Marius Gage was knocked out of the way—he didn't know what was knocking him out, but he could feel a biting chill as he hit the ground hard.

It came from under the left rib plate and began to spread at a breakneck speed. The chill was so real, but the wound itself felt like he was being burned with a promethium flame.

Gage got up after a few seconds, and with his willpower he suppressed the possible effects of the pain. He was not afraid, not wavering, not even the slightest surprise, even if he had just been knocked down from a height of tens of meters. The First War Commander cut these things off with an otherworldly and terrifying determination.

He retrieved the power sword he had dropped from a short distance of the fall, and began to climb up the cliff. In the process, he picked up another name, one that came up from the depths of his heart - Robert Killiman.

Some memories came flooding back, his mind was not clear, and his somatosensory sensations told Gage that he had a fever. So he allowed his memories for the time being, and let them do their thing.

Slowly, he began to think about the fall from the place where the attack began, to the collapse of the ground, and Robert Killiman.

The attack came too quickly and too suddenly, and they were separated in the process of falling. Gage wasn't even sure if his original was alive at the moment.

He climbed to the top of the cliff with his bare hands, the dark and fragile light underneath not getting better, and the air was filled with smoke and the undeniable screams of the aliens, which Gage ignored and rushed to join the fight.

He held the power sword in both hands, raised it high, rotated his wrists, and strode forward, and the deadly dance formed by the sword was staged in the chaos. Death is the ticket, blood is the applause, the flying head is the applause, and a bloody road to death is born.

Then he began to move on, stepping over the primitive corpses of the aliens, gasping for breath and feeling as if his lungs were being tied up with red-hot wire, preventing him from breathing.

He soon realized the reason - it was a toxin, which had weakened him with a toxin that could harm Astarte.

He should have been aware of this a long time ago, from the time he was knocked out. Marius Gage let out a low sigh as he remembered the thing that had knocked him off the cliff and forced him to fall off a cliff, and a wave of nausea welled up in his mind.

It is taller and larger than Astarte, with layers of pale blue skin creating disgusting folds. Like other xenomorphs that suddenly emerge, it has eighteen eyes—eighteen eyes per head. It's ugly.

And it has a lot of heads, a lot of hands, a lot of legs. It moved like a monster from a nightmare and came to reality, moving around the ground like a bug, its seemingly slender and fragile legs piercing the chest of the power armor with a single blow.

Above those dense skulls was a huge mouth, tawny venom bubbling between the two separate tentacles. It took Gage half a second to remember what the thing looked like, and he stopped imagining the details, clenched his blade, and began to run towards his brothers.

The Ultramarines' battle cries were all too obvious in the darkness, not to mention that Gage knew where they were—he had gathered a squad after the fall, and he was fighting alongside them before he was knocked out.

He ran over there, starting to get a little weaker and mercifully didn't stop Gage from doing this. Forty-seven seconds later, he joined them. The monster that knocked him out was fighting them, it was huge and agile.

An Ultramariner was firing at it, and heavy bombs slammed into it, causing a storm of flesh and blood. The thing screamed, no flesh could resist the power of a heavy explosive bomb, and this thing was no exception, but it showed a remarkable tenacity.

It rose to its knees like a deft cat in the midst of the flesh, its massive mouth opening open, two massive tentacles like lips stirring, and tawny venom pouring down.

Astarte, who was firing at him, immediately retreated, moving quickly, but still had a little venom on his right hand. They quickly began to corrode the power armor, hissing, the armor being melted, and then the flesh itself.

Eventually, all the limbs below the elbow of his right hand were gone, and the cloudy liquid was dripping, but the Astarte didn't even scream. The pain was temporarily shielded, allowing him to make more correct decisions.

He carried a heavy bomb and immediately retreated. Others began to use firepower to contain the giant monster. It took Gage a few seconds to gauge the general situation, and instead of joining the band right away, he waited quietly in the shadows for a while—until the thing finally rushed out when it stood up again, ready to repeat the trick.

"Go back to hell!" Marius Gage roared and swung his sword at the edge of his sword—no matter how tenacious the life force of that thing and how terrifying its appearance was, there was one thing it could never get around.

