There are only two possibilities for mortals to charge at the Space Marines, the one is crazy, and the other is a heavy tank, but apparently this group of troops does not have any of these characteristics at the same time, at least in the eyes of the Master Chief, the calm light in the eyes of those seemingly crazy soldiers is chilling.

"Rely on cover, protect your body, maintain continuous combat capability, prioritize attacking those heretics with blue runes on their bodies, and the jetpack troops are ready to assault when the distance is sufficient." Master Chiefs are conservative in their tactics when they are unsure of the enemy's capabilities, but as long as they gain orbital air supremacy, they will soon have Ancestral Dreadnought and orbital bombardment to support the battle.

Negative was only to better preserve strength, and now, Master Chief mobilized the communications equipment in his ear and searched the most obscure channels for their only current ally.

"This is the non-commissioned officer of the Fourth Company of the Destruction Eagle Warband." He said. "Identify yourself in the name of the Emperor."

"My lord, it's good to hear you," replied the tired voice. "This is Captain Tesk, the current highest-ranking commander of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loand."

The Master Chief heard the exhaustion in the man's voice, accompanied by an unhealthy hoarseness, but still strong.

They were quite loyal believers, he thought, and although they were inferior in firepower and numbers, they were also rare allies.

"Captain Gersk, fortunately," said the Master Chief. "Assess your troop configuration for me."

Gersk said. "From the original 5,000 soldiers and 200 armored vehicles to the present day, I currently command only 822 able-bodied Imperial men and women, as well as seventeen Riemannus battle tanks and twenty-one Chimeras."

"We are operating near the streets outside the temple area, where we have fortified several buildings, our ammunition levels are low, and our rations and medical supplies are almost nil, and we are no longer able to pin down too many enemies."

"Now the disease is serious, there are many deaths, losses are continuous, and morale is deteriorating, but let me say, my lord, your presence will bring more courage to my soldiers."

"For the Emperor."

"How long have you been on the battlefield?" The non-commissioned officer asked. "And can you tell me about the enemy here? Troops, deployment, armament? And what about those disgusting heretical soldiers? ”

This unit obviously had more information and had been fighting the enemy for a longer period of time than the infantry regiment that had just started the battle in the Star Whispering Palace, so the Master Chief pinned his hopes on the past, and in the midst of the rain of bullets and explosions, and the roar of the engines, the news of this man's answer could even make the difference in the tide of battle.

"The Engillians, their attack twenty-one days ago, at first we thought it was just a rapprocal bargain." Captain Teske said.

"But they tore open the starport by force, the cargo was all soldiers, and then they cleaned up the legions of the city with virus contaminants and conventional ammunition with earth-shaking guns, so we lost more than half a regiment during the first wave of attacks."

"I and several other officers managed to get our troops to acceptable underground shelters, but others ...... The emperor did not bless them..."

"And after that, those rune maniacs attacked, and I estimate that those guys have a force of two to three thousand heretics, supported by modified heavy trucks and heavy mobile artillery."

"General Jorin, the warlord who initially ruled the remaining legions, tried to counterattack on a large scale, but the plague dropped by the enemy made the battlefield dangerous, and only a few armored engines could operate."

"To make matters worse, many innocent citizens and soldiers stood up and approached our front as if they had a grudge against us, and they usually had a breath left, and their bodies were dragged forward as if they had inexplicable strength, and we couldn't shoot at first, so much so that we lost the lead."

Cassian frowned, disturbed by the expected number of enemies. There are more heresies in this area than orbital scans have shown.

"The counteroffensive has been a complete failure, my lord," Teske continued. "This has cost us at least a thousand more capable men, along with General Jolin and his entire upper command staff."

"My people and I have persevered to this day, trying to harass the enemy forces as much as possible, and launching several deliberate attacks in an attempt to break the siege of the Starlanguage Fortress with small guerrilla warfare."

