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

Hearing this, he nodded and signaled the captain of the guard to blow the whistle. After the shrill whistle sounded around, the surviving guards returned to the tower under the cover of vehicles.

The Chimeras and the like around were trying their best to use their vehicle-mounted weapons to block the meat carpet and the little demons, but the large number of light beams and heavy bombs hitting it only stirred up blood and minced meat, and could not reduce the speed of it engulfing the tower in the slightest.

After a short while, the guards moving upwards had encountered a large number of little demons before they encountered the meat carpet. A large number of hell gun beams shot out from the muzzles of the front-line soldiers, smashing those disgusting multi-legged monsters that looked like meat balls one by one.

But the soldiers soon discovered that the number of imps pouring out was simply too large, and the shock waves from the attacking grenades could not cause effective damage to them. They could only retreat layer by layer while firing back, using space to buy time.

However, the time they bought was more than enough for Zhang Ge to make arrangements below.

About 150 meters above the ground, rows of incendiary bombs and thermal bombs began to be deployed on the walls of this floor, and several load-bearing parts were given special attention.

Soon, the deployment, which did not take much time, was completed. Through the whistle, while the personnel responsible for the deployment evacuated backwards, the troops above also received the order and quickly evacuated the lower floor before the agreed time.

The time on the watch returned to zero minute by minute until that moment arrived. As the remote-controlled door-breaking bomb attached to the outer wall of the incendiary bomb was activated, a sea of ​​rising fire appeared on that floor.

The high temperature, which was enough to threaten the demon's body, licked the combustible materials piled up around it. The fire spread at an extremely fast speed. The rising flames even shone through the windows and adhered to the outer wall of the tower along with the black smoke.

Under such high temperature, the temperature of the architectural ceramic steel is rapidly increasing and its strength is gradually decreasing.

The collapse occurred until even the melta bombs, which were designed to be as stable as possible, could no longer withstand the flames.

The flashes produced by the molten metal appeared almost simultaneously. After the load-bearing structure collapsed, the giant tower over a thousand meters high let out a long metallic whine, like the groan of a giant whale before its death, which was particularly harsh even in the sound of the endless artillery fire.

Perhaps the giant tower that had stood on this land for hundreds of years slowly tilted to one side in the flames, and gradually accelerated under gravity. Finally, when it hit other buildings, accompanied by another sound and vibration brought by metal shock, most of the tower body became twisted metal wreckage scattered in a straight line.

The large part of the bell tower that was directly dismantled naturally eliminated the possibility of the meat blanket swallowing the entire bell tower, and at the same time also made the height of the remaining tower much lower than the surrounding buildings. Under the shadow of those tall spires, it was difficult for any artillery shells to hit the tower directly unless they attacked the top.

But it was obvious that Chaos did not expect to be able to deal with them with just one round of artillery fire.

Continuous roars were heard from afar, and the cultists, who had no intention of concealing their whereabouts, were pouring in like a tide.

The first to enter the range were a large number of rebellious civilians. These crazy poor creatures had lost most of their thinking. Not to mention asking them to execute tactics, there was not even a certain number of them who could ensure that they could use the weapons in their hands well.

But there are simply too many of them.

So many that even an attack on a small area can easily mobilize thousands of people.

They poured in from the streets and pointed their guns at the windows of the blocks. As soon as the crimson beam tore through one person's body, the one behind him would get back into the shooting position, bathed in his blood.

Even with the Chimera as a heavy firepower supplement, the only place where the situation is slightly better is the relatively open areas. In these areas, heavy bombs can create dozens of piles of minced meat on the ground in just a few seconds, temporarily curbing their crazy charge.

However, with such a large number of people, the enemy's firepower inevitably became increasingly dense, and even with the protection of the armor, casualties on our side began to occur inevitably.

When a guard soldier once again leaned his upper body out of the window to shoot, a laser beam hit his scarred breastplate. This time, the armor, which had reached its limit of endurance, shattered, and the aftermath of the explosion directly dug a horrible hole in his chest.

The friendly forces around him quickly pulled him to the back and the medic took over. This would have been the right decision under normal circumstances, but in this environment, with such a dense warp infection, a large amount of fel energy was pouring into his body through the gap.

The first to start fighting were his internal organs, followed by every bone and muscle. He struggled to speak to alert his allies, but soon found that even his vocal cords were out of control. He could only feel the foreign object gradually taking shape in his body in extreme pain.

However, the sounds made by the other parts of his body struggling and flapping still attracted Zhang Ge's attention.

