Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 684: Death Battle and Peace

"Why is this Boss Pi here?"

Outside the warehouse, the company commander of the time travelers looked at the information sent by the time traveler in front of him. He hurriedly sent the information to Wang Ming, but it seemed that something was blocking the information from being sent. His tactical terminal was also unable to send out information, and the same was true when he handed it over to the artificial intelligence. It was as if the communication of the entire Sun Fortress had been cut off.

This is a bit problematic. The communication of the Sun Fortress was obviously normal before, so why did problems arise after they gathered here? This is definitely a trick of Chaos.

Since they knew Chaos inside and out, the time travelers were now very sensitive to everything. After confirming that this was a trick of Chaos, the time travelers also took out the most primitive means of communication. Given the size of the Sun Fortress, the corridors in it could be passed through even with vehicles, and there were also many transmission equipment in the Sun Fortress, as well as rail trains used in ships. So a very ancient type of soldier was brought out at this moment.

The signalmen used handwritten messages to transmit information. Some of them rode motorcycles, some drove vehicles, and some rode Terra horses in the corridors of the Sun Fortress. Anyway, there was nothing missing in the fleet, and as long as there was a need, they could put together an artificial communication system.

And just as this artificial communication system began to operate, the battle in the warehouse was quickly decided. The traversers were all wiped out, including the iron men. This was undoubtedly a normal situation. After all, for these guys to want to face a demon primarch was simply wishful thinking. However, facing this situation, the command of the traverser company commander was also very reasonable.

He gave the order directly, pointing all high-powered weapons at the warehouse door. At the same time, he also asked the think tanks who were still staying on the fleet to come here. They did not want to kill Perturabo directly, but wanted to let him know the consequences of invading the Sun Fortress.

As for this matter, a guy currently in the fleet is very suitable, Feng Fan. This guy is currently on top of the fleet. As a man who can break the defense of various demon primarchs and even Khorne, he still has the calmness of an old artist. First of all, he sorted out everything that could increase Perturabo's strength, and then went to the warehouse without rush.

However, at the same time as he was heading towards the warehouse, Perturabo also walked out of the warehouse. The first people to come out were not Perturabo himself, but the iron warriors who were protecting it. These things have now been corrupted by the power of Chaos, but their other combat capabilities have not weakened. Instead, they have become even stronger due to some transformations of Chaos.

However, these things could not hold out for long in front of various heavy weapons. From the first step they took in and out of the warehouse, various kinds of firepower kept hitting them. The defensive force field generators installed on them were quickly overloaded under the firepower of various weapons, especially the weapon specially developed by the First Regiment for defensive force field generators. This thing was similar to a self-programmable ultra-low-speed drone.

This thing can pass through the defense of the force field shield at a low speed, and then accelerate directly after entering the force field shield. The built-in explosive warhead will directly make the person hit feel the warmth as if he is back home. After all, this thing was originally designed to be used against Titans. If it weren't for the First Engineer Corps, they really couldn't understand the long-term storage principle of antimatter, then it is estimated that the size of this thing would have expanded several times, becoming a veritable single-soldier anti-Titan weapon.

After passing through the force field shield, this thing directly pierced into the body of the fighting iron man. The front killing part of it has a decomposition field generator, which can easily penetrate any armor. After all, the decomposition field, this thing cannot be blocked by anything.

As it passed through the armor of the Fighting Iron Man and entered its interior, the second stage of the explosion began. In an instant, the Fighting Iron Man was turned into fragments all over the ground. It exploded from the inside. Although the material near the inside of the Fighting Iron Man is actually as hard as the outer shell, it cannot withstand the single-molecule fragments in this thing.

Those fighting iron men were directly annihilated under the reasonable firepower deployment, but at the moment when those fighting iron men were annihilated, Perturabo in the warehouse also rushed out, and its figure was hit by countless firepower the moment it rushed out, but the strange thing was that those attacks seemed unable to stop its movements, and it just walked straight towards them under the firepower of the mortal auxiliary army and traversers.

"Something's wrong, this thing..."

Just when the captain of the time traveler was about to adjust the tactical deployment, all of a sudden all the firepower in the entire corridor stopped. It was not an attack, nor was it because the ammunition was used up, but because all the firepower suddenly stopped at this moment. All the weapons in the hands of the time traveler and the mortal auxiliary army had various failures at this moment, and the machine souls of all the weapons began to wail, and that wail could be heard by everyone without even the mechanical priest communicating with them.

It was a wail like the torture of purgatory, and the wail was so loud that everyone heard it. They looked at the misfiring weapons in their hands, and the pain seemed to be acting on them as well. They felt the pain of these weapons, and at this moment, the traversers also knew why Perturabo dared to board the ship. This guy's ability... was definitely related to those machines. Given Perturabo's relationship with Vashtor, a famous arms dealer in the subspace, he definitely had his own abilities in terms of those machines.

Thinking of this, the time travelers directly drew out the power swords at their waists, and those mortal auxiliary troops also drew out the power swords at their waists. In an instant, they threw away all the hot weapons on their bodies and opened all the power swords in their hands. The power swords were not affected by Perturabo's ability. Although the time travelers and the mortal auxiliary troops did not know why this happened, their power swords were the only weapons they could use now, and they only knew that this was enough.

