118. Galasper (Part 2)
The planetary defenses roared, the artillery trembled, and bright flames burst through the sky.
Billions of ammunition exploded like beans on the front fire ship. They screamed and fell to the ground, exploding in the turbid earth.
Now, the last defense in front of the Fourth Knight has disappeared.
The blade has been unsheathed, sharp and deadly, but also fragile and easy to break.
The main cannon of the planet on the opposite side is still attacking, which is doomed to be a futile act.
The originally turbid and dark atmosphere of Galaspa was burning, and a dull orange-red light shone behind the thick clouds.
The lumpy clouds trembled, swirling from hurricane force into a vast gray-white vortex.
The atmosphere screams.
Outside the nest, on the wasteland, the scavenging crowd raised their heads in panic, staring at the burning sky in amazement.
The bricklayer stood by the sinkhole blankly, looking at everything he couldn't understand.
With his extraordinary eyesight, he saw -
"Over there!"
He raised his hand and pointed at the swirling swirling clouds, toxic mud dripping from his protective suit.
Above the main hive, a sharp behemoth revealed its corner.
Up there, a silver-white six-thorned skull was looking at them without sadness or joy.
Death is coming, and fear grips everyone's heart.
The sound pierced the air with a sharp scream, and the fire screamed and tore at the Fourth Knight.
Inside the ship, it was as quiet as night.
"Take us in before the enemy fully reacts." A
sighing voice spoke, breaking the silence.
"The engine is full."
They sped through the burning atmosphere and fell towards the filthy earth.
"Contact the fleet,"
Mortarion said.
"Start to retreat, get out of the artillery range of this planet."
The Death Guard fleet could not last long under the artillery fire of Galaspar Prime.
"The enemy ships will follow soon. Eat them, and then wait for my signal to return."
Unless the Garaspa cannon is disabled, the Death Guard's capital ship cannot get closer.
If they can't get closer, there will be no victory.
Everyone will die.
Mortarion took a deep breath, and the hand on the Scythe of Nirvana loosened and tightened, making a crackling sound.
This was his first battle, this was the Death Guard's first battle.
So let him see if they can survive.
He would shut those people up.
If we can't survive, let death end it all.
A flood of emotions gripped him, just as they had in the past.
However, an idea suddenly popped into Mortarion's tense mind at an inappropriate time.
What would Hades think of such a plan?
He suddenly realized that on Barbarus, Hades had never discussed tactics with him because of Hades.
Will he deny him?
He stopped the idea.
Mortarion said silently, may we be stronger than our fate.
Outside the porthole, the fleet behind the Fourth Knight began to slow down and turn around. Soon, only the Fourth Knight was left, moving straight forward.
Below them, a corner of the dark, dirty buildings of the main hive city peeked out.
In the hourglass, the last grain of fine sand flowed to the edge -
"Reverse thrust, prepare for impact."
There was a roar and flames exploded!
The arresting thrusters roared and sprayed out flames, and the end of the remaining flames even directly burned the outer walls of the hive.
The Fourth Knight trembled violently.
The change in the gravity vector was nearly fatal to the mortal crew, with blood pouring from their shattered guts.
Those who were too slow to follow Mortarion's orders crashed against the bulkheads, their spines shattered and their blood spraying everywhere.
On the bridge, Barazin and Vaux struggled to stand, holding on to the railing with their hands.
Mortarion stood there, holding his scythe in silence.
He stood as if dead.
"——Boom——"
They arrived at the destination of this trip.
The fourth knight smashed into the side of the main hive.
Death's scythe gleams.
Death is flowing within the hive, and people are running away like panicked rats, trying to find a corner where they think they are safe.
The frightening footsteps echoed along the hive's complex ducts, and the harsh sounds of gunshots rang out alternately.
"Those who give up resistance will not be killed."
"Don't fight, you won't be hurt."
"All Galaspa people must take up arms and resist the invaders." The
unfamiliar sound of electricity and the familiar voice of the manager alternately sounded from the loudspeaker. The digger huddled tremblingly under her assembly line. Her brain, which had just drank the third tube of Silent Nutritional Meal every day, was in a state of mush. She had no idea what was going on.
