paranoianovel Chapter 503 The moth encountered by the salamander
Chapter 503 The moth encountered by the salamander
"I felt a destructive force approaching."
"We have given everything we have, Think Tank. If you still feel the need to call for support under such a defense, then it is necessary for us to send more reconnaissance troops to confirm who the enemy is."
The atmosphere of the conversation between Salamanders Chapter Master Hyper and the Librarian was "too heated" as they were repairing personal equipment in the forge.
"I gave you all the authority, you shouldn't come to me." It didn't take long before Haibo let the think tank temporarily lead the defense.
After all, he has been commanding for too long and needs a gap period to personally repair his equipment.
"I insist," the think tank said.
"I know, I'll do it as soon as possible."
The think tank slowly boarded the spaceship and left. No one could doubt the loyalty of the Sons of Vulkan. This was the Forging Holy Grail, one of the nine treasures left by the Salamander Primarch. It was supposed to be on Nocturne.
Every chapter has devoted everything to this battle. Regarding whether the Emperor can return, the Sons of the Fire Dragon are the group of warriors who have the strongest trust in the Emperor. This trust comes from their original body. They believe in Vulkan's immortality. Ability is given by the Emperor, and the Emperor lives forever.
Nocturne's defenses were reduced to a very weak state, with only the Eye of Vulkan (one of the nine artifacts, a planetary laser defense weapon) protecting the Chapter's monastery.
The think tank's condition is not much better than that of Chapter Master Hyper.
Look at the battle group Guilliman assigned them. Are those troops capable of being led by humans?
The Silver Skulls, the Flesh Tearers, the Executioners, the Skullbearers...
No one can hold back the fight.
The Flesh Tearers Chapter is pretty good. These Blood Angels "voluntarily" surrendered to the Black Rage and Blood Thirst, but at least they knew the results would be bad.
To put it simply, I am no longer shameless, but I have to save some face for my father.
At present, their chapter leader, Gabriel Seth, is at least aware that the behavior of the chapter has tarnished the image of the Emperor's Angels, and generally deploys his troops far away from friendly forces.
The Executioners and the Silver Skulls didn't feel that there was anything wrong with them at all. They fought well without destroying the morale of their mortal troops, and they felt good about themselves.
It was difficult to manage these forces, especially the Executioners, who sided with the Rebels during the Badab War, and their battle barge Doomblade was boarded and taken over by the 3rd Company of Salamanders, and eventually "the Emperor spared them." ", but the relationship with Salamander is really not a good one.
Warriors with strong endurance like Haibo need to rest, so one can imagine the "intensity of work".
The think tank also had a problem, "Which reconnaissance unit should we send out?"
The reconnaissance troops of these battle groups turned into the main force after reconnaissance for a while.
At this time, unexpected support appeared.
Most chapters don't even know of their existence, and only start-up groups like the Salamanders have heard of them.
"I am the mentor of the Assassin Court. You don't need to know my name. Just call me Assassin Mentor. After all, I am the only one in this area."
The visitor was not a "suspicious person" wrapped in a black robe. Instead, he was dressed no differently than a normal Terran noble gentleman.
Gray, yellow, and blue silks were intertwined together to form the lining in an extremely elegant way. A dark red coat was wrapped on the outside. Rare animal skins were draped over the shoulders. The face had no obvious features, a mechanical eye and Tai La's popular makeup style makes his face seem to match everyone.
He doesn't look like a mentor of the Assassin's Court, but more like a nobleman traveling here.
"Hello." Think Tank hesitated and did not add any title, because he found that he was not sure whether the other party was a boy or a girl.
"The visitor is a powerful orc boss." The assassin mentor said, and he briefly explained the story of Guilliman's expedition and the bombing battle.
The think tank was immersed in surprise that the original body didn't even kill it.
"Our assassins launched an assassination attempt. The assassination failed. All the equipment was left there. Every once in a while, they would emit a positioning wave band that is unique to the Assassin Court. We detected it and it was approaching us."
"Where did you detect the signal?"
"I'm sorry to say, here." The assassin mentor's voice also had no distinctive characteristics, as if everyone's voice was somewhat similar to his. "We've been here since the beginning."
The think tanks are too lazy to complain. They are struggling to unite and lead the forces of the Astartes. Other imperial forces...
It can only be said that they relied entirely on Salamander's good reputation to gather them.
"We usually don't interfere with your operations. I'm here just to inform you about the enemy's attack and our plan to assassinate the orc boss. I hope it won't interfere with your assault."
