As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

At this moment, he answered these questions with his new attitude.

At the front of the ship, on both sides of the ram, two volcanic cannons removed from the Shadow Sword protruded forward like spears, and further back, the various super-heavy tank main guns stacked on top of the ship were enough to form a company.

That's right, during her free time, Yolanda transported the landship to the location where Olivia had destroyed the enemy's super-heavy tank unit. After dismantling, repairing, cleaning and modifying it, she removed all the heavy artillery that could still be used and stuffed them into the ship's hull which still had a lot of modification redundancy.

However, after this brand new land-ship was halfway launched, Zhang Ge realized that he had underestimated Yolanda's ability to do things.

Four triple-mounted 457.2mm caliber turrets are quietly located one in front and one behind the other on the central axis of the ship.

If anyone still has an impression of this caliber - yes, this is exactly the anti-aircraft macro cannon that the Akaolan Mechanicus wanted to give to Zhang Ge when he just evacuated Akaolan.

But now it is not just one gun, but all twelve guns, and they have even been modified into a triple-mounted configuration.

As Zhang Ge asked, "I just went out for a while and took a few naps, what did you guys do?", the sandworm lander crushed the fragile ground, leaving wide track marks, and finally stopped beside the nearby transport ship.

Even though this transport ship can directly carry six Titans, it is still a bit difficult to fit a 600-meter-long land ship into it, so the sandworm will be transported by mounting it on the abdomen.

False Sage: He holds a Mecha Axe and has an ordinary appearance.

A true sage: Use a wrench to rub a land battleship, then stand on the deck and declare that the ram in front is his own Mecha Axe.

...It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t affect anything.

This battle should be mainly based on airdrops. The transport ship we were on before had a relatively strong gravity generator, so it could airdrop land ships, but this one can't have one as well, right?

Although it looks very strong... and probably is actually very strong, but to put it another way, as long as it cannot be used, it is almost equal to zero.

After trying hard to convince himself with this reason, and seeing that there should be no other masters around, Zhang Ge finally put his heart at ease a little and turned back to the Valkyrie.

They are all small deaths, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t affect my pursuit of death.

With this thought in mind, the Valkyrie quickly carried the group into the transport ship's hangar.

external.

Soon after, the vertical nozzles distributed throughout the ship began to ignite in the surging energy tide, and countless powerful jets slammed into the ground with a glare that was enough to blind people. In the reflection of the red-orange liquid metal that melted in an instant under the high temperature, the hull of the transport ship finally began to rise into the air.

After leaving the ground for a distance, the transport ship moved horizontally for a short distance, and after sucking the land ship under its belly, it finally flew into the clouds with the full operation of the main nozzle.

It's like a star rising into the sky, but this star is not alone.

In addition to the assembly site that Zhang Ge saw with his naked eyes, there were several assembly points for transporting PDFs. They were recruited from areas influenced by the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment. Their number was twice that of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment. Although they were basically composed of infantry, they were well-trained and had good individual equipment, which was more than enough to fill the front line.

In addition to several transport ships and small armed ships, there are also several inconspicuous highlights - those are the Stormbird transport boats from the Spirit of Vengeance.

These behemoths from the Great Crusade era are capable of carrying half a Space Marine company at a time. They are also aerial fortresses equipped with void shields and a large amount of light and heavy firepower. They can withstand enemy anti-aircraft fire while clearing large landing areas... However, even more dangerous than these giant ships themselves are the countless cold giants neatly lined up in their bellies.

Almost all of Zhang Ge's troops were dispatched for this special mission.

This group of people are not only well-equipped and battle-hardened, but after the battle on the outer wall of the Dead Forest Zone, they have developed almost blind trust in their leader.

With a force of 200,000 people, the situation on the battlefield of tens of millions of people was reversed. Although the soldiers did not know how it seemed to outsiders, for them, this achievement was enough to make Zhang Ge comparable to the legends sung in the history books of their respective planets.

Not to mention everything else that happened after that?

In this pitch-black universe, compared to the Hell Guns in their hands and the Carapace Armor they wear, the burning will of the First Mechanized Infantry Regiment at this moment may be the most difficult thing to obtain.

Soon, the group of small ships forming the formation rose into low-Earth orbit.

Below them, the metallic continent called the Dead Forest Section was clearly visible, and as they gradually approached the target location, the blurred surface quickly became clear again as the altitude decreased.

However, what is different from before is that compared to the depressed but relatively stable scene in the unoccupied areas, the areas plagued by demons have turned into a hell on earth.

As if infected by the purest malice, except for a few aristocratic fortresses that were still resisting, everywhere within sight had completely transformed into overlapping curtains of red and black.

Burned out ashes flew everywhere, dried and coagulated blood was scarlet, and only the occasional shrill screams and short bursts of laser guns could prove that this was still a human world.

Of course, all this was just a slightly perverted drama isolated from a certain noble.

Guarding several death-strike missiles in the deepest part of the fortress, this noble successfully made even the Chaos Demon Army temporarily unwilling to bite this hard-shelled mine that could break their teeth at any time.

