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

Just as Zhang Ge was shaking his head and laughing at their good calculations, he suddenly realized something.

Beside her, Isis, who had been silent because she had no long-range weapon, stood up excitedly.

I am super, and my team is the champion.

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Chapter 89 Standing before you is...

Isis, wearing a suit of plate armor, was able to barely keep up with the Chaos Space Marines' speed and even delayed them for a move. To be honest, with this level of skill, if she were to be placed on some ordinary feudal world and organize a planetary-scale competition, she would probably be at least in the top ten.

Even veterans of the Astra Militarum, without special modifications, would likely die inexplicably without even being able to react when approached by a Space Marine. After all, no matter how experienced they were, the upper limit of human talent was there. The Astra Militarum was the elite among the elite, but not everyone was a top genius.

On the Chaos side, the cult leader nodded in satisfaction after hearing someone inside accept the challenge.

In the previous fight, the cultists have basically figured out the details of this army. Although they are well-equipped, their combat skills are at best at the level of top PDFs or noble guards. If it weren't for the krypton gold suits, they couldn't even match the ordinary Star Army.

At best, they are just a bunch of frogs in the well. What kind of stuff can they produce? Battle nuns or veterans who take the lead of the army?

Even if there are, they can be crushed to death in a round-the-clock battle, and the remaining people will still be dead.

What's more, if they leave a few of them with a breath left to torture, and those who have been guaranteed to be safe cannot help but attack them, then it will not be them who are actively violating the agreement.

Thinking of this, the cult leader couldn't help but burst out laughing. He patted a cultist beside him whose entire right arm had transformed into a crooked clamp and said:

"Go and offer their heads to the true God."

This believer was a head taller than everyone around him, and the abnormality of his body was proof of his special favor, and the dozens of battles he had experienced also proved that he lived up to this favor.

He had personally taken the lives of more than twenty or thirty enemies, including several Astra Militarum soldiers.

But as he turned the corner, his originally frantic battle cry slowed down.

The person who appeared in his sight was not the exhausted and scarred veteran he had imagined.

A nearly two-meter-tall giant in plate armor, completely different from the surrounding style, stood quietly in front of the position, as if he was a character who suddenly jumped out of a storybook.

Its scales were covered in dried blood, and around its waist was a large circle of ears, taken as trophies. There seemed to be at least twenty or thirty pairs of them, and judging by their freshness, it was likely that they had been taken down only a few hours ago.

After seeing this believer come out, the look from under his helmet visor seemed to carry a hint of disappointment, but even so, he still introduced himself in a muffled voice:

"Since this is a life-or-death duel, let me introduce myself."

He thought for a moment, as if recalling something, and then said after a while:

"Rydia, Thousand Winner, Competitive Golden Flower, Champion Knight, Golden Spike Swordsman..."

After introducing a long list of titles, he seemed to feel a little bored. After all, no matter how impressive these titles were, they were just the names given to him by people from his hometown. Didn't you see that he was easily defeated twice in a row not long after he arrived here?

This means that there are many powerful people out there. In front of them, you are at best an insignificant beginner. No matter how many titles you have, if you don’t have the corresponding strength, you will only be a laughing stock.

So he ended his momentum:

"...But you can just call me by my name, Isis. Next, it's your turn."

The believers fell silent, and for a moment the momentum they had been building up seemed to lose its momentum.

Chosen by God? I'm not even close to that level. And why do these boastful words sound so bland when spoken by him?

That's not right. The key point is, let me go? Me?

It’s not that I’m afraid of death, but there are obviously better solutions to dealing with a group of dying people.

The believer turned around and cast a pleading look at the leader behind him. The latter couldn't see Isis's expression and encouraged her with disdain:

"He's just a country bumpkin from nowhere. Go ahead."

The cultist looked at the enemy again, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"You are a dying man, you have no right to know my name!"

Then he took the initiative, pushed off the ground and rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, arriving in front of Isis in just a moment.

