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

However, they didn't even have time to grieve for their comrades who had died. Faced with the swarm of insects that was coming from all directions the next moment, they had to immediately engage in battle.

And this situation is considered successful.

As more fighter planes dived into different biological ships, various accidents gradually occurred. Some fighter planes happened to collide with the large swarm of insects in the cabin. The crew had just opened the cabin door and were directly submerged before they could take a step. Some fighter planes simply collided with the hard bones inside the biological ship, and the entire machine was reduced to debris.

Of course, even so, about one-third of the fighter planes successfully delivered the soldiers to various biological ships.

This is much better than slowing down within the air defense network. If you dare to do that, it is likely that not even one-tenth of the fighter planes will survive.

"Prioritize the protection of the accompanying priest."

The heat of burning, the stench of burning, the melting corpse.

Amidst these mixed hellish scenes, just as all the survivors had expected, Zhang Ge's steady voice appeared in their communication channel.

There was no time to mourn, no time even to encourage, the words themselves were as still as stones, without any fluctuation.

But that's exactly what they need.

For this elite group, even if they are indeed in hell, they only need to know what to do.

Soon, with the priest working desperately as the core, tiny positions were established in the surging sea of ​​insects.

These positions, which relied on the limited battle width to hold out for every minute in the endless sea of ​​insects, were extremely fragile. Any mistake could completely destroy them - but as they had done countless times before, with every reload and every aim, as long as they were still alive, their defense did not leave the enemy with the slightest chance of breaking through.

However, even so, as the advanced units in the Zerg gradually appeared, the first torn position appeared.

Just as a loyal soldier wearing power armor and holding a grenade launcher was about to fire his next shot, a solid shell containing countless tiny spores flew out from the darkness.

Its speed was so fast that even with the help of power armor, the loyal soldier was ultimately unable to avoid it.

boom.

Corrosion, micro-explosions, shattered eyepieces.

Immediately afterwards, countless living spores rushed in from every gap and crack in the helmet.

The brain was hit directly, and toxins and spores spread.

Normally, death happens in a split second.

But how can death defeat a will of steel?

this moment.

His finger holding the pull ring moved again, and at this moment the crisp sound of the grenade being fired reached the ears of an angel of pardon beside him.

The former's body was picked up and thrown out by the latter, who understood the meaning in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a violent explosion came from the direction of the throwing, even causing the insect swarm's attack in that direction to pause briefly for a moment.

"I need ten more seconds."

Hearing the explosion, feeling the shock wave and heat, the priest who was constantly collecting and analyzing biomass spoke without turning his head.

ten seconds.

A countdown, a moment of distraction, a conversation.

Now what is being sacrificed is an entire elite team.

Every explosion was closer, and every heat wave meant the loss of a life.

Until the end, the only two surviving Angels of Absolution were fighting beside the priest, swinging their power swords at a speed that left only afterimages, turning the monsters rushing towards them into pieces.

But even he couldn't hold on for long, as a bug that was almost twice his height suddenly appeared from the shadows, and its sharp claws and bone knives finally tore through his power armor.

However, the priest did not disappoint them.

In the ten seconds he gained, he had transmitted the data he had collected to the priests in other positions. In this way, although they sacrificed their lives, the progress they had made before was not lost.

Death, data.

As the progress progressed bit by bit, the positions were lost one by one.

Surrounded by endless swarms of bugs, no one was thinking of withdrawing anymore...or rather, ever since they knew the mission content and still decided to participate in it, no one was thinking of going back anymore.

What will return to the fleet in their place will be the final collected data.