"Report to the ground command center! We have taken positions, no survivors have been found, and there are no bodies. The dark creatures are not very strong in defense, and we have taken out a total of thirty-three werewolves, fifty-one dark knights, and more than two hundred high-level dark warriors. That's it. ”

Su Hao said the battle report that replied to the command center, and bent down, picked up a fragment of power armor from the ground, and compared it with the armor on his arm.

It was a white piece of armor. Only the size of a palm. In appearance, it should belong to the left chest of the armor, with an arrow unique to dark creatures stuck in the middle. Such arrows are made of special metals and are extremely armor-piercing. Of course, the most important thing is that a trace hormone from the dark creatures is added to the arrowhead process. This special casting technique is widely used in various weapons in the dark world, and it is also the basis for them to deal with human armies.

……

Corporal Chinook shoved the last high-calorie biscuit into his mouth and chewed on it as he muttered to Sergeant Major Kuskrat, who was sitting next to him, "Sir, how long are we going to stay here?" ”

A wry smile appeared on Kuskrat's dusty face.

He also wanted to leave this ghost place as soon as possible and return to his original army as soon as possible. Ever since escaping from the clutches of the dark creatures four days ago, the three surviving legionnaires, a mechanical priest and two ape-men, have been hiding in a broken barge found by the lake. The ship is so dilapidated that God knows what it was used for? But in any case, the rags and old planks on the surface of the hull became the best cover for the survivors. The barge had been attacked before, leaving only a tattered wreckage. But it still retains its rudimentary ability to float, moving slowly downstream along the drainage channels of the artificial lake.

Kuskrat was well aware that the direction was exactly the opposite of where the command center of his own regiment was located, and he went farther and farther. However, the troop carrier had sunk to the bottom of the lake, and there was really no machinery to be able to carry it, and the shore could be in danger at any time along the way. Kuskrat had no choice but to let everyone take shelter on the barge. However, this decision is now considered by Kuskrart to be a blessing. In these days, they saw countless follow-ups of the dark army on the shore march to the front line. If they had left the barge and walked on land, I am afraid that there would not be any scum left by now. Thanks to the fact that they had been drifting down the river disguised as a wreck, the dark creatures did not notice this place, and they never thought that there were still living people on this rotten ship.

"When we reach a place where there are no enemies, we will immediately go ashore."

Kuskrat pondered for a moment and declared: "Once you have landed, you must be ready for battle at all times. This place is full of dark cubs, and the chances of us encountering danger are far greater than when we encounter our own people. ”

It's true, but everyone, including the ape-men, knows very well that if they accidentally encounter the Dark Army, they will probably never get the same luck as last time.

The number of people on their side is too small, and there is not much ammunition left.

Two more days passed, and only the last few biscuits remained in the military backpack. Fortunately, since yesterday at noon, there is no trace of dark creatures on the shore. It seems to be far from the combat zone and out of the dark creatures' sphere of influence.

As a result of his wounds, Corporal Chinook kept an eye on the situation on the shore through the planks and rags on the barge. Suddenly, he reached out and tugged Sergeant Major Kuskrat's arm, and whispered, "Sir, look at that place, it seems that there has just been a battle here, and there has been an exchange of fire on both sides. ”

True, smoke was rising in several places on the shore, the remains of various corpses were everywhere, and a disgusting stench was in the air. It's just that the barge is too far away from the shore for the naked eye to see the specific situation. The flames and smoke were palpable, though.

Kuskrat picked up the tactical telescope in confusion and muttered to himself: "It's really strange, this should not be within the scope of normal combat." When the team leader explained the task, I looked at the electronic map, and there were no people in this area, and it did not belong to the resource area that was important to control. Why is there a ......?"

As he spoke, Kuskrat suddenly froze.

Through the binoculars, he saw the wreckage of a strangely shaped chariot. On the side body, an eight-pointed star-shaped black emblem is impressively imprinted.

That's the special mark of the Chaos Legion.

The Chaos Legion is the special name given to those rebels in the Human Empire.

Every genogen of the emperor is an excellent legion commander. They were the Emperor's most loyal servants, the best warriors in command of the various legions. They have endured countless battles, pioneered, and conquered one space domain after another, giving the empire the foundation for strength and expansion. The foundation of the legion is the corps commander, that is, the soldiers who have been genetically modified. Each of the genetic prototypes from the emperor's pure-blooded has grown into a superhuman-like being. However, they, like ordinary people, cannot be free from suspicion, resentment, and vanity.

Chaos is the Holy See's general term for creatures in the space realm. They slowly corrupted the Captain of the Emperor's Son before anyone knew it, making him the first and most powerful of the Infected. This infection is not a change in the surface of the body, but comes from within the mind and spirit, and even the infected person does not realize that he is gradually falling into darkness. It wasn't until the day it really broke out that it suddenly became clear that the rebellion was more severe than anyone could have predicted.