The Salamander Think Tank had a conversation with the Assassin Court Master. He knew that none of the words spoken by the guy in front of him could be trusted. He seriously doubted that the so-called plan to communicate with him was just to use them as bait to attract the enemy's attention. The Assassin would not follow the instructions at all. What he calls thought action.
However, they still agreed and began to prepare their own killing operations.
"Backup has been called," the assassin mentor said. "I'm not questioning whether our operation can be successful, but the opponent's number will not be reduced because of the death of the boss. With all due respect, with the troops currently stationed here, we don't even have enough ships to chase down the fleeing orcs."
The Salamander Think Tank hopes to find the most accurate jump point for the Orcs. They don't want to hand over any nearby star systems to their opponents. Every bit of supplies will make the Orcs stronger.
The bombardment hit a straight shot this time, and their huge ship jumped out from the Mandeville Point in the next galaxy.
Maybe they thought it would be easy to conquer the world with artillery bombs, or maybe they thought this was just an appetizer.
Who knows what the main course will be? Tyranids coming from afar? Black Legion? Blood Legion? It was a Waaaagh war anyway.
The world ahead implemented a policy of staying clear of the wilderness, and several worlds completed full evacuation. This was originally used to deal with the Tyranids.
Canoba didn't find anything useful on the planet, and it didn't need it. It was here to fight.
"I'm thinking there's something good for the humans ahead, boys, Waaagh!!!"
Countless orc ships rushed toward the Salamander defense world. In comparison, the number of imperial ships was stretched thin and could not be compared with the opponents in front of them.
"The evacuation of the Solonk A3U5 mine has been completed, and the mine tunnel has collapsed."
"The observatory on the planet Solonk VI has crashed into the surface of the dead planet and will leave nothing behind for the enemy."
"The world of Solonk III is requesting support. It will take them about one Terran day to complete the evacuation."
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The Salamanders had no other choice. There was no way they would abandon the tens of millions of mortals who failed to complete the evacuation.
As a last resort, they invested a large amount of military power into the galaxy protective ring in front, which was a defensive field composed of a series of equipment such as mines, meteorite bombs, macro artillery guidance beacons, and reconnaissance beacons.
The salamanders had to fight the orcs at the front.
"Tell the other Astartes chapters not to join forces in this naval battle. Fight and retreat as planned, and wait until the opponent reaches the world of Solonk IV before taking action."
It’s as if this sentence was said or not.
From the moment the Orks arrived at the edge of the galaxy, the war had begun.
The ideas of the Flesh Tearers Chapter are quite clear. As long as there is no battle and artillery fire, the soldiers can basically suppress the desire to kill. They wander around the edge of the battlefield, always ready to find a place with few loyalists to launch an attack. .
The commando team composed of Silver Skull and Executioner is ready. The reason why they haven't attacked yet is simply because the enemy fleet is too huge, and they don't know which ship the cunning orc boss is hiding in.
Only the Skullbearer reluctantly followed the Salamander ship. The Salamanders remained optimistic at first. Although there were many enemies, they were not invincible with the forging of the Holy Grail.
The orcs quickly broke through the trap zone with their numerical advantage. Although all the ships of the vanguard fleet were injured, the boys were very enthusiastic.
The battleship was very strong, but it was still easily sliced open by the Vulcan Anvil's super giant light spear array.
However, on the "giant laser section", you can see the tenacious orcs still roaring, the technician boys holding up wrenches and running quickly in the vacuum environment, and the big guy controls the cannon that fell off the turret, carrying it on his shoulder. Shooting at the battleship.
"We need to retreat while fighting to draw the enemy away."
"That's easy to say! Look at how many ships they have, so what if they divert a few? As long as one of the enemy's ships lands on World No. 4, it will be a devastating blow."
World No. 4 is a very magical world. Most of its areas are death worlds, full of poisonous miasma, local species that are lazy but can easily melt through the steel plates of Chimera armored vehicles, and are much taller than Sentinel mechas. poisonous woods and solid stone forests.
But in such a harsh area, there is a continent that is held up high. It is "lifted" by two large continental plates squeezing a small plate. One continent can accommodate the lives of tens of millions of people. A world surrounded by cliffs.
People living here are like living on top of a huge fortress, with natural strategic advantages.
"I am the governor of World No. 4 and the leader of the Hyper Chapter. We ask for a battle here. We believe that sacred artillery fire can cause a devastating blow to the enemy."
"Reject, proceed as originally planned."
"But, this is exactly what the Assassin Mentor meant."
