thing is the countless war information carried in the soul of this ancient mechanical coffin.
Although in theory the shelf life of the Dreadnought is extremely long, every war is a real consumption of the driver. It is hard to imagine, when life becomes pain, what keeps those veterans insisting on fighting for the empire...
However, those veterans have done their best, two Dreadnoughts and two Thunderhawks have already destroyed half of Lemanus, plus the one after another take-off of the Assault Space Marines and the simple heavy anti-armor squad of the Imperial Guard. Hi, the enemy's front has been steadily broken through.
Victory is really not far away, after this longest night, Roander will become clean, this belief pushed the citizens of the empire to continue shooting, and even began to slowly press forward.
Their will is strong, and their tactics are also beautiful. In the extremely fast battle, those thoughts let them take the lead time and time again. Military shoes stepped on the soil that once belonged to them, and laser guns tore the flesh and blood of heretics.
In the command car, the rare smile brought the death-like cheeks of Captain Jeske, and made him distribute his favorite tobacco to others for the first time, because he couldn't use it anymore.
He lit the thing that made the place smoky, and took a light breath. "I want to be a pdf, I want to retire, and redevelop good things for this piece of land I laid down."
The adjutant lit the smoke dully. This thing is not as good as the incense of the state religion, but it can also soothe the soul, but the thing that makes it achieve its effect is called an addictive substance, so he took a sip suddenly, wanting to die, half asleep and half awake Open your mouth. "I want to continue serving. This victory will allow me to become a higher officer. Maybe I can become a major. Think about it, major, how impressive it is!"
"The prestige is the prestige, but I have had enough of ordering people to shoot. I am not the material to command others. When any comrade-in-arms on the battlefield dies due to my plan, the numbers alone suffocate me. But after many hours have passed, Now I don’t feel pain when I look at the obituary list!” the captain said rationally.
"I'm becoming less of a person. My feelings are beginning to be indifferent to many things that should feel painful. Coupled with the improvement of my status and material improvement, I will become a monster that makes soldiers charge fearlessly, not a real soldier." He said. Extinguish the cigarette in his hand, what he usually feels comfortable with now makes him feel numb and tasteless. In the face of victory and being alive, the pleasure brought by that kind of peace of mind is countless times better than this garbage.
He just felt tired at the moment, wishing the Space Marine Captains would touch the void shields quickly and give them an end, a quick, lovely end.
He turned on the communicator. "Advance, continue to advance, commanders everywhere, soldiers of the empire, and those who can hold guns, after our long persistence, victory is coming, the emperor bless us, bless us, honor us, and help us Astartes of the Destroyer Eagle Chapter."
He spoke generously and ordered all supplies to be used in this attack, and now all Imperial Guards who are still alive and can shoot, start engines, and live people who can fight heretics must move forward, for heretics To show they didn't deserve to fall on Roander, to challenge the Hammer of the Empire.
The scorching laser focused on the guns, and then sprayed to burn the enemy. Under the mutual cover of the heavy Lemanus tanks and Chimera armored vehicles, the remnant troops of only 3000 people brought those things forward. Ironically, this is For the first time the Loanders had so much cover, and this was a war they never wanted to fight again.
Sacrifice, sacrifice, countless sacrifices, comrades, friends, family, gardens, and even your own health. Only faith drags those wreckage-like bodies forward, rapidly, crazily, forward.
As the Imperial Guard moved forward, the gunships carrying the Space Marines began to press forward, as planned, and everyone was looking at the clock that represented the countdown to the standard of Terra, and the moment it pointed to 12 o'clock was the whole war. The sacrifices will all be worth the day.
At the same time, advancing made those heretics have a lot of doubts. Why did the Imperial Guard suddenly give up their strategic advantage? Moving forward is their defensive structure. If you only look at the number of people, they are still in an advantage. Can't be saved.
But soon, those heretic officers subconsciously felt that this was a misjudgment of the strength of their legion by the Imperial Guard, and they were happy to watch those people attack forward and be eaten up by defensive battle lines and ground-shaking shells.
