paranoianovel Chapter 516 Wanderer
Chapter 516 Wanderer
The political commissar was killed.
Ken is still alive.
This thin man used the butt of his gun to knock out several idiots who dared to shoot at the Black Templar. In this case, these people would all die. A group of guys who saw demons would not want to live unless... ..
Ken looked at the Inquisitor, who roared and kicked to make the idiots behind him stop firing.
Instead.
The fighting ceased, and there were estimated to be about sixty soldiers left. The demon disappeared, leaving only the body of a traitorous Space Marine.
The Black Templar warrior was seriously injured. He had fought to the bitter end. He had run out of combat potions and ammunition, and even the energy of his power sword would be exhausted.
At this moment, he couldn't care less about face. He found a wall to lean against, got into a comfortable position, and took off his helmet.
Ken was the first to lean to the side of the Emperor's Angel, and checked the chapter emblem. His hand in his left pocket stopped groping, and he turned to his right pocket, and took out his rations and water.
The Astartes took off his helmet, took a few breaths, took what Ken handed over, and ate it with big mouthfuls.
better than nothing.
"Soldier, which army are you from?"
"Punitive Legion, I hope the Emperor will forgive us."
Ken's movements were very professional, as if they were the result of long-term cooperation with the Astartes. The Black Templar warrior felt something abnormal. The soldier in front of him had definitely undergone biochemical surgery.
"how old are you."
"One hundred and thirty-one years old, angel."
The Inquisitor and the Primaris warriors were speechless. Are you older than us?
Ken was skinny and looked to be in his forties, but he didn't expect to be so old.
The soldiers of the Punishment Legion were cowering. There were so many people just now, so they didn’t see me firing randomly, did they?
"Don't move, defensive formation."
Inquisitor Flegg quickly stepped forward, saluted the Primaris warriors and apologized.
He asked the angels about their next plan. In fact, as of now, there are not many people left in this Black Templar expeditionary force. The strategic mission is still going on, but they don't know how to find supplies.
"Recuperate briefly and then set out to find the other Astartes. We need to gather our forces."
Everyone was finally free to take a short rest. Many people in the Penal Legion who had not experienced war were vomiting. They were businessmen, politicians, and some civilian staff in the Middle Nest. Political persecution was commonplace in the empire. The usual wars of a few figures were now coming. For them, collapse is the norm.
The commissar died, and Judge Flagg came to Ken's side.
"Do you have experience in commanding troops? In which army did you serve?"
"Atris Militarum."
"No name. Which college did you graduate from?"
"I am a graduate of the Third Military Academy of Atris." Political Commissar (generally assigned by the Ministry of Military Affairs, local officers are military cadres with real power such as company commanders and platoon commanders).
Political Commissar Flege was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted.
How else to join the Punishment Legion?
"Now you come to lead the troops as a former political commissar and obey the command of the Emperor's Angel. Do you have any objections?"
Ken looked at the more than sixty punishment soldiers behind him. Their fighting qualities were not as good as those of ordinary people on Atris. It would be extremely difficult to organize them into a normal army.
“Give it your all.”
Ken quickly adjusted his condition and let the Inquisitor do the speech. He turned around and said a few words, but was chopped down by the Black Templar warriors.
That's right, the reason he joined the Punishment Corps was because he was caught "speaking arrogant words".
After a short rest, a voice finally appeared in the communication channel of the Primaris warriors. Under the leadership of the Emperor's Angel, the Punishment Legion began to march.
Some soldiers were frightened because they had shot at the black warrior just now, while others were very fanatical.
Whoever can beat the most has a high status. This is the law of the prison.
Following the strong is also the law of survival.
The Emperor's Angel in front of them met all the requirements, except that he ran so fast that they were almost thrown away.
Ken tried to imitate the discipline method of his former political commissar, "Everyone, run faster. I have the source of the signal. If you can't follow me, you will fall out of range. The explosive collar will blow your heads into the sky!"
The soldiers behind followed bitterly. Their food was not very good.
The Penal Legion is also an Astra Militarum, but when someone deducts military pay and food, they cannot report it, and they cannot even mutiny.
The Penalty Legion is very useful when a human wave tactic is needed, but not an elite human wave tactic.
They should not be allowed to come to this kind of place. Deploying Krieg was a good choice, but the empire had no choice. All the troops had been mobilized, leaving only a steady stream of criminals sent to the nearest punishment world.
The only reason they were not thrown away by the Astartes seemed to be that the warriors in front had to move debris and corpses to clear the way, which took some time.
Whether it was luck or misfortune, the Black Templar warriors found a shortcut.
