When Malajin stood in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, the huge dragon covered with carapace slowly poked out its ugly and huge head from the red clouds. Its eight strange eyes seemed to be staring at the tiny figure standing on the bloody earth.
Suddenly another spasm passed through his body, and a pair of lifeless eyes appeared in front of him.
"Get out!"
Malakin roared, waved his hands, but those eyes remained.
It was his own gloomy face, his armor turned black, and there were a pair of inconsistent wings behind him, withered black on the left and red on the right.
"...San Gilles needs blood and anger. The abyss you guard must be liberated. The abyss watchers, otherwise the crying will perish. You not only let down the people here, but also the emperor and the blood on your body."
Marakin turned around suddenly.
"No! No! This will drag us back into the darkness! We represent the kindness and redemption of San Gilles, absolutely not-"
"So you will fail again, just like the past, let disappointment and despair continue to entangle your soul..."
"Failed...No! I won't-"
"Captain of the Battle Team!Captain of the Battle Team!"
Malakin slowly opened his eyes, saw the anxious face of the Holy Blood Priest, shook his head and sat up with difficulty.
"Captain of the Battle..."
Beside Malakin, there are the second and fifth company commanders of the battle regiment, and they all looked at their battle regiment commanders with concern.
At this time, the commander of the Crying War seemed in a mess. The originally gorgeous armor was covered with scratches and corrosion marks. One side of the shoulder armor was directly broken, revealing the damaged server inside. At the same time, there was a huge cut in the abdomen of his armor, but it had been temporarily repaired by filling materials.
"I'm fine, the situation...how? How many people have been withdrawn?"
They are now located in the largest transportation port on the planet and one of the main evacuation points. More than 100 million residents evacuated from here, so they have become the area for the insect swarm to attack. Malakin was seriously injured and carried off the line of fire while fighting a fierce insect nest tyrant. At this time, you can still hear the rumbling sound of gunfire outside and the terrifying roar of Tyron.
The second company commander hesitated for a moment and said softly:
"Most of the stranded residents have evacuated, with only about 200,000 people left, but not long ago, the fleet sent a message that their power has reached its limit. Most of the ships have sunk or been damaged to no longer move. They can only use the Mother of Tears to conduct the last orbital assault, so...why don't you withdraw back to the flagship first, and leave it to us here."
Malakin shook his head, stood up, took a breath and said slowly:
"In other words, we only have the last chance to evacuate... hurry up and organize residents to evacuate. One can go...that is one, where are the other companies?"
"The first company and the seventh company have retreated, and the sixth company followed the last transport ship back to the track..."
Malakin frowned.
"Where are three consecutive?"
After hearing his question, the second company commander showed a painful expression, and tears fell from his face covered with ashes and bloodstains. He and the third company commander Sullivan were in the same group to undergo transformation, and they fought side by side in the same company for nearly a hundred years. They can be said to be brothers among brothers.
It is self-evident that the situation can make an Astartes cry, and Malakin's heart suddenly falls to the bottom.
"Three Company... Only one boy with the flag...Sullivan asked the boy to tell you that the Three Company did not let down the blood of San Gilles."
Malajin's face stopped at first, and then suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood in the next second. Her body swayed and might fall down at any time. The Holy Blood Pastor hurriedly supported him.
"Emperor...why..."
Malakin, who burst into tears, murmured weakly:
“…Why is this happening…”
After closing his eyes and gasping for a few seconds, he asked:
"Other companies...how is the loss..."
"Each company basically lost more than half of its brothers. The sixth company was in the worst situation. There were only 17 people left when it evacuated. Now the entire regiment can fight... there are about 250 soldiers."
Malakin didn't say anything at this time, just waved his hand.
"You go and organize the evacuation of residents immediately, and the company will also evacuate."
"yes!"
After the two company commanders left, Malakin looked at the Holy Blood Priest.
"Cali, how are the genetic seeds recovered?"
"There are basically all recycled, but unfortunately less than one-third of the fallen soldiers. This battle... broke our backbone, the commander of the battle."
"I know...I know...but how can we turn a blind eye to these civilians struggling under the giant mouth of the alien? Remember, the battle we participated in two hundred years ago..."
The Holy Blood Pastor was stunned at first, then nodded slowly.
"Of course I remember, the slaughterhouse Star 3..."
The Slaughterhouse Star III was a battle that took place during the Corinth Expedition. During the 698.M41 period, a WAAAGH led by the predator Scargel!!! pushed its power into the empire and occupied the Corinth world and established its fortress there. Calgar, who was then the commander of the Extreme Warriors, led a small-scale expedition against Greenskin under the authorization of the High Lords Council. The expedition consisted of 6 Space Marines regiments and 50 Star Army corpses. The Huglers were also participants and sent a strike cluster composed of 300 soldiers and the combat barge Storm Daughter and their escort ships.
At that time, Malakin had already served as the second company commander and was also the commander of the crying operation.
The expeditionary force quickly advanced rapidly and defeated Green Skin, but at this time Malakin noticed a world, which was the slaughterhouse Star III. This world was originally a mineral world. After being occupied by Green Skin, this group of cunning aliens did not simply destroy it, but instead took it for themselves. They threw all the humans they had captured before into the mine pit that looked like a bloody mouth. Tens of millions of humans, regardless of men, women, age and age, became Green Skin slaves, working day and night without distinction, and almost no food. Under this extreme squeeze, their average life was only 4-5 weeks.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After learning about the situation, the crying people were touched by the unfortunate experience of these imperial people and took the initiative to demand the liberation of the world. However, the Extreme Warrior Commander and Commander-in-Chief Calga was not willing to disrupt his strategic deployment because of this unimportant world. Due to mercy, he only reluctantly agreed to Malakin's request, but the condition was that the Expeditionary Force would not give them any additional reinforcements, and they could only use their own strength to "do good deeds."
Without hesitation, Malakin quickly attacked and wiped out the Green Skin defenders on the planet. At this time, there were still millions of refugees controlled by Green Skin on the planet. The arrival of the angel made everyone see hope.
But soon, Malakin discovered a problem in embarrassment. There was no tool to transport so many refugees in the fleet. All their aircraft combined only transported hundreds of people at a time. The Expeditionary Force Command did not arrange any large transport aircraft and transport ships to them. This little bit of ants moved takes a long time, but Green Skin would not give them such time.
Since this planet is behind the Greenskin controlled area, it soon attracted a large-scale counterattack from Greenskin, and Malakin had to stay on the planet with three hundred crying people to fight for millions of imperial refugees.
Green-skinned reinforcements rushed to the planet one after another, fierce battles broke out in orbit and ground at the same time. Faced with millions of enemies, the few wailers without the cooperation of the Star Army could only fall one by one, but in a few days there were only less than two hundred people left, and their fleets fought only the battle barges.
At this time, the captured inhabitants of the Empire made an amazing decision. They did not want the angels to sacrifice in vain, and all returned to the mine voluntarily. After praying to the emperor for the last time, they sent a signal to the Storm's daughter-in-their final request was not to be slaves of ugly aliens, but to die gloriously for the empire as free people.
With another wave of green-skin reinforcements coming, Malakin had no choice but to accept this result and finally chose to drop a deadly torpedo to the location of the mine.
Chapter completed!