Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 560: Cargo Transportation: Crane and Clam Fight

"All ships should not fight too long, and form an active defense line around the main ship. If you move too far away, we won't be able to rescue you.

All carrier-based aircraft are dispatched to block and intercept the enemy's boarding ships."

"Main ship escort sailors, assemble in areas S-14, H-5, I-7, and T-11. Ensure that as many enemy boarding crews as possible are intercepted."

"Captains, colleagues, this is the final moment. If we can hold on, we will have the upper hand in winning!"

Amid the rumble of alarms and explosions, the admiral commanded the fleet to make its final resistance.

The plasma gas in the nebula was stirred into a variety of colors by the passing fighter planes. The changes in light and shadow made the admiral clearly know that the number of aliens had increased again.

Rebos's information was completely correct, the alien troops were arriving in an endless stream.

The nebula that was previously used as a hiding place is now protecting the enemy ships from boarding.

In the mist, everything is moving towards an unknown ending.

This time, the Empire's numerical advantage disappeared, and the vast number of Eldar fighter planes were like flies in a ditch, overwhelming the sky.

In less than 15 minutes, all ships sounded the alarm of boarding invasion.

At this moment, Rebos was still trying to transport 1400 gene seeds to the hangar.

A gene seed is placed in a single culture tank. The pressure of the dimensional space is unstable and there is no way to place it in it.

Everyone could only pull an anti-gravity cargo hold each and rush to the hangar as quickly as possible.

"S-10, they are coming! The third squad is gone, it's Mandela, it's Mandela, cover fire! Cover fire..."

"H-2 channel encountered a large number of enemy forces, and now returned to defend the H-3 area...

Damn it! Those wrinkled Uguls are coming out of the ventilation ducts! They've broken through the defenses and we're surrounded!"

"Stormtrooper Squadron 11 is heading to I-5 for support. Please open the screen door..Ah! Fire! Fire!

Don't open the door! Don't open the door! It's the Aetherhounds, they've come through the portal, damn it, be careful in the elevator!"

"T-4, damn, they are destroying the pipes in the wall. They are Claw Terrors. Attack their faces, that's their weak point."

Listening to the shouts of various troops in the entire channel, the admiral's heart was already in his throat.

What's more crucial is that the fleet has now been divided by enemy ships, and will probably soon fall apart if it fights alone.

"Where are the follow-up troops? Come up!"

"Where is the cargo being transported? Is the signal blocked?"

"Are those from the Conspiracy coming up? The flesh and blood creations of the Haemonchi are approaching area S-14! Let the Crusaders hold on, at least until they reach the second passage!"

The defense was broken, the number of people was drastically reduced, and the alarm continued. The flies smelled the sweetness of the prey's blood and began to rush towards the target from all directions.

The admiral looked at the people being transported in the passage and couldn't help but worry whether they could fight against so many enemies.

"Commander-in-chief, the enemy is approaching... in all directions."

"Got it, leave it to me."

Hemiel gave his portion to Rebos, then rushed forward with big strides to clear the way for everyone.

The soldiers guarding the S-14 area heard "boom, boom, boom" as if beating war drums, and when they turned around suddenly they saw a golden light as bright as the rising sun.

Mandela appeared quietly in the shadows, and his bone-sawing sword went straight to the waist and abdomen of the imperial guards as fast as lightning.

Hemiel, who was dragging his halberd forward, seemed to have no reaction and his body just slid on the ground.

Mandela's eyes still wanted to catch up with the golden body, but he didn't know that the long spear dragged by the other party had already passed his waist.

The blue light of the decomposition field was as dazzling as the golden light on Jinjun's body. Hemiel's speed was not affected at all, as if killing this guy who gave the Space Marines a headache was just a piece of cake.

The sweep of the halberd was like the Overlord throwing his spear, several Mandrakes were cut in half, and the hunting dogs from the beginning of the Red Top Moon were smashed into meat paste.

Standing shooting is a fierce fire, and the storm bomb can blow the claw terror into pieces.

"Hold the line! Reload the Servants!"

The first order is to stabilize the morale of the troops, and the second order is to go back to the battlefield.

Hemir threw the halberd suddenly, and the Ugur that had escaped from the wall was nailed back into the wall.

The servitors transporting ammunition immediately dismantled the magazines and reloaded them, while Hemiel drew out the "Blade of Mercy" made of fine gold and moon silver from his waist and continued to deliver merciful deaths to the enemies.

