paranoianovel Chapter 144 Battle of Heart Lake
Chapter 144 Battle of Heart Lake
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"Hello, um... my name is Sa Sa. I come from the town of Chino in the north. When I came to travel, I lost my ID. I want to get a new one."
"Well, is there anything that can prove your identity?"
"I currently work at the Anxin Inn owned by the owner of Gallastero, and I also live there. Can I get a work permit?"
The Demon of Tzeentch answered fluently, but the surrounding environment changed and gradually became hot, and the Demon of Tzeentch felt like he was about to burn.
"Not enough, sir, are there any relatives you can contact? Proof of identity is an important genealogical inheritance. You cannot be a person conjured out of thin air." Volus' eyes were scorching, bright and full of justice.
"Of course, sir, but I really don't have anyone I can contact, at least within a month. I hope to apply for a temporary identity. Many townspeople can prove that I am a good person."
Volus stared at it, as if thinking of something, he changed his tone.
"Don't be afraid. Everyone has secrets, some good and some bad. But you can rest assured that you can tell me the bad information boldly and I will seek justice for you."
Obviously, this Volus misunderstood something.
"No sir, I swear to the Emperor, there is no bad information, I simply lost my identification while traveling."
"Swear to the Emperor... Well, you need to find someone willing to testify for you, otherwise you cannot get a temporary identity card."
"Okay, thank you for your guidance."
The Tzeentch daemon exited the town center building, and the surrounding environment seemed a little more hostile to it.
Fun, fun puzzle game.
Someone willing to identify me? That's the one who approves of me... Let's have a big game.
The Tzeentch demon returned to the Anxin Inn, waiting for night to fall.
The stars are shining brightly. The bright moonlight replaced the warm sunshine, and in the quiet night, only the sound of gurgling water accompanied people to sleep.
It's time for the Daemons of Tzeentch to engage in a typically diabolical move.
It will summon a disaster and break the beautiful illusion. The projection in charge of Volus will definitely stand up. She only needs to block the disaster before he appears and protect this beauty... No, even if he appears When you see it struggling to fight against disasters, that's it.
What other people do you want to recognize you for? Isn’t it enough that your Astartes subjective projection recognizes me?
In other words, if I become the mayor here, will it be equivalent to successfully lurking in the subconscious of this Astartes?
A powerful tide of beasts was approaching the town, and the Tzeentch demons directly transformed into the Tyranid ground troops.
The enemy was just running around in the wasteland outside the town, but the earth trembled, houses collapsed, and residents panicked and fled in all directions.
The tall Tyranids rushed over from the mountains and seas. The beast covered in biochemical armor showed its sharp claws that were several meters long and rushed towards the blood eaters.
The Tzeentch demon walked to the edge of the town and waited for the death of the few guys wandering around outside the town. The townspeople knew the terror of the enemy. When the enemy arrived in the town, he would take action.
It looked at the center of the town, where there was no movement.
Well, that's almost it. Let's do something first.
The Tzeentch demon shouted that the enemy was coming, knocked on the doors of the houses on the edge of the town, and woke up the sleeping people. The awakened people fled towards the center of the town.
Ninety-nine Tyranids, including Tyranid warriors, Tyranid guards and other powerful creatures, are enough to cause a devastating blow to this town.
The Tzeentch demon also pretended to start running towards the center of the town. What kind of reasonable battle could it be? How about collapsing a house and trapping a Tyranid underneath? Or do you move around and let the Tyranids bite a stone?
Just as it was thinking about it, the sound of messy footsteps came from the distance again.
The Tzeentch demon looked at the people in surprise. The people who were running away just now organized themselves spontaneously, picked up weapons and ammunition and ran out of the town.
"What are you doing? Run quickly, you will be torn apart easily!" As soon as Demon Tzeentch finished speaking, it felt that the world's rejection of it was further increasing, and the surrounding area became much colder.
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and get your weapons." Boss Gallastero roared at it while carrying a huge heavy-heat melt gun.
Also, how could the Astartes be unarmed in their hearts.
"I'll go right away. Where can I get the heavy melta gun?"
"Go to Mr. Fulushe, he has it."
After saying that, Boss Galashtero left in a hurry.
The Tzeentch demon hid in a corner of the house, and then transformed into a heavy melta gun.
The weapons here attacking the Tyranids it transformed are essentially a confrontation between the Astartes' inner defenses and its demonic power.
But I am the devil. I conjured up the Tyranids. How powerful is the gun in my hand? Isn’t it all up to my own acting?
The Tzeentch demon thought this way, feeling that everything was under its control.
Ever since, everyone could see a young man running wildly on the central avenue of the town with a big gun on his shoulder.
