The eyes of human cousins peeking out of the lightless corners of the pitch black, a giant horn piercing the chest of the full genestealer, the chitinous exoskeleton that the Tyranid are most proud of like a crumb, clattered and torn like a shitty snack distributed by Imperial Guard soldiers during wartime, and exoskeleton fragments and blood followed the giant corner and flowed onto the brown hair.

The behemoth raised its head, holding up the four-armed body that could distort the Terminator's armor in a narrow space, and the heavy breath turned into a cloud of mist in the cold lower nest, he had no clothes, his body was carved with the terrifying marks of the Chaos Eight-pointed Star, his horns were abnormally thorny, and he was even more than 2.5 meters tall, a head taller than the most massive beastman most ordinary people knew.

It is a giant horn, and the emperor who rules many beasts is also a general, and the gods have not been stingy with its gifts, and its huge body and countless times more powerful than ordinary beastmen express its particularity.

Unlike its cousins, who were considered inferior to the average person, its eyes seemed extremely intelligent, and although few of the beastmen could speak a human language, it was one of them, and that intelligence allowed it to circumvent and understand those calls, and since the pact they had signed with the Purple Hand, it had been the target of the behemoth to serve the Lord of All Changes.

"My lord." It spoke, its brown pupils staring at the Imperial Guard speeding down the road, the sound of shredded flesh and explosive bombs being the flesh of its offspring, and at this moment, the monster's tone was clearly "heartache".

Its resentment is fixed on those Imperials, to be precise, it naturally has a hatred for its cousins, because the Empire exiles, expels, and slaughters them only because the Inquisition sees them as children of Chaos, but ironically, the Beastmen, as a subspecies of humans, have far more resistance to Chaos than their cousins, and many powerful Beastmen can be blessed by the gods without turning into Chaos Eggs and retaining their personal will.

But just looking at this, they are indeed well-deserved children of chaos, so spoiled, who else can do it except for the space marines who were designed by the emperor himself, especially many mortals such as you.

It's just that this monster who has been blessed by the Lord of All Ways has not only gained language, but also knowledge, and its thorny horns are the representative of wisdom, the horned beast, the darling of the beastmen, and the individual that many Chaos believers can't help but envy.

And now it also has selfish intentions, as the leader of the largest beastman tribe, it is the highest commander except for the adult who sent the psionic signal from the purple hand, and now this life-for-life style of play is the will expressed by this rather intelligent monster, although it pains the death of its compatriots, but it can clearly distinguish that as long as the beasts of other tribes are dead, its tribe and its children will have more living space, and this is very important at the bottom of this narrow nest.

And the Beastmen have a short-term running speed that is not bad for vehicles, in its plan, the Beastmen ambush here in advance, and when the Imperial Guard arrives, it will rely on its dark vision and unobstructed view of the road to attack, its plan is quite successful, at least from the current situation, the Imperial Guard has consumed a lot of energy to deal with those, its compatriots.

As the Empire often says, sacrifice always pays off, and it looks at the deaths, first, to estimate the strength of the Imperial Guard, and second, to wait for its own tribe to sort out the relevant things.

Every beastman is a part of the baggage, their resistance and explosiveness make it have a considerable degree of off-road ability and carrying capacity, at the same time, in exchange for the amount of ammunition that is beyond the mortal man's individual ammunition, and at the same time with their endurance for all kinds of extreme environments, so far, the beastman is a natural special soldier, although only the part that is strong enough can do so, the weak and inferior corners are far less than any syllable of the powerful byte, it is not difficult to find thousands of strong people in a tribe of hundreds of thousands of people.

The sound of the vehicle was getting closer and closer, and the Imperial Guard was like a thunderbolt piercing the dead wood, impatient and unstoppable, but most people knew that the thunder dispersed, and the dead wood was stumped, and at most it was torn in half.

The beastmen were like the fibers of dead wood, torn, burned, charred, utterly dead, shredded flesh with wails, horns, hooves, worthless in the face of the Empire's greatest elite forces.

Some of the Astartes poked out of the RAND Marauders' hulls or out of narrow shooting holes, but the more powerful was the Hercules tracks, all of which were heavily loaded and soldier passengers with plenty of ammunition sharpshooters, and the enduring burst beams could burn and break the rough bodies of the beastmen with a single shot.

Several veterans on the hull fired the projectile, the heat bounced back with the mechanism, and the trigger was pulled again, like an assembly line operation, taking away the lives that were against the empire one at a time.

One of them said suddenly. "Changing the Guard!" He left his position, shrank into the thin body of the tracked car, took out the water bottle and the pouch of nuts in his pocket, and swallowed the water full of calories and sugar or peanuts to regain his strength.

There are three or four more such soldiers, and in this sweaty wagon, there is not much difference from the cargo, but those veterans do not complain, they have experienced worse, worse.

So much so that they were still interested in joking, and the veteran swallowed the food and scolded. "Those animals want to use their bodies to run out of ammunition? Don't they know that both laser guns and deflagration guns can use common source forces, such as electricity or plasma charging? ”

"As long as they find an array generator, those losses will be brought back, and they will end up wasting only one of their dog's lives, to their gods!"

The soldier next to him who was biting the jerky said. "No, Old Joe, at least on the battlefields I think and see, such as Flaxia, that former titanium world, there are also such situations in the battles of those gene stealers, in the end, they probably do this not for victory, but to achieve some tactical goal, I believe that no race in this universe is a fuel-efficient lamp, even those beasts are similar." This veteran is very pessimistic, the 4th Regiment of Skady basically knows each other, his attitude is not a day or two, as for his vigilance, it probably has nothing to do with normal fighting.