The passage ahead was blown down, and a big hole suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The Primaris warrior jumped down. Even though one of his lungs was injured and his body was stabbed several times, he still jumped down easily to guard the surroundings.
The mortals above took a look at it. How many bones could they break?
"We can't go down here. What's the difference between us going down and completely losing combat effectiveness?" A prisoner tried to reason with the judge at the end of the queue. What he got was a laser pistol bullet.
Everyone behind was shocked, but those in front didn't know it and thought someone was coming, including Ken.
He finally came up with a method and prepared to demonstrate it himself so that others could follow suit.
Ken walked to the hole, and there were some exposed metal strips like steel bars.
Ken shouted to the back: "See clearly what I did." Then he took off his shirt.
This took a little effort because the explosive collar had caught part of the clothing.
He grabbed the cuffs of his clothes, hung them on the exposed metal bar, and jumped down.
When the whole body fell, the clothes provided a lot of cushioning force, making him hang on it and sway from side to side like a sandbag in the gym.
In this way, the height below is less than two meters, and if you jump directly, your feet will be numb for a while.
He let go of one hand and let his body fall. After touching the ground, he rolled forward in a simple and neat way to remove the impact. Some people didn't know how to do this, so it didn't matter, so they wouldn't be injured.
"Did you see everything clearly? Come down!"
The person behind him fell down, hitting the ground perfectly, and blood flowed all over the ground.
Ken was stunned for a moment. The laser gun muzzle on the body showed that he did not fall to death.
Looking up, he saw the judge looking at the soldiers coldly.
"Jump down, jump on the corpse, otherwise you will be the corpse as a buffer."
The black laser gun muzzle and the intact Ken.
"Hurry up, are you still hesitating on your way to the war where the Emperor forgives your sins?"
The soldiers jumped directly, very efficiently. As soon as they landed, they rolled and crawled away. If they ran slower, they would be used as meat pads by those who came after them.
Ken watched with his own eyes as this "non-combat attrition" soldier was trampled into a ball of flesh, and his broken bones also scratched many people.
The Inquisitor finally settled down. "Forward," he said.
The troops set out again. Most of them were lame, but they could endure the pain and move forward.
‘Such a force has no fighting capacity. ’ Ken thought.
The Primaris warrior's professional moves became meaningless under the influence of the noisy soldiers behind him, and he no longer wasted time making silent tactical moves.
Artillery fire rumbled from the front, and every place the team walked was filled with a burning smell. The ceiling was always severely torn, and both the Chaos and the Empire sides tried their best to pull out the internal defense weapons.
Judging from the sound of artillery fire, it looked like the skitarii of the Adeptus Mechanicus were ahead.
Ken made a judgment call.
The firepower density is very high, either there is a large group of people, or there is a powerful priest.
This was good news and meant they had a chance to get their hands on some guns and ammunition.
After the last brutal war, every soldier was assigned a laser gun, but the laser gun with an exhausted battery pack was no different from a fire stick.
"Check the guns!"
Ken yelled, wondering if these men knew how to check a gun.
Sure enough, most people just glanced at the remaining ammunition, and some people completely looked at whether there were stains on the laser gun.
The sound of gunfire in front is getting smaller and smaller. Either the enemy has been wiped out, or the Mechanicus is about to be wiped out.
There were no other sounds, Ken heard no war cries or screams from the cultists, nor the Primaris warriors.
The aftereffects of Belisarius's furnace being triggered made him feel weak, but he still opened the power sword, turned a corner, and rushed in through the hole.
It took a long time for Ken to rush to the corner, maybe ten seconds? He was unsure, his heart was beating very fast, and he felt like he could hear the sound of blood rushing wildly.
He rushed out, and a large number of skitarii were knocked down on both sides. The weapons in their hands were just right. If they could unlock some kind of genetic lock and equip it to the soldiers behind, they could create a group of crazy soldiers. The fire thrower.
When the firepower reaches a certain intensity, accuracy is less important. The surviving warriors "at least dare to shoot" and keep firing.
He tried to find the enemy, but he could only hear the sound of gold and iron clashing in all directions, but he could not see the enemy.
He searched among the black and red corpses. The chaos of weapons and corpses around him made it difficult for him to distinguish. Finally, he found the Black Temple warriors on one side.
His movements were strange, as if he was doing a forward somersault and throwing himself out.
Being injured like that and being able to do a front flip is already outrageous.
Ken unconsciously grabbed the laser gun. He didn't know what to do, but his instinct told him to shoot.
Shooting at the Black Templar warriors, or to be precise, around him.
Ken's marksmanship was accurate and he believed in himself.