It's not like a few people are contaminated, or a few combat teams are corrupted. There were several rebel legions, and even the "Titan" legions, which were strong in combat, raised the rebel flag high for blaspheming the emperor. That is, from that time on, all the infected legions were collectively called the "Chaos Legion".

Private Anfuel leaned over and asked, "How can they be here, all this filthy and filthy thing?" ”

Kuskrat didn't put down the telescope in his hand, and said lightly: "The Chaos Legion is inherently at odds with the dark world. Dark creatures don't seem to welcome these things very much. However, judging from the current situation, it seems that the dark creatures have beaten the Chaos Legion hard. That's a good thing for us. ”

Corporal Chinook interjected, "It seems that it should be the dark creatures that have been defeated, right?" They are just numerous, but not very good in combat. Especially when there is no high-ranking noble leader, the dark creatures almost never win. ”

"Not necessarily."

Sergeant Major Kuskrat shook his head slowly. He vaguely felt that the Chaos Legion didn't seem to be as simple as taking advantage of the chaos to make some sacrifices to the evil gods. Although every time they appear, it is accompanied by death and purge. Kuskrat struggled to make out the Legion markings on the wreckage, but it was vague and not very clear.

There are burning chariots, indicating that the defeated side should be the Chaos Army. But it's also possible that things are the other way around. After all, no one witnessed the battle with their own eyes.

Private Amphor said, "The Chaos Legion may have been in a hurry when they were suddenly attacked by dark creatures. It could also be that there are too many of each other, like we did at that time a few days ago. ”

The telescope moved slowly, and suddenly, Kuskrat froze.

"What's wrong with you?" Corporal Chinook felt the change in the sergeant's body.

Kuskrat slowly lowered his binoculars and raised his hand to point to the wreckage of the chariot in the distance: "Look at that mark, is it...... It was them, the sons of a thousand sores. ”

The Children of a Thousand Sores, the cunning demons of the Chaos Legion known for their meticulous planning and cunning, will be defeated by a surprise attack by the dark creatures? If this kind of thing is said, I'm afraid only a fool with no brains will believe it.

The barge was eerily quiet, and everyone was silent. In this place that has just been torn apart and full of blood, such gore is extremely frightening.

"Quick! Everyone hid themselves, covered themselves with the canvas on the boat, and lay down on their stomachs. ”

Sergeant Major Kuskrat gave the order in a low and hurried voice. He didn't know why this thought popped into his head? But he trusts his instincts, and it's best to keep the status quo with everyone and drift quietly through the area.

More than ten minutes later, the wreckage of the barge floated over the curved part of the river.

At the moment when the bow of the ship crossed the obstacle in front of him, Kuskrat felt his body tremble.

He saw them.

Filthy, evil, horrible...... No amount of terrible words can describe the sight of the shore.

A large number of Chaos warriors gathered on the banks of the river on the side. In the midst of the dense crowd, a strange-looking building is growing.

Yes, it's growing. Just as a baby grows into a teenager, and a youth becomes an adult.

It's also a kind of space domain rule, a way of using energy to be transformed. In the process of fighting with the Chaos Legion and space creatures, the Holy See found that space creatures tend to build certain buildings in advance within the fixed space realm, and then, with them as the core, carry out spatial transfer in an energetic way. Just like a car, moving from point A to point B, consumes only gasoline, but the vehicle itself does not cause any damage. The use of the device is similar to that of the Space Converter, except that only the tainted Chaos Warriors, the original Legionnaires, can use this evil mutated energy.

The riverbank was littered with the corpses of dark creatures like hills, numbering tens of thousands. The corpses were fed into the building in a steady stream, and each time they entered, the building grew slightly in size. It's also a use of energy. Whether human or dark creatures, the body is made up of energy. The Chaos Legion is adept at translating energy, and they call this method of converting the corpses of the dead "blood sacrifice". Of course, from an outsider's point of view, the blood sacrifice is terrifying, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has lost its conscience. However, in terms of energy use, it is extremely ordinary, which is equivalent to adding firewood to the inside of the stove to make the flame burn more vigorously.

Kuskrat could almost smell the stench of rotting flesh. He saw puffs of distorted black smoke rising from the top of the building, and on the other side of the river was a strange group of black pillars rising and falling, between which a group of cultists equivalent to the Empire's mechanical slaves were busy. Accompanied by a loud roar of machinery, a bridge that is impossible to see is taking shape.

The barge has no power and floats entirely on currents. Kuskrat found that they were being pushed by the current, getting closer and closer to the Devil's Bridge in the distance.

