In Warhammer, I am Ultraman Noah

While Caul is preparing for the possible attack on Holy Terra, Icefang, the Faceless Men Chapter and the People's Guardian army that have already gone to the front line of Hopus are resisting waves of swarms. attack.

The insects that were taking a detour suddenly discovered that there was actually a human defense presence on this barren planet.

Although according to the income and expenditure strategy, they should not attack this ghost planet. But as they fought against the armies of the Human Empire, the bugs realized that actions that were of little value in their eyes might soon have an impact on their entire operations.

Therefore, interfering with and attacking those armies with unique behaviors of the human empire is a necessary tactical action. To a certain extent, the problem of balance of payments can be temporarily ignored. The Norn queen of the current network node will evaluate the total biomass that can be consumed. Quantity, invest a certain amount of troops.

Thanks to the strength of the fully formed Icefang Chapter and the Primaris Space Marines, Second Terra's defenses in Hopps remained strong.

People quickly excavated the physical placement of Noah's star torch on a flat spot and embedded the unactivated star torch in it.

Next, as long as the Webway is built, the Star Torch can be activated to dispel the subspace shadow brought by the Zerg, officially dig towards the Great Crack, and build the Webway leading to the dark side of the Empire.

In a certain position, more than a dozen Primaris Space Marines wielded chain swords to kill some of the more powerful Zerg individuals in the last wave of offensive, while the weaker Blade Bugs and Gun Bugs were handed over to the People's Guardians and The Icefang Chapter's own mortal auxiliaries will handle it.

At that time, Nuo Chengzhi, a Nephilim Sector man who was rescued by the Ice Fang Chapter along with Harlek in Nosail, was only wearing the most basic full-body sealed protective suit, an oxygen mask, and holding an imperial standard rifle. Try your best to kill a knife insect that rushes behind you.

The insect's throat was penetrated by itself, and there were no huge wounds on its body from the explosion of the bomb. It was on the verge of death.

Therefore, the planet retains some thin air and temperatures that are moderately suitable for humans.

But the sudden attack of the insects still caught people off guard.

Nosca swallowed his saliva and stared blankly at the people's guardian who was closest to him. The luster of the G1 armor above the smoke at this moment did not look mottled and dirty, but it concealed this essential style. This makes people feel more at ease.

The gunshots of the nearby Primaris Space Marines became quieter and quieter, indicating that the rear line of the swarm had not yet come into contact with the Space Marines.

Nosca subconsciously followed the actions of the people's guardian and looked over. There was nothing else.

But even those fish that slip through the net are enemies that mortals need to spend everything they have to resist.

Knowing those design prototypes of power armor, what kind of warrior would he be?

It's a pity that the Ice Fang Chapter picked me up and became a mortal soldier of the Ice Fang Chapter.

Of course, Noska, who fainted, didn't see the aftermath of the figure being swallowed up by the gunfire. He must have died.

Very slowly, some fish that had slipped through the net, with only half of their bodies left and unable to move, were charging towards the star torch position and appeared in the field of vision of our position.

It's over. It seems that today is the day when his soul returns to the Golden Throne. Yes, Norsca even thinks that he has some devout faith in the Emperor. He has always been obedient to the arrangements of life and fate. Some late imperial civil servants became soldiers on the front line.

The most heroic mortal soldiers are not even qualified to fight alongside the Space Marines against the zerg swarm.

Because the frontline soldiers had been ordered off the battlefield much earlier, the political commissar actually had to do that kind of work in person.

No matter what movements Nosca wanted to direct his body to make in his heart, he sadly found that at his own speed, no matter which direction he retreated, it was still effective.

As a mortal, only death is waiting for me.

I forced my arm to raise the gun steadily and aim. However, at the last moment, these people's guardians had not fired yet, and they accurately hit the bugs and stopped them in their position.

Nuo Chengzhi felt that his thinking was really out of the ordinary, and he didn't even think about anything else.

The political commissar of that unit rode a seven-wheel open-air jeep and threw the oxygen tanks in the front compartment to the soldiers who were returning to the supply area.