"Seize the bunker!" he shouted, lying down on the spot and shooting continuously at the Primaris warriors.
The shooting was very accurate. If you didn't hit the opponent, maybe you wouldn't care if you did.
There are two situations here, and Ken bets on one of them.
He saw the white light flash away, and he was very happy that he had made the right bet.
Not a psyker.
The pointed hat stayed in his field of vision for a moment, as if he was considering whether to rush in and risk the laser gun fire to give the big man an end.
Is an Eldar.
He changed his mind and rushed over following the shooting. Before the soldiers behind him had time to figure out what was going on, a red and white figure rushed in. The single-molecule blade flew up and down, killing a group of soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables. .
Ken rushed towards the Templar, completely ignoring the soldiers behind him. He knew that he even hoped that the Eldar would take action.
The Primaris warrior stood up very slowly, slowly enough that Ken could see his movements clearly.
Ken fell down in front of him, flat on the ground, just two meters in front of the samurai.
The Emperor's Angel roared and swung his power sword, colliding with the blades coming from behind, and the Eldar warriors were pushed back several meters.
She didn't touch Ken, it was on purpose.
Ken made a tactical move, flipping his body as he fell so that he fell on his back, holding the gun in both hands so that he could face the enemy behind him.
The Eldar was knocked away, and she couldn't adjust her posture in the air.
Laser guns fired.
The first shot was crooked and missed the enemy completely.
The second shot was easily turned by the opponent and hit the opponent's hard chest armor. The spirit bone armor ejected the laser bullet.
There was no third shot, the battery pack was exhausted, and Ken only saw a shadow flashing ahead.
The strong wind in his ears was so explosive that the harsh friction sound caused by the blade scraping hard against the reinforced ceramic armor almost caused his eardrums to collapse.
The combat dagger flew out from his thigh, and the Black Templar warrior made the most correct reaction. It was the knife-throwing technique, which had one characteristic: speed.
The back of Ken's head hit the ground hard, and he was unconscious for a while. He promised that it must be less than three seconds.
The battle is over.
The Eldar fell to the ground, he must be dead.
Ken struggled to get up, his head was dizzy, his vision was fine, but he couldn't hear clearly.
The remaining soldiers of the Punishment Legion were frightened. They were so timid that they didn't dare to raise their heads. The brothers next to them were alive with guns raised one second, and turned into pieces of meat the next.
Blood flowed all over the floor.
Ken still has some hope.
Judge Flagg walked out from the front intact.
Humph, you are lucky.
This time, the Black Templar warriors recognized him, his reaction was quick enough, and his combat effectiveness was up to the standards of a servant army.
"You fought beautifully, soldier." The Primaris warrior covered his chest and praised Ken. In the battle just now, he lost a heart.
"Thank you."
"Let's see if there are any usable supplies." The Inquisitor kicked the man behind the bunker.
They began to search for ammunition from the corpses of the Mechanicus. There were less than thirty soldiers left, and it became simple and easy to guard them.
Ken found the Inquisitor.
"I hope this fight has proven my loyalty and that my actions deserve redemption."
The Inquisitor understood what he meant. Of course he didn't want to open the explosive ring around his neck, but the recognition of the Black Templar warriors did influence the Inquisitor to a certain extent.
"Come here, Ken. There is no doubt that you have been redeemed in the eyes of the God-Emperor. Stand at attention! And all of you, all of you, form a line and stand at attention!"
It is not easy for the Penal Legion to be forgiven. The meaning of the Inquisitor's move is to stabilize the courage of the remaining soldiers and let them see their example.
The approval from the Emperor's Angels is right in front of you, and it represents the Emperor's will to a certain extent.
The Primaris warrior didn't expect that his casual compliment would completely change Ken's fate.
The soldiers around him stopped moving. They looked at Ken blankly. The explosive ring around his neck was removed, and he regained his official position.
Their political commissar.
Political Commissar, at that moment, "Ken's soldiers" regarded him as an idol and followed him voluntarily in order to obtain salvation.
Morale has become high again, and it has become extremely easy to manage the punishment legion. As long as the orders are not particularly outrageous, the soldiers will do their best to do it.
The perfect morale booster.
Ken got his squad and the supplies he was craving for. The Skitarii's weapons were not small. The Astartes removed a heavy bolter from the largest of them. The power armor warrior needed to hold it with both hands to control it. .
Ken very professionally selected weapons for the soldiers, weapons with less recoil that would not shatter mortal shoulders.
Replenishing ammunition is very difficult. The Primaris bolter only has one magazine of bolts.
"We're ahead of the pack," Ken said.