It was getting closer and closer to the battlefield, but there were fewer and fewer houses around it, out of town.
On the wasteland outside the town, the townspeople launched a tenacious resistance with the help of scattered boulder bunkers.
The ground on the front line of the battlefield was shaking, blood and flesh were flying, and the enemy's bioplasma cannons were so heavy that the soldiers in the small town could not lift their heads.
Seeing such a battle, the Tzeentch demon secretly rejoiced that his own strength was still slightly stronger than the inner defense of the Astartes, so he shouted urgently, "Everyone, go to the town and use the house bunkers to deal with the enemy!"
The only response to it was flying rocks and diffuse smoke.
Mortals still fought steadfastly against the Terra Zerg in the wilderness, even if the sharp claws pierced their chests, the plasma melted their flesh and blood, and their bones turned into ashes.
The Tzeentch Demon braved "deadly artillery fire" and rushed behind the stone where there were the most people. Five or six people stayed here.
"Listen to me and go to the village quickly. We are familiar with the terrain of the village and can go around and make a surprise attack behind the enemy."
The men glanced at it, then went back to wiping their guns.
"The light of all opportunities shines, and the glory comes to blessed life, and the Omnisiah is eternal..."
After finishing soothing the machine soul, the man turned to look at an old man with an unshaven beard.
"Are you ready, kid?"
"Old man..." The old man reached out and touched his son's head, then rushed out of the bunker in one stride.
The lean old man walked swiftly and quickly, attracting the attention of several Tyranids. The flesh-eating gun turned its muzzle and aimed at the old man.
His son took the opportunity to emerge from the other side of the bunker and quickly fired at the enemy while reporting his comrades' positions.
"30 meters towards eleven o'clock."
The other people hiding behind the big rocks immediately threw the grenades with all their strength.
A Tyranid Lancer was hit and stopped. Several others immediately turned their guns to suppress fire here.
The old man is still running forward, and he is about to reach behind another stone.
There was a sudden flash, and a washbasin-thick bioplasma crashed to the ground, blowing the old man away.
"Father!" The old man's legs were blown off and he fell to the ground slumped.
Seeing this, the son threw the big gun in his hand to his teammates. Like his father, he used his body as bait to cover his teammates.
However, what was different from before was that as soon as the son left the stone bunker, he was immediately hit by the enemy. His body was torn apart and blood splashed on everyone's face.
"Everyone, listen to me. Fighting like this will only increase casualties. We will lure the enemies into the town and deal with them." The Tzeentch demon leaned forward and fired a few shots, knocking down a Tyranid, and then ducked back.
The men didn't even look at the Tzeentch demon, and only replied lightly, "The children are in town."
The people behind another rock also tried to rescue the injured old man. They stuck their heads out and suppressed it with a burst of fire. Then a young man rushed out of the bunker and ran towards the old man.
At the next moment, a huge meat bomb hit the stone bunker next door. The bomb exploded, and the foul-smelling, highly corrosive liquid corrupted the people behind the bunker into a puddle of pus.
"Enough!" Demon Tzeentch even used his magic voice to spread his voice into more people's minds. "You can't win by fighting like this. Your sacrifices are meaningless."
No one retreated, and no reply came. The mortals showed their will with their actions:
"Keep the enemy at bay."
The Tzeentch demon was disgusted.
Stupid, idiot, doesn't this Astartes even have tactical literacy? Why are the people in Xinhu all idiots?
As a result, the Tzeentch demon rushed out of the bunker, "darted left and right, cleverly dodged multiple enemy shots, rolled like a donkey into the crater, and then rolled continuously to dodge several bullets, raising his hand to shoot several times." He broke off the hind limbs of the enemy who was shooting at him, rushed to the old man, carried him on his back, and braved the enemy's bullets to rush back to the bunker with all his strength."
The Tzeentch demon panted and looked at the others, thinking that this should definitely improve his favorability.
Unexpectedly, the man next to him scolded: "The enemy is obviously using this old man as bait to attract us to rescue, and take the opportunity to kill our effective forces. Two young men have already been killed. Can't you tell? Why don't you tell us to seek cover before taking action? Are you mentally ill?"
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If you are sick, your whole family will be sick.
Demon Tzeentch gathered his emotions and spoke again: "We can't fight like this. The sacrifice is meaningless. Does the old man's injury and his son's sacrifice mean anything? Not a single enemy was killed. Look around. The group of people behind the bunker were melted into pus for no reason. We should retreat to the town, and while they are wreaking havoc, while they are chasing the elderly and children, we can go around them. If you concentrate your firepower from behind, you will definitely be able to severely damage or even kill them."
After saying this, the air condensed and the heaven and earth became silent.
