War...

As a soldier, Marcus knew that there were many wars within the empire, but he never imagined that war would break out on the planet Philimon.

Peace seemed to be the main theme of Philippon, but when Marcus was awakened in his sleep by the roar of artillery fire, he realized that war was so close to him.

Just yesterday, Marcus was bragging and joking with his comrades.

But today, in the battle with the alien, that comrade-in-arms has left him forever and returned to the arms of the emperor.

"Marcus, don't be in a daze, keep up, we must hurry up and destroy these aliens." Marcus's leader, Zack, roared.

The roar of the company commander Zack brought Marcus's thoughts back to reality, and he looked at his comrades who were rushing towards the city, and Marcus clenched the rifle in his hand and joined them in the assault.

The Xenomorphs could not stop the attack of the Philippon Defenses, and retreated into the city.

Although Marcus, who was outside the city, did not know what had become of the city, the constant wails and roars that kept coming from the city in his ears proved that the situation of the people inside was not optimistic.

The resistance of the aliens was very tenacious, Marcus and his comrades were unable to break through the defense lines of the aliens, Marcus did not understand, where the heavy weapons troops went, why there was no artillery support, if there was no artillery support, if there was the help of artillery fire, the aliens would have been routed long ago.

Cursing the damned heavily armed troops, Marcus once again rushed to the city with his comrades on the orders of the regimental commander Zack.

The heavily armed units cursed by Marcus were already in the midst of a civil war, and on the first night of the alien's appearance, these artillery and tank units were attacked by them, and in the panic, most of the soldiers were killed by the sudden appearance of the alien.

After the coordination and integration of the various commanders, they repelled the attacking aliens in the night, and just as the soldiers were relieved, some of their comrades suddenly turned their guns and pulled the trigger.

In the midst of the chaos, the aliens attacked again, and the soldiers were so confused that they didn't even trust the commander's orders, and everyone shot bullets at any creature that came into their eyes, and the chaos lasted for three days before it was basically over.

When the commander of the unit counted the number of soldiers after the chaos ended, he found that there were only about 500 troops left in the entire army, and there was not a single force in the dozens.

But this was not the time to be sad, the aliens had not been eliminated, the people were still threatened, and the commander immediately regrouped his troops and took his few remaining soldiers to support those who were still fighting.

"It's been five days." Marcus sighed, he and his comrades had been attacking the city for five days, and half of the entire regiment had lost their combat effectiveness. The morale of the soldiers had long since sunk to the bottom, and the long-lost line of defense had exhausted their strength.

"Support is coming!" Zack, the head of the regiment, suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes and shouted excitedly.

This remark reinvigorated the soldiers, and they and their comrades who had just arrived attacked again.

With the help of heavy weapons, Marcus and his comrades were able to break through the blockade of the Xenomorphs and wipe out everything they saw.

Led by the regimental commander Zack, the soldiers slowly advanced towards the city.

The once rich city has now become a hotbed of distortion and depravity, littered with human corpses, blood and filth, and the snow-white walls have been painted with blood with profane symbols.

The wails and screams that had been surrounding my ears for the past few days have disappeared at some point. The whole city is silent and eerie.

Regiment Commander Zach led the troops forward while trying to contact the other troops.

Suddenly, Zach's communicator lit up and he received a message from other troops.

"Zi~Zi~, don't... Come to the center of the city, go to... To protect... Ports, to the Empire... Request support. Zi~Zi~"

Zach looked up at the center of the city in confusion, the aliens were now at the end of their strong bows, and it was not much difficulty to clear the remaining aliens in the city, so why did they need the support of the Empire.

Just as Zach was confused, a cloud of colorful shadows slowly appeared in the distance above the center of the city.

It is a subspace rift that connects the subspace with the physical world, through which terrifying demons and Chaos Space Marines can come to the physical world to destroy and kill to satisfy their desires and please the evil gods of Chaos.

It turns out that the xenomorph is just a front to attract the attention of the planetary defense forces in order to cover up everything that is happening in the city.

A group of people were corrupted by Chaos, and when the army was kept out of the city by the aliens, they massively caused death and suffering in the city, which they used to perform rituals to summon demons.

When he saw this subspace rift, Zach instantly understood the meaning of the message, the aliens may not be a problem, but they can't stop those powerful and ruthless demons, and they must ask for support from Terra and the nearby Imperial Navy and Astarte warbands.

Zach immediately ordered to go to a nearby port, preparing to hold on to it and wait for the Empire's support.

At the same time, countless demons poured out of the cracks in the subspace in the center of the city, and they rushed into reality with a roar, wanting to have a baptism of blood.

After all, the human soldiers were not as fast as the demons, and some demons targeted Zack's army when they were halfway there.

Looking at these demons with sharp teeth and sharp mouths and terrifying shapes, some soldiers were even so frightened that their legs were weak and they couldn't walk. Looking at these soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness, Zach put the original idea of fighting and retreating behind him, and immediately ordered the whole army to arrive at the port as quickly as possible.

Let these courageless soldiers once again play some role for the Empire. Zach thought to himself.

Those who were afraid and couldn't move, and those who ran slowly, were caught by the devil.

Some demons began to perform unimaginable bloody rituals on these soldiers, some demons peeled skin from them and woven them together and wore them on their bodies, some demons used their own blood or bile to draw the symbols of evil gods on them, and still others found the sound of bones shattering and dying screams so beautiful.

The emperor is above, these soldiers use their lives to buy us time, this is really too loyal, I must not be caught by the devil, otherwise their lives will not be wasted, thinking of this, Zack's legs moved faster.

Finally escaped, no, retreated to the port, Zach gasped for breath as he glanced at his team, fortunately, most of them survived, Zach was very happy.

But now is not the time to rest, the demons may catch up in a moment, and the fortifications must be built as soon as possible.

Zach immediately ordered the poor soldiers, who had just escaped death, to start building a barrier around the harbor and placing firing points.

"Marcus, you take a team of soldiers to the harbor to find communication equipment, send a message to those who are still alive to retreat to the port, and ask the nearby Imperial Navy for reinforcements so that they can come with the Astral Army as soon as possible."

Marcus was a little distracted, the screams and wails of those comrades just now were still echoing in his ears, Zach had no choice but to step forward, give Marcus a crisp slap, and roared: "Did you hear the order clearly? Marcus! ”

"Yes, Captain." Marcuston, who had been slapped in the face, was in good spirits and immediately summoned men to find communication equipment.

Now is not the time to think about some moral issues, looking at the back of Marcus who walked away, Zach sighed and shook his head.

The soldiers have to be kept busy, otherwise they will start to think crankily, and the more they think about it, the more likely it is that they will go wrong, and some will even have a nervous breakdown on their own thoughts.

Zach grabbed his pistol and began to make his rounds, scolding the soldiers for being too slow and telling them to hurry up and get to work.

After all, demons don't mercifully give them much time.