Chapter 279: Edvonka's Final Battle

Chapter 279 Ed. Von. Ka's final battle

The battle is bright and the situation is set. The Emperor's light and the activity of the Eagle of Destruction will eventually destroy all the heretics and traitors. The punishment waiting for those mortals who once belonged to the Empire is death, a merciless death, a cruel death, and their souls will be accepted by their gods and become toys or food. So far, with the efforts of heavy raider tanks, thunder eagle gunboats soaring in the sky, many war engines and space warriors, the blood of heretics has moistened every corner of this land.

The sky is covered with dark clouds due to the bombing of the long war, but interestingly, the clouds this time are not dirty, but clean. After the Imperial Guards gathered briefly, drops of rain fell and knocked on this once dead world.

The Loande infantrymen wore thick artificial leather windbreakers, and raindrops fell on their lapels or gas masks, flowing down the protruding mouths of the "pig noses". The laser guns were carried on their right shoulders. They stood, standing in their hometown, mourning for their comrades in silence, and washing away their shame with victory.

They were pale, with dark hair, and seemed to be a little malnourished. They wore black military uniforms. They were hopeless, but great. When the captain walked across the wet concrete ground with the sound of his military boots, the officer who had survived a month of cruel and bloody meat-crushing war, the captain, Mr. Jesk, announced this hard-won victory to everyone in the name of the commander-in-chief.

As the raindrops fell on his ink-like military uniform, then slid down along the waterproof coating, moistening his skin, and then wiped the eagle emblem on the right chest and neck clean, the soldiers gently knocked the ground with the handles of their guns, and the low vibration sound was amplified by resonance under the scale of thousands of people and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Although the world is now riddled with holes, the starport is paralyzed, the people have died, and the near-earth orbit defense system is paralyzed, but those soldiers have proved time and again that this is not a worthless place.

Only loyalty and sacrifice can create a noble spirit that transcends its essential physical form, and the victory created by this makes the soldiers standing in front of the orbital ruins particularly honorable. The blood of those failed heretics moistens the soil. Just as they said, the raindrops at this moment are no longer greasy and poisonous, but clean and pure.

However, some people obey, some people win, and some people persist when humans fail. On the Eagle Mountain, which is surrounded by many toxic corpses and is like a demon land, a dark green phantom has appeared in that towering place, stirring a strange crucible. The power of chaos has reached its limit at this moment. It was the first time that most of the souls on the planet were sacrificed.

During this period, which was only about a day and a half, the Master Chief led his troops to conduct guerrilla warfare, extermination, and the zombie attack had been maintained many times, carried out many times, and completed many times, but the effect was not great. Ed von Ka could avoid fatal attacks at critical moments every time, every time.

Now the heroes of the Destruction Eagle Regiment are hiding in the abandoned pipes of the nest city outside the Eagle Mountain to avoid the troops searching for them. The Chimera armored vehicles are covered with coating nets. Simple sacred oil can cover them and make the enemy's divination instruments ineffective, but the Master Chief is still worried.

At this moment, someone on the Salamander tank wanted to raise the storm bolter, but the Master Chief did not react. He was dealing with the enemy, the hateful enemy, the heretic aimed, and then pressed the trigger...

Mortals use the faint light of the lumen ball to maintain the light. The young mortal who once drove the Thunder Eagle has lost a lot of cowardice and quietly takes care of the equipment for the Master Chief.

This is the last chance for those backpacks to jump, fill up the fuel, clean the bombs, and the honor of the Emperor is shining on them, although now they are hiding in the rusty old pipes, and there are many mortal troops chasing and blocking them outside.

Only the Space Marines flying in the sky fell down, using their terrible red and white armor to resist the attack for their mortal friends and fight side by side.

"Time waits for no one..." The sergeant's mind flashed how the plan of sniping the enemy's command during the guerrilla warfare failed again and again. He seemed to be assisted by God. Was it the evil master of this area who protected him? Or?

He gathered the attention of those brothers, with a short and quiet gesture, and signaled them all to wear helmets for easy conversation.

Then, the Falcon Sword violently penetrated the thin armor layer, sparks flew everywhere, the sergeant stepped on the front of the vehicle with one foot to help exert force, the destruction field hummed, and finally, the entire crew was torn open, revealing the panicked driver and observer inside, and the nobleman who pointed the explosive pistol at the sergeant, Ed von Ka.

