mesbooks Chapter 279 Ed Vonka’s final battle
Chapter 279 Ed Vonka’s final battle
Chapter 279 Ed Von Ka’s final battle
The battle situation is bright and the situation is settled. The emperor's light and the activity of the doom eagle will eventually destroy all heretics and traitors. The punishment waiting for those mortals who once belonged to the empire is death, a death without mercy, a cruel death, and their souls It will also be accepted by their gods and become a toy or food. So far, with the efforts of heavy raider tanks, thunderhawk gunships soaring in the sky, many war engines and space fighters, the blood of heresy has moistened this land every corner of the
The sky was filled with dark clouds due to the bombing of the long war, but what is interesting is that this time the clouds were not dirty, but clean. After the short gathering of the imperial guards, the raindrops fell on the once-dead world. superior.
The Loander infantrymen wore thick artificial leather windbreakers. Raindrops fell on their clothes or gas masks, and the protruding mouth of the "pig nose" ran down. The laser gun was carried on the right shoulder. They stood, standing on their own. In my hometown, use silence to mourn for my comrades-in-arms, and use victory to wash away my shame.
They were pale, dark-haired, malnourished, in black uniforms, hopelessly great, and when the captain's boots clattered across the wet concrete, the boiled After a full month of brutal and bloody meat grinding battles, the officer, captain, Mr. Jeske announced this hard-won victory to everyone in the name of the commander-in-chief.
Following the raindrops falling on his ink-colored military uniform, it slid down the waterproof coating, moistening his skin, and then wiped off the eagle emblem on his right chest and neck. The soldiers gently tapped the ground with their gun handles, That low vibrating sound was resonated and amplified by thousands of people and penetrated deeply into people's hearts.
Although the world is now riddled with holes, star ports are paralyzed, people are dead, and low-Earth orbit defense systems are paralyzed, those soldiers have proven time and time again that this place is not worthless.
Only loyalty and sacrifice create a noble spirit that transcends its essential physical material form, and the victory created by it makes the soldiers standing in front of the orbital ruins particularly honorable. The soil is moistened with the blood of those failed heretics, as they say, at this moment The raindrops are no longer greasy and poisonous, but clean and clean.
However, some people obeyed, some won, and humans failed, but some persisted. On the Eagle Mountain, which is surrounded by many poisonous corpses and is like a land of demons, a dark green phantom has appeared in that towering place, stirring the strange crucible and the ability of chaos. Reaching the limit at this moment, it was a sacrifice that used most of the souls on the planet.
And during this period, only about a day and a half, the Master Chief led the troops to carry out guerrilla warfare, extermination, and that zombie attack has been maintained many times, carried out many times, and completed many times, but the effect is not great , Ed Von Ka can avoid fatal attacks at critical moments every time, every time, every time.
Now the heroes of the Eagles of Destruction are hiding from the troops searching for them in the abandoned pipes of the hive city outside the Eagle Mountain. Chimera armored vehicles are covered with coating nets. A simple holy anointing can cover them to disable the enemy's divination instruments. The Master Chief was still worried.
It looks dark and dilapidated here, and the rusty pipes smell like blood, or the smell of blood is close to rust. This pipe is not pure gold, but a poor alloy, and it has been like this for hundreds of years. The inside of the pipe was completely blocked, and the mouth of the pipe was covered by gravel and many other things, blending in with the natural environment. If it wasn't for the mortal soldiers brought by the Master Chief who had grown up here, they wouldn't be able to find it here.
Twenty warriors were thus crammed here, but the pipes were better at concealment, and they had no fear of those who sought them, only the inability to waste bullets, any bullets, or the reserve blade of a chainsword.
The high-tech helmets of the Astartes can ensure that they can still be clearly seen in low-light conditions, so they just maintain the equipment silently, but the laser clips that have been used many times on the ground reveal their current status.
The mortals used dim lumen balls to maintain the light. The young mortal who used to drive the Thunderhawk had lost a lot of cowardice, and quietly took care of the equipment for the Master Chief.
The Master Chief picked up a plastic toy carved from the ground by a child, or a soldier friend who was serving here. It was a fake model of an Astartes warrior. It was rough, but you could tell from the vague Aquila mark on it. This is a space warrior.