Looking at the mortal auxiliaries and Astartes who were ready to charge at him with power swords in front of him, Perturabo was very satisfied with their performance. They were really a group of brave warriors, but their stupidity towards the Primarch would cost them their lives. In an instant, Perturabo rushed into the mortal auxiliaries and the traversers. In an instant, the whole corridor seemed to have turned into a meat grinder. The broken limbs of the mortal auxiliaries flew everywhere, and the same was true for the traversers. Even if their courage was so strong, the gap between them and the Primarch, which was like a natural moat, could not be made up by courage.

This is an absolute gap in strength, and there is no possibility for them to retreat. Today, either they kill that damn monster, or that monster kills them all. No one will take a step back, even if they watch their bodies being smashed into pieces by the hammer, they will not take even a step back.

The mortal auxiliary troops did not have the immortality of the time travelers, but their courage was no worse than that of the time travelers. Facing demigods with mortal bodies, they did not have the power of thermal weapons nor the strength of Space Marines. They held up the power swords in their hands and used their bodies to delay Perturabo's time, even if the delay was only a few seconds or minutes, but it was enough.

As long as they could hold this damn monster back, the subsequent support would definitely have more time to arrive. They must not let this damn thing enter other areas of the Sun Fortress. In those areas, there were their comrades who had been with them day and night, their friends who had grown up with them, and even their children and their partners. They could not take a step back. They would hold it back with their own lives.

Courage, loyalty, honor, and dedication, it seemed that the most beautiful virtues of mortals all appeared at this moment, and even made people feel a little unreal, as if no one in this world could do these things, but they did it. Human nature has always been complicated. Some people are afraid of death, while others are willing to sacrifice themselves for justice. This is human beings, a collection of contradictions, just like the complicated emotions in the subspace. The subspace is also a projection of the emotions and thoughts of all beings. There are countless emotions in it, but these emotions will eventually turn into the most extreme emotions in the waves of the subspace.

These chaotic and complex emotions will eventually turn into extreme chaos, which is exactly chaos. However, the emotions of those intelligent creatures in the real universe are orderly, with both good and bad.

The bodies of those warriors were flying in the air, and the battle cries for the God-Emperor and for the Protector of the Country echoed in the corridor. The light of the power sword was flashing. Everything was so cruel. It was so difficult for a mortal body to fight against a demigod, but it was also so great. Knowing that they were invincible, they still rushed forward resolutely. It can be said that they were stupid, but they could never be said to be cowardly. They used their lives to complete their mission for the God-Emperor and fought to the death with all enemies of mankind.

And just at the last moment, when a mortal auxiliary soldier stood up with a power sword supporting his body that would be pierced by the flying power armor fragments, Perturabo stopped the hammer in his hand. He looked at the mortal in front of him, and at the mortal corpses all over the ground. He recognized their courage. There was no need to say much about the brave. It was their honor to die in a battle against a Primarch. At least Perturabo thought so.

Just as Perturabo was about to swing his hammer at the mortal in front of him who was struggling to stand up and end his life, a series of flaming bombs suddenly hit him. Just as the series of bombs hit him, huge figures covered in flames suddenly appeared in front of Perturabo. They stood in front of the mortal auxiliary army, and the leading few figures covered in flames immediately launched an attack on Perturabo.

The flaming bombs kept firing, and Perturabo actually began to retreat under the impact of these bombs. As it retreated, it looked at the figures covered in flames. They were a group of Astartes with flames burning on their bodies. They suddenly appeared in the corridor, and during their attack, Perturabo felt a very familiar feeling. Those things were related to its father, and the relationship was particularly close.

"Angel..., have we completed our mission..."

The mortal auxiliary soldier propped the power sword on the ground with one hand like a crutch. He had already turned off the decomposition field of the power sword. He needed something to allow him to stand. He had to stand and watch those angels destroy the monster. When he saw the bodies of his comrades in the entire corridor, he finally cried. Sadness is also a human emotion. He talked to himself with a trembling voice. He knew that no one would respond to him, but he still talked to himself.

"Children, you have completed your mission, you have done better than anyone else, now you will find peace, children..."

His vision gradually blurred and his body gradually lost strength, as if the peaceful death would embrace him in the next moment and let his soul return to the Golden Throne. At the last moment when his consciousness was about to dissipate, he only heard a very gentle voice, and in his gradually blurred vision, a pair of white wings suddenly appeared in front of him. He accepted the tenderness and tranquility with a smile and gave his soul to the cold light.

"You! Impossible! Impossible! You're already dead! You're obviously already dead!"

At the same time, Perturabo, who was being suppressed by the group of Astartes in flames, seemed to have seen something that surprised him. He looked at the figure in front of him, at his brother who was obviously dead, and his tone was full of disbelief. But even if he didn't believe it, what could he do? His brother appeared, just like that, in front of him.

There was a gentle smile on his face, and his body seemed to be emitting a light that seemed to be able to dispel all darkness. That light, it was such a beautiful light, and the gentleness in that light seemed as if it should not exist in this desperate galaxy.