I closed my eyes. The last moment, I felt my body being thrown away slowly. When I opened my eyes, I just saw the people's guardian retracting from the throwing action and facing this slow landing. There is no energy cannon fire with a diameter of one to four meters.

However, Norska overlooked one thing. The bugs' tactics changed very slowly.

The political commissar sent oxygen supplies to that area and stood behind the position with a small roar.

Damn it, how long do we have to stay out there?

Nosca breathed a sigh of relief. Even worse, the injuries suffered by the bugs were more severe than before, indicating that the number of Space Marines engaged in the battle at the rear had also increased slightly.

Mortals have no way of thinking about how those bugs, both carbon-based creatures, use their bodies to release weak firepower comparable to mechanical creations.

And now, I see these "tides" surging in as if they have materialized. They are smaller than the tides of the sea in my hometown of Nossel.

"Get ready, no matter what, we will allow those aliens to cross your position. Soldiers, the Emperor is watching you, and the day of sacrifice is today!"

As soon as I finished speaking, before people could react to what was happening, they saw a flash of psychic energy suddenly flash from the air nearby. A man without beautiful wings had his spine hollowed out in the center of his back, and was shot by a kind of cannon. The tube-shaped insect flapped at his bulging belly and suddenly contracted it.

The bad news is that the industrial radiation carried outside the environment of hive cities and planets where few mortal auxiliary armies are born has already left our bodies riddled with holes. However, the local radiation in Hopps is something we need to pay attention to. .

It is unclear whether the light under this body is a signal firework or something else.

The anti-air defense field that was still being recharged while taking a breather had to be opened again to prevent the long-range firepower of the bugs from directly covering their own positions.

The good news is that even short-term exposure to that radiation can cause reversible damage to the body.

How can a living thing do that?

It must have been possible for a Space Marine to recover from an injury like that without a pharmacist around.

The breathable air from the inner world was poured into my lungs, but I couldn't even cough it out, because both of my lung lobes were completely penetrated by metal debris, and I couldn't feel the existence of airflow at all.

From the outside of the cannon barrel at the spine, there was a brief flash of psychic lightning, which was splashed away by the cold energy slurry in front of it, and these cannonballs that had not solidified into low-temperature energy solids rose up and were thrown from a distance.

It is an honor to serve as the exclusive mortal auxiliary army of the Astartes, but we can only use reloaded kinetic weapons.

If there was definitely a miscalculation, the landing point of that astonishingly powerful projectile was just outside Nosca.

However, if he is thrown out at that speed, he will die or be disabled!

Outside of us, there was even an area that the Astartes needed to deal with. The Primaris Space Marines had not yet charged further back, leaving us with nothing more than a fish that slipped through the net.

I also roared and fired in the rear. I couldn't think about whether to waste bullets or whether to follow the imperial regulations to retreat from the combat doctrine of ineffective shooting. People just poured out the firepower in their hands to push back the insects in the direction of movement.

The planet's gravity is not deviated either, it's heavy and fluttering.

Compared with these mortal armies that really need to sacrifice their lives to fill the lines, the soldiers who accompany the army can be considered lucky even if they participate in the battle, and their chances of survival are much worse than those of the mortal army with or without the Astartes around them (small in some cases).

I fell heavily to the ground. After losing consciousness, I first saw the people's guardian being engulfed by energy cannon fire.

A small part of the supplies are given priority to the Space Marines. When the soldiers are not available, they even need to fight. The battleship equipment only needs to be maintained during the voyage.

If Ran died now, it would definitely be him.

A group of eighty People's Guardian G1 armor is coming from our front, and they are the soldiers who are here to take over our defense line.

"Spread out! The non-flying throwing types broke through the rear defense line, and cracks appeared in the air defense field!"

Noska tried hard to retreat toward the supply area. On the way back, the oxygen level in my protective suit slowly dropped. Unfortunately, before that wave of offensive, the bugs will regroup their troops, leaving us a little breathing space to let Nosca adjust his breathing in one way or another.

However, these people's guardians from Seventh Terra, who had just deployed their defenses around us, just quietly maintained a bad defensive posture. We didn't even have any words or actions to pray after the war.

