Chapter 2820 The soul of the mourning hero has been exhausted (1)
When Malajin stood at a loss in the sea of blood and corpses, the huge, carapace-covered dragon slowly poked its ugly and huge head out of the red clouds. Its weird eight eyes seemed to be staring at the monster standing on the bloody earth.
Small stature.
Suddenly another spasm passed through his body, and a pair of lifeless eyes appeared in front of him.
"Go away!"
Malakin roared and waved his hands, but those eyes remained.
It was his own gloomy face, the armor on his body turned black, and a pair of uncoordinated wings grew behind him. The left side was withered black, and the right side was red with blood dripping from it.
"...Sanguinius needs blood and wrath. The Abyss you guard needs to be freed, Warden of the Abyss, otherwise the Lamenters will be doomed. You have not only failed the people here, but also failed the Emperor.
I have failed to live up to the blood on your body."
Malakin turned around sharply.
"No! No! This will drag us back into the darkness! We represent the goodness and redemption of Sanguinius, and we must not-"
"So you will fail again, just like you did in the past, and let disappointment and despair continue to haunt your soul..."
"Fail...no! I won't-"
"Chapter Master! Chapter Master!"
Malakin slowly opened his eyes and saw the anxious face of the Holy Blood Priest. After shaking his head, he sat up with difficulty.
"Chapter Commander..."
Next to Malakin were the second and fifth company commanders of the Chapter, and they all looked at their Chapter Commander worriedly.
At this time, the Chapter Leader of the Lamenters also looked in a miserable state. The originally gorgeous armor on his body was full of scratches and corrosion marks. One side of the shoulder armor was directly shattered, revealing the damaged server inside. At the same time,
There is still a huge cut in the belly of his armor, but it has been temporarily repaired with filling material.
"I'm fine. How is the situation...? How many people have been evacuated?"
They are now located in the largest transport port on the planet and one of the main evacuation points. More than 100 million residents have evacuated from here, so it has become a key area for the swarm to attack. Malakin was killed in a fight with a ferocious worm nest tyrant.
He was seriously injured and was carried off the line of fire. At this time, the rumbling gunfire and the terrifying roar of Tyran could still be heard outside.
The second company commander hesitated for a moment and said softly:
"Most of the stranded residents have been evacuated, leaving only about 200,000 people. However, a message was sent from the fleet not long ago that their strength has been exhausted, and most of the ships have been sunk or damaged to the point of inoperability.
If we continue to move, we can only use the Mother of Tears to conduct the final orbital assault, so... why don't you retreat to the flagship first and leave this place to us."
Malakin shook his head, stood up, took a breath, and said slowly:
"That is to say, we only have the last chance to evacuate...hurry up and organize the residents to evacuate. If you can leave one...just one, where are the other companies?"
"The First Company and the Seventh Company have withdrawn, and the Sixth Company has followed the last transport ship back to orbit..."
Malakin frowned.
"Where's the Third Company?"
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 batch to undergo transformation, and they had fought side by side in the same company for nearly a hundred years.
, can be said to be a brother among brothers.
It was self-evident what the situation was that could make an Astartes hero cry, and Malakin's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
"The Third Company... there is only one boy with the company banner... Sullivan asked the boy to tell you that the Third Company has lived up to the blood of Sanguinius."
Malakin's face froze for a moment, and the next second he spat out a mouthful of black blood. His body immediately began to shake, and he was about to fall down at any time. The Holy Blood Priest quickly supported him.
"Emperor...why..."
Malakin, who was in tears, murmured weakly:
"...Why is this so..."
After closing his eyes and breathing for a few seconds, he asked:
"What are the losses of other companies..."
"Each company has basically lost more than half of its brothers. The sixth company is in the worst situation. Only 17 people were left when they were evacuated. Now the whole group can fight... only about 250 soldiers."
Malakin said nothing more at this time and just waved his hand.
