Warhammer 40k Chaos Tyrant

“Zero one zero zero zero one zero…”

The complex secret language spread quickly through the wireless channel to everyone’s ears. Countless mechanical catechists wearing red robes and black emblems on their chests ran out of the underground trenches.

Don’t look at the secret language sent back and forth in the wireless channel, it sounds almost the same.

But in fact, it represents countless mechanical monks who use their brains to connect to the control terminal, issuing their own combat orders to the catechists.

Because they are fighting at home, the Mechanicus has a natural communication advantage. A large number of mechanical monks can assign corresponding tasks to the catechists they manage at any location on the entire planet.

Also because they are on Mars, the Emperor’s poison blade super-heavy tanks specially cast on Mars, which the general imperial forces are not qualified to use, have almost become the means of transportation for ordinary Mechanicus catechists here.

It can be seen that in order to defeat the invaders, the mechanical sages of the Dark Mechanicus have lost some of their minds.

The Emperor's Baneblade super-heavy tank, the king of the land that is comparable to the Leman Russ heavy tank, was actually taken out as a means of transportation, and the petrified lizard self-propelled artillery, which represents long-range heavy firepower, was even more scattered all over the surface of Mars!

The Martian Skitarii Hunters, who could not be counted by numbers, were tirelessly running back and forth in various trenches.

Although 80% of their bodies had undergone extremely advanced mechanical transformation, they were holding gunpowder spears with old shapes, as if they had traveled from the ancient Terra period.

Although these ancient-shaped spears were electromagnetic weapons powerful enough to split mountains and rocks, the ancient-style gun decorations still formed a serious contrast with the extremely advanced mechanical transformation of the mechanical Skitarii Hunters, with a sense of separation that could not be described in words.

In addition to these cannon fodders with the largest number, the Martian Forge World also has its own unique vanguard. However, the most elite force of the Vanguard Army of the Mars Forge World is also called Vanguard Alpha. They do not rely on the powerful radiation ability of the Vanguard Army to kill the enemy like other Forge Worlds.

Although the energy source of Vanguard Alpha is also the radiation source behind it, they have agility that ordinary Vanguards do not have. Each of them is a battle-hardened special forces soldier who can sneak behind the enemy silently and easily deal with the enemy in the solid trenches.

Of course, in this war, they are not attackers, but defenders, and the enemies they face are powerful enemies they have never encountered before.

Mars is an arid planet. Although it has been transformed since the Golden Age, it has its own atmosphere and can retain moisture from outer space.

But in essence, it is still an arid planet covered with deserts. Therefore, the Mars Wild Donkey Dune Crawler with a special manufacturing mark of Mars has naturally become one of the main defensive war machines on Mars.

At the same time, they are also one of the most proud cavalry units of the Mars Foundry Base. Although they are extremely heavy, their unique anti-gravity design allows them to crawl quickly on the sand dunes. Their powerful firepower and solid armor, as well as the ability to sneak in the desert anytime and anywhere, are all deadly weapons hidden under their unprepossessing appearance.

Falling heavily to the ground, a mortal army from the Punishment Legion quickly assembled on the crimson sand dunes.

This is an army from the 40th Company of the 5th Regiment of the Purple Cabbage Legion, an ordinary company consisting of a thousand people.

It was newly formed not long ago, and most of the members are recruits with too much combat experience.

However, this company is very lucky, because when they looked up, they could clearly see in the sky that countless landing pods turned into fireworks under the attack of the Mechanicus planetary defense artillery.

A large number of soldiers did not even touch the ground, and they turned into ashes and fell on the ground.

The commander of this company is called Paul. He was originally just a soldier in the Purple Cabbage Corps, but he survived several wars by chance and was successfully promoted.

At this moment, he, an ordinary civilian soldier, not only got the right to command a company, but also won the honor of the Imperial Lord.

However, facing the battlefield like a meat grinder, whether he commands himself or a company, it is actually not very useful.

"Assemble!"

"Political Commissar, please tell me how many people I have now?"

Lying on the edge of the sand dune, looking at the desert in the distance that looked like a lake under the harassment of the strong wind, Paul asked his companions with a calm face.

"Eight landing capsules were destroyed. There are only 891 people alive now, 15 of whom are seriously injured and 113 are slightly injured. Weapons and ammunition are sufficient."

"Leave enough food for all the seriously injured. We will move towards the designated target and must reach the Broadsword Nest within seven hours."

"Yes, Captain!"

Paul was about to lead the team to move forward, but suddenly there was a dense explosion behind him...

"It's the sentry!"

It turned out that the sentry responsible for guarding in the rear suddenly exchanged fire with someone!

"Company No. 3 is responsible for the rear, Company No. 1 and Company No. 2 follow me!"

Without much hesitation, Paul made a choice in an instant with his rich combat experience. He led the team behind him, braving the strong wind and sand, and struggled to advance towards the distant Chaodu.

With the help of the light power armor on their bodies, even though the feet were soft quicksand, they still advanced rapidly and soon reached the edge of the nest.

However, with their arrival, the No. 3 company left behind to be responsible for the rear had completely lost all communications, and no matter how they called, there was no response... Obviously, their death was almost a foregone conclusion.

However, Paul had no time to feel sad and lonely, but felt a little fortunate. Because dying at the hands of the Mechanicus Skitarii is always better than dying at the hands of Chaos Demons, where even the soul cannot rest in peace!

"Go!"

The assault team quickly approached the outermost fortress of the nest, and the sandstorm and the dense gunfire in the distance covered the traces of the assault team. But the Mechanicus Skitarii guarding the fully enclosed steel fortress still discovered the approaching assault team through unique equipment.