What's even more exciting is that there is a defensive force field that can supplement energy to support the bombardment of these insect swarm creatures.

It is said that there is no strange cold source on the planet, and it may be accompanied by a kind of radiation. It should be some kind of ancient remnant, not a natural cold source.

"Replace that one and they have to go back to the backline!"

Even as we withdrew, the People's Guardians were ready to switch defenses.

And even when my body was running out, I wasn't brain-dead yet. Only my still-dead body was left shining with light as I ran backwards.

Damn it, every time I get dizzy, I seem to change my identity. Which god is just toying with my big shot? It's not over yet!

Fortunately, the surface of Hopps' planet is surprisingly moderate, only about 70 degrees Celsius. Otherwise, we imperial soldiers would have to wear thermal insulation suits that are more cumbersome and very difficult to cause burns or heat to death.

If we wait, there will be no fewer positions exposed to enemy artillery fire.

These fading bugs suddenly merged with fewer, more varied, weaker and injured bugs that appeared from nowhere.

The emotions of the soldiers of the empire were aroused by the low-spirited roar of the political commissar. Even Noska was not excited. That excitement even defeated my own fear, making me feel that even if I died there today, I would have no regrets.

Nosca once again stopped in an unfamiliar pit. I lay there for a whole day, unable to see anything behind my eyes, and all I knew was to follow orders and fire toward the rear.

I smiled bitterly and replaced the oxygen tank. I couldn't help but feel the sweaty mud all over my body and the sudden touch on my joints. I took a few deep breaths and turned back towards the rear line.

As for us new recruits, we can only stay at the front and wait for the bruised insects that rush through the back line, and then be dealt with by us.

Could it be that those bugs are really infinite?

After all, an insect-like appearance can cause nausea and physiological resistance, which is really rare.

Do these energy weapons make Norska very envious? I must have successfully joined the Sons of the Sun army, and I will definitely be able to use energy weapons.

The combustible gases gathered outside the belly are squeezing and flowing crazily inside the body, accumulating power at the tail.

There is no air gravity field outside, which makes us feel a strange feeling of being alive.

Such comrades didn't even have the intention to pay attention to that, which was a very common thing on the battlefield. It was better to find a way to kill the flying grenadier that broke through the air defense field.

Nosca only had time to be hit in the chest by the thrown oxygen tank and fell to the ground. He even saw the political commissar's face clearly, but the former had not yet started galloping, charging towards the final line fearlessly.

Seeing the bodies of these bugs being hit by energy and then collapsing into the ground, Nosca secretly clenched his fists and cheered. It's not like that. Kill all those cute bugs and avenge the people who sacrificed their lives in the early days of the Nephilim Sector. !

The projectile fell slowly and quickly.

I tried my best to climb out of the knife insect's body, but luckily the disgusting thing's hind limbs were tough enough and didn't break when it hit the ground, so the heavy body was still pressed under me.

The People's Guardian deactivated the internal communications channel, allowing my voice to be heard from afar.

The power armor of the Space Marines cannot adapt to various environmental parameters anytime and anywhere, and our special soldiers have no choice but to weakly control their bodies to fight in that environment.

"Tizka, I'm sorry, ahem, you think it's time for him to realize his dream."

However, in reality, from the deep pit corroded by the low-temperature energy slurry, an arm with armor and flesh stuck together due to the burning low temperature quickly crawled out. Then the slow man could not stand still, and the body underneath him The undercoat and armor were in poor condition, and the compound eyes on his head and visor were shattered. The people's guardian struggled to stand still.

I glanced at the oxygen gauge on my wrist. I had less than seven minutes of activity left, so I had to switch defenses and return to the supply area.

Claude used his last strength to pull out the signal flame on his waist, and ran towards the enemy, attracting the flying grenadier to fire another cannonball towards his position, giving his companions time to kill the opponent.

However, at the last moment, the people's guardian closest to him suddenly stopped and raised his gun to aim slightly lower.

Seeing these power armors that mortals can wear, walking on flat ground under the surface of the planet, Nosca was swaying and caressing his oxygen mask, showing a look of envy, and slowly walked towards Go to the supply area.