The Tzeentch demon looked around in confusion. The mortals were still ready to rush out of the bunker and open fire. The sky was still filled with bioplasma and lasers flashing.
But there is no sound.
"Dong~~"
Um? Where did the drum sound come from?
"Dong~~"
Coming from behind, from the center of town.
The Tzeentch demon looked back. There was a huge war drum on the rooftop of the tallest building in the center of the town. There were red patterns painted on the drum - a sickle in hand and a hammer in fist.
Furusch was naked, with bulging muscles all over his body. He held two red gilt drumsticks in both hands and hammered the drum head with all his strength. Every time the drumsticks fell, the morale of the people around him rose.
The Tzeentch demon lowered his vision and saw that simple horse-resistance stakes had been set up on the edge of the town. Women were struggling to carry building materials to build defense facilities. Children were running around carrying small ammunition bags. The outermost houses in the entire town had already been built. They were connected together to form a simple city wall.
Suddenly, a big hand patted the Tzeentch Demon.
Um? The Daemon of Tzeentch turned back.
It was the mortal who had just cursed himself.
"I have a question, Mr. Sasha (the pseudonym of the demon Tzeentch)."
Boom~~~
"Don't you have something you want to protect to the death?"
Boom~~~
"The town, old people, women, children... have all been destroyed. What's the point of using their corpses to kill the enemy?"
Boom~~~
"Homes are destroyed and populations are depleted. Humanity has experienced it again and again, and it will never, never happen again."
Boom~~~
"We are the strongest people. We will stay here and buy time for the people behind us. Behind us is our homeland. We have no way to retreat."
Boom~~~
“No one says sacrifice has to be meaningful.”
Boom~~~
"But each of us is willing to sacrifice..."
Boom~~~
"There is always someone who can happen by chance... Yes, it can only be said that by chance, his sacrifice can change something, so that future generations can give it meaning."
Boom~~~
"But you run away, Mr. Sa Sa. If you turn around and run towards the town now, you will never have such a slim chance."
Boom~~~
"Think about the legacy of our ancestors, think about us now, and think about the children of future generations who will learn from us and stand here, no, stand further outside, facing the new incoming enemies."
Boom~~~
"Mr. Sa Sa, that will has never dissipated. We must let the incoming enemies understand that they are not fighting against a man in a small town, they are fighting against the entire civilization."
Boom~~~
"Your suggestion may be useful, but that is not our goal. We are not trying to kill all the invading enemies at all costs. We are trying to protect the land behind us at all costs, just like our ancestors."
Boom~~~
"Unite as one, stick to the front, repel the invading enemies, my ancestors bless me!"
Thirteen drums ended, and Volus stopped moving.
The morale of the surrounding mortals increased, and the weapons in their hands became more powerful.
The power of Volus began to gradually overwhelm the Daemons of Tzeentch.
The sky shines brightly, the stars become brighter and brighter, and the light illuminates everyone's face.
The Tzeentch demon finally understood the beliefs of the people here, but it was too late. It would never be able to integrate here.
Then increase the power of the devil!
Like a real demon, attack the town, then leave, and then take the opportunity to blend in while the people of the town clean up the battlefield.
It was a good idea, but when it turned around to look, it was frightened out of its wits.
The sky was getting brighter and brighter, not because of Volus's change of mood.
The bright stars are falling, and each star turns into a ball of flame and hits the world.
The scene of rain falling is very common for Tzeentch Daemons, just a lot of Astartes drop pods landing. If so, by increasing the power of the Tyranids, or by taking action personally, it can level this place with a little effort.
But not.
Those who came down were not the emperor's angels. Those balls of flames fell to the world, landing softly in the middle of the mortal defense line and the small town.
The first person to land was a mortal whose whole body was burning with flames. He seemed to be holding a bottle of good wine. After taking a swig, he raised the big gun in his hand and rushed toward the front line.
What landed next was a shy young man. His whole body was also burning with eternal flames. His chest had been pierced, leaving only a big hole, but he struggled to lift the vehicle-mounted heavy bolter in his hand. Heading towards the front line.
One after another...
"This... what is this... is that one! Is it that one's mortal demon army!" Demon Tzeentch slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the scene in front of him. It could never think about it. Understand why such a thing could appear in the heart of such an ordinary Astartes.
Have you entered the heart of a living saint?
The warriors who were burning with flames, the comrades who died in the real world of Volus, and every heroic mortal warrior that Volus remembered, all appeared here.
The flame army rushed to the front line. The first one to arrive, the guy holding the wine bottle, had long been beyond recognition. His face was covered with large and small gaps, and flames continued to emerge from them. With this attitude, he rushed to the man who had just been talking to the Tzeentch Demon.
He paused gently.
He hugged him boldly.