"But so far we have only failed. I think we held out for so long only because the enemy army did not fight like a sane man, on the contrary they prolonged our suffering as long as possible. ”

"You have done everything you can, and the Emperor will take care of you mercifully for it," said Master Chief lamentingly. "Now, though, he has another mission for you, Captain."

"Mission... Of course, my lord! What are your orders? His tone remained firm, especially at the sight of the flickering hope.

"My brothers and I are guarding the Star-Whispering Fortress, we must seize it in order to send a message to the main forces of Skadi, we must rejoin our comrades and liberate the stars from the chaos of Port Engilli!" The tone was impassioned, and the words of the non-commissioned officer made the captain realize something.

"Was it an expedition?" Teransk asked, his voice full of excitement. "My lord, we didn't expect it at all. We thought, perhaps......"

"That's victory?" The non-commissioned officer said. "No, Captain, this is only the beginning of the heretics' final defeat, but in order to do our duty in that battle, we must return to our comrades.

Assist us in that battle, and the Emperor will favor you, and the Warlords of Skadi need all the warriors he can get. ”

"Skadi? Skady—" Tyansk asked, his standard discipline slacking off for a moment, then asked. "Lord Alan Byer?"

"The Lord of the Sector has seen through the enemy's thoughts, and now the organization of troops is advancing." Master Chief said. "It's a long story, Captain, but that can wait. Right now, I need you to mobilize your troops and support us, and I'll have the coordinates conveyed by the 154th Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Guard here. ”

"Yes, sir. Send me your coordinates and I'll mobilize the whole regiment. The captain replied without hesitation, they had heard of many miracles of the Lord of Skady, and now it was a revenge.

Master Chief tapped the runes on his armour, and as he provided a signal to the 154th Regiment to send data, the huge backpack behind the communicator flashed and went out for a moment, paused for a moment, and then Teransk spoke again, his voice was urgent.

"Your Excellency, you happen to be in the area where the enemy is attacking, and they have maintained a defensive belt around the fortress every three to five kilometers since the siege began, and they have some kind of sorcery to hide them from our prophets."

"You should be in a fight by now. If you haven't seen them yet, it's because they're mobilizing evil rune warriors, soldiers who can do a lot of inhuman maneuvers while being experienced, and once I saw them dodge bullets! ”

"Ha, they knew we were coming," said Master Chief, and opened his helmet to record the noise of the battlefield, but the captain was silent for a long time, and then replied as if he had overcome some fear in his heart. "We will come to the front as fast as possible! In the name of the emperor! ”

"For the Emperor." The Master Chief replied silently, and the enemies in front of him were completely close to the range of the attack, and the armor fire that hindered them did not work well, and he already understood why those soldiers could dodge the bullets.

The special nature of the heavy truck's attacks on anti-materiel equipment, such as Space Marine's hand-held missiles and the Imperial Guard's mortars, reminded him of the Eldars.

And his gaze intertwined with that of the enemy, it was a traitor in military uniform, a sky eagle and replaced by an eight-pointed star, evil, betrayal, and his thoughts were disorganized, and the Master Chief only felt a trace of nausea rolling in his throat.

As heavy clouds drip a drop of rain falls on the ground filled with dust or corpses, the smoke from the engines of war obscures the ground and signifies the beginning of the battle.

War Lord Ed. Feng. Standing like a statue on the roof of a truck, hundreds of evil engines roaring and cheering, the greenskin-style load has an incredibly thick armor, and the rune warrior who is good at mobile warfare can give him peace of mind, he shoots at enemies as if the soles of his feet are glued to metal, and his arms are genetically strengthened, so the deflagration pistol in his hand can whizz and be accurate.

He inhaled the smell of blood on the battlefield, enjoyed the smoke and temperature, and commanded. "Let those Corpse Emperor warriors see that the mortals they trust are not reliable."

Chaos Wizard Caster replied respectfully. "Yes......... My lord. "His voice was long and distorted, hissing constantly, and the stills on his body became a prop to store his evil psionic powers, in addition to reading minds and manipulating others, he also fiddled with evil plagues, and when he couldn't accurately cast spells on the car, he didn't want his head to burst with rough releases, so those poisons became the best way to break through the defenses.