Zhang Ge turned the gun without hesitation and shot the soldier's head, which had its helmet taken off by the medic, to pieces. Blood mixed with brain matter sprayed on the helmet of the medic who was about to give him first aid.

The man was a little dazed by the sudden change and wiped the mess off his eyepiece. Zhang Ge fired a few more shots at the wound, and seeing that he didn't know how to stay away, he walked up to him and kicked him aside.

He drew the power sword from his waist and slashed at the twisted, disgusting thing as it struggled and overflowed from its wounds. The decomposition function attached to the blade finally brought the corpse to peace.

The surrounding guards, who lacked experience in fighting Chaos, couldn't help but cast their gazes over. Seeing this, Zhang Ge simply reminded them:

"If you see any movement from a fallen comrade, use your gun to end their final suffering. Also, do not leave the bodies lying around. Have a medic carry them to the top and place them in the still-burning fires."

ps: Today's second update

Chapter 87 Disappearance

Although the fallen soldier died horribly, in fact, with the assistance of armored vehicles, the casualties of the guards were kept in single digits when facing a group of rebellious civilians. If the offensive only included these thousands of enemies with little combat effectiveness, it would not be difficult to defend the tower.

But this is not the case.

After using the cannon fodder as a tool to attract attention for a while, heavy weapons were quietly set up in the shadows of the blocks during the exchange of fire between the two sides.

Not far in front of Zhang Ge, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white light flashing in the shadows with the corner of his eye. He subconsciously moved his feet slightly and turned his body to the side.

The next moment, a beam of light carrying high temperature suddenly passed through the place where he had just stood. The air heated by the high-energy laser burned the tip of his nose. The light beam that failed to hit the target and exploded on the top of the layer blew the ceramic steel at the landing point into a ball of gas and splashing molten steel.

This sound seemed to be a signal for the start of the next stage.

The bright light of the heavy bomb lit up from the opposite building. The bomb streaked through the heated air, leaving a faint trail. It smashed the armor of the comrade next to him like crushing a brittle shell. Neither muscles nor bones could delay the drilling steel bullet for even a second. The shock wave from the explosion in his body caused the fragments of internal organs to splash onto the side of his face.

After pulling the trigger to melt the exposed heavy firepower point, he had to retreat to cover and send the last few rounds of energy left in the magazine to his dead companions.

At the same time, part of the laser beam and the heat-melt beam directly bombarded the tower body, creating gaps that could accommodate the lasers and projectiles flying in, and the other part hit the armored vehicles below.

The armor used to defend against conventional weapons was no different from paper in front of the melt beam and laser cannon. Fortunately, the enemy did not have much professional knowledge, and most of the attacks failed to hit the fatal points inside the vehicle.

Inside a Chimera, the driver looked back and found that the weapon operator and the commander had turned into warm liquid and high-temperature steam smeared on the inside of the cabin wall. Flames were coming out of every gap, and the rapidly heating air made him feel like he was in a steamer.

Without hesitation, he drove the car to the bottom of the tower amidst the burning sensation, smashed it with the car body that had almost become scrap metal, blocked an entrance, and then moved to the weapon operation position.

With ten fingers clenched, he pulled the trigger, and the exhausted battery once again delivered energy from an unknown source. Electricity surged through the melted pipes, and the screen of the fire control system, which had been extinguished, lit up. It seemed as if the back of his hand was being slowly wrapped by another pair of hands.

The rotating gears of the turret ring crushed the rolling flames. Although his nerves had been killed by the temperature licking his skin, his palm still began to push the grip little by little, allowing the sight to frame the enemy troops displayed in the fire control system.

It was like a beam of light wrapped in flames, spewing out until his fingertips were singed, until the secondary explosion tore the last piece of the structure apart, and then the flames gradually merged into the disordered firelight.

Above, the number of friendly troops still standing beside Zhang Ge was decreasing.

The elite cultists unknowingly replaced the shooting positions of some rebellious civilians, and the weapons in their hands harvested the lives of surviving soldiers with an accuracy no less than that of the guards.

Although the guards had already noticed this, there were too many enemies coming from all directions. Under the cover of night that enveloped everything, it was impossible to effectively identify which attackers were more accurate.

Even the surface of Dominica's force feedback armor was pitted and covered with scorch marks.

She pulled the trigger of the grenade in her hand with an almost cold and orderly rhythm, not being disturbed by anything. The collar on her neck, which carried the lives of thousands of comrades she had been with day and night, trembled slightly under the recoil of the continuous fire. Only when the magazine was empty would she briefly enter the nearby bunker and change her attack position.

