As the night wore on, the fighting became more and more severe, the craters and corpses formed a pitch-black painting here, and everything looked sleepy in the faint yellowish light of the setting sun.

On such a bloody and violent battlefield, the most eye-catching thing is probably the Thunderhawk gunboat that "holds" the behemoth, the behemoth created by the empire for transportation and fire support, the king of the air, is roaring all its wings, dragging the powerful dreadnought mecha forward, roaming the most ferocious battlefield at this moment.

The magnetic chuck that links the dreadnought mech is under the control of the sergeant major, the ancestor who has put his fate in the hands of his brother, and the dreadnought is such a terrifying monster that can change the situation at the touch of a button, the exact time and location.

When the sergeant major landed on the ground, he did not disappoint his brother, his body hit the ground, smashed the barrel of the Levanus tank, sparks flew everywhere, and even the heavy engine behind the hull of the car cocked like a seesaw, and then the power fist burst into the roar of the servo and smashed on the head of Riemanus.

The once formidable heavy turret shattered and scattered in such a way that the metal of Riemanus' armor was badly deformed, and the crew members were reduced to meatloaf, crushed inside, and there was no place to bury.

The other marching, infantry-tandem, and hindsight infantrymen screamed excitedly and took up arms to shoot, fire, lasers, live ammunition, all to no avail.

Countless flickering sparks popped out from the dreadnought's unbreakable heavy armor, but the ancestor just raised his submachine gun, and the multi-barreled heavy weapon began to turn, the roar of death, and then countless flames stood out, with deadly projectiles, although far less powerful than explosive shells, but superior to the amount of ammunition, and the rate of fire was amazing.

The wheel design, familiar from the time of Guterra, shines back in the dark forty-millennium, tearing apart the pathetic flesh of the heretical traitors, leaving only vague fragments on the battlefield.

The Ancestor laughed fearlessly, and the sound of terrible madness came from his electronic grid, incessantly, and behind this was unimaginable situation, crazy situation.

When a disabled veteran is sealed in a coffin, his will or thoughts are sealed at the same time, the drastic changes of the times, the coming and going of people, the sun and moon for a thousand years are too long for a space marine...

The stagnant stance tore at his soul and turned his sanity into a blur, and now the only pleasure he could feel was the thrill of killing heretics, and nothing else.

Finally, the mortals died cleanly, and the hundreds of humans guarding the behemoth were torn apart by the submachine guns, here like a large blender, except that instead of the blades spinning to fragment the matter, there were continuous, crimson large-caliber projectiles.

And at the shredded flesh of those heretical corpses, the dreadnought mech continued to shoot, shoot, until the flesh turned upside down, turning into a disgusting blood mist, carrying dirt, bloody soil, tumbling in the air.

The thick projectiles on the ground may be dug up and refined after hundreds of years, or they may be thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, and the people who dig out may be war survivors or some alien race.

The muzzle of the revolver gun dispersed the smoke, the crimson overheat made it soft, and in the communicator, the dreadnought mecha pilot continued to breathe, and the killing machine stayed in place, as if it was nostalgic for its former honor, comrades, and lives.

In fact, reason had never left him, and he had seen the mess and knew that he could no longer be the one who created anything, but a relatively expensive piece of wet piece in the body that was killing.

The sergeant waited a few seconds, then asked. "Can I go back, you need to replenish your ammo and life support fluid."

A little hoarse voice replied. "Go back, kid, I'll make some preparations where is the next Riemanus."

Killing is meaning, fate, force majeure, he raised his arm, let the powerful Thunderhawk hang it up, and the body that was highly connected to the dreadnought mecha felt an illusory sense of weightlessness, and at the same time, it was the countless war messages carried in the soul of this ancient mechanical coffin that attacked him.

Although theoretically the dreadnought mecha has an extremely long shelf life, every war is a real thing that consumes the pilot, and it is hard to imagine that when life turns into pain, what is it to maintain those veterans who insist on fighting for the Empire...