He was like a whirlwind that rolled up thousands of waves of blood. The machine soul of the Blade of Compassion controlled the micro-molecular decoherence device in the blade on its own to help its master kill the most enemies with the least energy.

The armor of those conspiracy warriors could not stop the sharp swords, and those powerful true sons could not avoid the tall figure.

The speed that the Eldar were proud of seemed like a jog in front of Hemir, and the tricky and treacherous attack was completely seen through by the opponent.

To these aliens, ordinary punches and kicks seemed like nuclear bombs destroying the world, clean and neat without any unnecessary movements for them to take advantage of.

Hemiel seemed like a plug-in for the entire game, appearing on a battlefield that did not belong to him, just like everyone was carrying Xiaomi and rifles, but he appeared in a tank.

"You lowly insect, where is the Meng Kai you are talking about?

Where are your fighting skills that you forget yourself? Where are your physical fitness that you are so proud of?

Don't you like to use potions that don't belong to you? Come on, I'll give you a chance, use it!"

Although he said that, Hemiel didn't give them any chance at all. He was just venting his temper.

After all, in his more than 200 years of reporting career, this kind of battle was only of the lowest intensity, and crushing this group of ants to death was just a warm-up.

Looking at the enemies who seemed to be a calamity in the previous second, in the blink of an eye in the next second, they have become living corpses.

The guard sailors who truly witnessed the danger of the advance were all stunned. They had always heard about how great Astartes was, but it seemed that this one was even more of a legend among legends.

The people in the bow room who were watching the battle situation through closed-circuit communications dared not even breathe. Finally, they saw Hemiel taking back the halberd and running to the next location, and then they gasped in surprise.

They were not surprised, but only extremely shocked. Fortunately, the admiral still had his knowledgeable demeanor.

"Don't just stand there, everyone should do their job. It would be foolish to be carried away by this small victory.

Hemiel, be careful, there are more aliens heading your way."

"Again, leave it to me."

The admiral would sneer at anyone who said this, but now he trusts the other person unconditionally.

The Imperial Guards were just warming up, but... the same could be said of these damn aliens. More ships were appearing in the main ship's auspicious instrument.

Just when he thought it was still those slender looting ships, the ancient identification signal that appeared on the augur made his heart sink.

"Rebel Legion! Void Shield is the largest..."

The bursting spears of light lit up the nebula, and then the overloaded shadow force field burst out with an even brighter afterglow.

The third party who had been waiting for a long time finally couldn't help but want to take action. The idea of getting a piece of the pie made them unable to resist feasting on it.

Disguised as an Imperial ship, the confusing Shadow Field was met with fire from the Chaos ships.

This group of traitors of the Empire jumped out of the warp and tore a huge gap in the real universe, swallowing up a vast amount of nebulae.

Then, a flaming skeleton with horns on its head, another steel skeleton with spikes, the Word Bearers of the 17th Traitor Legion, and the Iron Warriors of the 4th Traitor Legion made their debut.

Those thirty or forty ships were fully prepared, and the silent roar directly tore through the Dark Eldar's defense line.

Both the Imperial Navy and the Dark Eldar were caught off guard, and the commanders of both sides were busy adjusting their fleets.

“This kind of supplies cannot be handed over to these damned aliens. You don’t know how many loyal believers the gods lost last time.

I have already stepped onto the floor of the Black Library, the Black Library, Honso!"

Erebus, the chief dark apostle of the Word Bearers, expressed the regret at that time in a vivid and moving voice.

Hong Suo, who had silver arms, silently tuned the receiver to a private channel.

The electronic sound of computing data or the constant clanging of the machine amplifier were much more pleasant to the ear than his big talk.

Hong Suo hated demons, but he hated Erebus even more, this disgusting Chaos believer who was completely in cahoots with the Space Suppression.

If he hadn't lost so many men on Catachan, he wouldn't have taken the risk of trying to seize the Imperial gene-seed transport.

Although Erebus is annoying, he is indeed good at summoning demons.

The stronger the demon he summons, the more powerful his demon engine will be. It can be said that the two of them can really cooperate with each other.

Even when facing those newly established legions, they were able to defeat them without any chance of success.

"Hunso."

Eribas interrupted Hong Suo's thoughts, he embraced him and said with great care:

"To be honest, brother, we are actually very similar in many aspects. I feel that this is a secret arrangement by God.

