It was a panting and painful beast dragging the charges from its tattered shoulder armor toward the mortal who had embarrassed him, the closest either side would ever come to victory, to be precise.

Victory, victory is to defeat the enemy's formation, will, queue, command, and so on are all part of it, the huge army is far more fragile than most people think, the iron-blooded machine needs countless joints and links to barely operate, in essence, war is more about the solidity of the two sides.

Now, if the Space Marine Assault Force collapses due to the defeat of the Captain, the Imperial Guard will seize on the precious miracle of guarding the battle line, or the Astral Army will end the expedition due to the death of the Sun Lord.

The giant gasped like a beast, and forward, wielding its greatsword, the destruction of the ground roaring, the annoying hum of the hum harsh and clear in the chaos of the battlefield, in the shuttling guns or blades.

It was a little luck that he was wounded in the right hand by the Leterin Kid, and his speed slowed down a bit, and although the evil Space Marine, who still believed that mortals could not dodge his attacks, he raised his blaster pistol with his left hand and opened fire, forcing mortals to confront him head-on.

Left and right hands together, sharp edge, like a beast biting, whether it is weapons and equipment, physical fitness, combat experience, the Sun Lord has no advantage.

But he is not afraid, if he closes his eyes at this moment, then it is doomed to failure, the so-called courage is the necessary key to the struggle, especially the struggle of the beast, see the attack, treat it calmly, and then, hormones secrete, everything in front of him becomes chaotic and slow.

In the face of the giant, the Sun Lord's arm trembled, trembling with excitement, and the power brought by that excitement, when the destructive positions intersected, the small mortals dodged the projectiles, the blades collided with each other, and the positions burst into sparks, and this crazy and terrifying duel was displayed in the eyes of most people.

The Space Marines marveled at the terrifying physical strength and skill of this mortal, and the Imperial Guard was thrilled with the Sun Lord's charismatic power, but mortals are mortals after all, and soon Alan Baier felt the struggling and had to use his blade to pick away the enemy's attack, barely making the blade deviate.

Just a few seconds after touching the blade, the Sun Lord judged that this Space Marine veteran was stronger than the Dark Eldar Inquisitor just by looking at his personal combat strength.

This was the biggest personal problem he had ever encountered, and when Alan Bair stabilized his body, the monster continued to attack, and the evil power sword swung non-stop, like a life-seeking undead, leaving crimson marks everywhere on the sandbags and the ground, and the destruction of the position was both strong and terrifying, and at the same time, the heat from the elimination of the object stained the incision, like a blacksmith's hand, as bright as a hot iron ingot.

The Sun Lord dodges, pounces, and I have to say that many of Kane's swordsmanship postures are dominated by dodging, and in many cases he can contain the strong with weakness.

It's just that the inability to attack multiple times has made the Space Marines even more annoyed, so much so that he only has the Sun Lord in front of him, possibly the influence of the Chaos Gods, who is more powerful than Superman in the eyes of many mortals, but easily loses his mind.

The terrifying chaotic eight-pointed star on the armor flickered, and the bright red light seemed to make people look like they would lose their minds, this dark universe, in the forty thousand years of human civilization, the ornaments on the armor were no longer things to show off physics and morale improvements, but real evil, real justice.

When that chaotic force invaded his heart, the Sun Lord, no matter how pious, would be late, and at this moment, the sword edge had arrived.

Split in two, or cut in the middle, countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the Chaos Space Marine, he had been victorious, and now he wanted to taste the sweet blood, he couldn't help but let out a roar of joy, like a beast that wanted fresh meat, and the filthy voice burst out of his throat.

Then he felt his arm break completely, the wound he had just been hit, now completely torn open and torn apart by a strong light of light, the sad scorch marks of the thick arm and the wound, representing the consequences of the same carbine.

"Ahhh The monster, roaring, screaming, almost broke the Letherin Kid's eardrums, and the poor little man was trembling with his weapon at the moment, and now the sniping at close range was his reward for the rescue of the Sun Lord, and it was his counterattack with his life.