However, the veterans had done their best, two Dreadnought Mechs and two Thunderhawks had destroyed half of the Rymanus, and with one take-off from the Assault Space Marines and a few surprises from the Imperial Guard's simple heavy anti-armor squad, the enemy's battle line was steadily breached.

Victory was really not far off, and after surviving this longest night, Loander would be clean, and this belief pushed those citizens of the empire to keep shooting, and even began to slowly press forward.

Their wills are strong, their tactics are beautiful, and in the swift battles, those thoughts give them the upper hand again and again, military shoes trampling the soil that once belonged to them, and laser guns tear apart the flesh and blood of heretics.

Inside the command car, a rare smile brought Captain Tesk's dead cheeks and made him hand out his favorite tobacco to the others for the first time, because he didn't need it.

He lit something that made it smoky and took a soft breath. "I want to be a pdf, I'm going to retire, and I'm going to reopen a new story for the land I fought down."

Adjutant Mu Ne's lit smoke, this thing is not as good as the incense of the state religion, but it can also soothe the soul, but the thing that makes it achieve its effect is called an addiction by people, so he took a sip, and he wanted to die, half-asleep and half-awake. "I want to continue to serve, this victory will make me a higher officer, maybe a major, think, major, how prestigious!"

"Majesty is majesty, but I've had enough of calling people to shoot, I'm not the material to command others, when any comrade on the battlefield dies because of my plan, the numbers alone suffocate me, but after a lot of time has passed, I don't feel pain anymore when I look at the obituary now!" The captain said sensibly.

"I'm becoming less like a person, my feelings are starting to fade into a lot of things that should be painful, plus the status is higher, the material is better, and I will become a monster that makes a soldier charge fearlessly, rather than a real soldier." He extinguished the cigarette in his hand, what he usually felt comfortable now made him feel numb and tasteless, and in the face of victory and life, the pleasure of that peace of mind was countless times better than this garbage.

He only felt tired at the moment, hoping that the company commander of the Space Marines would quickly touch the Void Shield and give them an end, a quick, lovely end.

He turned on the communicator. "Advance, keep advancing, commanders everywhere, soldiers of the Empire, and those who can still hold guns, after our long perseverance, victory is coming, the Emperor bless us, bless us, honor us, and help us Astarte, all of you who destroy the Eagle Warband."

He spoke generously and ordered all supplies to be used in this attack, and now all the Imperial Guards who are still alive and able to shoot, the engines that can start, and the living who can fight heretics should move forward, showing the heretics that they should not fall on Loand, and that they should not challenge the Hammer of the Empire.

The scorching lasers focused in the guns, then sprayed, scorching the enemy, and under the mutual cover of heavy Levaneus tanks and Chimera, the remnants of the army of only 3,000 men carried those things forward, ironically, this was the first time that the Loander infantry regiment had so much cover, and this was the first time they did not want to fight again in their lives.

Sacrifices, sacrifices, countless sacrifices, comrades-in-arms, friends, family, gardens, and even the health of one's own body, only faith dragged those wreckage bodies forward, hurriedly, madly, forward.

As the Imperial Guard moved forward, the gunboats carrying the Space Marines began to press forward, and as the plan had calculated, everyone was looking at the clock that represented the standard countdown to Terra, and the moment it pointed to 12 o'clock was the day when all the sacrifices of war would be worth it.

At the same time, the advance made those heretics wonder why the Imperial Guard suddenly gave up their strategic advantage, and then forward, their defensive structure, if you only look at the number of people, they are still in the upper hand, and although the losses are serious, they are not irretrievable.

Soon, however, the heretical officers subconsciously felt that this was a misjudgment of the Imperial Guard's strength of their legion, and were happy to watch as those men attacked and were eaten clean by defensive columns and earth-shaking shells.

The leader of the rune warriors was the only one who had a different opinion, and he watched the situation of the war change in confusion, and asked the soldiers to retreat back to the war fortress with the mentality that something suddenly and inevitably happened, and to maintain the battle line with the Void Shield and the counterattack weapons on many buildings.