However, with a harsh crackle, the steward's voice disappeared completely, replaced by "Drop your arms."
She didn't know what it meant to put down a weapon. She didn't have a weapon yet. Should she find a weapon and put it down again?
But only the adults have weapons, and those at the bottom who touch weapons will be hanged.
She originally wanted to run out, but the footsteps became louder and louder, and the digger couldn't help but shrank back into the corner. She covered her mouth tightly - a
huge bone-white bone appeared in front of her eyes. It was covered in plasma.
"Hmm!"
she let out a small exclamation, but the giants didn't notice a little mouse.
"Go to hell!"
The supervisor's voice familiar to the diggers sounded, but after a gunshot, everything became lonely again.
There was only the rumble of footsteps.
When those heavy and rapid footsteps finally faded away, the diggers crawled out from under the assembly line tremblingly.
She saw that the supervisor who had often whipped her was dead and his body parts were scattered around.
The strong smell of blood caught her, and she turned back tremblingly -
the door of the workshop was blown open, and on the other side of the door, the supervisor's army covered the entire hall.
They are not just giants.
Digger swallowed, her eyes filled with red and her heart pounding.
The gods came and brought the end of all things.
Fernando silently led the Undertaker team along the winding hive corridor, and they were following near the main force of the second company.
There are about a thousand people in their branch.
After the Fourth Knight finally came to a stop, Mortarion spoke only one word to all the soldiers.
"Go,"
he said,
"whoever attacks you with a weapon shall not live."
Under the command of the Primarch, a total of eleven thousand Death Guards dispersed according to their companies, heading towards several areas marked as suspected general command rooms. advance to the location.
Take the opponent's head and win the game.
The Undertaker Think Tank was dispersed to different tributaries in twos and twos to provide support to the soldiers.
The Untouchables did not come to this battlefield, and unmodified mortals could not adapt to the intensity of the battlefield here.
However, there was a commotion at the front of the company.
"Undertaker, we are under attack by psykers."
They encountered an army of psionic beings held captive by the rulers.
The voice of the captain of the second company sounded from the channel.
Fernando immediately led the team towards the front of the queue.
On the upper floor of this corridor, Pharmacist Laton looked at the countdown of the melta bomb with satisfaction.
"Thank you."
He turned back and said to the moss-covered psyker crawling out of the trash.
"Thanks for leading the way."
They failed to end the battle before reinforcements from other hives arrived.
The intricate terrain of the hive city and the endless sea of people slowed down the pace of the Death Guard.
Death was swallowing up Mortarion little by little, and the enemy used the heavy weapons in the hive to consume too much of our own strength.
But the Primarch knew what to do now.
Mortarion ordered a small team to continue marching towards the main control room, while he led a remaining army to hold off the reinforcements in the wasteland near the hive.
Previous training experience for this situation was used. Led by Mortarion, they relied on their own tenacity to tear open scars one after another in the wasteland of Garaspa.
However -
"Surrender, we surrender."
The tyrant's words came along the radio waves. Mortarion waved his hand and used his scythe to tear apart the tank opposite him. The driver's head splashed away along with the metal.
"Not accepted,"
Mortarion said.
"The Death Guard will not accept your surrender."
The tyranny must be uprooted, with its foul blood flowing through every vein.
Accepting surrender means the retention of tyranny and means that this victory will be meaningless.
The enemy forces before him began to break up, but Mortarion gave no orders to stop.
His troops continued to shoot at the trembling men who had discarded their weapons.
But above the hive, the supreme ruler still opened his door tremblingly, trying to make the other party aware of his overtures.
Gunfire rang out.
I'm in a bad state recently, and my writing is not good... I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused...
That branch line was originally there before, but it was hidden because it was too disruptive to the perception. Now the face-jumping is really abrupt... Report it Sorry...
and Mortarion is like this... I will refute him in the next chapter...
(End of this chapter)