The beauty of the Father of the Plague's Cauldron could not even be endured by the Imperial Guard's gas masks or the fully enclosed armor of the Space Marines, and the instilled psionic energy and its subspace orientation could ignore the purest of armor.

He lifted the evil thing and threw it at the enemy, while the sergeant shouted. "There's a throwable! Shoot first! ”

The filthy, copper-colored malevolent streaked across the sky, reaching the Space Marine's intricate eye-aids, aiming runes and their contemplative processors becoming a point.

Explosive bombs flew and the projectiles sliced, and the range of poison was enormous, mixed with the slightest fine raindrops, and the liquid fell with poison and fell into the trenches, and when the Master Chief heard the sound of Zizi, he found that his invincible armor was being melted by the filthy ability, like sulfuric acid poured on metal.

"Oops!" He silently recited the Emperor's name in his heart, but saw the loyalists trembling and kneeling on the ground, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, though they wore masks and injected with divine tonic or stimulants, to no avail.

The Space Marine's condition was much better, but he could feel his two hearts beating, pumping poisonous blood into the Space Marine's terrifying liver system.

"Don't hesitate, activate the jetpack, let's leave the poisonous rain area, the Imperial Guard evacuates left and right, you don't need to hold on to the temple, leave it to us next, hurry up and find the priest and the medical staff!" Master Chief has shown his special kindness, and his concern for mortals is that the 154th Regiment of the Imperial Guard Loande has lost its combat effectiveness, so there is only one way to defeat 3000 fighters with 50 Space Marines...

"Brothers." He made a long, heavy sound. "Live to die, spread your wings and fly high." He looked at the approaching trucks and held his weapon up with his heavy logging gun to hinder the Imperial Guard's withdrawal. "Destroy the tires of enemy vehicles! Then activate the backpack and the melee begins! ”

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

Bang bang, flickering projectiles, explosive projectiles, accurate shots that made it impossible for those blessed by chaos to dodge, although the thick poisonous mist was rubbing against his internal organs, the Master Chief didn't care.

Those Imperial Guards could endure such pain and show their loyalty, why couldn't he? Why can't they? After the Jetpack is activated by the heat, the heat emitted by the enemy in the eyepiece constantly warns.

But just like the slogan of the Destruction Eagle, they are the Emperor's favorite falcons, hovering in the sky and plundering the lives of the Empire's enemies.

Fifty Space Marines soared through the sky, the flames of their blasters taking away the heads of their enemies and breaking their flesh at every turn, and the enemies jumped from their vehicles as they couldn't move forward.

Many giants fell like meteors at this moment, and the Master Chief took the lead, and the shock wave generated by the huge body even caused the heavy ground to ripple like water ripples, and finally made the dozens of rune villains next to him almost fall to the ground.

The Master Chief and his squad landed next to the command vehicle, one for revenge, and the other for the sake of tearing apart the enemy's command network, and at this moment, the psyker who was still showing off his might and projecting poison gas retreated in fear, his robe was inconvenient to get out of the car, coupled with the landing vibration of the Space Marine, he was caught by the screw in a hurry, and fell to the ground and stained a lot of dust.

He shouted in a panic. "It's Astarte!" All he could answer was the terrible roar of bombs, the blood bursting, the skull flying out, and the disgusting wizard losing his life for his pathetic actions.

Ed. Feng. Ka looked calmly at the Master Chief, who was surrounded by those special warriors, defending the command from falling into the same fate as the wizard Custer.

"Astarte, Astarte, Servant of the Corpse Emperor, it's been a long time, I once fought side by side with you when I served in the Empire, although it's not your warband, but it's also fate." The commander calmly looked at the giant in front of him, not knowing whether it was because his warrior was strong or because he was too blind.

But all he answered was the loud roar of the Master Chief Grid, a war cry that tore a mortal's eardrums apart. "Disaster has struck!"

(End of chapter)