During her shooting, any enemy who tried to snipe her could not make her eyes tremble at all. The light beam hitting the armor would only lead to the subsequent retaliatory bombs. Even if her comrades who were still intact one second ago turned into blood mist the next second, all she did was turn the muzzle of the gun and let the precise bombs hit the exposed heavy firepower point.

Seeing Dominica's abnormal condition, Zhang Ge had to intervene. After using his plasma pistol to shoot down another laser cannon that had grown legs in front of him, he took the time to drag her into the bunker. Through her helmet, amid the sound of bullets and explosions, he loudly asked:

"What are you doing!"

The smallest possible impact area and the largest possible shooting space are the only two things that matter. Her method of shooting while standing in front of the window is tantamount to seeking death.

The muzzle of the overheated gun in her hand drooped slightly, and a hissing sound was heard from the gas released from her neck. She then released her hand from the gun, pulled out the helmet that could no longer provide protection, and suddenly held it in her palm and smashed it against the wall beside her. Under the huge force, the ceramic steel helmet was suddenly shattered, as if venting something.

It's not anger, it's fear.

Zhang Ge realized this, and she did not suddenly change overnight.

Just like that equally powerless night not long ago, more than a decade of experience, more than a decade of daily hard training, and the weaponry that condensed the blood and sweat of countless people, all seemed to be meaningless, meaninglessly shattered into slag in just a few minutes or hours.

It was as if all his life and efforts were just to burn out in a corner that would not produce any effect. He, wearing a helmet and armor, was not the dazzling protagonist in the heroic chronicle, nor even a foil beside him, but just an insignificant fraction in a long list of numbers.

Her fear stemmed from this, from the feeling of powerlessness that even if she tried her best, she could not change the current situation in the slightest, and she was not the only one feeling this way at the moment.

He wrapped himself in apparent coldness, but in fact it was just to cover up the numbness that surfaced due to fear. However, Zhang Ge had no time to comfort anyone. At most, he had time to say a few words.

He simply raised his hand, reached into her messy silver hair and grabbed the side of her face, forcing her to look up and look at him with her numb eyes, then said in a loud voice without concealing her voice:

"Flowers and honor are not something you can buy with your own death. Wrapped in these brocade flowers is hatred and the blood of countless people. Your death will only bring you the ridicule of your enemies. If there is any hope of taking away even one more enemy by living, then you must do everything you can to survive... to atone for your sins, but not with your own death, but with theirs."

Only the last sentence was spoken in a lowered voice, addressed to Dominica alone.

Zhang Ge patted Dominica's face, put the plasma pistol in her hand, and then returned to his position to replace another magazine for the grenade launcher.

ps: This book will definitely take ten or even nine minutes to write. After all, I have always been a cat biscuit reader. Now I have finally reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal and an author who has put books on the shelves. I want to eat Hedgehog Cat's rice.

Chapter 88 Champion

Although the guards tried their best to prevent the enemy from crossing the open area below, after a while, the casualties reached an unbearable level, and Zhang Ge had to order the abandonment of the outer line of defense and let them leave the window.

After a simple headcount, Zhang Ge found that there were no more than 30 people left alive, including seven or eight wounded soldiers who had barely survived because of minor wounds. They had basically lost their ability to move.

The survivors had torn armor and were covered in blood. Some even had one or two guns broken and were using the weapons of their fallen teammates.

The silence lasted for just a few seconds before a wounded soldier spoke first, breaking the silence amidst the sound of gunfire:

"I know a good spot. Move me over there. When they rush over, I can take away at least a dozen of them."

Someone next to him laughed and kicked him in the side:

"You? Your hands are shaking more than after ten shots. Don't cum on your shoes."

"Don't talk nonsense. Don't think I didn't know what you did every day on my upper bunk when we were in military school. No matter what, I'm always farther away than you."

There was no order from Zhang Ge, but several wounded soldiers had already entered their final combat positions with the help of their comrades. The remaining guards also stood or sat casually. Some even took out wrinkled cigarettes from their shells and lit them in their mouths.

In wartime, especially at night, open flames were of course strictly prohibited, but now everyone knew that it didn't matter.

Soon, the enemy's gunfire outside gradually weakened until it became intermittent.

This was not a sign of weakening offensive; on the contrary, it was because they realized that the defenders inside the tower had abandoned the outer layer, so most of the troops were rushing towards the clock tower, leaving only a small number of people to continue suppressing the fire.

