The power of the blast core was enough to melt the clay steel, and dozens of mines exploded in chains, causing Astarte's armor to melt just by ripple, revealing those mutated and twisted skin.

But this is not a good thing, the explosion is too powerful, causing a chain explosion, pushing many Astartes who have not yet stepped into the core of the fire, if it is not for the annoying magnetic field of this world, then it would be best to change to manual detonation.

But this power is not completely bad, at least the deterrent is great, and Alan Bair found that the radio under the interference of the magnetic field that has been blurred seems to be normal?

In this way, although the Special Mines have emptied the Dark Ages entity ammunition except for energy weapons such as the Elemental Weapon, the maximum firepower of the Skadi 4th Infantry Regiment has been exhausted in order to send the entire group of traitors to the Chaos Gods.

Nowadays, there are only a small number of plasma guns and hot melts, and the Yuan number weapon is still enough of a threat to the Space Marines, but it is also good to be able to retrieve the ability to communicate.

And when Vingar, the Crimson Angel Commander used his superhuman mind to check the battle situation, he also found a staggering number of battle brothers in the countless pits on the ground.

Almost instantly, the command centers of both sides made a judgment that this time it was the Imperial Guard who won...

In the command room behind the trenches, the staff officer wiped the sweat from his forehead, he never thought that mortal troops could embarrass those Chaos Space Marines so much.

"Are those, those guys who aren't afraid of heavy bombs really dead?"

Alan Bair reassures his former boss. "Dead, they're not immortal, Astarte can be killed, you've seen it more than once, haven't you?"

"No, no, no, you also saw their firepower just now, that kind of movement, the accuracy is far from what humans do, I hope they are dead, but I still can't believe it." The staff officer's uneasy vigilance on the battlefield, because witnessing the scene of the Space Marine's massacre of the soldiers just now, really made people wonder if this group of monsters would die.

When what the Space Marines represent is reversed, they inflict more damage on their own people than any other alien, and those damn betrayals fill their souls, making them forget who made their armor and who their hearts are for.

But Alan Bair knew very well that those traitors were definitely not immortal, and he immediately ordered it.

"People with hot-melt, plasma, and meta-weapon weapons get on the Chimera armored car and go to destroy the enemy! They're not Space Marines, they're not heroes, and those things now are just maggots who have forgotten the blessings of the Empire! ”

"Prepare your weapons, take all you have, I swear, it's dangerous, but I also know that those who have those weapons have probably experienced the greenskin wars of this world."

"They won't be crazier than One-Eyed, and they're not much stronger, the Emperor's light is on our side, get on the handlebars, and give a curtain call to those disgusting traitors!"

If those traitors heard the content of the communication, they would be ashamed and eager to dig a hole and bury it, because they had betrayed for the sake of strong power, and now they could not deal with the Imperial Guard, which they had never looked up to, and now they would even be exterminated!

This is a word that can only be used for aliens, alien creatures, or primitive things in the world, and now it is used for the most glorious creations of the empire, and the people of the large groups will naturally smile heartily.

The worst of the war has passed, and now it's time to exterminate them!

The buzz of the Chimera armored car was the chorus of engine shrines, but the plan wasn't really in Alan Bair's mind, because he didn't think the legendary Space Marines would be so... Rubbish?

He still mourns the death of 3,000 of his compatriots, but he cannot but evaluate that the enemies he encountered did not seem so terrible.

And the Chimera's maneuver was undoubtedly the inspiration of a certain ensign that Alan Baier didn't like, and now he had his favorite gun, the relic pistol, and the hell gun, and to be honest, he couldn't pronounce their professional models or anything.

But they are loyal, just like themselves, and that's enough, there aren't many Chimera armored vehicles dispatched this time, because the people with those weapons are worth 30 to 40 people, and the three sorties are empty, but they are absolutely deadly, absolutely terrifying.

The three Chimera's tracks ran over the bridge prepared for the chariots in the trenches and left amid the excited shouts of the Imperial Guard, and Alan Baier was interested, sharing a ride with the staff officer, even in the driver's seat.

"Is the empire so good-looking just to give them TM red paint and horns?"

Alan Baier cursed, his pistol sticking out of the window, under the cover of the Chimera's roaring bombs, with amazing accuracy, using hot melt mode to burn open the heart of a space marine, but Superman with multiple hearts did not die, just looked at his empty body in a daze.