Once exposed, it means that there is a high chance that you will be infected.

"Chinook, grab the rudder at the stern, then turn right and lean towards the shore." It was too close, Kuskrat leaned down and said in a voice that he could barely hear.

Corporal Chinook's face was full of fear, and he reached out and grabbed the rudder of the ship as the sergeant chief said. The wreckage of the barge began to slowly turn to the right, and the turbulent water rushed against the hull of the ship, continuing to approach the bridge in the distance, and also approaching the river bank.

The enemy is so close. It feels like you're lurking deep in the grass with dozens of hungry lions roaming outside. The reason why they haven't noticed your existence is simply that the wind is not in the right direction and doesn't blow the smell of sweat into your lion's nostrils. But this luck can't last forever, and you can only pray in the silence of fear, unable to speak, and without a knife or gun in your hand.

Kuskrat pursed his lips as he heard his saliva sliding down his throat and making noises through his body. Although high-calorie biscuits can supplement nutrition, they cannot satisfy physiological hunger. Kuskrat suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten properly in days. Fried chicken nuggets, butter peas, and mashed potatoes with chicken mushrooms...... Hell, what time is it? Why do I think of this? Have I become the same mindset as those of the creatures of darkness and the evil members of the Legion of Chaos? But then again, fear can be the catalyst for hunger. Otherwise, it really can't explain why I am so appetizing in such a dangerous situation now?

The bridge in the distance was getting closer and closer, and everyone lying in the cabin saw the huge piers wrapped in energy. Obviously, the wreckage of the barge, once hit, is definitely not a happy thing. Although I don't know what the result will be, Kuskrat definitely doesn't want to try it.

He lowered his voice and continued, "Chinook, make the rudder bigger and stay away from that damn bridge. ”

Chinook was the closest to the rudder. Although he was no less fearful than Cuskrat, he had to obey the orders of the sergeant. This is not only because he is a soldier himself, but more importantly, because everyone is in the same boat.

The barge staggered and drifted slowly towards the shore. If anyone has been paying attention to the wreck of the barge, they will definitely find that the trajectory of the wreck is very strange, and it is not simply moving under the thrust of the current. In any case, it no longer looks like a wreck floating downstream. But for the survivors lurking in the boat, there is no longer much to keep them. One by one, Kuskrat and his men did not dare to come out, and Private Amphor even prayed in a very low voice.

It is less than fifty meters from the pier.

Kuskrat felt more tense than ever, and the blood seemed to be concentrated on the top of his head. He gripped the goofs tightly, thick joints protruding from under his skin. The sergeant major stared at the group of working cultists on the shore. The distance was so close that it was the first time that Kuskrat had observed them from this distance. The snorkel on the cultist's back went around his neck and slammed diagonally into his chest in front of him. Like mechanical slave labor, they are all biotechnologically modified workers. The sheer amount of consciousness and technology instilled by Tong Guò Machinery makes them the best super mechanics in the world. However, unlike the Empire's mechanical slaves, the Cultist is equipped with a weak-effect paralyzing laser as a weapon, and when attacked, it can also manipulate the construction machinery in its hand to temporarily act as a weapon. Mechanical slave laborers do not have such a sense of resistance. Even if they die, they will not resist in the slightest.

Life has always been a dilemma.

Just like now, Sergeant Major Kuskrat hated these traitors among the human race. However, at the moment, he was desperate to get closer to the cultists. Because only in this way can you get away from the piers on the river. The barge was so old that if it collided, it would immediately fall apart. At that time, even if they wanted to fight back, the people who fell into the water would not be able to do anything about it.

Two Chaos warriors guarding the cultist's work walked in the direction of the riverbank. The style of armor on their bodies was different from that of the Legionnaires, with black throughout, no helmets, pale skin on their faces, and pitted dents on the sides of their cheeks, which looked like smallpox patients who had healed. This is the most obvious difference between Chaos Warriors and normal humans. They have all been infected, from body to soul, already belonging to the demons, and no longer to the emperor.

Both Chaos warriors were staring at the wreckage of the barge in the river, watching the rather strange floating body flow towards them. Kuskrat didn't dare to come out, just silently praying that the two mutant bastards were mistaken, and then quickly turned their terrifying glasses elsewhere. However, Kuskrat was ultimately disappointed.

In addition to these two Chaos Warriors, there were others on the riverbank who had already noticed the unusual wreckage of the drift. The barge was close to the riverbank, and one of the Chaos warriors hesitated to half-raise his gun. It can be seen that he is not sure whether his judgment is correct? But at times like these, it should be a good idea to shoot a few random bullets at a suspicious target.

At this moment, Kuskrat felt his body jerk forward. The bottom of the boat hit the river bank and ran aground.