Think about it, we all have goals that we hold deep in our hearts and pursue throughout our lives.

But too many people do not understand our good intentions, even those colleagues who want to change the status quo of the empire cannot agree with us.

So much so that instead of disliking us, they hate us very much. Hey, we are all believers of God, why do we have such poor comprehension ability?

You are the best, my friend, my brother. Come on, if we join forces today, we can eradicate the false emperor tomorrow!"

"Idiot..."

Hong Suo responded in his heart, then pressed the button to release the imprisoned demon engine.

"Let's get it first. You'd better not let my investment go to waste."

"Hahahaha, no, no, I won't run into that bastard named Lin Heng.

But I still don’t understand, the Lin Heng you mentioned doesn’t look like the one I know…”

One was already difficult to contend with, and now another one comes. It's really like adding insult to injury.

At this time, the mutual escort team was about to arrive at H-5, and was still halfway to gathering Rebos's stealth fighters.

More and more enemies appeared on the road, and they came from all directions to send teams to attack.

The battle line formed by the crew members was retreating step by step, and fierce battles broke out in every corridor or corner.

The Dark Eldar who broke through the defense line swarmed in, and Hemiel had to reload the Servants more and more frequently.

He punched the Blood Orc-modified remains until its head burst open, and at the same time, he struck the three Chaos Eggs to the ground with his sword.

Although he is still in peak physical condition, who knows if there will be greater challenges in the future.

Just like now...the Word Bearer on the left is holding the body of the Crusader and scribbling on the wall while muttering something.

On the other side, the bloody witch came out of the arena and was dancing passionately while swinging the soldiers' "treasures".

A challenge to his patience.

"Hermire, the I-7 area in front of you has been captured. The 18th Stormtrooper Squadron is near you. I will have them take you to another location."

Hemiel took a deep breath, looked quietly at the two pieces of trash standing still, and replied patiently.

"No need, the path remains the same, I want the shortest distance, the nuns will provide flank cover.

Gan, Wen, Cui, hand over the goods to Rebos and clear the way behind. "

The three shield guards set out together, each choosing a dim corridor to rush into.

The frozen Word Bearer, upon hearing the noise behind him, dropped his body and turned around to run away.

Although the Bloody Witch intuitively felt that this guy would definitely be difficult to deal with, when she wanted to get back to the passage, the sturdy body had already crashed into her.

With a "crack", flesh and blood exploded on the wall. Such a masterpiece would be praised as a work of art by the Dark Eldar. However, Hemir did not stop for a moment and chased after the Chaos traitor.

When Hemiel walked through the corridor, the scene in the warehouse made him clench his teeth unconsciously.

The bodies of hundreds of armed sailors were piled together in various specific postures, and the blood and limbs formed strange words to weaken the barrier between reality and the subspace.

As several dark apostles chanted in unison, the flesh and blood sacrifice was ritually sacrificed to the Chaos Demon that had been waiting for a long time.

The Chaos creatures that reached a deal tore through the increasingly thinning barrier and entered the real space. The fel energy storm from Chaos began to sweep through the warehouse.

"Kill him!"

Two tall fleshy demons of the Space Marines rolled out, and several Word Bearers warriors also stepped forward to meet them.

With a glance, Hemiel knew exactly how to fight. The champion of the company was the winner, and the magic sword was eager to bathe in the blood of the imperial guards to offer sacrifice to the gods.

But when the swords of both sides collided and the cursed sword flew out of his hand, the company champion realized that the gap between them could not be made up by a sword.

"Crack!"

The halberd was held high as it entered the body, and the pouring barrage of bullets shattered the bodies of his colleagues.

"boom!"

Gan, the shield guard, broke open the door and beheaded the Word Bearers rifleman on the second floor with a single sword. He then charged forward with a huge shield, directly cutting off all the firepower on the second floor.

One of the imperial guards can still be fought, but both of them have to kneel down.

The soldiers in the battle were all equally matched, and the dark apostles could only focus their hopes on the demon that fell onto the battlefield.

Then another figure, several times smaller than the Imperial Guard, stepped on the opponent's halberd handle and jumped high. As the opponent approached, the demon's face became more and more distorted.

"puff!"

The Sister of Silence broke out of her body, spreading out with her dark curtain of negative spiritual energy.

Those dark apostles with chaos runes on their bodies were immediately weakened by three points.

Now, they knew that they were really finished.