Because those traitor supermen have not yet "woken up", they still feel that the images they see, the torn armor, are hallucinations caused by their own stimulants, and even the pain, they still resist and shoot.

But the weakening of the firepower is the weakening, the two hundred people now only have half the original firepower, just to deal with the mortals in the trenches are exhausted, not to mention the energy generated by the explosion has short-term scattered the magnetic field in this range, and now the radio of the Astral Army has thousands of messages transmitted every moment.

And what does this represent, is the suffocating closeness of the Imperial Guard, especially with such a battle-hardened unit, whose commanders are all captains who have experienced the terrible Greenskin War.

In Alan Beyer's words, he had never fought such a clear war in his life, and when communication was good, the 1st EOD group could send a message to the westernmost squad, and the farthest squad, which could rely on the message to strike.

Explosive bombs and beams don't mean that they can't kill the Space Marine, but they require a lot of fire, but the Space Marine's firepower is so powerful that it can easily kill a soldier who spits out a tongue of fire, but if it's crossfire, the Space Marine will also have to drink pain.

And the platoon in the most marginal area is using all its firepower to shoot at the Star Marines who are required to be flanked, the traitor in the black armor, and now the horns on the power armor are smashed, like a mouse.

But the platoon commander here still didn't look very happy, complaining to his soldiers.

"Ah, the lieutenant colonel plagiarized my tactics, and he denied that I wouldn't have said he might use them!"

Then he chattered and shouted to his own soldiers. "I should be in the car too! That green-skinned lieutenant colonel toyed with me! ”

A non-commissioned officer next to him said as he wiped his overheated laser gun. "Boss, you've been arranged by the lieutenant colonel to have a dormitory toilet for three months, don't talk about it, I'm afraid you'll have to live there in the future..."

The second lieutenant continued. "Greenskin, greenskin, greenskin, greenskin..."

And on the battlefield, the green-skinned boss Alan Baier shouted. "For the Emperor! Shoot them, shoot them! Don't worry about the breakage of the Chimera, boy... Ahem, it's okay if the soldier isn't dead! ”

"Pay attention to the roundabouts, that is, in circles, those stupid big ones are similar to the Ogelin!"

Radio replied in unison. "Yes, Boss!"

The veterans here won't be as restrained as those new guys, and this tactic should theoretically be the new recruits giving Alan Baier a royalty, because he used it during the Greenskin War!

It's not the first day that people are used without armored firepower, mobility is used without defense, and people can even invent evil things like promethium grenades without weapons!

Colorful beams of light, energy, hot melt, and plasma shot out like a rainbow, and although the accuracy was not very good, three Chimera's could evaporate a Chaos Renegade every seven or eight seconds.

And how about Chaos' anti-armor power, they not only have, but even a lot, the hot melt gun used by the starmarines can make the Chimera vaporize with two shots, and the charging overload mode of the plasma gun is a big killer, but they can't hit.

The reason is simple, they have no command, they only rely on their own ability to shoot, although accurate, but they cannot bypass those mobility, the speed of the car, the fire sprayed above, are all hindering them, and the possessor of the plasma and hot melt is the focus of care.

The Chimera pilots will also be aware of the distance between them, which is why the Space Marines tactical team is required to have a blaster gunner, while the heavy guy like the Storm Blaster can't be carried due to the rainforest environment.

The Imperial Guard is protecting Gondeva VI, and isn't Gondeva VI protecting them?

If it weren't for the dense rainforest, the Katachan Demon's detection and kills would be useless, and the heavy Astarte Plasma Gun and Storm Blaster would surprise them.

But in the rainforest, where any means of communication is ineffective and difficult to advance, the weight of the Space Marines alone is enough for them to slow down, let alone bring a heavy weapon that is difficult to maintain?

The astral army that fought and died in this world was accustomed to the forest terrain, and the large number of birds in the forest also made the rats that were bred by trench warfare clean.

It's even comfortable, and if Krieger knows that the birds here can catch mice, they can raise dozens of them.

The small advantages gradually accumulate and the miracle of mortals is born, the miracle of the mortal body that forces the starmarines to be cornered, and this situation may be rare in several thousand years.

Now it is clear to the traitors that it is not an illusion, that the enemy is real, and that it is stronger than they imagined, and that there are many, many more intrigues, and that when their fighting brothers die from those strange weapons, the bastards who feel supreme feel fear.