As for the protective duties that the nobles were supposed to fulfill?

Haha, just tell the court. No one will really believe it, right?

The most threatening moment for these death missiles is when they have not yet been launched. As long as they exist, this fortress will always be a harder nut to crack than any other.

However, the nobleman who thought he could defend the fortress until he died of old age did not know what his private soldiers would face in the near future.

Chapter 248: Breaking through the bunker, the oppression of the sworn criminals, and the rain of fire

As the fleet carrying Zhang Ge and his party gradually descended from the sky, the demons began to become unprecedentedly agitated.

Although the aura of the strongest Perveti is extremely difficult to detect, the sworn criminals are too lazy to conceal their presence without orders.

This smell, which was in conflict with the evil energy of the Warp, directly caused the nearby demon army to suddenly become countless times more active. Either out of fear, anxiety, or excitement, they began to flee or redouble their attacks on the fortress they were besieging.

Due to the width of the battle line, the situation of the normal fortress did not deteriorate too much, but the noble who possessed the death direct missile was in a miserable state.

During the long-term confrontation relying on direct death strikes, his private army's vigilance obviously declined - after all, the positions outside were filled with the erosion of the subspace. Not to mention external vigilance, even shooting at the edge of the fortress might gradually be contaminated. If there was no need to fight to the death, who would be willing to soak in the filth?

At the beginning, with the suppression from the officers, the soldiers would still pretend to obey, but later, as more and more officers joined the doomsday carnival and they realized that the nobles would not come up to check at all, the lower-level soldiers were too lazy to even go through with this perfunctory behavior.

How many throne coins does it cost a month to work so hard for a noble master? Maybe the leftovers I ate yesterday even contained the eyeballs of my wife and daughter.

In this kind of atmosphere and alert level, the consequences of being suddenly attacked by a joint attack of demons, cultists and Chaos Space Marines... are self-evident.

The assault was led by a Slaanesh veteran who had served the warband since the Great Crusade. Of course, this was not out of willingness, but simply because he could not defeat his superiors - although his superiors were aware of this, after all, he was experienced and would still be used for important missions.

At this moment, he was standing on top of a ruined building, looking down at the bunker entrance below.

1118, 1119, 1120.

I counted silently in my mind and 120 seconds passed.

If nothing unexpected happens, a Terminator teleported to the Deathstrike storage room should have taken control of the room and completed the corruption, preventing the missiles from being remotely or self-destructed.

That idiot didn't even know that the people he brought into the bunker were succubi. He knew the entire bunker clearly, from its structure to its spatial coordinates. He actually dared to think that they didn't dare to touch him, but it was just not the time to kill them... Now that Abaddon has escaped, after using these missiles to send some surprises to this planet, it's about time for them to leave.

With this thought in mind, the veteran had already arrived at the entrance of the bunker. The positions that should have been deployed here were empty, and the automatic turrets that had been silent for a long time had been dead for a long time.

It's useless... It's so disgusting that he doesn't even have the chance to demonstrate his perfect skills.

A large number of melta bombs were quickly deployed around the entrance door, which was plated with adamantium and had a main body made of heavy ceramite.

Normally, the impoverished Chaos warbands would not be so wasteful, but thanks to the nobles' decisive abandonment of PDF, a large number of defense gaps were created. Many equipment and ammunition that should have been blown up were seized by the infiltrating Chaos troops before they were destroyed, allowing each warband to enjoy the feeling of wealth, and even squandered them until now.

"Let's do it."

boom.

At the moment when countless thermite bombs exploded, the high temperature and fragments flew everywhere, and a large number of Slaanesh demon troops rushed in impatiently.

They were enjoying the pleasure of the high temperature burning their skin, and also enjoying the purest astonishment and fear of the enemy at the moment the explosion began.

As for how many demons were blown to death because they rushed in too early?

Isn't that a common thing? Not worth mentioning.

As the best at dancing on the edge of a blade, the Slaanesh veteran naturally rushed to the first echelon and was the first to crush the enemy's head.

With his superhuman reaction and information processing ability, he could clearly recall the other person's fear when he saw him over and over again while crushing his skull.

Oh, he deliberately slowed down the speed, otherwise the other party would not even be able to see it.

However, they are just mortals after all, and they are not very delicious.

He threw the twisted corpse against the wall like garbage. At this moment, the entire infantry platoon that was originally stationed at the door had been turned into bloody decorations smeared everywhere by the rampage of the influx of demons.

As they continued to go deeper into the bunker, the resistance of those ants seemed a little ridiculous. They were obviously private soldiers of the nobles, but they were not even equipped with laser guns. Although the firepower of the automatic guns was more intensive, under the huge momentum, the bullets could not even wipe off the paint on the power armor.

Just when he was feeling a little bored and was about to return to the surface, he felt a disgusting smell on the path that should have been clear.

This smell was even stronger than those screaming nuns... The last time he met those people, he remembered that they cut off the heads of a pair of twins and hung them around their waists, using magic to make them live and continuously praise the Chaos Gods.

So, what's the best way to play this time?

The Slaanesh veterans didn't care whether they could win or not. At this moment, it couldn't be called a problem at all.