But it was not the firm words that had been answered to him, but the officer's expression, no resistance, no insults, just ignorance, chilling and irritating disregard of the warrior.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and retreat, the enemy has a problem! He wielded his sword, but the officers said. We can't command the soldiers anymore, and now the projectiles don't drive them, let alone your blade, and they don't trust us anymore, and today's troops just want to live. ”

Yes, to live, most of the countless men and women in the army in the empire only wish, whether it is to escape the cannibalistic labor of the nest, or to join the heresy army to survive, and now the people who have lost hope have become them, and the soldiers who have lost their only motivation are a mess of mud, no different from sandbags in the trenches or sand on the ground.

The rune warrior understood, he sat on the tank, staring blankly at the battlefield, but he didn't give up, he turned on the internal radio and spoke. "All brothers and sisters who serve the gods, those soldiers are unreliable, and I will take you to take revenge on the Doom Eagle, just as I said at the beginning, but we have no tanks to cover, no soldiers to help, and we can only rely on a thousand of us."

"But you should understand that we are not soldiers, we are hunters, and if we take a fancy to that eagle, we will shoot it down, and even if we are all destroyed, we will not let the last hope be extinguished."

"The cauldron is boiling souls, and we just need to kill Astarte and fight for the last time."

That's right, they still have one last requirement for the battle, which is to cover until the cauldron is boiled successfully, although without the wizard and the star whisperer, this sacrifice is bound to fail, but it is the last resort for those people to convince themselves to go to war.

Therefore, the heavily armed madmen took up arms and stepped into the trenches, representing honor and the spirit of not giving up, and with force, reactivating the lifeless front.

But what if you can resist?

At the end of their brief deployment, the huge anti-orbital fortress let out a sizzling roar, and the beautiful hexagonal shape, which magnified the defense power to the maximum in every sense, suddenly shouted mournfully.

The position that quickly dissipated in mid-air, and what was supposed to counteract matter and energy by diverting the shot to subspace suddenly failed, at this moment the sergeant shouted. "It worked!"

The panicked heretics soon saw a huge beam of light descend from the sky, a huge object called the Light Spear by the Empire, and the fury of the Baptismal Fire Battle Strike Cruiser.

The ability to gather the death giant poking its head out of the ruins of a satellite in the void causes a nasty reaction on the ground, the light sucks the object on the ground and levitates it slightly, and then a beam of light falls, paralyzing the LEO defense battery, dissolving, and turning into metal sludge.

Then came the long-planned cannon, the earth trembled, the powerful fire on the side of the cruiser destroyed almost half of the impregnable fortress, the mushroom cloud flew into the sky, the whole world trembled, the heretics were dumbfounded, and many soldiers knelt on the ground, begging the emperor to take back his divine power.

But there was no mercy for the traitors, the drop bin fell from the sky, the plural number of Rand tanks, transports, siege armor, two squadrons of thunderhawks began to fall, losing the near-ground defense, and the Star Marine's warships began to smash the craziest troops with impunity.

Mr. Kane once said that the firepower of the Space Marines is quite terrifying, compared to the Imperial Guard, a company has a cruiser, dozens of heavy tanks, various attack engines, two or three dreadnought mechs, and a squadron of gunboats or more.

This is also why the Fourth Company Commander despises the reality of many mortals, as the most favored warrior of the Empire, the Space Marine alone has tens of thousands of mortal servants, orbital bombing capabilities, hundreds of armors, and terrifying airdrop capabilities.

They were the most feared warriors of their time, and now the glittering armor had completely shattered the mortal aura, what runes, what honors, and when the Emperor's favorite children displayed the privileges and many powers bestowed upon them by their fathers, heretics were now truly Broken Spine Dogs.

The once ambitious rune warrior captain looked at the huge military force here in disbelief, and he couldn't believe that the person he swore to resist had such terrifying power.

He laughed until his throat was hoarse, and the flamethrowers of the Rand Marauders burned his flesh and tracked over his body.

(End of chapter)