They couldn't help but pray to the Chaos Gods for protection, and then continued to fire, firing in a haphazard manner, but what awaited him was the explosive bombs in the position, the plasma and hot melt on the Chimera, not a miracle.

For a miracle has occurred, and the Emperor's hammer is to settle accounts with the traitors of the past, the blood of their brothers and the flesh of their compatriots.

The power armor that protected them collapsed, the tens of thousands of ordinary people of the empire shaped it, and now took it away, the ceasefire of the explosive bombs they loved, the weapons that once protected their compatriots, now degenerate.

The hot and humid wind on Gondela VI is like the kiss of death, and many of the Space Marines who have joined the chaos for power begin to wonder if they are wrong to chase their masters?

But soon such feelings were replaced by strong feelings, as they realized that their honor, haughty, was being crushed by mortals...

It's something they can't bear, but reality, defeat is a given...

Until a Chimera suddenly emitted a jamming sound, the sound of the engine shrine being overwhelmed, and an impressive battle cry.

The former Crimson Angel, Vengar, has landed in the mortal world, not to save the world, but to destroy his compatriots!

His huge body jammed the front wheel of the Chimera as fast as he could, and the chainsaw sword was stuck in the middle of the cage, causing the Chimera to let out an overwhelmed scream, and the machine soul was furious!

But how could Wiengarh be afraid of the soul of mere armored vehicles!

He kicked hard, and the Chimera, which was already offset, twisted and crashed into the towering trees in the forest, and the maneuver failed, and the people inside fell like beans in a jar, up and down, extremely ugly.

And the sane immediately opened the back warehouse of the Chimera, and what came into view were countless chaos traitors, servants in the gorgeous uniforms of the nobles, former iron guards...

The fierce battle was about to break out, and Vengar didn't care about the mortal battle, he looked at the brothers who had been beaten and scattered, and even had serious losses in armor, and showed a rather angry expression.

And this time, the Chaos warriors were really broken in the backbone, and they understood that they had to be commanders, not individualists, to win.

Although they had not yet recognized the abilities of the former Crimson Angel, they turned on their communicators, and several former Space Marine non-commissioned officers had sworn in the name of their own squad, and obeyed the orders of Vingar, the Red Pirate Captain.

"In the name of the gods of subspace, we swear to you that we will always be loyal to your command..."

Vengar felt as if his body had a different power, and he looked at the brothers with their heads bowed, and then vented his feelings by smashing the heads of mortals in the trenches with his explosive bombs, and then commanded the things that stood up above.

"Now as I said, threesomes, two blasters, a plasma gun, or hot melt."

"Go into the forest, take cover, don't go near the area of the trenches where there are still mines, we retreat, but remember, this retreat is not because of me, but because of your arrogance and stupidity."

"I've asked my lord for Valtex for support, and the dreadnoughts on board the veteran are ready for the orbital airdrop."

"Next attack, I want you to regain your honor!"

The Chaos Space Marines replied in unison, as if they were one person, they lined up in arrays and covered each other, and Alan Baier, eager to save his old comrades, did not care to continue to make a roundabout, so that the remaining Chimera would give priority to supporting the soldiers surrounded by the enemy's human forces.

In the track, Valtex, who was deploying the dreadnought mecha and awakening the veterans of a hundred battles inside, bowed to his master.

"My lord, why did you come to the armory today?"

A massive body, a powerful tyrant, rips off the sleeping material of the dreadnought. "Don't let my comrades-in-arms sleep too long, it's not good for the brain, now my plan is half complete, and the remaining half is to change the name of this world."

"New badab, how's that?"

And this is the plan of the Blackheart King, once he was only a warband-level leader, but now he will get a star sector.

If his soldiers still obey his orders alone, how can he rule over such a vast place? He is adapting to decentralization, even if such a situation will lead to losses, even serious losses, but more than losses, he needs the right arm who can crusade against the empire for him.

Valtex on the left, the dimensional blacksmith on the right, Vingar on the right, the second lieutenant company commander, and now the Blackheart King is like a tiger, and the next thing he needs is to witness how his warriors and the remaining hundred space marines conquer the world and turn Gondelwa VI into his garden.

The cheap meat bought on the Internet feels like it is synthesized by the Ministry of Military Affairs, there is no skin, and salt is added to keep it fresh, and it tastes like meat, but it is all water when fried, and I have reason to suspect that this is for the big heads. (swearing)

(End of chapter)