Funny how their little base does attract Space Marines these days, does serve as a base, does provide security.
He was a little surprised by the damn sense of fate behind this incident, and was glad that he made his choice. During the guerrilla war, this place saved them a lot of inconvenience. But looking at the dwindling supplies and the enemy's almost complete ritual, he spoke .
"It's the third day. The battle at the fortress should be over. I don't know what's going on. The damn ritual here has produced spiritual fluctuations. It's too strong. Our communication has been completely blocked."
His human servant adjutant wiped his armor and brought in the few supplies in the armored vehicle. "My lord, are our reinforcements not far away?"
The Master Chief lowered his head, and his pupils, which had already begun to show strange purple, narrowed slightly. He felt a strange touch, and the whole world was pulled into a dark green dirty garden. He rubbed his temples, even if he was a superman of the Star Warriors Unable to persist in his will, he had no choice but to quit. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he stretched out his hand to take his bright red helmet.
"I can't wait anymore. Today, at a certain moment today, the ceremony will be completed. This world has been pulled to a weak point by some force like the Mandeville point. The gap between the supreme sky and reality has blurred, although I don't know them. What kind of spells are used to prevent the demon from appearing, but I think those powers are absolutely, and absolutely cannot be used for it."
He put on the helmet, confirmed the bayonet, the eye indicator flashed, and the nuclear power battery drove it to full power, the mortal servant timidly asked. "But my lord, we have just finished a guerrilla war."
"Time waits for no one..." The Master Chief's mind flashed again and again how the plan to snipe the enemy's commander during the guerrilla went bankrupt. He seemed to have the help of a god. Is the evil lord of this field protecting him?still?
His thoughts were forced by himself, this time he had to kill that bastard, anyway, he needed a plan...
He gathered the brothers' attention, with a short, quiet gesture, and motioned for them all to put on their helmets for conversation.
"The mortal troops of the reconnaissance team reported some time ago that the enemy may be having a headache with the materials for the last stage of the ceremony. Those equipment vehicles have already been activated, so they will take the risk of collecting some corpses and doing those disgusting things. This is our chance..."
"They will take away many of the already stretched troops to complete their contract with the Chaos Gods as quickly as possible, so we can attack the base."
"A few hours later is the last chance. I don't want to fail. No matter how much it costs, protect the souls of the imperial people in this world from being captured by chaos and become props for those bastards to sacrifice their power. Therefore, we need to kill that war lord!"
Those loyal combat brothers quickly replied, they have no complaints, as long as they can contribute to the continuation of the empire, death is not a big deal for the Destroyer Eagles, they adjusted their jumping backpacks, filled them with fuel, and the Chimera armored vehicles The supply capacity is not strong, and it is difficult to provide supplies for a team of 20, especially when there are ten Astartes.
This is the last chance for those knapsacks to jump, filled with fuel, wiped the bombs, and the Emperor's honor is shining on them, although now they hide in the old rusty pipes, there are many mortals on the outskirts The troops chased and intercepted them.
The Master Chief just said. "Get in the car." The elite Loanders and Space Marines walked out of the dark, narrow and lightless place. The warmth of the star shone again, and the light reflected on the beautiful armor reminded the Destruction Eagles that they were not mice.
Those heretic troops also feel loyal because of this, but what greets them is called bolts and lasers.
A few hours later, here, on the not-so-complete road near Tianying Mountain, several tanks were slowly crushing the abandoned civilian vehicles on it, or rough anti-gravity flight equipment, but no matter what, those equipment used to be Masters, the dignitaries of this world, have wailed in agony in the cauldron of the gods.
The creaking sound, the tracks crush the metal, and Ed von Ka sits on a command tank, watching the troops leave. From this point of view, he is indeed qualified as a commander, at least he really loves himself Soldiers of the Plague Lord, at the same time content with being the spokesperson of the Lord of Plague.
A crazy, beloved, but twisted war lunatic, he is also one of the empire’s most hated and least wanted enemies, because God knows what he will do for his beliefs in the end, and those noble identities satisfy his material needs. Therefore, he cares more about spiritual pleasure and thoughts of faith than most ordinary people.
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 this idea. However, its essence is just the difference between winners and losers.