Heibo heard puzzling information just after he went online. It was outrageous that the governor knew about the Assassin's Court. What he said now was completely different from what the think tank told him.
The Governor continued: "We have dispatched the Astra Militarum to serve as the rearguard of the Emperor's people, Chapter Master Hyperion. There is only enough time for the people to evacuate. I am afraid that the Astra Militarum will have no chance of leaving."
"We will buy time for you. There are enough (natural) traps on Planet Four to allow the Astra Militarum to retreat."
"I'm afraid I can't command those Astra Militarum soldiers."
"???"
"Forgot to mention, those are the Krieg Death Corps."
Captain Haibo felt his veins tingling. Was he too kind to make them think they could disobey his military orders?
‘This is probably the Assassin’s Court’s plan. ’ The think tank uses telepathy to communicate with Haibo.
"I am the commander-in-chief!"
The Governor on the other side of the holographic conference was startled. After taking a second to calm down, he said calmly: "I'm just following orders."
"Captain of the Executioners Chapter, one of your squads is near him, right?"
"Yes." The signal of the voice was not stable, and the executioner and the orc were too close.
"Go and execute him. When I am the commander-in-chief, he actually dares to accept orders from unknown people without reporting to me. He has been suspected of violating Article 213, Article 29, Third Regulation, and Article 62 of the Wartime Military Order. Putting the safety of so many Imperial citizens at risk, I will execute you immediately and you will be solely responsible for the command of World No. ."
"Let's do it." Gabriel Seth, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.
"Are you sure? Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers?"
"I'm sure, let's do it, it's done."
The Flesh Tearer's ship turned around and sped towards World No. 4. All the transport ships in the giant hangar began the Machine Soul Blessing Ceremony, not only transporting soldiers but also helping civilians evacuate.
.....
It doesn't matter.
As for Krieger, it doesn't matter.
This is the idea of the Flesh Tearers' top brass.
Since no one will survive, their battle will not be recorded by the human empire, even if it is Black Rage, it doesn't matter.
This residential area on the world of Solonk No. 4 is the pillar that towers over the planet.
Great for making tombstones.
The Flesh Tearers' warriors had no intention of coming back alive. Gabriel Seth handed the one hundred warriors who were the most stable and least likely to appear Black Rage to the Salamanders, letting them drive them at will. The rest of the troops all moved towards the four directions. The world has fallen.
The priest's sermon was not a routine praising the Archangel and the Emperor. Sitting on the transport ship, he was more like issuing a code of action for this battle.
"Control your emotions..."
"Pastor!" (very loud!), a soldier asked, "Why don't we join the battle immediately and destroy the incoming enemies? Do we think we are not worthy of participating in such a sacred battle and can only evacuate civilians? Chores?!”
"Control your emotions. We will fight to the death below. We are heading to the defense zone. It can only be said that we have very little time to familiarize ourselves with and build our positions. The holy blood is not the source of recklessness. Suppress your heart. of temper."
"I know that you can't stand the power (black rage) hidden in the holy blood. Now, as a priest, I can tell you the first rule of battle. I allow you to no longer suppress it, just... .You killed five hundred big orcs."
This is an achievement that many warriors cannot achieve in their lifetime. Those who can speak of these achievements are all veteran warriors like Dante.
However, the soldiers who heard this regulation showed a morbid excitement. They memorized this regulation seriously. At this moment, they, like Krieger, became the currency of small and large.
Chapter Leader Haibo suspected the identity of the Assassin's Tutor, but was unable to contact him again.
"Then let's get started. The battleships will spread out and let them see the power of the fire dragon."
Salamander's battleships formed a fire dragon formation, spitting flames on the battlefield, and the shells fired by the super giant macro cannon could destroy an entire Orc frigate.
Haibo still doubted whether his cannonballs were as many as those of the enemy's ships.
"Chapter Leader! The guy who calls himself the Assassin Mentor sent a message."
Haibo formally met the instructor who looked not very good-looking.
"This is just the vanguard. Don't try to find the opponent's boss. It hasn't appeared yet."
The Assassin Mentor opened a picture in the holographic conference room of the War Council. It was Gangaat in space when the Regent died in the battle.
"Your Majesty, what is that thing?" the representative of the Imperial Navy exclaimed.
Hyper was horrified, but in order to maintain his morale, he loudly said in an unquestionable tone: "The Forging Holy Grail will destroy it, and we will win the final victory."
"No, no, no, your mission is to hold it down until it dies in this galaxy. Support is on the way."