He was walking straight ahead.
The war was fierce, and he didn't know how long he had been walking. His left ear was destroyed by the fire of the heavy bolter held by the Primaris warriors, and he was completely unable to hear.
As a reward for this battle, Ken received a permission.
"Here, soldier, I grant you temporary use of this weapon until this war is over."
The Primaris warrior threw the Eldar's single-molecule combat knife to Ken. It was a very light knife, not as heavy as he imagined. Holding it was like holding a feather.
Its sharpness is undeniable, and no scabbard can restrain its unruly blade, which has been stained with too much blood.
This still drew cheers from the soldiers behind him, and a platoon of soldiers treated him like a "living saint."
The Inquisitor silenced the noisy troops.
They walked and walked, passing countless corpses. At first, they would restrain their weapons that symbolized the honor of the Black Templar.
Or having a soldier hold an Astartes bolter, even though he can't use it and has no ammo.
Or carrying a power sword on your back. Only the strongest soldiers can carry it. Sometimes it takes two people to carry it.
The squad grew smaller and larger.
Different Penal Legion units joined them in several encounters, and finally, the Primaris warrior fell.
He fell at the hands of a Chaos Warrior of the Black Legion, their blades piercing each other's hearts, but the veteran's last heart was left to the Eldar.
The troops nearly collapsed when they saw the blade thrust out of the Black Templar's back.
Ken charged forward, his "morale" never breaking.
The opponent's blade was still in the heavy Mark 10 power armor, unable to move quickly. Ken jumped up, put one hand on the deceased's power backpack, raised the other hand high, and stabbed the opponent's head.
The Chaos Warrior tilted his head. He didn't even think it was a threat, and then the monomolecular blade pierced his neck, cutting off important blood vessels.
He was just an Astartes, without the Forge of Belisarius.
Killing a Chaos Warrior brought Ken's reputation to its peak, and everyone truly believed that he was a "living saint."
Although his left eyelid was swollen and his body was in tatters.
How long will the battle last?
Hunger and thirst were attacking them, and the Adeptus Mechanicus could not find food or water on them. At this time, all Ken could think about was the bulletproof naan plate. As the standard equipment of the Atris Imperial Army, it could now be eaten with blood.
They moved along the "dirty" roads, where there were corpses of various forces, and they didn't dare to go to those clean areas. Who knew what traps were waiting for them?
As time passed, they encountered more corpses of Primaris warriors, a force carrying various Black Templar weapons held together by sheer willpower.
Some people found a few sticks and set up the Black Templar's equipment, including helmets, badges of honor, and weapons. One person can no longer lift these things. It takes the combined efforts of many people to lift them.
They move forward like pilgrims, and like plunderers, they plunder everything in sight.
Ken could hear some sounds, and his hearing was greatly damaged, but he could still clearly hear the fierce battle ahead.
The battle was so mammoth that the passage ahead was distorted.
The Eldar warriors protected by the Death God were unleashing powerful psychic energy, and the Chaos Sorcerers were equally unceremonious and fought back.
The soldiers at the back marched towards that side without thinking. With the Emperor's blessing, we are invincible!
This morbid fanaticism lasted until they were near the battlefield.
It was the battlefield of the gods. The fragments of the Eldar war god Cain and the powerful power burst out by the Death God's Chosen collided with the Great Demon of Slaanesh. Narvo Quinn fought and walked away with the soul stone he captured. Behind them are the frantic Eldar.
Separated by several walls, everyone felt an unbearable headache. When Ken looked back, he realized that the people around him had nothing to do with the Punishment Legion except for the collars around their necks.
They were dripping with blood, their gray clothes were torn into rags to bandage their wounds, and everyone looked disgraced. If it weren't for the embarrassed Inquisitor behind them, Ken would have almost suspected that this was an army of Chaos believers.
"Be ready for battle."
Ken turned his head. Several walls ahead were crumbling and could probably be destroyed with a single volley.
Suddenly, there were continuous explosions from behind, and the sound was huge.
"Live up to the Emperor's grace." He roared and raised his monomolecular sword, preparing to face the attack from behind.
The strong wind suddenly stopped.
Ashlan felt strange, I seemed to have heard familiar words just now.
Are these ragtag troops our own?
He stopped the motorcycle. The main White Scar army had not returned. Khan's original bodyguards were still Ashlan and the others for the time being.
After the red torrent opened the way, he discovered a shabby army.
"Solidarity!" he shouted.
"Liberate the entire galaxy!" Ken replied. He couldn't see anything, and his tears flowed out uncontrollably, and he couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard he wiped them away.
The wanderer has come home.