It is a flesh and blood creature, and it is absolutely impossible for any flesh creature to resist the power sword.

Under Gage's furious blow, the monster's dozen hind legs, which stood up straight, were instantly cut off. It fell to the ground with a wail, countless dense skulls began to turn, hundreds, if not thousands, of eyes began to blink at Gage.

He sneered without fear, needless to say, the squad of the Ultramarines did not waste this opportunity. The long-awaited Heavy Fireman rushed forward and activated the flamethrower, and the lethal destructive power of promethium began to manifest.

The monster screamed and crawled to its feet, trying to escape, but the Ultramarines were not going to give it that chance again. Half a minute later, its battered body fell to the ground, blazing. The same was true of Gage, who collapsed between a rock, his cheeks twitching.

"Pharmacist!" A man roared in the dark. "Come here! Warlord needs help! Others on alert! ”

Gage raised his hand and tried to speak, but his limbs and lips had begun to disobey. His face inside his helmet began to twitch continuously, and the arriving apothecary misia grabbed him, flattened him, ripped off the torn helmet, and began to perform the examination.

Two injections of antidote and one stimulant were slowly injected, and after two minutes, Gage was finally able to speak.

"What about the original? Has communication been restored? He asked very quickly, he had to confirm these things.

"We still haven't found out the whereabouts of the original body, Warband, Captain. Communications have been partially restored, but the situation on the ground is not optimistic, they are everywhere. Our people are performing emergency repairs. ”

Gage looked at the man who answered him, "Your name?" ”

"Vladi Arndt, Chief, Sergeant of the 3rd Company."

"Very well, Sergeant." Gage turned his head and gestured to the pharmacist to check on the soldier who had lost his right hand.

After doing this, he looked back at the sergeant, "How many people can we get in touch with now?" ”

"It is not certain that only more than 600 people have replied to the communication we sent. The situation on the ground is slightly better, and our bombers have already been dispatched. ”

"Bombers?" Gage felt his numb lips and shook his head.

"Yes." Vladix Arntra nodded and began to explain.

"The city of the Harkosusians has also been attacked, their civilians are dying, and the Provisional Government official, who replaced one of the leaders of the Chamber of Commerce, the businessman, has sent us a distress signal. Civilians of the Harkosusse have half an hour to evacuate the bombardment zone or find a safe place to hide. ”

Gage thought hard for a moment, and now it had become very difficult for him to do this organized thing. Fortunately, he had not lost his most basic tactical qualities, and he quickly realized what this meant.

"It's an all-out offensive—" said the First War Commander weakly. "—these things have been planned for a long time, sergeant. We must send this news back to the Glory of Maculag and have them inform our cousins. Harcosus is a federation with three planets. ”

"Understood, sir." said the sergeant. "What do we do next?"

Robert Killman.

Gage's lips and teeth began to tremble, and he reached out for the sergeant to pull him up. His once-strong legs were now shaking, and the toxin had been contained, but it still had a partial effect on him.

Gage didn't bother to care about whether it would affect him in the future, he straightened up and thought for a while. Then, he felt a wave of fear.

Not the fear of death, not the fear that the toxins might disable him, he thought he would never feel it again, genetic modification and long-term training have made every Astarte superordinarily resistant to extreme emotions such as fear.

However, he was now breaking out in a cold sweat.

Robert Killman.

Gage's right hand began to tremble, not because of the toxin.

"Sir?" Vladi Arndt looked at him, waiting for the next command, a hidden uneasiness in his eyes. Gage didn't answer immediately, he looked around and saw that everyone in the team was staring at him,

Robert Killman.

Is he dead? We fell from the surface, and I saw countless corpses along the way - will he survive? Is he fighting? They asked silently.

Gage's thoughts were as chaotic as a tangled ball of thread, and he was silent, for a long time, before finally giving an answer.

"We keep fighting." He said. "Until we win, or kill them all."

He didn't mention Robert Killman, not a word.

There are still two chapters, 10,000 today, to make up for yesterday's arrears.

(End of chapter)