Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 139 Changed World Line, New Crisis

At the beginning of the battle, the well-trained Sun Auxiliary immediately formed a "phalanx".

It doesn't matter if the group wasn't originally grouped together.

After all, it is the same as the design concept of the STC universal template - any system needs to be "universal".

Therefore, the Sun Auxiliary Army, who had already trained for such emergencies, did not panic at the moment.

Those Viletaris stormtroopers holding power axes took the initiative to stand at the outermost edge of the phalanx.

The middle layer is supplemented by the basic squad armed with Kalibrav V-1 pattern Lasrifle, and some fire support squads armed with deflagration guns and flamethrowers.

The core of the entire phalanx is several military medical officers, several psykers with different functions, and of course Karl, the 7th company commander and political commissar.

This phalanx is a few numbers smaller than the phalanx they formed in the past.

That's because the three lawmaker personnel carriers or other fire support vehicles that were supposed to be in the center of the phalanx were kicked out by Karl this time.

But this is really a good thing, at least looking at the group of Viletaris Stormtroopers whose calves were almost stuck in the swamp, political commissar Kedwina understood why Karl had to engage in small sabotage in spite of military discipline.

Karl has explained it very clearly on the Odysseus class (combat transport ship) before.

It was a dream entrusted to him by the Emperor.

He saw all this in a dream, and the Emperor told him to find a way to save more people from this trap.

Obviously, at the moment when the truth of the empire is still in effect, if he directly raises his arms and calls himself an apostle of the emperor, he will probably not end well.

The emperor has personally denied his own divinity, and a certain bald hometown is a living example.

Under the Imperial Truth, there are no gods in the world.

Of course, except for those who "haven't used it yet", such as the God of Might.

That's why Karl chose this method of being shot directly by the political commissar once discovered - directly destroying the armor.

Looking at the "heavy vehicles" decelerating under the help of huge parachute packs and reverse rockets in the distance, political commissar Kordwina couldn't help but suck the cold air in his helmet.

"It's really a trap."

According to the speed at which the Thunder Eagle sank just now, let alone a war dog-class Titan, even a slightly larger supply vehicle would not be able to stand up.

But now it is too late to wake up.

And Codwina knew that they were not the first troops to land.

Carefully observing the map, he must ensure that the entire phalanx will not collapse on its own while approaching the surrounding friendly forces in an orderly manner.

While everyone was busy contacting the surrounding friendly forces, the battle outside the phalanx had already begun to change.

Even though the elite Viletaris Stormtroopers were already wielding their power axes with all their strength, they killed all the fish that escaped under the laser rifles one by one.

But there are too many of them.

The muddy swamp further weakened the combat effectiveness of the Stormtroopers.

Every time they swung, the feet of these Viletaris stormtroopers would sink a little further into the depths of the swamp.

This caused them to struggle to get their legs out of the muddy swamp every few attacks.

This extremely poor terrain severely limited the strength of these power ax berserkers.

Coupled with the need to cooperate with the movement of the entire phalanx, even these half supermen who are second only to Astartes can't bear it.

The fish that kept slipping through the net were destroying their armor with claws.

Soon, several Viletaris stormtroopers who fell to the ground, as well as ordinary laser riflemen were carried to the center of the team.

And it was precisely because of these "dying wounded who completely lost any mobility that they completely dragged this makeshift phalanx in place."

Lying wailing in the middle of the line.

The deep scratches on the wounded refreshed Karl's understanding of rotting corpses.

You must know that this is the sun-shaped void armor produced by the top composite materials, coupled with the top forging technology of the technical priests.

But the tattered claws in the hands of those rotting corpses can cut through these alloys like cutting tofu.

This is even more outrageous than a naked Viking berserker or a full-body armored giant swordsman.

But the power of subspace is such a completely unreasonable magic.

Looking at the remaining green slime on the scratches on the armor, Karl knew that this was the effect of the four gods personally going off.

And in fact, the forced landing site was also chosen by him in advance.

Because this location is exactly in the middle of the line from the "wreck" of the Glory of Terra where the Sons of Horus originally landed.

In this way, as long as they can hold out until Horus rushes towards the "wreckage" of the Glory of Terra, it will be over.

Although this harsh environment is a bit difficult for ordinary people.

But once the hordes of Astartes united, it was only a matter of time before these sources of corruption could be wiped out.

