In the smoke, three towering executioners rushed out and stomped their little compatriots into meat patties. These terrifying siege creatures stabbed everything around them with their huge claws, enemies, and even bunkers. They were large beasts made of muscles, chitin, claws and spines, and were literally moving hills, and their heavy shells comparable to alloys could withstand all the weapons in the hands of militia.
Not only the militia, it is also a nightmare for the wailers. Even the Space Marines have to deploy heavy weapons to solve the problem. Its claws can easily tear open the Terminator and fearless armor. At least 12 warriors in the third company died under the executioner's claws.
They are real butchers.
And behind the executioner were hordes of warrior insects, and further afield, there were giants that were shocked by Sullivan.
It was a huge four-legged creature, like a knight mecha, with a huge mouth that was enough to swallow a Riemanlus. It was surrounded by countless tentacles with mouthparts, constantly rolling up the corpses on the ground and throwing them into the giant mouth like a meat grinder. The two rows of pipes behind it were constantly discharged from high-temperature smoke.
As the giant approached, the smelly breath made every militia's teeth tremble a little quarrel.
"It's over! Run!"
Finally, the morale of the militia completely collapsed, and they began to give up their weapons and flee backwards.
"No! Just stay here!"
Sullivan could only shout in despair:
"We're here to stop them! Form a formation!"
Suddenly, a sharp claw thumped down, and the crushed gravel splashed on Sullivan. He staggered to the side and saw a soldier in the company being pierced by sharp claws, struggling and shooting at the executioner.
"Remain...San Gilles..."
Sullivan immediately rushed over and stabbed the executioner's waist with his sword, making a one-meter-long hole. The painful monster turned around and roared, stretching out two other claws to try to stab him.
The Crying Corps flashed to one side and swept its ankle with a sword. The executioner could only shake and retreat and throw the warrior with his claws out, but before the warrior landed, he was torn into several pieces in the air by two warrior insects.
"Company Commander! There are too many people, we can't stop it immediately!"
"But the refugees behind-"
Just as Sullivan thought that he could fight for one second, the ground vibrated like never before, and the tremor was different from before.
"Damn it!"
He turned his head suddenly, staring with blood-red eyes, and saw an unknown stream of smoke rising from the takeoff area of ​​the airport.
"San Gilles..."
Inside the airport, residents who escaped from farms and cities were still in shock. They never thought that the so-called doomsday would be like this. Before the devourers from far and deep space appeared, the entire planet was trapped in a riot created by gene stealers, and everything was in chaos, and the planet's own weak management ability aggravated this situation.
As one of the most distant border areas of the empire, the lords were obviously unable to manage these worlds almost outside the light of the star torch at any level, so according to past experience, these distant colonies would be classified within the scope of the Great Diocese.
The so-called cathedral is the difference between the general diocese. Here, the state religion is dominant, not only a religious organization, but also a management organization. The cathedral generally reciprocates the star zone divided by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but it usually does not assume tithe responsibilities. The highest lord is usually a patriarch, and the capital of the star zone is generally a religious world. All lords in the place belong to the vassals of the state religion and pay religious tithes to the state religion. The reason for this system is that Terra is unwilling to invest any cost in such a distant world, and simply exchanges some benefits from the state religion as a tradable political privilege.
However, there are no restrictions on the cathedral. First of all, the state religion cannot break through the edict of taming, so the cathedral cannot form formal army and naval fleets. Each world can only have the most basic security forces. At the same time, the cathedral cannot establish large industrial facilities and can only have some basic industries. Therefore, most of the parish worlds are agricultural worlds, garden worlds, and cemetery worlds. In this case, the armed forces of the cathedral are very weak and rely heavily on the armed forces of the empire, which can be regarded as a means for the high lords to restrict the state religion.
But this weakness is placed too far away, and it will become a fatal disadvantage. Just like when the riot occurred on Sondheim V, as an agricultural world that specializes in supplying food to the religious world St. Casparen, it is mainly dominated by a joint group composed of the state religion and local aristocratic lords. Its reaction speed is not only slow, but even some aristocrats are infected, causing the situation to fall into unexciting chaos. The weak lord army cannot quickly suppress the rebellion, and the continuous increase in gene stealers naturally attract their real masters.
The attack is one-sided. If the crying wailers had not arrived and took over the planet's defense as soon as possible and organized the evacuation, I'm afraid that none of these more than 2 billion people could run away.
But even so, more than one billion people died within the first three days of the attack. In order to evacuate civilians, the Crying Team had to try every means to delay the sluggish tide on the battlefield, causing them to suffer huge casualties. Many companies had more than half of the casualties, and the third company was relatively serious, with three quarters of the losses.
But no company said that they would withdraw, and the crying people fulfilled their oath with their blood—
We die with glory by those whom we cherish!
But reality is always cruel. They tried their best to save the next part of the people. The fleet on the orbit has been struggling in the endless sea of ​​insects for a long time. In order to cover the transport ships to escape, the battle group's ships have lost two-thirds of them.
What's even more terrifying is that they have to continue fighting.
It may even be that their rescue seems futile, because the orbit has been basically occupied by Tyron, and only a few transport ships breaking through the planet can survive the tentacles of Tyron's biological warships. But there is no way. Staying on the ground will mean absolute death. As the agricultural world, this planet has no danger to defend. There is still a chance of surviving if you fight on the orbit.
The Crying Ones had not thought about sending a signal to ask for help, but the terrible side of the Tyran Zergs was that their appearance directly blocked all the Star Speech signals, and no information could be transmitted.
Perhaps only if the last group of residents evacuated can they escape from this bloody battle, and it will take time.
But time is not necessarily left to everyone. For example, the airport where the third company defended, just when the Space Marines were fighting bloody battles in front, there was a situation they could not imagine behind.
First, something strange happened in the sewer. At first it was a sparse movement and was mistaken for mice. But soon someone found some weird small insects crawling out of the iron fence or gushing out from the sewer, culverts and cracks in the walls.
Their long bodies have a pair of immature claws, their heads are separated from their abdomen, and their belly is covered with sharp hooks and bones. The mouth is larger than the body when it is opened, and it is full of sharp teeth.
Chapter completed!