"These people have entrusted themselves to me, and they will be my best fighters. I will shape them like clay and forge them in the crucible of war. ”

"They will have a strong will and iron muscles. I will dress them in great armor and arm them with the most powerful guns. They will not be affected by pestilence or disease, and no disease will wither them. ”

"They will have tactics, tactics, and machinery so that no enemy can outdo them in battle. They are my bulwark against terror. They are the defenders of humanity. They are my Space Marines, and they will know no fear. ”

- Lord of Mankind

The misty white smoke that grew in the atmosphere of Gondeva VI was not a natural phenomenon, but a trace of burning white phosphorus, the pungent breath and the sapper shovel in the second lieutenant's hand turning over the traitors like a stir-fry.

White phosphorus can't destroy the powerful alloys of the 40k era, but it is of great use to the mutated flesh of the Space Marines, a black substance resembling carapace or chitin flakes that grows on the skin of the Space Marines and connects to the fiber bundles of the power armor, making them move as if they were one.

This is a literal thing, and without the help of the mechanical sages and the monastery of Astarte Fortress, it would have been impossible to take them off.

Ordinary flames are extremely ineffective for the strong muscles of Astarte, so white phosphorus is the best fuel, cheap, abundant, and does not damage the ceramic steel layer.

The lieutenant covered his nose with a bitter face, and used his own hands to constantly flip through the partially heated Space Marines, and then calmly buried the head of his flaming shovel with the soil.

The charred brown of the earth, the smell of space marine's flesh, mutations, decay, and white phosphorus permeated the damn place.

"Vomit..."The second lieutenant's eyes swirled in his sockets, and his throat was thrust into his throat by three or four thin cotton swabs, stirring, and the desire to vomit did not stop for a moment.

He'd rather live in the bathroom, at least as long as it's cleaned, it won't smell, but this?

The God Emperor is above, punish him in a different way!

As the lieutenant looked at the scorching giants, he couldn't help but think that the Space Marines might not be as powerful as he had imagined.

"Alas~"

"Is this the emperor's angel, the empire is really hopeless..."

The second lieutenant sighed, covering his mouth and nose with his clothes, he didn't want to go near there for a while...

But his exclamation was answered. "Of course, the empire is indeed hopeless, but Space Marines are definitely not waste"

Of course, when a person focuses on one thing, he lacks the ability to observe the people around him, and his unfaithful words are also heard by his biggest boss.

When he noticed it, Alan Baier came here at some point, and immediately stood up and bowed, his face covered in cold sweat, because he had just sat down and was lazy.

Alan Baier looked at the burning white phosphorus pit and waved his hand. "Alright, don't salute, recruit."

"Can't stand it? The smell of rotting corpses and the body odor of greenskins orcs during the Greenskins War was much stronger than this. ”

The second lieutenant sat on the wet ground of the rainforest with a tired ass. "Oh my God, Emperor, Lieutenant Colonel, I really don't know how to describe it, is this the smell of death and war?"

Alan Baier shook his head. "It's just the burning breath of corpses mixed with white phosphorus, and you haven't really seen the battlefield yet."

The second lieutenant did not understand. "Didn't we fight the war before, this group of traitors and ours?"

Alan Baier said, looking at the burning pit. "An enemy without a tactical organization is not a war, and no matter how powerful the command and coordination are, the weapon is useless if it cannot be effective where it belongs."

"This group of giants is like this, with strong physical strength, power armor, explosive bombs, and chainsaw swords, but they don't cover and cooperate with each other, they are just a group of thugs with amazing equipment."

"The blade of a Space Marine is always a tactic, and its essential combat effectiveness is secondary, but it is easy for people to put the cart before the horse and have an irreversible worship of its power."

"In this dark universe, individual strength and individual heroism are destined not to go far."

The second lieutenant listened with fascination, and then asked with a slight incomprehension. "Lieutenant Colonel, why are you telling me this?"

Alan Bair rubbed his beard on his chin. "Because... I have to pretend to be wise in front of people in order to convince people, is that okay? ”

The second lieutenant nodded, neither of them was stupid, it was clear that Alan Baier wanted to guide this gifted second lieutenant, but he couldn't speak, the second lieutenant could understand this feeling, and they chose to be silent at the same time.

In the last decades of this dark forty-thousand-year, all the chaos and horror would grow, and the second lieutenant was more worried about whether he would live long enough to use the lieutenant colonel's advice.

