Standard Terra Calendar 965.M41
Endymion Cluster, War 5th War Zone, Slgard Galaxy, Shepherd III Planet
With the final completion of a certain vicious ritual, the tides of subspace arrive at the physical universe with silent screams, and then the space is defiled by indescribable madness. Reality itself retreats. The screaming soul, under the control of some force, twists into some chaotic creation. In the vision of the psychic, it manifests as a huge black star, emitting poisonous light.
The next second, the entire planet fell into boundless darkness.
"Fuck it!"
After cursing, Tabo Morris, the leader of the 227th Modian Regiment, moved the telescope away from his hard face, which had been scarred for several times, and handed it to the political commissar beside him. The originally gorgeous blue military uniform was covered with dust, and the golden ribbon on his shoulders became dim, just as they were facing now.
The political commissar of Modian 227th Regiment picked up the telescope and saw that the thing on the road today walked out of the unknown night with a crazy smile and glowing eyes.
“They are coming again.”
Aitra is a medium-sized nest capital with a population of about one billion, but when the power of chaos envelops the planet, most people lose their minds at the first time - and can be sure that most people have transformed or are transforming into some kind of existence that deviates from the Emperor's Light.
However, this situation is actually not unfamiliar to the Modians.
Modian's iron guard comes from Modian, a small world with a crowded nest capital and scarce resources. Because Modian's rotation speed is synchronized with the revolution, Modian is always bathed in scorching light on one side, while the other side is shrouded in endless darkness. This further compresses Modian's already small area. Everyone is crowded in a small area on a dark side, with an area of ​​only one tenth of Terra's.
All Modians live in huge pyramid-like nests, with towers of steel and ceramics extending outward like mountains and growing into the sky, while all the resources on Modian are ruled by a class called the Protosses, who strictly control and distribute all biological materials.
The lack of resources and dim lights have shrouded all Modian cities in a depressing and gloomy atmosphere. The crowded environment will naturally breed all kinds of dissatisfaction. The Modian Iron Guards are the only guarantee between order and complete anarchy. Therefore, the Iron Guards will spend a lot of time maintaining order in the public when they are not deployed to the war zone. They will work hard and quickly crush any budding rebellion while protecting the world from external threats.
What made Modian's Iron Guard famous was a battle to defend the planet.
In the long and sinister history of the Inquisition, there are many stories about betrayal and horror, as well as many stories about the destruction of the world, the greed of human beings, and the silly victory of foolishness, especially when the power of demons is involved, most planets will eventually be destroyed. However, there are still some stories of human victory. In rare cases, even demons will be repelled in tenacious resistance and driven back into the void.
Modian is one of them.
Thousands of years ago, Modian was invaded by demons summoned by cult groups on the planet. The entire planet fell into tremors, the sky was ignited, the Chaos Ship was spit out of the subspace, and the death and fire rain were descended. Chaos Space Marines poured into the city and carried out a huge and bloody massacre for their evil gods.
The isolated Modian was left with their Iron Guards, and they did not let their homes down. Whether it was the demon, the Chaos Space Marine, or other monsters, the Iron Guards were not shaken. They stood firm and shot round after round of laser lights at the enemy's team, fighting with the enemy for every building and every street. Even the Chaos evil power could not quickly defeat these staunch soldiers. Even the Chaos Space Marines felt tired after countless futile attacks.
Although the Modian guards made great sacrifices, they won the most precious thing ever - time, the Empire's support fleet arrived, and the psychics in the fleet managed to close the Chaos Rift and disperse the demons.
The result of the Modian Battle was that the Modian Iron Guards were soon considered one of the most elite troops in the Astral Army and were deployed to multiple battlefields in the Milky Way. Therefore, the Modians were not very afraid of this sudden chaos trick, and were not as panicked as other Astral Army.
However, this does not mean that the situation will improve. In fact, based on the results of communication with superiors before, there are only a dozen regiments left in the Astral Army where Atra Clan is still insisting on, and behind them is the Clan Du spire, which is also the only place where Nlan Du still maintains electricity, void shields and communication facilities.
In any case, they had to keep here and wait until reinforcements arrived.
Modian's 227th Regiment was stationed on the south side of the Chaodu Minaret, a temporary fortress transformed with a hospital, as the outskirts of the entire defense line, which serves as a cover for the astral legions on both sides. It also has to take care of the refugee camp three kilometers behind the fortress. There are almost 50,000 surviving refugees gathered there, most of them in the middle and upper nests. Although the Ministry of Justice assisted, the 227th Regiment was forced to draw out 1,000 people to help maintain order, which made their originally tense troops even more embarrassing. Now there are only more than 6,000 soldiers who can fight, and when they first arrived at the Great Whirlpool, there were 15,000 people.
Tabo Morris picked up his pistol and took a breath, a ball of white mist rose in front of him, and the temperature was only about ten degrees.
More than 200 meters away from the hospital, streets and houses are burning, bringing precious light.
The cold air tasted like bile, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the role of subspace or his own psychological effect.
At this time, a crazy crowd had already rushed to the fort hundreds of meters away.
"Persevere, for the sacred throne!"
Tarbo Morris shouted, shooting his gun through a madman's neck that was scratching the barricade.
The madman, this is the word he used to describe them, concealed its horror in euphemism, but could not conceal their torn faces and their awkwardly open limbs, and the blazing light behind their bloodshot eyes.
They are now climbing over roadblocks, hanging themselves on a pile of dead bodies, blindly limping into the range of the laser gun, and from previous contacts, they can tell that they have lost all their minds, and they will start killing once they approach the target, and they are grinning throughout the process.
"Remember your oath!"
Chapter completed!