The Crimson Angel could not forget the expressions on the faces of the mortals looking at him now, not adoration, fear, or the usual way he had seen them before, but anger, resentment, and defiance.

Katachan's eyes stared like hyenas, and he understood why his horrible brethren had died at their attack, the attack of mortals.

Vingar's solicitation is sincere, he worships his master, the temperament of the king of the black heart, no matter who will bow down to his edict, he also wants to do so, so that others will obey him from the bottom of their hearts.

But he is the one who has left his warband because of contradictions, and the character problem of Wyngar is obvious, he does not trust others, he is arrogant, stupid, and hungry for blood, even his brothers who are truly born with him and use the same genetic seeds cannot put up with him, let alone the arrogant rebel space marines, or the Katakans?

The anger in Vingar's nerves was mobilized, and Katachan's eyes were inserted into his head like needlework, irritating his already sensitive heart.

Afraid of him? Why look at him like that? He's the Crimson Angel, he's Vengar, he's the Doom, the second lieutenant of the Red Pirates, he's the one who will shake the Cosmos, he's the tombstone of the Empire, not ... Pitiful, waste that can only be mixed with mortals!

Sometimes Astarte's sensitive perception can become a weakness, such as the dogma of the Order's countless veterans and the loyalty of the warband, or a strong enough will, strong and weak, in fact, it is difficult to distinguish between strong and weak.

At least at this moment, the Red Pirate Ensign, the former Crimson Angel, and the Astarte Monk in battle armor and armed with an explosive chainsaw are "weaker" than these mortals who have lost their loved ones, are helpless, sleeping in the rainforest, and mortals in the flesh.

The hesitation was only an instant, and the sound of hot melt erupting in Captain Katachan's hand was still that terrifying flash of light, even if the naked eye of a Space Marine could see it from such a distance.

I saw the star-like light explode, and a moment later, countless seas of trees turned into char and ashes, and the target?

The terrible giant? The captain didn't want to kill him, not because he wasn't hostile, but because he knew what he was capable of, and in an instant, the crimson angel used his superhuman reflexes to dodge the deadly attack.

He was a little surprised, when mortals saw him like this, their first reaction was not to be afraid, but to shoot, why?

"How are you, how are you, because of your God Emperor? The thing that sits in Terra ignoring the deaths of hundreds of billions of people? ”

Captain Katachan didn't know, he didn't need to answer, everything he was doing now was to convey the goal of this group of traitors, and in just a few seconds, the three non-commissioned officers of Katachan had already run into the depths of the forest as fast as they could.

The others knew very well that they couldn't defeat the beast, but they hoped that they, like the people born on the planet Katachan, would naturally draw their weapons against the car-sized Katachan demon.

Since the heat melt couldn't hit, he used the beam carbine, and the whizzing sound and burning marks were left on the armor on the angel's chest, and Vingar didn't understand why they dared to shoot themselves when they were all like this.

What are they insisting on, the mortals under his command and the mortals he has seen probably do not have such will, yes, he has fought side by side with Katachan, but he has never understood those people, only that they are elusive and difficult to kill.

He couldn't understand it as a soldier, but now he was a commander, and in this coveted position, he saw the bravery and loyalty of the Katakhams and the qualities that his soldiers did not have, and even his fighting brothers did not have...

Vingar's mood was terrible, he couldn't describe what that feeling of disappointment was, he could only squander his disappointment on the enemy, with a chainsaw sword, a blaster gun, and that battle-hardened technique...

Scarlet was scattered again in the dark forest, as if purple paint had been scattered to the ground, and the "loyal" mortal servants were long overdue, probably observing the situation earlier, and Vingar had been alone from the beginning.

The servants fell to their knees, faithfully wiping the marks on Vingar's chest from the Katachan's blade, or the pits from the heat, but none of them felt that they should fight in for Vengar.

This is the former Crimson Angel, now unaccompanied, and he only wants to hear a word spontaneously from his servant's mouth, that heartfelt evaluation, even Astarte needs the approval of others to shape his heart and strengthen that defense.

The demon of Vengar sent the god to ask his servant. "Do you think I'm going to shake the universe and make everything crawl?"

The words were gentle, without much emotion, and even a little cowardly, but the answer to him was not approval and affirmation, but fear and avoidance.