Because, as they say, before the huge disparity in equipment and level of ability between the Imperial Guard and the Beastmen, all the losses caused during this period could be fully compensated by a single high-powered generator and a relatively safe camp.

Looking at it this way, those beasts are far from difficult, at most about the same level as the heavy rain in the ordinary world.

It's just that when the veteran named Joe raised his gun again and returned to his post, he fired it again and again, accurately with a hint of fear, he tried to get himself out of the gossip of those comrades, but after he smashed the head of a beast with a firearm, he saw a glimmer of light in the ruined lair that was originally full of gene stealers, it was the reflection of the headlights, probably something like lenses or metal in it, but he was hooked up by that light to the instinct on the battlefield.

"Damn, that room, 6 o'clock, that ruins!" His words drew a look at the others, and then they shot wildly, because when encountering a suspicious target on the battlefield, the deflagration beam with strong piercing performance has a considerable degree of priority, and most temporary bunkers cannot resist the dense fire of the deflagration beam that can penetrate the pure gold and clay steel, unless it is a heavy sandbag mixed with reflective beam coating or a thick earth.

Obviously, the ruined houses weren't among them, and after just a few tenths of a second, the beam completely scorched the entire house, leaving behind a ruin, except for no screams, no enemies, just a few tattered metal shards and completely charred through-holes.

"What, there are no enemies?" After the old soldier's sigh, the convoy continued on, and among the ruined ruins, the metal fragments were not living objects, but massive breastplates, temporary breastplates of several dying Horned Beastmen.

They gasped for breath, blood flowed from their mouths, and when they realized they had been discovered, they changed their ambush stance to a stealthy stance, and the laser fell and their bodies were pierced, but even then they didn't scream, enduring the pain and the death of their comrades, watching the Imperial Guard vehicles pass by them with resentment and murder.

As it turned out, the intuition of the veterans of the Imperial Guard was correct, they were too familiar with the resentment of heretics and aliens towards humans, and they were familiar enough to easily feel the smell of those monsters, but they underestimated the endurance of those monsters, and they felt that those noble feelings, such as sacrifice, were only possessed by humans, but they were not bad in this respect for the sake of the Beastmen, as their cousins......

Arrogant? It's hard to say, after all, the beastmen are too deceptive as human cousins, different words, emotional excitement, and the appearance of beast monsters is difficult for people to associate with intelligence, but the situation is probably different from reality, those things are very smart, especially smart, and the grudge and resentment drive away their cousins, driven by those emotions and chaos, the responsible beastmen are no worse than the elite who believe in the emperor in terms of willpower.

The same resentment that drove the Beastmen to attack the Imperial Guard, the elite who had been singled out and instilled with the history of humans and beastmen fully understood the contradictions of the races within, and there was nothing purer than such resentment, and when they realized why they were living in the dark, when they knew why they were hungry, why they ate their brothers and sisters, why they were living as warriors, that hatred reached its limits.

They want to eat their cousins, kill them, abuse them, and therefore express their loyalty, and their hatred for the emperor, but they don't know, their leader, their master is an alliance with humans, and now their sacrifice is not so that their race can climb to the top, nor so that they can return to the sea of stars, they are just one of the many defenses of the purple hand, one of the many means to protect their rights.

This dark universe is not only cruel to humans, but also to all races except the gods, especially the creatures that are still intelligent, with natural malice, such as humans, subhumans, and many other races.

After the Imperial Guard crossed the cordon, the attack of the beastmen suddenly stopped, and most of the officers thought that this meant that they had given up, after all, it was roughly estimated that the Imperial Guard had killed tens of thousands of beastmen since the beginning, and if those tribal lords still had a trace of compassion, their attacks probably would not have stopped for a moment.

But they didn't expect that what the Beastmen wanted was this idea, and from the moment the Imperial Guard was lax, they had already underestimated the resilience and madness of the Beastmen race, they were devout to Chaos, and at the same time bloodthirsty and hated humans, since the Inquisition expelled them, the miracle of the Emperor's faith was no longer shown to them, and the power of Chaos became the only salvation for those poor races.

At this moment, they can give up everything for their own Lord of Change, and the beastmen use the flesh and blood of their countless brothers and sisters as a cover, attracting most of the troops of those genestealers, they fight here, clean up the corpses, their own, the enemy's, and create this spreading siege network......

The lieutenant didn't know anything about this, he just looked at the genestealer tower in the distance, this is the exit, as long as they leave this watchtower, they will leave the main way to the nest, and follow the guidance of the wild snake to reach the main nest, so that the Imperial Guard will also confront the enemy head-on, as for the chaos here, he just wants to find a way to clean it up after the war is over.

The second lieutenant looked at the guard tower in the distance and looked closer and closer, and the urgency and emotions in his heart became more and more irrepressible, but he saw that the tattered tower-like building suddenly closed the heavy iron fence, and those things only needed a while for the Imperial Guard to be forced to dissolve with hot melt, the question was why did the door close?

The wild snake realized that something was wrong and immediately shouted through the communicator. "Nest master, nest master! Are you going to eat black and eat black? ”

But the answer was not the father of the genestealers, but a strange, magnetic, heavy, but sensible voice.

"Wild snake, I have admired the name for a long time, your organization is also quite famous in Xiachao, and next to you should be the famous commander of the Fourth Infantry Regiment of Skadi and the non-commissioned officer of the Fourth Company of the Destruction Eagle, oh my God, how many legends are in front of me, as my lord said, as long as you serve loyally, the sea of stars seems to be on the horizon, but it is actually in front of you." Its words are slow and rational, but they suddenly take a turn for the worse.

"Now, I want to know how sweet your flesh and blood are, how delicious they are, gentlemen and strongmen, come and go to war! In the name of the Horned Beast! I am the king of the horned beasts! ”

(End of chapter)