Blood trickled down his big ears, wetting his tattered uniform, and the Chaos Space Marines spun around like ocelots, staring at the weak man with predator-like eyes.

Two attacks and a painful sniping with a severed arm, the anger he couldn't bear at the moment, and he wanted to tear the ugly, short body and kill the clown.

The fierce and tyrannical wind swept across the cheeks of those who believed in the emperor, and it felt like rotting flesh rubbing against the skin, suffocating and making people want to vomit.

The monstrous monster held its twisted mass, wielding a butcher's knife at those countless weaker than him and begging his gods to give him enough attention, and a strong force struck from behind him, and the voice of the Sun Lord was heard.

"Why don't you find someone who is as strong as you to fight!"

The gods have bestowed upon him great strength and his brain stem is burned by the forces of chaos when he fights, and he can only focus on one enemy, like a monster with a low level of intelligence in a video game, but he does get power, more terrifying than any space marine, orc war boss that the battle-hardened Sun Lord has ever seen.

When the power scythe plunged into his body, submerging into his flesh, Alan Bair even felt resistance, which is the feeling of attacking the Adamantite Wall, and it means that the monster's flesh has surpassed that of the Space Marine, and does not belong to humans at all.

The captain of the Space Marine, who had recovered from his pain, and Alan Byer's weapon entered his body, and at this moment the Sun Lord only needed to go down or up to silence the beast forever.

He has used all his strength, pulling upwards as fast as he can, destroying the position to cut open Superman's stomach, two hearts, and many special organs, and kill this monster that is worth hundreds of thousands of lives to take away!

Victory is at hand, but the desire to survive is so strong that it can make the dying body tear at his flesh and pull out the blade, so that he can tear apart most of his flesh and pull out the blade that is constantly tearing his flesh and blood.

The heart-rending feeling made the Sun Lord feel his pores stand up, and this crazy monstrous monster unleashed his beastly nature.

Kid Leterin shouted in fright. "Boss, run!" He crawled out of the pit and left as fast as he could in his life, while the Sun Lord just stared at the monster calmly.

It seems to be powerful, but in fact, he is already on the verge of wood, because his eyes are already clear, and in the cracked head armor, a dark green eye stares at the Sun Lord without saying a word.

When the Chaos Gods took that gift away, no matter how powerful this guy was, he couldn't defeat the healthy Sun Lord, and even Alan Baier was out of breath at this moment, and his body was constantly fluctuating.

Victory, this thought flashed through the Sun Lord's mind, hundreds of veterans and dozens of Katachans, replaced a company of more than a company of Space Marines, about twenty or thirty people, and a captain, it was really a victory that people had to be excited about.

And the beast just now stood weakly, looking terrifying, hissing breathing in his grid, but for the Sun Lord, who was beyond the limits of humanity, it was not so terrifying.

Whether it was the Emperor, or the Greenskin, or something else that gave him strength, he had to thank those, and Mr. Kane's teachings, and the terrible battlefield that forged the current Sun Lord like a furnace, and made him as solid as a rock.

"Did your gods let you win?" Alan Bair's guns against the head of the frail monster, and the terrible warrior was so conscious at the moment, he just said.

"Did your Corpse Emperor save your compatriots?" His voice was hoarse and terrifying, as if an insect was stuck in his throat.

"No, indeed, the Emperor didn't save Skadi." Alan Bair replied, and the demon laughed, click, hoarsely, but the second half of the sentence made him immediately feel dissatisfied.

"Because I'm here, I'm here to save the world on his behalf, and this beautiful castle is mine." Alan Baier emphasized.

After he heard this, he raised his left hand, like a beast, like a gale, and smashed the entire terrible arm with power armor and weighing tens of kilograms, and mortals only need to touch it to break their heads and bleed, which is also his only roar at the moment.

The Sun Lord simply raised his hand, as if he were a naughty child, and held down the thick trunk-like arm, caught it, and fired.

The crimson death represents the defeat of the Space Marines, the brief evacuation, the jetpack leaving the battlefield, the triumphant cheers of the Imperial Guard, and the near-collapse of the Sun Lord.