But facing the aggressive cultist, Isis only stepped back a little, narrowly avoiding the opponent's attack, and then raised her sword while the remaining strength was still there.

The sword tore open the connection between the cultist's clamp and the shoulder in the blink of an eye, so easily that even Isis herself was a little confused.

He had lost miserably in two one-on-one duels, and subconsciously thought that the enemy who dared to take the initiative to propose such a thing must be no worse than him. So although the opponent was not good-looking, Isis was actually prepared for a tough battle.

The flow of his thoughts did not affect his second sword swing. This time, the sword blade only cut off the enemy's outstretched hand when he turned back to defend himself.

To Isis, the half-human monster opposite was only effective in the first attack. The subsequent attacks were mad and chaotic, with no rules or strategies, and posed no threat at all.

Why would they send someone like this to lead the charge?

Oh, I see. I've heard Zhang Ge say before that these human-like creatures are the most despicable alien species. I guess they wouldn't mind using some tricks even in a duel of honor. These must be cannon fodder sent out to weaken their physical strength.

The big one is yet to come.

With this thought in mind, Isis fought in a way that conserved his energy as much as possible, but even so, when he cut off the head of the fifteenth enemy, he inevitably began to gasp for breath.

They have such strong vitality that even if half of their necks are cut off, they cannot fall down. The only way to cause a fatal injury is to forcibly chop their hard spines and cut off their heads.

If another dozen or so come, he'll start to get tired, and fatigue is the beginning of failure. These villains are really cunning... However, sacrificing my life to ensure the safety of others can be called an honorable death.

Facing Zhang Ge's gaze, Isis returned him with a firm look.

However, as the sound of breaking air came from outside the tower, their delusion of death was shattered.

Zhang Ge calculated that even if the wheels of the reinforcements spun sparks, they would not be able to catch up, but he did not think of anything that was much faster than wheels.

Six Valkyries flew close to the tops of the buildings, leaving trails across the sky. In most war zones, the Hive City had air superiority, and if it weren't for specialized air defense weapons, most ground-to-ground equipment wouldn't even be able to detect them on radar.

It just so happened that the previous defense zone with a large number of air defense equipment had just been penetrated, and the enemy's air defense had not had time to adjust, so a loophole appeared.

This means that if the Valkyries do not need to attack specific targets and only consider breakthroughs, they can fly at ultra-low altitudes, using buildings as obstacles to avoid direct attacks.

These six Valkyries came from the nobleman mentioned above. If you have a good memory, you will remember that they were used to transport paratroopers to the bridgehead at that time.

One Valkyrie was enough to carry twelve paratroopers, a total of more than seventy well-equipped soldiers dropped from the sky wearing gravity parachutes, and a large number of them, led by a girl in a long skirt, directly crashed into the tower window.

But these Valkyries do much more than that.

As they shifted to hovering, the weapons on both sides of their fuselage slowly aimed at the enemy below.

The rocket pod spewed out countless flames, and rockets rained down like rain. The high-rate multi-barrel laser began to harvest any enemy troops that exposed their positions with extremely high efficiency.

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Chapter 90: Xiao Deng, I wish you this day every year

When the rockets, trailing flames, landed in front of the building, their warheads suddenly exploded, turning into countless small sub-bombs. A large number of spheres sensitive to the explosions kicked up large pieces of debris, and the unexploded parts were scattered everywhere, forming a deadly trap that was ready to explode at any time.

The cluster warheads designed specifically for unarmored targets turned the entire window area into a death zone.

Although the cultists have strong vitality, given the level of their gifts, even if it is not fatal, if their muscles are cut off, they will still be cut off and will no longer be able to support their bodies. They can only lose their ability to move in vain or even wait for a slow death.

Each Valkyrie can fire dozens of rockets, which is almost equivalent to a salvo of dozens of artillery pieces. The sound of explosions is as continuous as the sound of raindrops falling.