"You should immediately organize the residents to evacuate, and the company should follow suit."
"yes!"
After the two company commanders left, Malakin looked at the Holy Blood Priest.
"Cali, how is the recovery of the gene seeds going?"
"What can be recovered... has basically been recovered, but unfortunately not even one-third of the fallen soldiers. This battle... broke our spines, Chapter Commander."
"I know...I know...but how can we turn a blind eye to these civilians struggling under the alien's maw? Do you still remember the battle we participated in two hundred years ago..."
The Holy Blood Priest was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Of course I remember, Slaughterhouse Star No. 3..."
Slaughterhouse Star III was a battle that took place during the Corinthian Expedition. In 698.M41, a WAAAGH!!! led by the Raider Scagle pushed their forces into the Empire and occupied the world of Corinth.
Having established his fortress, Calgar, then Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, led a small expedition against the Greenskins under the authority of the High Lords Council, consisting of 6 Space Marine Chapters and 50 Astra Militarum.
The Legion joined the war, and the Lamenters were also a participant, sending a strike group consisting of 300 warriors and the battle barge Stormmaiden and its escort ships.
At that time, Malakin had already served as the commander of the second company and was also the commander of the Weeper operation.
The expeditionary force soon advanced with great success, beating the greenskins back steadily, but at this time Malakin noticed a world, namely Slaughterhouse Star No. 3. This world was originally a mining world. After being occupied by the greenskins, this group of
The cunning aliens did not simply destroy, but took possession of it for themselves. They threw all the previously captured humans into the mine, which was like a bloody mouth. Tens of millions of humans, regardless of gender, all became green-skinned.
Mining slaves work day and night with almost no food. Under such extreme oppression, their average life span is only 4-5 weeks.
After understanding the situation, the Lamenters were touched by the unfortunate experiences of these imperial people and took the initiative to liberate the world. However, Calgar, the Chapter Leader and Commander-in-Chief of the Ultramarines, was not willing to disrupt his strategy because of this unimportant world.
Due to human feelings, they 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 things."
Malakin did not hesitate and quickly attacked and eliminated the greenskin defenders on the planet. At this time, there were still millions of refugees controlled by the greenskins on the planet. The arrival of the angel gave everyone hope.
But soon, Malakin was embarrassed to discover a problem. The fleet did not have the tools to transport so many refugees. All their aircraft combined could only transport a few hundred people at a time. The expeditionary force headquarters did not deploy any large transport aircraft and transporters.
The ship was given to them, and it would take a long time to move this little ant, but the greenskins would not give them such time.
Since the planet was located behind the green-skin-controlled area, it soon attracted a large-scale counterattack by the green-skin. Malakin had to stay on the planet with three hundred Lamenters to fight for the millions of imperial refugees.
Greenskin reinforcements poured into the planet in waves. Fierce battles broke out in orbit and on the ground at the same time. Facing millions of enemies, the few Lamenters without the cooperation of the Astra Militarum could only be one.
They fell one after another, and within a few days there were less than two hundred people left, and their fleet was reduced to only battle barges.
At this time, the captured Imperial residents made an astonishing decision. They did not want the angels to sacrifice in vain, so they all voluntarily returned to the mines. After praying to the Emperor for the last time, they issued a message to the Daughter of the Storm.
Signal - Their last request is not to be slaves of the ugly aliens, but to die gloriously for the empire as free people.
As another wave of greenskin reinforcements arrived, Malakin had no choice but to accept the outcome, and ultimately chose to drop deadly torpedoes at the location of the mine.
At the end of the battle, there were less than 100 warriors and a few successfully launched green-skin ships carrying a small number of surviving people back to the scarred Stormmaiden battle barge. After nearly a week of hard fighting, there were less than 100 warriors.
300,000 refugees were actually rescued. For the Lamenters Chapter, this was a tragic failure. More than two-thirds of the expeditionary warriors were lost in one operation, and less than one-tenth was rescued.