In the calm before the storm, several familiar soldiers chatted about the past and laughed from time to time. Some of them looked at the photos in their hands in the light from a position slightly away from the crowd, and then destroyed them.

Only Zhang Ge still had a serious expression. After experiencing many setbacks before, even in this atmosphere, he did not open the champagne in advance, but silently calculated the time for the reinforcements to arrive here.

After checking many times and confirming that even if the noble's troops' wheels spun sparks, they would not be able to catch up, Zhang Ge's expression finally relaxed a little.

It’s a sure thing, how can you lose when Chaos is on your face?

At the bottom of the tower, the armored vehicles that the guards had originally taken to get here had long since turned into wreckage blocking the entrances. These burning scrap metals forced the cultists to climb into the first floor through the windows.

This not only slowed down their troop deployment speed, but also hindered the transportation of heavy weapons.

In the front row, the rebellious civilians who were responsible for clearing the way physically rushed upwards impatiently, which naturally triggered the booby traps and landmines that were either set up or left behind by the guards.

The explosions sent shrapnel and shock waves that carried away several or even dozens of enemies, their broken limbs and blood splattering everywhere.

But the remaining rebellious civilians seemed to not care at all. In the next second, they rushed past their bodies and triggered another trap not far away.

Such sounds naturally soon reached the upper levels, and the guards ended their short rest time one after another.

Zhang Ge didn't say anything empty like reinforcements would arrive soon. They were all professionally trained soldiers and not fools. Instead, he gave a simple order:

"Get into a defensive position. It looks like this is our grave. However, those who arrive later will let them, and more traitors, be buried with us."

After saying this, seeing that the enemy had not yet rushed up, Zhang Ge added:

"Go down and squat on me. Remember to go up one by one."

Soon after, the group of rebellious civilians used as cannon fodder had almost all poured into the tower, and the second group of cultists began to cross the open space.

It was at this moment that the wounded soldiers who had been waiting in various dark corners for a long time pulled the triggers one after another. Although the cultists remained vigilant, the speed of the laser weapons' rays was simply not something they could react to whether they were vigilant or not.

The light-speed beam that has been launched is so powerful that not only the cultists but even a Space Marine would not be able to escape it.

Perhaps someone could dodge the moment the muzzle flashed, but only a few could do that.

As the Hell Gun rays spread out relentlessly, their reinforced bodies still fell like swept reeds, and the evaporating gas ignited by the laser was wrapped in flames, lighting up the bodies of the cultists.

Although the subsequent counterattack quickly turned several wounded soldiers into corpses, their role had been maximized.

The second group of cultists attempting to enter the tower became disjointed due to the sudden casualties.

Some of the cultists, angry about being attacked, rushed towards the tower regardless of the consequences, but others, not knowing whether there were other ambushes, decided to preserve their strength and let the rebellious civilians explore again.

Anyway, they now have an absolute advantage, so it doesn't matter if they spend a little more time.

Inside the tower, two rounds of attacks led by rebellious civilians failed to break through the entrance to the floor defended by the guards. The Hell Gun was not only far more powerful than the laser gun, but it was also a noble fully automatic weapon, which exerted extremely strong suppressive power in close combat, not to mention Zhang Ge squatting there with a grenade launcher.

Before others could react, most of the unarmored rebels who rushed up had been killed by the grenade launcher in Zhang Ge's hand.

The explosive bombs with steel-drilling bullets could easily penetrate an entire row of enemies, and most of the rebels killed by Zhang Ge's explosive bombs fell directly under the first bullet, without even the chance to struggle and waste the second bullet.

Fortunately, looking at his limited ammunition, Zhang Ge felt that this stalemate should not last too long. Moreover, it was almost time for the other cultists to rush up in the second wave, so it would not have any impact on the overall situation.

Just as he was thinking this, a subtle and blasphemous voice came from outside the blind spot at the corner of the entrance:

"Defenders within, if you surrender, we can share in the joy... If you are unwilling, there is another way. You can choose a champion to duel with our people. Under the witness of the true God, the winner can escape safely by himself or others."

As the true God testifies, unless it is some blue smart guy, these four words are still very valuable.

However, if you think about it carefully, you will find that this duel is a complete loss. Generally, the strong ones among mortals are commanders, and the Chaos side can just send out a Puff whose mind is filled with killing.

Even if they lose, they can at least reduce the combat power of one person. After reducing it to a certain extent, they can just kill the rest. Could it be that a mortal army can specially select a company champion who is responsible for a one-on-one duel to kill more than 20 of them in a row?