Only the leader of the Rune Warriors had a different opinion. He looked at the changes in the war situation in doubt, and asked the soldiers to retreat back to the war fort with the mentality that something happened suddenly and inevitably, relying on the void shield and many counterattack weapons on the building. Maintain the front.
But what answered him was not the previous firm words, but the officer's expressionless expression, no resistance, no insults, just ignorance, chilling and annoyed the soldier.
"What are you doing? Retreat quickly, the enemy has a problem!" He waved his own knife, but the officers said. "We can't command soldiers anymore. Now bullets don't drive them, let alone your blades. And they don't trust us anymore. Today's troops just want to survive."
Yes, to survive, most of the countless men and women who joined the army in the empire only wished for it. Whether it was to escape the labor of cannibalism or to join the heretic army to survive, the people who lost hope now became them, the ones who lost their only motivation A soldier is a lump of mud, no different from sandbags in a trench or sand on the ground.
Rune Warrior understood. He sat on the tank and stared blankly at the battlefield, but he did not give up. He turned on the internal radio and spoke. "All brothers and sisters who serve the gods, those soldiers are unreliable, and I will lead you to avenge the Eagle of Destruction, just like what I said at the beginning, but we have no tank cover, no soldiers to help, we can only rely on less than a thousand human us."
"But you should understand that we are not soldiers, we are hunters, and we will shoot the eagle if we see it. Even if our entire army is wiped out, we cannot let the last hope go out."
"The cauldron is boiling souls, and we just need to kill the Astartes and fight for the last time."
Yes, they still have the last requirement of the battle, which is to cover until the crucible is cooked successfully. Although they lack wizards and astropaths, this sacrifice will inevitably fail, but this is the last way for those people to convince themselves to go to the battlefield.
Therefore, those armed lunatics took up their weapons and stepped into the trenches. The honor they represented and the spirit of not giving up, and with force, reactivated the dead front.
But so what if you can resist?
After their brief deployment ended, the huge anti-orbital fortress let out a roar, and the beautiful hexagonal body, the equipment that amplified the defense power to the maximum in every sense, suddenly shouted something sadly.
The rapidly dissipating stance in mid-air, what was supposed to neutralize matter and energy by redirecting shots into the warp, suddenly failed, the sergeant yelled at this moment. "Successful!"
The panicked heretics soon saw a huge shining ray descending from the sky. It was a huge object called a spear of light by the empire, and it was also the wrath of the Baptismal Fire battle strike cruiser.
The ability to gather the death giants protruding from the satellite ruins in the void caused a bad reaction on the ground. The light attracted the objects on the ground and made them slightly suspended. Then a beam of light fell, and the low-Earth orbit defense turret was paralyzed. Dissolved and turned into metallic slime.
The next thing is the long-awaited macro artillery, the ground is trembling, the powerful firepower from the side of the strike cruiser almost destroyed half of the indestructible fortress, the mushroom cloud flew into the sky, the whole world was trembling, those heretics were stunned, and many soldiers knelt On the ground, begging the emperor to take back his divine power.
But there was no mercy for the traitors, the airdrop pods fell from the sky, multiple Rand tanks, transport vehicles, siege armors, two squadrons of Thunderhawks began to fall, lost the defense force near the ground, and the warships of the space warriors began to smash down recklessly The craziest troops.
Mr. Kane once said that the firepower of the interstellar warriors is quite terrifying. Compared with the Imperial Guard, a company has one cruiser, dozens of heavy tanks, various attack engines, and two to three dreadnoughts. More than one squadron gunboat team.
This is why the Fourth Company Commander despises the reality of many mortals. As the most beloved warrior of the Empire, the Star Warriors alone have tens of thousands of mortal servants, orbital bombing capabilities, hundreds of armors, and terrible airdrop capabilities.
They are the most fearsome warriors of this age, and now the gleaming armor completely crushes the backbone of those mortals, what runes, what honors, when the emperor's favorite children show those privileges and many forces bestowed by their fathers, Heresy is truly a dog with a broken spine these days.
Zeng Zhigao's rune warrior captain looked at the huge army here in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the person he swore to resist had such terrifying power.
He laughed until his throat was hoarse, and the Land Marauder's flamethrower burned his flesh dry, and the treads trampled over his body.
(End of this chapter)