Even the cultists still in the protection of the buildings suffered heavy losses, let alone those troops who were crossing the open area? Pieces of tossed-over limbs and arms piled up like carpets.

The other remaining survivors also found it difficult to organize resistance. The Valkyries' multi-barreled laser cannons and heavy bombs accurately hit the heavy weapons and enemy infantry who tried to counterattack. Not to mention that the fighter planes at high altitudes were difficult to hit, even if a laser cannon hit them by chance, it would not be a big deal.

Because the Valkyrie fighters are extremely armored, they are basically flying Leman Russ. Even if they break through by force, they are enough to pass through the areas with the most intensive firepower and deliver the carriers to the target battlefield.

Their more famous uses on this planet are a good reflection of this point. One is to carry storm troopers to attack the Eldar, and the other is to rush into the orcs' Gu Juji and throw the troops on to jump on board.

The Empire's own atmospheric fighters also mostly use twin-mounted laser cannons as their most basic weapons. For these behemoths that need to use armor to withstand multiple re-entries into the atmosphere, the dozen or so small-caliber laser cannons that the cultists below can drag over are just small awls for scraping.

As for the duel taking place inside the layer, it was of course interrupted by the arrival of reinforcements. Dozens of paratroopers activated gravity parachutes and crashed into the window, launching a surprise attack on the enemy with hell guns in hand, and the situation was instantly reversed.

The Chaos' high-level combat forces had already been decimated by ISIS, and were now being surrounded and intercepted on multiple levels at the same time. The rebellious civilians fell under the muzzles of Hell's guns like wheat being cut. The remaining cultists could only gather together and retreat, but with no external support rushing in, this was only delaying their death.

But soon even this struggle became meaningless. After confirming that the threats below were basically cleared, two Valkyries slowly descended vertically, accompanied by a noisy and oppressive jet sound, and began to use multi-barrel laser cannons to sweep the survivors layer by layer with their headlights.

Any shelter was penetrated like a piece of paper, and the already difficult situation turned into a disastrous defeat. The airborne troops and the guards who launched the counterattack advanced together. Under the cover of the Valkyries, they finally blocked the remaining cultists in the corridor connecting the two levels.

Obviously, the paratroopers deployed on the battlefield had no intention of observing martial ethics, just like their style in previous battles. They stopped Zhang Ge and ISIS who were anxiously planning to force their way in, and began to pour incendiary bombs and poison gas bombs into the battlefield one by one. The oxygen content and poison gas content were rapidly decreasing and increasing respectively.

However, the cultists inside did not wait until they were poisoned to death, because the combustible dust contained in the poison gas quickly reached the concentration required for a dust explosion. The explosion was so violent that it directly broke open the ceramic and steel partition doors several meters away and tore these trapped beasts into pieces.

As the battle entered its final stage, the noble girl who had changed into a long dress walked over to Zhang Ge, meeting his "grateful" gaze.

Zhang Ge looked at her psychic abilities that seemed to have recovered, and secretly complained:

It recovered so quickly. It seems that some people look bright and beautiful on the surface, but secretly they have to defecate countless times in order to excrete the black stone particles they have eaten. God, may you have this day every year.

However, she obviously didn't know what Zhang Ge was thinking at the moment. She casually made a gun flower, shook off the blood on the shortened spear, and said:

"As agreed, I'm here to provide support. Follow-up troops are on the way, but the enemy will surely notice such a large-scale mobilization."

In other words, the next counterattack will not be as small-scale as this. Of course, the opponent may also choose to directly form a new line of defense on the spot.

However, these are not problems at all.

Zhang Ge rubbed his head in distress.

Chaos could not hide the original plan of transferring troops from the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment. The original intention was to break through the enemy's defense line head-on. Now Chaos only had a few dozen minutes more reaction time at most, but what he had gained was a basically fully equipped PDF corps.

What was the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment like? Even if it was purely infantry, it was filled with "former" PDF veterans and "former" Skitarii. Moreover, during the time he was unconscious, the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment had no idea how much mechanized equipment it had obtained.