In Karl's vague memory, if Horus hadn't been under the misguidance of Erebus, he insisted on charging towards the Glory of Terra, he would not have been hit by that sword in the end.

In fact, the Imperial Expeditionary Force, which has an absolute orbital advantage, can even evacuate as a whole and throw some destructive weapons on the planet at will.

After all, it is polluted like this, and most of it is worthless.

Of course, Karl is not the commander, so what he wants most now is to take a peek at the data board in the hands of the 7th company commander and Koldwina at the moment.

After all, only with complete battlefield information can he find the target who needs to "exchange the civet cat for the prince" on this trip.

If he had only relied on his two pairs of legs to find him, by the time he found Horus, Horus would probably have been carried into the temple on Devon.

And just as he was analyzing the situation, Koldwina also made his own decision --- he couldn't be dragged here because of these wounded.

Or in other words, a good time is better than being swallowed by the plague swamp and turning into those ghosts and ghosts.

Yes, this is another job of the political commissar under special circumstances.

He knew that if these "necessary sacrifices" were not made, the entire phalanx would pay an even worse price.

Remove the giant pistol called "The Punisher" from the rack on the back.

Codwina walked towards the group of wounded seriously.

Seeing Kedwina approaching, some of the "wounded soldiers" who were still conscious seemed to understand what Kedwina meant.

They all consciously tore off their nameplates.

Their helmets have long been removed, and their faces have already been infected by the erosion of the yellow mist, and some itchy herpes have appeared on their faces.

As long as these herpes are touched lightly, what awaits them next is a whole layer of bloody skin that has been torn off.

For this kind of infected wound mixed with corruption, the medical officer accompanying the army expressed helplessness.

Perhaps only the recently decommissioned "think tanks" can deal with the wounds of this corruption.

And those veterans who were lying on the ground, breathing in but not out, knew very well that they were hopeless.

Both strategically and medically.

No anger, no resentment, no complaints.

"Mortals are the cornerstone of the empire, we are worthy of the name of the sun!"

This is the last thing all veterans who can still speak want to say in the communication channel.

It can be said that their whole life has been spent on one battlefield after another.

Fight bayonets with orcs, bloody battles with aliens, and any enemy who dares to stand in the way of the Great Expedition, and fight to the last drop of blood.

Not for anything else, only in this way is it worthy of the word "sun" added in front of the auxiliary army.

Yes, it wasn't just the glorious Astartes in that hero's blotter.

Behind them are hundreds of millions of ordinary mortal auxiliaries.

Listening to the more and more intense firefights in the distance, and the punisher who raised his hand, Koldwina closed his eyes.

He never relents when dealing with traitors.

But in this case, even Kordwina couldn't open his eyes and watch the processing scene.

Abandoning the pawns and protecting the handsome is easy to say, but the real executors it leads to are so helpless.

"Life is the emperor's currency, make good use of it."

Silently uttering the last prayer, Koldwina's finger on the trigger began to tremble gradually.

This isn't the first time he's done this kind of thing.

Of course, if Karl is not there, it won't be the last time.

Carl, who was shocked to the point of being speechless from the data version, almost forgot to stand up to find someone.

At this moment, there was a dumbfounding expression on his face.

Yes, he only discovered after peeking at the location of the troops that his past self seemed to have deceived his present self.

He never expected that a skip of the 63-19 battle would have such a major impact on Horus' decision.

No one knows that day, watching the "Human Empire" that surrendered the whole country in an instant.

What a heated debate is going on in the Council of Four Kings on Vengeful Spirits.

No one knows what the Warmaster learned from replaying Carl's "assassination" tape several times.

But it was this "butterfly's wings" that changed many stories in Carl's impression.

At this moment, the Sons of Horus, who were supposed to charge forward, were advancing conservatively and steadily.

And this means that Karl and his party have to stand alone in this ghost place for at least 2 hours.

However, according to the current battle damage situation, within half an hour, the entire phalanx will be completely submerged by the tide of corpses that were originally intended to be "enjoyed" by the sons of Horus.

Karl didn't think the Warmaster would attack alone for the sake of his own group of unlucky ones.

Fortunately, this distance is not a disadvantage for him.

Contrary to intuition, in this way, under the cover of the surrounding strong corrupt atmosphere, a "beast" that specializes in hunting Chaos was released.

But before that, he still needs to deal with the "thought problems" in the team.

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(End of this chapter)