He stretched out four fingers and faced Heibo.
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"We refuse to evacuate. The duty of the Planetary Defense Force is to protect this land. The suicide note has been evacuated with our families. Now is the time to fight for the Emperor's Holy Land."
After Gabriel Seth's troops left their transport boats, they ordered the surrounding mortals to board their ships and leave, but the mortals gathered here did not leave.
Gabriel looked at them. The row of mortals headed by him were relatively muscular and were saluting them, while the ones behind him...
A Planetary Defense Guardsman's uniform is split into three parts.
The shorter man wore a standard helmet and stuck it tightly behind the tall man, hiding his civilian clothes and exposing his head.
Some women wore uniforms and had their hair tied up, or simply cut short, using makeshift tools to make it look ugly, as if they had been chewed. They tried their best to appear capable and like experienced soldiers.
Standing in the distance were a row of shirtless men, wearing Planetary Defense Force uniforms, each holding a pickaxe. They pretended to have taken off their shirts because they were too hot while digging trenches.
The bolter was pressed against the leader's head.
"Civilians, evacuate. This is an order. Are you disobeying military orders?"
"We are not civilians."
The people behind suddenly spoke up.
"We are the Planetary Defense Force, and this is my certificate of service!" Many people held up their certificates of service, some of which could be seen to be forged, and some of which had official seals that were not red ink pads but had been used up. , Gabriel could smell blood from it.
Amidst the noise, there was a particularly harsh sound.
"Give way, I'm not."
A woman held her child and pushed forward hard. Although she was plainly dressed, she had a very strong figure and easily squeezed past the thin people who claimed to be "soldiers."
"Get out of the way, I'm different from you people who don't know what life is."
She squeezed her way to the front of Gabriel, but the surging crowd just cast disdainful glances at her, but she ignored them at all.
She squeezed her way into the first row, saluted Gabriel, and took out her Middle Nest career certificate, proving that she was a citizen of the empire.
"Get aboard."
Gabriel said.
When the lady left, she looked back at everyone with a look of contempt on her face.
The bitches who went down to the nest have lived in misery all their lives. Death is a relief for them. But I am different. A good life should not end like this.
Gabriel was very dissatisfied with the mess ahead.
"Who is the commander! Let them stand up! Stand in line and separate a row of passages!"
In the next ten minutes, people boarded the ship one after another. Some fat businessmen dragged their huge suitcases and sat in front of the cabin door crying after being refused permission to take them on board the ship.
The elite civil servants who failed to evacuate in time rushed forward. We cannot blame them. They were responsible for maintaining the order of the evacuation and were the last to voluntarily evacuate. They had done a good enough job, and they had to evacuate too.
The little beggar who came down from the nest gritted his teeth and begged to board the ship. Gabriel agreed. The contemptuous sarcasm in the transport ship was quickly suppressed by the sound of the power sword opening.
The transport ship slowly took off and left this land.
The troops in front of them were weak, poorly equipped, thin and without military literacy, but they loved this land deeply.
Gabriel spoke, and his words, which were always stern and gloomy, were so passionate.
"Brothers, you have just earned this respectful title. I am willing to call you brothers. This is the recognition that those cowards who run away will never get. We will stand on this land and water our love with blood. soil of."
The roar was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami roaring, and the "army" in front of them shouted dialects, low and high Gothic, and simple modal particles...
The voice was loud and the fighting spirit filled the sky.
"The orcs want to take away this land that you live on and take away the emperor's holy territory. What should we do!"
This time, the response was unified, with all languages saying the same thing, "Kill them all!"
"It is not enough to have the will to fight. Your shouts cannot kill the enemy. Now, following the instructions of the servant army, I want you to quickly become a warworthy army."
Gabriel left here and wasted too much time on this group of mortals. The Flesh Tearer's determination of the local terrain and buildings was being presented in his helmet through the holographic map, and the prototype of the position construction had already been formed in his brain. .
Go find the Krieg troops.
.......
The salamanders and the orcs cut each other down, and this moment finally arrived.
The orcs' meteorites were denser than raindrops. The orcs were running on the deck of the battle barge, only wearing thin masks on their rough armor.
I wish I could run here.
They enter through any opening they can get into.
A big orc got into the muzzle of the macro cannon.
With a loud noise, the cannon exploded, and the macrocannon array instantly turned into a burning fragment. The orcs could clearly see the cracks they could get into.
After Hyper was forced and commanded the fleet to retreat to World No. 4, he allowed more orc ships to fall there instead of continuing to help them.