Few people in his hometown lived to be 30, or even 20, and he never thought that he could come to the sun, he should have died, but the empire and the emperor needed him, so he survived.

In contrast, although he felt that the lieutenant colonel was an absolute hero, he could not understand why he held himself in such high esteem.

But Alan Baier, as a person who has come over, naturally knows that they are very similar, this second lieutenant, has a great future.

The two of them looked at the burned white phosphorus, and together they picked up the corpses, and the transformed abdomen, stomach, heart, thickened bones and traces of spiritual transformation were all left, although it was pitch black, they could see how completely they had undergone a transformation.

Space Marines are such things, the Emperor's blade, the honor of the Empire, the production of thousands of people to build a killing machine.

The lieutenant couldn't help but lament that if they had served the Empire, God knows how many aliens and heretics would have died from bombs and chainsaws.

Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair said. "Don't be sad, they are traitors, they have killed three thousand of our brothers, their former compatriots."

Then he picked out a skull from the pit, and the horns sprouted from it, and the mouth was no longer human. "You don't think it's a compatriot like this?"

The ensign's face froze, this terrifying appearance is exactly the same as the mutants in the nest, is this the so-called space marine?

Alan Bair continued. "When they leave the Emperor's light and step into the dark side of the universe, they are doomed to tragedy."

"Those evil gods and grotesque beliefs will destroy them, they are like food in a spider's web, infused with venom, slowly turning into the most delicious meal, but still sleeping in a bed made of spider silk, feeling good."

"Evil and heretical cannibalism do not spit out bones, and always remember that in this dark universe, the emperor is the only sun."

"Now, go make me what I need, second lieutenant!"

The second lieutenant saluted, he nodded violently and ran to the place where the Chimera had stalled, and then the engineering troops began to move, welding the wreckage of Astarte's armor.

Things are going in an orderly manner, and in the void, the world is not stagnant, and in the military department of the Pangia sub-star district, the satellite of the agricultural world near the maelstrom, it is by no means a peaceful place.

Lieutenant General Macato. Katowice, commander of the 1st Pangia Pangia Armored Regiment of the Astral Army, commander of the 12th Infantry Regiment of Lorenga Ash, and commander of the 3rd Army in Pangia, is reprimanding a former major general retreating on Gondelva VI in his tactical office.

"You left your troops behind to protect the world, and if it weren't for your family's prominence and taking away most of the Imperial officials, I should have shot you, compared to Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair and that... That what kind of staff officer's interpretation of responsibility is called loyalty. ”

"Niko. Former Major General Nilom, speaking of which, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair was your application to get him into the Astral Army, and it can be regarded as a remark. ”

Nelome's face was pale, although his family was illustrious, and no one would blame him for his real sin in the sub-sector, but he could not escape the crime, and now the nobles of the entire star sector looked at him coldly.

If you just leave the war zone, it is nothing, but the soldiers who remain have won the war that the commander judged irreversible, the situation has changed, this is no longer disqualified, but deserters!

The cult of force in the empire has been around for thousands of years, and now Nilom has brought shame on his family, making him the target of public criticism.

He sighed.

"I know, my lord, I sign..."

He drew a High Gothic signature on vellum to represent his family's desire to provide the Astral Army with 30 percent of the products of his realm as support for the Empire's holy war.

It also means that the huge family that rules several worlds has come to the end of fate, in fact, Nilom is already satisfied, according to his behavior, even if the Inquisition comes to the door, it is normal.

He could be suspected of communicating with the Greenskin Alien and sending the Imperial World to the Alien.

As Nilom left, the lieutenant general looked at the vellum, put it away with a cherished one, and then smiled and turned on his communicator. "In the evening, prepare the Golo steak and the best bal wine, and I'm going to get drunk!"

But he's not ungrateful, and his lucky star is still in that forest world.

He switches channels. "It's the head of the Ministry of Finance, I, Lieutenant General Macato, don't you have extra supplies in the account during this time, and send a batch of goods to the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi."

"What? You can't find that regiment? It's only recently built? ”

"Remember you owe me 30 kilograms of alloy? Now take a closer look at your kraft paper and hurry! ”

"Found it? That's good, send it over now, don't delay it for a few years! ”

"What? Psionic silence, it's been two months? Have a subspace problem? ”

"Fart, I only came from that world two months ago!"