"It's... My Lord... My lord, you will..."

Wyngar was silent, his iron fist swinging, smashing the kneeling thing in the head, and then roaring. "Keep marching!"

In the distance, the fleeing Katakans were swift as a hurricane in the forest but as quiet as a wildcat, and when they returned to camp and held high their tactical belts with the Empire's standard flag in their belts, Alan Bair hurried out of the command room.

The Katachans, he immediately felt distraught because there were not the right numbers, and Alan Bair prayed to the Emperor that he had promised to take care of them and not let them die.

"Non-commissioned officer, how are your comrades-in-arms?"

One sentence made the Katachans froze slightly, they didn't think that their commander would say this sentence first.

"They... Delaying the footsteps of the rebel Space Marines, the enemy is in... Forward, about five hundred, ordinary humans, one Astarte, gorgeously equipped, but without heavy equipment, in the direction of..."

Sergeant Katachan gasped, but calmly reported, even as if the death of his comrades should have been, only Alan Bair's emotions were complicated, and the feeling of death and war haunting him crept back into his head.

He wasn't a good soldier, not even from the beginning to now, he patted the Katachans on the shoulder. "Go back to rest, back to Karui City, Sergeant."

The Katachans immediately slapped his arm away. "I refuse, sir, we can't escape, we're not deserters, we're not your toys."

"I understand that you are great, I understand that you are a good person, I understand that the light of the emperor will always shine on us, but, sacrifice is inevitable, this is the battlefield."

"Sir, what are you hesitating about?"

"With your clever plan and loyal life, you can defeat something as terrible as the One-Eyed Orc, but what are you hesitating about right now?"

"Let me see again, you who shot the orcs that day, because I know that you can shock the universe!"

The Katakhams spoke in unison. "Because, we believe in you, you can shake the world."

Alan Baier pursed his lips, he didn't like the word, he wouldn't be a great man, but everyone trusted themselves so much.

He said to Katachan. "I want you to live and find the meaning of your life, like you, him, or the man who is digging trenches."

"Life does not exist for sacrifice, sir, although it is great and honorable to be a martyr, it takes greater responsibility and sacrifice to live."

"Death is easy, I need you, non-commissioned officer, to at least stay on the front line and raise a gun for me, for the emperor, for the empire."

The Katakáns did not speak, but saluted and walked back into the trenches... As Alan Bair requested.

Fate is like this, some things, some people see it as Ganyi, some people see it as loess, Vengar is arrogant and powerful, and can live for a thousand years, but he can't see why he has no respect, Alan Baier is humble, mortal in the flesh, and has to leave in the next hundred years without means to increase his life, but he is like a lumen tower, shining on his subordinates.

On the Ghost of Destruction, on the bridge, the King of the Black Heart looked at everything, he may know it, he may not know it, but he understands very well that he and the commander of this world are a kind of person, and if he can join his great cause, the empire will be destroyed.

But he also knew that it was even harder to bring down a strong-willed man than it was to destroy several worlds, and he looked at the dark green planet from the bridge like a god, shaking the wine glass in his hand and drinking the bright red wine.

Then he let go of the wine glass in his hand, and the dried bright red liquid fell downward in the artificial gravity, shaking, and the glass shattered, turning into countless fragments, like the lines of this dark green orb on the track, that is, her continent.

The cracking sound turned into the roar of guns, the roar, the battle roar, and at this moment Alan Baier was directing the battle with the nearby radio in the command room, and the traitors had attacked.

"The first company, the first platoon, uses explosive shells to suppress the enemy, and the second platoon, ready to replace them with grenades and individual weapons to make up for the fire vacuum when the ammunition is emptied and replaced."

The enemies are thousands of mortals in the forest, a mixture of hundreds of interstellar marines, and the catachans' prophecy has worked, but it is still too difficult to face those things, and the human forces lacking heavy firepower cannot destroy the armor made of terracotta steel of the traitors.

Heavy explosive shells leave holes in them, but they can only be so bad that they can't accurately shoot soldiers in the trenches, and this inaccuracy refers to the "inaccuracy" of only 5 headshots out of 8 rounds.

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The terrible thing of 75 caliber hit the mortal body of the Astral Army, half of the body was torn apart in an instant, and the appearance of death was tragic, enough to destroy anyone's morale.