Without any mercy, these Skitarii, who had undergone large-scale steel metallization transformation, immediately pulled the trigger and turned the assault team holding bombs into charcoal and dust.

However, their firing also completely exposed all the firepower points.

A cold light flashed in Paul's eyes. He could not remember when he became so cold-blooded that he would use the lives of his subordinates to test the existence of the firepower points. The only thing he knew was that he had to complete the military order.

"Fire!"

The portable plasma cannon chanted a deadly scream, and the blue light ball quickly sank into those firepower points. The violent explosion was accompanied by a powerful shock wave, causing the plasma cannon to continuously emit blazing high temperatures.

The tool-type plasma cannon is a portable plasma cannon from the Doze Forge World. It is very powerful and easy to carry. Almost an ordinary human soldier can carry it around.

But it also has a fatal flaw, which is that it is very unstable, especially when it is overheated, it has a high probability of self-explosion, which is enough to kill the operator and innocent colleagues near the operator.

Fortunately, even after firing dozens of powerful plasma cannons, it still did not self-explode, but the scorching heat it emitted easily roasted the skin on the surface of the palm of the soldier who controlled it.

"Go!"

The second commando continued to move forward. This time there was no cold gun or dark cannon attack, which made Paul couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He quickly waved to the troops behind him, took the lead and followed the commando's footsteps, crossed the outermost steel fortress, and entered the twisted and curved inner trench.

Walking in the narrow trench that only allowed one person to walk, the huge company was silent, without even a little sound, only the sound of wind and guns kept echoing in the ears.

Suddenly, Paul stopped.

Looking at the corpses on the ground in the distance, his heart suddenly shook, and he grabbed the grenade from the soldier behind him and threw it at the corpses.

It was a group of corpses from other legions, almost none of them were intact, and the slightly intact corpses were covered with various scratches.

It is hard to imagine what kind of torture they suffered before they died.

"Boom!"

Amid the huge explosion, a red figure quickly crawled out from under the pile of corpses. The figure was wearing a dark red robe, a round mushroom-like helmet on his head, and a mechanical body with a metallic luster all over his body. Several cameras of different shapes and sizes represented his eyes.

The Mars Blade Infiltrator was also an Alpha infiltrator who had experienced hundreds of battles.

Looking at the power sword in his hand that was shining with a pale blue light, Paul quickly lay down, giving his subordinates behind him a shooting channel, and he kept pulling the trigger, firing green energy beams.

"Puff, puff, puff~"

Colorful laser beams shot at Alpha, but Alpha, who was covered with various solid armors all over his body and even his head was covered with a unique tactical helmet, was not afraid of these small and medium-caliber laser guns.

Facing the dense barrage of bullets, he rushed to Paul.

Seeing that he was about to chop off Paul's head with a knife, the Imperial Commissar standing behind Paul stepped on Paul's back, jumped up and hugged Alpha's belly fiercely.

"Puff!"

It was like hitting a train head-on. The Imperial Commissar who rushed over was immediately hit by Alpha's hard body and his face was smashed. The bones on his face were directly broken, and his sacrifice did not cause any trouble to Alpha.

In just a few seconds, the relatively intact body of the Imperial Commissar was quickly dismembered and turned into terrifying fragments.

"Anglu!" Paul roared, took out a grenade and prepared to rush forward to die with the Blade Infiltrator Alpha.

But the subordinates behind him did not give him this opportunity. They quickly pushed Paul away and rushed forward one after another holding grenades, ready to use their lives to exchange for the mechanical creation in front of them that had nothing to do with humans.

What a pity!

The speed of the Alpha Blade Infiltrator was too fast. Like a flexible dancer, it shuttled through the dense explosions at a high speed.

The red robe behind him became more dazzling against the background of blood.

Finally, when another mortal soldier took the initiative to sacrifice himself and hid a grenade with his body, the Alpha Blade Infiltrator who was killing all around was finally blown away and hit heavily on the trench beside him.

Although he climbed up again immediately, a plasma cannon had already hit it hard, melting its hard mechanical body directly.

Throwing away the barrel stuck to his face, and tearing off his severely burned face skin, Paul ignored the wounds on his body, and continued to pull out the gun on his waist with his equally severely burned palm, and led the team forward.

When passing by the body of his good friend, the imperial political commissar Andrew, Paul paused for a moment, but did not help him collect the body, but walked forward unswervingly.

In this chaotic universe, death is not a painful thing, but a blessing worth celebrating!

And when there is no death, there are always some principles to adhere to.

At this moment, Paul has only one principle, that is, to obey military orders.

Continuing to walk through the trenches, more and more soldiers fell.

However, Paul has been alive all the time. Although he has always been the first, the bitch of fate always likes to play tricks on people, and it also proves the saying that the more people want to die, the less they can die!

Finally, they successfully broke through the trench area, but when they walked out of the trench, an indescribable sense of powerlessness suddenly surged into the hearts of Paul and the survivors.

In the distance, dozens of heavily armed poison blade tanks calmly stopped at the end of the street outside the trench, and below them, a steel defense line covered with black metallic luster blocked all hopes of advancing and the only way for them to complete the order.

"Charge!"

Without retreating, without too much explanation and mobilization, the survivors from the 40th Company followed Paul's steps and ran towards the black "end of life" in the distance!

However, the bitch of fate seemed to prove the saying that the more people want to die, the harder they will die.

A square piece of metal more than five meters wide fell from the sky and hit Paul and his men hard, blocking the distant artillery fire for them while leaving a deep pit on the ground.

Soon, this square piece of metal began to twist and wriggle until it turned into a tall mechanical giant wolf.

"Nice to meet you, my name is magnetic storm, and I'm here to support you.

Sorry, there's a little traffic jam on the road, I hope it's not too late."