With a creaking sound, the tracks flattened the metal, and Ed von Ka sat on a command tank and watched the troops leave. From this point of view, he was indeed qualified as a commander. At least he really cherished his soldiers and was satisfied with being the war spokesperson of the Lord of Plague.

And the things that allowed him to truly exert his full ability were the Crucible of War and the Captain of Astartes. The sergeant's metal arm made an ancient gesture there, slowly raised his left thumb, and clenched his palm, and took it as a silent compliment.

"It's the third day. The war in the fortress should be over. I don't know what the situation is. The damn ritual here has generated psychic fluctuations that are too strong. Our communication has been completely blocked."

It was dark and dilapidated here. The rusty pipes smelled like blood, or the smell of blood was close to rust. This pipe was not made of pure gold, but a poor alloy. It had been like this for less than a few hundred years. The inside of the pipe was completely blocked, and the pipe mouth was covered with gravel and many other things, blending into the natural environment. If the mortal soldiers brought by the sergeant had not grown up here, they would not have found this place.

The sergeant looked at the madman in surprise. Even if his bright red helmet dripped with the blood of his soldiers, dripping on the white cheeks of the noble lord from above, he was still not afraid.

He put on the helmet, confirmed the bayonet, the eye indicator flashed, and the nuclear-powered battery drove it full of source power. The mortal servant asked timidly. "But sir, we just finished a guerrilla war."

Bang bang bang! The intense heat and fire were fired, but it was not the Sergeant Chief who was dyed red, but the enemy's body, because the Chimera armored vehicle's multi-linked heavy bombs had been fired, and the front of the vehicle was always paying attention to the Sergeant Chief's battle. It was amazing that the mortal servant showed amazing talent in driving when shooting and hitting accurately at this angle.

"They will take away many of their already stretched troops to complete their contract with the Chaos Gods as quickly as possible, so we can attack the base."

A Chimera armored vehicle slid down the hillside on the side of Sky Eagle Mountain with clever technology, cutting off the retreat of the reconnaissance tank and blocking it at the door. Dozens of mortal heroes stepped out of the vehicle and used shooting and cover to delay precious time, even if it was only a moment. They were surrounded by dozens of times more enemies.

A crazy, beloved, but twisted and perverted war maniac, and one of the enemies that the Empire hates the most and least wants to meet, because God knows what he will do for his beliefs in the end. Those noble identities satisfy his material needs, so he cares more about spiritual pleasure and thoughts of faith than most ordinary people.

Interestingly, their small base has indeed attracted Space Marines, has indeed become a base, and has indeed provided security.

Finally, the dilapidated camp, trenches, and messy things have become the basis for the Space Marines to intercept this time. The sergeant fell from the sky in front of the reconnaissance tank. He picked up the Falcon Sword and wanted to use the Destruction Stand to cut the thin shell of the Salamander Command Tank, and then kill the heretic war lord to end everything.

But what answered him was not the mysterious words of his friend's soul, but a long and terrible attack alarm, harsh and fierce. The Space Marines soared into the sky with jump packs, and the bolt pistols shot bullets one by one at the heads of the sentinels holding firepower on the sentry towers as if it was destined.

He was a little surprised at the damn sense of fate behind this matter, and was glad for his choice. In the guerrilla war, this place saved them a lot of inconvenience, but looking at the dwindling supplies and the enemy's almost perfected ritual, he spoke.

The sergeant just said. "Get in the car." The elite of the Loand people and the space warriors walked out of the dark, narrow and lightless place. The warmth of the stars shone again, and the light reflected on the beautiful armor reminded the Destruction Eagles that they were not mice.

"Can't wait, today, at some point today, the ritual will be completed. This world has been pulled weak by some force like Mandeville Point, and the gap between the Supreme Heaven and reality has become blurred. Although I don't know what magic they used to prevent the demons from appearing, I think those forces must, absolutely cannot be used by them."

His human servant adjutant wiped his armor and brought the few supplies in the armored vehicle. "Sir, are our reinforcements not far away?"