It's hard to imagine how mortals should resist when those giants were enemies.

And now there are two hundred Space Marines, two hundred!

A magazine, the standard explosive magazine is 25 rounds, and the number of bullets it can carry can destroy a full 20 people in half a minute while resisting heavy fire, and with such power, 200 times 20, that is, the moment of one magazine, there are enough 4,000 Imperial Guards to die!

And this is still with bunkers, fire suppression, and the traitorous mortal servants waiting for their chance.

Today's 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady plus PDF has a total of 60,000 men, and there are 30,000 men on this defensive line!

The traitors emptied the magazine for about half a minute once, and it only took about seven reloads to slaughter 30,000 people, and this is the crushing of ordinary people by the Space Marines, and it is also the most terrible situation at the moment, not to mention that before the death is over, morale will collapse faster.

When the heavy bomb changed ammunition, the second platoon of fighters raised their heads from the trench with the grenade nestled in their hands, only to be shot in the head only a moment later.

Those terrible things in human skin can no longer be called angels, and that is probably the demons themselves.

Dozens of astral troops die every moment, this is the Space Marine, this is the weakness of mortals, this is death.

And what is the hero waiting for, what is Alan Baier waiting for, what is the staff officer waiting for?

It's mines, it's those special things, they're not ordinary explosives, but ...

Mixed with the terrible stuff of the Dark Ages weapons and ammunition, the ammunition of the deflagration weapons, the nano ammunition, those that can break through the shell of the Space Marine...

They are the most stable things on the battle line, and even if the tank is lost by stampede, it will be destroyed in an instant, which is also the situation that the senior officers of each company expect.

The Imperial Guard became the bait for the bloodthirsty stuff, and before the traitors set foot in Karui City, they must have been hungry and thirsty, and they wanted to fight, and tens of thousands of soldiers were the best targets.

They were arrogant, just as Alan Bair had expected, and when the Space Marines poured out their firepower and changed their ammunition, the large groups were immediately ordered.

"Retreat to the second-line trenches, we have about 3,000 brothers killed, the emperor blesses, it is already lower than our expected losses, all the large forces, retreat quickly!"

The Astral Army was in good order, leaving backwards from the tunnel in the trenches, taking all the valuable things with them, and retreating a full five or six hundred meters to the second line.

And the Chaos traitors haven't "eaten" yet, just by strafing a wave to enjoy so much flesh and blood, the killing intent of the Space Marines naturally has no way to retreat.

They enjoy the horrors of mortals, no doubt about it...

After the clash that had just been slaughtered, they didn't believe that any mortal individual weapon could break through their armor, but Vengar was not a brainless fellow, and he immediately gave the order.

"The captain gives the battle order to the brothers, stay put, do not move, and let the mortal servant army test forward."

"Stand by now, brothers."

At this moment, several interstellar soldiers stretched out their hands to turn off their communicators, they would not let the annoying relator order them, his face has not changed yet, I am afraid that it is the ** of the master of Huron, enjoy the things used for fun, after all, the bodies of mortal women can't stand them!

Several Chaos traitors also formed a group and chatted. "My lord King Blackheart must take care of that boy at night, and look at his unmutated cheeks, like a woman."

"Oh, that blonde hair, he doesn't want to shave it, it's a lot like his original father, isn't it?"

"Ah, Horus must have enjoyed the angel's time... Hahaha~"

They spit foul words as they speak, and they hope that mortal fear, flesh and blood, not orders and stupid losses will fight.

Under the actions of individual thorns, Wyngar saw his communication channels shut down one by one...

"Those bastards... Those things that don't listen to commands..."

He almost shot one of his brothers in a fit of rage, almost doing the stupidest thing of all, but luckily his sudden blood thirst stopped his stupidity.

After drinking the bright red liquid, Vengar looked up weakly, he looked feebly at the brothers moving forward, and then... A huge flash of light rose, and the revenge of thousands of Astral Army martyrs came...

The crimson light of the terrifying power that even rose into the orbit of the planet made the King of Blackheart see it clearly, and he smiled strangely, as if the dead Space Marines were not his heirs.

Because he knew that this misery would bring him the strongest warriors, the strongest commanders, and he would get a real right-hand man...

I just found out that I got the names of Vengar and Altex wrong, and Valtex didn't show up after the second chapter was released, sorry!

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