The lieutenant general hung up the phone, and this group of garbage officials knew that they were delaying, he was usually good-tempered and famous, but now he was angry, how could there be such an abrupt subspace storm?

Unless...

The lieutenant general frowned, the empire is vast, and it is normal for such a thing to happen, but it is too outrageous for him to have an accident just after he walks on the front foot!

He picked up the communicator. "I've got something to do, don't prepare wine."

"Golo steak is already in the pot? Give it to the family pets, I have to get on the boat. ”

"Don't let the servants stop working, I lost a lot last time they rested for three minutes."

He adjusts the channel. "Is it the Finance Department? It's me again, Lieutenant Admiral Macato, stop those psionic things, give me the supplies, and I'll take the fleet to deliver them. ”

"Get the stuff to the port, don't toss those psionic communications every day, now this matter is urgent for me!"

Hanging up the communicator, Makato rubbed his temples, although there are often problems with psionic star language in the empire, but as a high-ranking official of the Astral Army, he has lived from birth to death.

Of course, there are many people who have climbed up from prominent families, but Macato's hometown is not a powerful nobleman in the ancient fortress world, but a knight family in the primitive world, and he was joined the Astral Army as an 11 tax because he was the oldest in the family, and it has been almost 20 years now.

He is obviously not one of those corpse food guys, but he has an accurate sense of things, which has also allowed him to survive again and again and get to where he is today.

Makato, who put on a cloak representing a lord, marked with the rank of the Empire, and the double-headed eagle emblem shone brightly, walked through the corridor of the Ministry of War, and people saluted sideways, this is the majesty of the Imperial Lieutenant General, and it also made the Finance Department of the sub-star district pay attention to the Fourth Infantry Regiment of Skadi for the first time.

And the main owner of this matter, the commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, now watched his men repairing cars.

When the second lieutenant lies on the mouth of the Chimera's gun barrel and uses a welder to cut through the Chimera's firing area, the electrical engineering full of nest atmosphere is revealed.

In order to facilitate the processing of Chimera in other casting worlds, the Chimera is the chassis of most of the Empire's War Engine Shrines, which has quite good modularization capabilities.

But the second lieutenant did not know, he could not even dismantle the barrel, he could only get it down with a welder and a cutter, and then weld the hot melt muzzle used for the defense of the city.

As for the launch?

Well, the second lieutenant is not colorblind, he knows very well that as usual, it is enough to link the lines corresponding to the colors, blue to blue, red to red.

Alas? Why is there one more?

The second lieutenant thought about it for a while, and immediately understood that a lot of equipment will have extra wiring as a backup, which must be the case!

However, he did think well, but the problem is that the heat dissipation required by the hot melt is maintained by two devices, and the Chimera's explosive artillery only needs one, and now the problem is also very simple, the hot melt energy coefficient is much higher than the explosive bomb, and if you shoot too much, you may explode...

But Alan Baier, the green-skinned boss, thought that this thing could be opened, so he went straight to the hand and slammed into the forest.

The unique sizzling sound of the hot melt and the humming sound produced by the promethium generator covered the abnormal sound caused by poor heat dissipation, and the violent hot melt light exploded, and in the eyes of normal people, the current Chimera has been transformed into a real anti-vehicle weapon.

Most people didn't realize how much of a problem it was for the vehicle to be converted into a turret, at least the Techno-Sage fainted when he saw it, and then gave the Chimera some incense to soothe its burning soul.

Alan Bair stepped down from the Chimera, patting at its thick armor. "Well done, second lieutenant, have you considered going to the engineering corps to do armored vehicle maintenance?"

After saying this, the 13 Chimera armored vehicles here all shook slightly, but the rainforest soil was soft and probably a little sunken.

The lieutenant shook his head. "The soldiers of the Empire are all here to kill heretics face to face, Lieutenant Colonel, it is already a great honor for you to let me take a ride on the Chimera!"

Alan Baier nodded. And the transformation of the first and second rows is almost complete at the moment, because the heat dissipation and energy of the core have not been changed, only the body and overload have been changed, and according to the character of the Chimera's stable soul, the start has also been completed in an orderly manner.

Two terrifying war engine shrines run in the clearing, crushing and slicing the space marine's armor as a target.

Today's 4th Infantry Regiment of Cadiz finally has armored strength!

Probably...

I thought this thing could be opened

(End of chapter)