Just as he deliberately increased the weight of his footsteps, letting his heavy steps echo in the closed corridor, creating an atmosphere of cat playing with mouse, what responded to him was not fear, but a quiet and hoarse prayer.

Pray, pray?

Haha, if that mummy really had the ability to protect you, how could this country become what it is today.

The sounds of footsteps and prayers mixed together in the corridor, which was a bit crowded for Space Marines.

It was not until he turned a corner not far in front of the Slaanesh veteran that the source of the prayer finally appeared in his sight.

Is that a Space Marine?

But it doesn't look like it. Why is the armor so rotten?

Forget it. Although I didn't notice the relevant characteristics before for some reason, now that I see it's a Space Marine, I'd better take it seriously.

The Slaanesh veteran was just about to draw his sword in a more graceful posture, but his instinct sent him a sharp pain like a needle prick. He was so frightened that he ignored his original plan and blocked the attack in the direction of danger as quickly as possible.

boom.

Under the huge force, the Slaanesh veteran was knocked back several steps because the magnetic function of the power armor had long been ineffective.

Fast, too fast.

It's not like he hasn't killed so-called Primaris Space Marines before, but the Decayed Space Marine in front of him completely suppressed him with just a single swing of his sword.

The speed at which the two swords were swung was already an afterimage for ordinary people. The walls of the narrow corridor were cut into flying pieces by the blades, and from time to time pipes were smashed and gas was ejected with a loud noise.

There was no way to break free from this rhythm. Even resisting had exhausted all his strength. Even escaping was impossible. If he was distracted for even a moment, his head would be chopped off without mercy.

Such power...such skill...

But when the Slaanesh veteran was about to open his mouth to praise the other party, a sudden sense of strangeness made him realize that he could no longer make a sound.

What's falling down is... your own body?

After realizing this, he fixed his eyes on the Space Marine.

He was strong, but not too strong. The countless demons he brought with him were enough to bury him with him...

However, just as this old Slaanesh soldier was thinking this.

Outside, the sky was already raining fire.

Chapter 249: The fall of the bunker, the change of combat objectives, the center blossoms, and starts!

Turn back time a little bit.

In the clouds, several Stormbirds serving as advancers crashed into the ground despite the enemy's anti-aircraft fire.

The new recruit was still firing when he saw the void shield ripples on the opposite transport plane, and the veteran was already running away when he recognized the model of that thing.

Stormbirds, a product of the Great Crusade, have long been extremely rare in 42K. Their production was essentially discontinued after being replaced by Thunderhawks, yet now several of them have reappeared... Who knows what's behind them? Who knows what could possibly fit inside them?

You might be shot down by the Storm Bird, but the next second, dozens of blood-mad men carrying gravity parachutes will jump out of its smoking transport cabin and fly straight towards your position.

Those who are still staying on this planet to fight are basically doing it for blessings or for fun. Being pinned to the ground and beaten by dozens of old guys is obviously not one of these situations.

Of course, there were some Slaanesh believers who fought even harder, expecting dozens of strong men to pin them to the ground, insult them, and beat them up - however, their hail of bullets did not pose any real threat to the Stormbirds who took turns to cover each other.

Without even bothering with the air defense positions in the area, the fighter formation flew to the target surface entrance in the shortest straight line with the whistling wind, and easily cleared out the remaining enemies who not only did not flee but also dared to fight back at them with their onboard firepower.

When the large-caliber laser cannon swept past, even the Chaos Space Marines could only blend into the melted and shiny land below, turning into a viscous liquid that made no distinction between you and me... or even gas.

Yes, the "demons that could pile up that man to death" imagined by the Slaanesh veterans no longer existed before the first wave of landing.

What's more, he is far from being alone.

A large number of angels of forgiveness and sinners jumped out of the storm birds and crashed onto the burning land.

At this moment, if there were other surviving veterans of the Great Crusade looking at this place, they would probably have a vision going back ten thousand years in an instant.

Because the Angels of Pardon were now wearing expedition-type power armor pulled from the Spirit of Vengeance. Although the performance of this power armor might not be comparable to the current equipment, it was at least better than the poorly maintained and tattered ones the Angels of Pardon had worn before. Secondly, it was much easier to disguise their identities than changing the paint job.

Before, Zhang Ge was unable to think clearly when he was on the Spirit of Vengeance, but when he came to the ground and handed over the logistical matters to Endymion, the latter immediately put the change of clothes into practice. After several transport ships went back and forth, all the angels of pardon had put on the real ten thousand year old armor.

No, according to the passage of time, it should be 20,000 years, but 10,000 of them are in reverse.

While these Space Marines were clearing the bunker without distinguishing between Chaos and noble private armies, the Terminator veteran who was supposed to have captured the Death Strike Missile was unable to complete his mission.

In order to test the pet, Zhang Ge used a landing capsule to drop the Eldar pet into low-Earth orbit before the fleet began to lower its altitude, and gave her a mission to scout the bunker... Zhang Ge said so, but how could the Eldar pet, who was eager to show off, just follow this?