His victory is a hero, a hero of heresy, and his failure is a monster, a monster of the empire, so he can't lose, and he doesn't want to lose. When his sharp eyes look to the sky, at this moment, he looks out from the observation hole and mutters. "Skat, Skat, what should I do? The ceremony is approaching, the enemy remains, the castle is destroyed, and the comrades in arms disappear."
It was not the cryptic words of his friend's soul that answered him, but the long and terrible attack siren, piercing and furious, as Space Marines soared through the sky in their jump packs, and bolt pistols slammed round after round of bullets in the Those sentinel heads holding fire on the sentry towers.
A Chimera armored vehicle used ingenious techniques to slide down the hillside on the side of Tianying Mountain, cutting off the reconnaissance tank's retreat and blocking it at the door. Dozens of mortal heroes stepped out of the vehicle and used shooting and cover to delay the precious Even in just a moment, they were surrounded by dozens of times the number of enemies.
Only the sky-flying Space Marines descended, defending their mortal friends in their formidable red and white armor, and fighting side by side.
Finally, the dilapidated camps, trenches, and messy things became the basis for the interdiction of the Space Marines. The Master Chief fell from the sky in front of the reconnaissance tank. He picked up the Falcon Sword and used a destructive stance to cut through the weak Salamander. Command the shell of the tank, then slay the heretical warlord to end it all.
The price was dozens of Space Marines and mortal heroes of the Empire, as well as his death, but even so, this was his most aggressive, craziest, and most desperate battle yet.
Several rune warriors crawled out of the body of the Salamander tank. They were too small compared to the space warriors who came. The Master Chief raised his weapon, and the explosive bombs easily took away the lives of those seemingly powerful warriors. Now his His reflexes, prediction ability, and even vague psychic abilities are far beyond those of ordinary people, and seemingly powerful freaks become insignificant in front of him.
At this moment, someone on the Salamander tank tried to raise the storm bolter, the Master Chief didn't react, he was dealing with the enemy, the hateful enemy, the heretic took aim, and pressed the trigger...
bang bang bang!The intense heat was fired, and it wasn't the Master Chief that could be dyed red, but the enemy's car body. Because the Chimera armored vehicle's multi-linked heavy explosives had already been fired, the front of the car that was facing this side was watching the Master Chief's battle all the time. Wow, shooting from this angle and hitting it right, the talent that that mortal minion showed at driving was amazing.
The things that allowed him to truly unleash his full capabilities were the Forge of War and the Captain of the Astartes. The Master Chief made an ancient gesture with his metal arm, his left thumb slowly raised. , palm fist, and use it as a silent compliment.
Then, the Falcon Sword violently inserted into the thin armor layer, sparks flying everywhere, the Master Chief put one foot on the front of the car to help exert force, the Destruction Stand buzzed, and finally, the entire crew member was torn apart , revealing the panicked driver and observer inside, as well as the noble Ed von Ka who pointed his deflagration pistol at the Master Chief.
"It's over, Destroyer Eagle and Roland won." The Master Chief said.
Ed von Ka said. "No, the Lord of the Plague will not abandon me, praise in the dark, but your corpse emperor will stand by and watch, no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to change."
The Master Chief looked at this lunatic in amazement, even though his bright red helmet dripped his warrior's blood condescendingly onto the noble lord's fair cheeks, he was still not afraid.
However, he didn't care, as long as he was sent to the highest heaven, the matter would be over, and when the sword of Destroying the Eagle was lifted high, this mortal would never be able to live again.
But this time, as he said, the Lord of the Plague favored him. A violent explosion appeared at the cover of the Chimera armored vehicle. Those loyal brothers, mortals, and the Chimera armored vehicle were suddenly violently pulled On, the strong spiritual feeling and the smell of the plague made the Master Chief lose his mind, so the long sword was misplaced, killing the unlucky pilot and tearing his flesh and blood apart.
But that feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar to the Master Chief, but soon, Ed von Ka suddenly shouted. "Scarter!"
"Skat?" The Master Chief hesitated, and repeated the words. Then he heard the sound of jingling bells and retorts colliding with each other. The dark reflection of a mortal is cast by the firelight. The shadow is very strange. From an anatomical point of view, he...or it, has no head!
(End of this chapter)