This is also why he had the confidence to choose this plan, because if the Chaos side did not send the elite front-line troops to support, the 1st Mechanized Infantry Regiment would really have the possibility of breaking through this section of the Chaos defense line, and it would not be considered seeking death.

What's more, there are so many more people now. Xiao Deng's troops include Valkyries and those wearing force feedback armor. It is estimated that the basic infantry is not much worse. Zhang Ge only feels that the future is suddenly as dark as the night.

"I...thank you so much."

Gnashing his teeth, Zhang Ge sincerely shook the hand of the noble girl in front of him, expressing his gratitude. This made the girl opposite, who had some PTSD from Zhang Ge's close proximity, tremble all over:

"Well, there's no need to say that. As long as we abide by the agreement, everything will be fine."

Before the two of them could finish their conversation, the shockwaves from a burst of enemy artillery fire rippled through the surrounding area. Fortunately, this time the tower was much lower than the surrounding buildings, and the shells did not directly hit the bell tower. Apart from some tinnitus caused by the shock wave, the round of artillery fire did not cause any substantial casualties.

It seems that the enemy has reacted.

However, the enemy artillery does not need to worry about this for the time being, because the friendly artillery that has reinforced the firing position immediately launched a counter-artillery attack based on its ballistic data.

During the salvo, a large number of shells poured down to the ground, and several Chaos Howitzers that were temporarily deployed were torn to pieces in the flames.

Obviously, these enemy artillerymen proved with their lives that exposing a small force to corps-level support firepower was not a good option.

The tide surges, forces from all sides gather here, and more and more attention is cast here.

During the previous troop movements, other commanders saw a large number of breakthrough troops being deployed to this key position and quickly realized its strategic position. They all launched counterattacks at the same time, thereby delaying the Chaos troops in various parts as much as possible to slow down their troop movement.

It seems that the situation is reversing.

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Chapter 91: Offense and Defense Change Form, Now is My Turn

After the explosion, the air flowing back in brought in a batch of oxygen that helped combustion, which saved the trouble of whipping the corpse after the war.

When the paratroopers took over the defense line, the Guard's mission was finally over. After collecting the bodies and simple preparations, the Guard soldiers who had been fighting intensively until now were sent to a Valkyrie and transported to the rear.

It’s not that they don’t want to stay, but objectively speaking, this rotation is necessary unless they are treated as disposable items.

They had not undergone the screening and training like the Astra Militarum, and this was basically the first time they faced a Chaos invasion of this scale. Although they might not have noticed it themselves, the infection of the Warp had certainly entangled them to some extent.

This infection can be cleared at its current surface level, but once it penetrates deep into the body, the cost of eradicating it completely will be too great, possibly even greater than their lives, so a direct shot becomes a more realistic option.

However, although the number of troops left in the clock tower was even smaller than the initial guards, with the support of the regiment's artillery and five Valkyries, the Chaos remnants' several attacks failed to shake the defense line.

After leaving behind hundreds of corpses in vain, the enemy commander finally had to admit that he could not take down the clock tower with his existing forces and withdrew.

Once we retreat, we will lose the chance to fight back a second time.

The second batch of reinforcements was somewhat unexpected - they were the Mechanicus vanguards who flew in on Archaeopteryx and directly broke through the air defense network.

The twelve crimson fighters were all injured, but the extremely precise formation changes and the excellent performance of their own bodies meant that the fighters did not suffer any losses. The damage to each fighter was basically equal and remained above the safety level.

When these somewhat unfamiliar fighter planes flew over, the Valkyries panicked for a while. After all, Chaos had already smashed in before the two sides had time to identify their friendly forces. From the appearance, these big red planes were close to the Chaos side's paint under the pink night sky.

Fortunately, the Mechanicus fleet reacted quickly and projected a binary code using holographic projection. After the Valkyrie transcribed it to the pilot, the misunderstanding between the two sides was resolved.