His palms turned bright red, and it took a lot of strength to withstand the attack, and the huge headless corpse in front of him was both his trophy and proof that the Imperial Guard had survived.

Alan Bair looked at the trench made of sandbags, the corpses of the Imperial Guard and the intertwined Space Marines, there were three or four Skadi veterans, who attacked the Space Marines at the joints with weapons to make them incapacitated, and someone used bombs to explode to hinder the Star Marines' advance.

This victory was not sweet, even bitter, and the death of siblings and the minimal loss of the Space Marines meant that they could make a comeback anytime and anywhere.

Clearing the battlefield, piling up sandbags, the engineering troops used heavy equipment to dig through the thick rock underground, and the black and smooth thing resembled obsidian, making one wonder if the magma would be dug up downward.

The veterans enjoyed the admiration of the recruits, who were scolded for installing barbed wire, as most discerning people could see that the cultists were ready to cut off the Imperial Guard's supplies and chose to abandon the hard one.

At the command point, Alan Baier wiped the blood of the heresy on his armor, and the chief of staff chattered about how stupid and dangerous the commander's charge had just been, while arranging dinner for him like an old mother.

The Lettling Kid said thank you for the first time, and wanted to use his private collection to make food for everyone to subsidize their stomachs and open meat.

Master Chief Katachan was busy rescheduling and reassuring Katachan, who had lost so many Katachan soldiers in this war that the elite of the elite who chose a world in the whole universe, a regiment in a world, and one of the thousands of people in a regiment were broken.

The second lieutenant and lieutenant were pacifying the arrangers and their upbringing and majesty in the ranks made it rare for Alan Baier to have time to come out with the news and he interrupted the chattering chief of staff now just said.

"Now what's going on with those Space Marines..."

The Chief of Staff sighed, not knowing whether to lament the current war situation or to be dissatisfied with the Sun Lord's attitude, but he still said. "A heavy encirclement built by the Space Marines several kilometers away, carrying a lot of heavy equipment, is ready to go."

"Our current firepower can't break through, and the depth of the underground is too deep to contact the Poldero, the message we gave to Poldero before diving underground is for a month, if it doesn't come out for a month, then the ship can leave, return to the big force, and then obey Commander Qifan's dispatch."

Alan Baier asked. "How many days have it been today?" There is no day or night underground, and the standard Terra Day can only be judged by the alarm clock, but fortunately, such a method is often used in the Void, and the Chief of Staff often carries a device to record the time.

"It's been less than a week, maybe five days." The staff officer replied.

"Really, this underground place can make you forget how many times you've slept and woken up," Alan Bair rubbed his temples. Katachan probably won't be able to break through the defenses of the Space Marines, those supermen are too physical, and the support is far away, although the food is definitely enough, but whether the Bordero leaves or we sit here and wait, a month is a dead period. ”

"But our troops can't break through the enemy's encirclement, the Flaxia Panzer Regiment is not there, and the earth-shaking cannon is still in the hands of Commander Zifan." The staff officer said.

"It's not a problem, our soldiers are like liquids, water is impermanent, and they can adapt to all kinds of situations." This sentence suddenly appeared, it was Katachan, that was the Master Chief, and at this moment he took several Katachan soldiers to this semi-underground bunker that was buried by the trenches and smashed open with the equipment of the engineering team.

"Water has no normality? You talk like titanium. The Chief of Staff said questioningly, while Sergeant Katachan just said earnestly to the Sun Lord.

"I intend to take the soldiers, to be precise, with a group of recruits from the Katachan Reserve, to carry out the use of a small amount of supplies and individual equipment near the camp, sniping from a distance, guerrilla, and other means to rely on a small number of soldiers to contain the enemy."

"It's like a stream that keeps washing, and in a month, I want them to break and the water drops through!"

Alan Bair was frightened, was he taken away by the Titanium Ambassador? But the concept does work, but guerrilla warfare interstellar marines? "The losses will be significant."

"I know! But only Katachan can do it, we can get used to the forest, and we can get used to steel! Master Chief replied.

The Sun Lord opened his kettle and drank his coffee, he was nervous. "Then, do it!"

(End of chapter)