The flame angel disappeared, and blazing fire erupted from the body of the man who had just been a mortal, almost burning the Tzeentch demon.
More and more flame warriors embraced mortals and disappeared. Holy fire breaks out in more and more mortals.
"The ambition of the world, never to regret, for the sake of the human galaxy, go for it!!!"
The blood is so strong that the flames wash away the world.
The flesh and blood formed a tall city wall, causing the Tyranids to smash into pieces. Ninety-nine transformed enemies were ruthlessly crushed.
The people fighting in the flames stood on the battlefield riddled with holes, arrogantly looking around.
Just when the demon Tzeentch wanted to make a move, these mortals floated up one by one, and then turned into lines of text, flying quickly towards Volus in the center of the town.
Their names hovered in the sky above Volus, and then suddenly fell, surrounding Volus' body, forming a bright red battle armor bit by bit.
Men, women, old people, children, businessmen, students... the whole town flew towards Volus.
The whole town suddenly shattered, like a stone thrown into the mirror, the demon Tzeentch's eyes fluctuated for a while, and then he realized that everything had changed.
There was nothing around, only the endless grassland. It was still dark, but there were no shining stars in the sky, and there was only a single moon hanging in the sky.
"So, who are you?"
The Tzeentch demon suddenly turned around and saw Volus standing in front of it in armor and armor, with the holy flame still burning on his body.
"Hahahahaha~~"
The Tzeentch demon laughed wildly, interesting guy, let's do some boring parts.
A gust of breeze blew by, and the image of the young man Sa Sa disappeared, replaced by a thick cloud of smoke.
The ground under the feet of Demon Tzeentch was gradually polluted, and the light blue gradually began to erode the world. From the ground to the sky, there were faint flashes of thunder in the smoke.
Furushi's body shook slightly, and thousands of troops appeared behind him.
The Atris Imperial Army, the Mortal Auxiliary Army, the Planetary Defense Guard... Countless mortals stood behind Volus, carrying familiar laser guns, holding chain swords picked up on the battlefield, and wiping them Plasma gun.......
"So, how do you want to die?" Fuluoshi's voice contained no emotion at all, but it was filled with endless murderous intent.
"Death, hahaha, I suggest you turn into a cemetery and lie down in a comfortable position."
Even if he is really that candidate for the Immortal Demon Army, I can still fight him twice.
The black smoke rose so high that it threatened to cover the sky. Then, in the core of the smoke, the disgusting creation as thick as pulp gradually changed its shape and turned into a chaotic monster that stood tall on the sky and the earth.
It has a triangle and five tails, ten wings, nine cold claws, and a black face with silver scales.
The sense of oppression it brings to Volus is no less than that of a mortal looking up to an Emperor-class Titan.
The rest of the black mist continues to erode the sky and occupy the heart of Frussia.
In such a situation, the two sides naturally did not say much. For a moment, guns and cannons were fired, lightning and thunder roared, and Volus held his war blade high and rushed towards the enemy, followed closely by the mortal warriors who filled the mountains and seas.
The Chaos Warcraft opened its big mouth, and the thunder in its mouth flashed, condensed into a thunder bead, and was sprayed out towards the army in front of it.
Just when the thunderball was about to hit the ground, its spiritual energy suddenly transformed, and the flashing lightning turned into acid rain and fell to the ground.
The mortals hit by the acid rain fell to the ground one after another, their flesh and blood disappearing, leaving only a dark skeleton.
The skeleton fell to the ground weakly, and after a moment, it moved strangely and attacked other mortals.
Volus shouted loudly, jumped up, waved the war blade in his hand, and slashed at the Tzeentch demon with the purifying flame. Wherever the blade passed, the skin and flesh of the enemy's bodies were all torn apart, like the blazing sun shining on the spring snow, melting away completely.
The Tzeentch demon laughed wildly. It knew very well that this was just the dying struggle of the Astartes. It had seen it many times. If it was just like this, it could still defeat the two possessed warriors outside. Completely corrupt Volus and hide.
On the earth, light blue has corrupted most of the land. The original grasslands have disappeared, replaced by blue flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains.
The flowers swayed in the wind, scattering bursts of pollen. The mortals wrapped in pollen were all insane, lying on the ground laughing, jumping backwards, shooting at their comrades madly, or standing lazily and falling asleep.
The black smoke continued to spread, trying to swallow the entire sky until it touched the moon in the sky.
The bright moon high in the sky shone brightly, and the bright moon suddenly turned into a bright sun. The scorching sun spread across the sky, dispersing the mist in the sky, and then slowly fell, heading straight towards the Chaos Warcraft on the grassland.
Along with the terrifying power of the moon, there is also a crisp scolding voice:
"Niang Xipi, are you the only one to touch my brother?"