The sergeant lowered his head, his eyes narrowed with strange purple pupils. He felt a strange touch, and the whole world was pulled into a dark green filthy garden. He rubbed his temples. Even the superhuman will of the Space Marines could not persist, so he had to withdraw. His forehead was covered with sweat, and then he reached out to take his bright red helmet.

If he wins, he is a hero, a hero of heresy. If he fails, he is a monster, a monster of the empire. Therefore, he cannot lose, and does not want to lose. When his sharp eyes look at the horizon, he is looking out from the observation hole and muttering. "Skater, Skater, what should I do? The ceremony is approaching, the enemy is still there, the castle is destroyed, and my comrades are gone."

Ed. Von. Ka said. "No, the Lord of Plague will not abandon me, Dark Praise, but your Corpse King will stand by and watch, no matter how hard you try, it will not change."

"The mortal troops of the reconnaissance team reported some time ago that the enemy may be having a headache for the materials of the last stage of the ritual. Those equipment vehicles have been started, so they will take the risk to collect some corpses and carry out those disgusting things, and this time is our chance..."

The loyal fighting brothers quickly replied. They had no complaints. As long as they could contribute to the continuation of the empire, death was not a big deal for the Destruction Eagles. They adjusted their jump packs and filled up the fuel. The Chimera armored vehicle had a weak baggage capacity. It was difficult to provide supplies for a team of 20 people, especially with ten Astartes.

"The last chance will be in a few hours. I don't want to fail. No matter how much it costs, I will protect the souls of the imperial people in this world from being captured by Chaos and becoming props for those bastards to sacrifice their power. Therefore, we need to kill that war lord!"

Those heretic troops also felt loyalists, but what greeted them was called bombs and lasers.

Twenty warriors were crowded here, but the pipeline was hidden. They were not afraid of those who were looking for them, but they could not waste bullets, any bullets, or the reserve blades of a chainsaw sword.

The price was the death of dozens of Space Marines and mortal heroes of the Empire, and his death, but even so, this was his most radical, crazy, and desperate battle.

This quality is very strange. It is both good and bad. People will become dull and inflexible because of this, and they will also become heroes and great men because of such ideas, but its essence is just the difference between winners and losers.

A few hours later, here, on the not-so-good road near Tianying Mountain, several tanks were slowly crushing the abandoned civilian vehicles or crude anti-gravity flight equipment on it, but no matter what, the former owners of those equipment, the dignitaries of this world, have been wailing in pain in the crucible of the gods.

"It's over, Destroy Eagle and Luoand won." The sergeant said.

The sergeant picked up a plastic toy carved by a child, or a military friend who was serving here, from the ground. It was a fake Astartes warrior model. It was rough, but from the blurred Skyhawk mark on it, it could be seen that it was a Space Marine.

Several rune warriors crawled out of the body of the Salamander tank. They were too small compared to the Space Marines who came. The sergeant raised his weapon and the explosive bomb easily took the lives of those seemingly powerful warriors. Now his reaction speed, prediction ability, and even the vague psychic perception were far superior to those mortals. The seemingly powerful freaks became insignificant in front of him.

The high-tech helmets of the Astartes could ensure that they were still clear and visible under low brightness conditions, so they just maintained the equipment silently, but the laser magazines on the ground that had been used many times revealed their current status.

His thoughts were forced to disperse by himself. This time he had to kill that bastard. No matter what, he needed a plan...

However, he didn't care. As long as he sent him to the High Heaven, things would be over. When the sword of the Destroying Eagle was raised high, this mortal would never be able to survive again.

But this time, just as he said, the Lord of Plague favored him. A violent explosion occurred in the cover of the Chimera armored vehicle. Those brothers who were loyal to him, the mortals, and the Chimera armored vehicle were suddenly pulled apart by violence. The strong psychic feeling and the smell of plague made the sergeant lose his mind, so the long sword was misplaced, killing the unlucky driver, and splitting his flesh and blood.

But that feeling was really familiar and strange to the sergeant, but soon, Ed von Ka suddenly shouted. "Skater!"

"Skater?" The sergeant hesitated and repeated the words. Then he heard the sound of ding-dong and the sound of distillation tanks hitting each other. He looked sideways at the place filled with poisonous gas like hell, the blood-stained robes, the struggling mortals, and the dark reflections projected by the fire. The shadow was very strange. From the perspective of anatomy, he... or it, had no head!