How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 78 flashes!Parmenio!
Hope is the furthest thing within reach.

Colonel Devorus has realized this sentence deeply in the past two days.

Two days ago, he and everyone in the station witnessed an exquisite orbit-to-surface spear bombing.Magnificent and fiery beams of light break through the clouds from different angles in the sky and fall to the ground, connecting heaven and earth.Fatal blows from different ships struck at the same instant with exquisite planning, vaporizing the corrupted buildings and facilities, and the Emperor's hammer fell, to the joy of everyone present.

Everyone can know from this that the Imperial Regent has arrived.But for Colonel Devorus, the regent did not come.

The enemy did not retreat because of this, but the offensive became more fierce.During these two days, their front has been forced to shrink until today.

It's not that he thinks he can counterattack today, but he thinks he will soon lose his first line of defense.

Walking corpses, poisonous clouds, buzzing poisonous insects, war engines wrapped in tumors and pus that somehow worked, and - Chaos Space Marines.

Just looking at them is already a great test of mortal will.

Devorus couldn't figure out how those horrible beings who were corrupted by evil forces, huge but shriveled, swollen but thin, were alive.From any point of view, they should have died of severe disease and decay, but they just didn't.Even Devorus, who was hiding behind the defense line, could clearly hear their laughter that was either muffled by phlegm or broken and hoarse by air leakage from the throat.

Uncomfortably, he tried to confirm for the third time in five minutes whether his protective clothing was intact.When facing the Plague Marines, a small gap is enough to kill people. Devorus naturally knows this, but he usually does not behave so neurotically as he does now.It's hard to explain. Maybe the mission as a troop commander is still too heavy for him, but...

All in all, he had a subtle, unclear premonition of good or bad.

"We have to evacuate after the next round of shooting." He said to his communicator, not wanting to think carefully about how many people were left on the link who could hear his order. "The damn poisonous cloud is getting closer." The closer they get, the faster they will swarm under the defense line. We must abandon this place and retreat to the next fortification."

Several tired but excited responses came from the communicator.This sounds contradictory, but on the battlefield where life and death are a matter of seconds, it is a quite common mental state, and I am afraid that Devorus himself is no less generous.

He forced himself to muster up the courage and poked his head out from behind the defense line again, looking in the direction where the enemy would attack.Then he happened to see a group of walking corpses staggering forward, triggering the traps on the perimeter of the defense line, and being cut into two sections by logging guns like cutting wheat.

It wasn't originally prepared for them, but that's okay.Devorus thought.On the battlefield, it was rare to encounter anything completely satisfactory, and he had long been used to this.But at the same time, he was also painfully aware that the next simple defense line was not as diverse as this carefully deployed line of defense in terms of defensive measures.

It is a great regret in life to be unable to bring the enemies of the Emperor the death they deserve, but as a mortal, Devorus understands that manpower will eventually be exhausted.He carefully lay on the wall and held his breath, squinting his eyes, trying to penetrate the yellow-green toxic mist not far away.As a commander, he had to find the right moment to issue the "shoot" order, repel the enemy's attack, and then lead all his surviving comrades to survive from here.

He held his breath like this for 1 minute, 2 minutes - then he had to shrink back behind the wall, and took a deep breath of the stuffy stuff in his protective suit, which really didn't smell very good, but it didn't stop him from breathing in. At the same time, the air melts away the oral mucosa and trachea.

He never issued the "shoot" order.This isn't right.

According to the rules they had figured out before, a small group of zombies would always be followed by some more threatening units.Either a Chaos Space Marine, or some kind of noxious smoke-belching war engine that resembles a "tank" that is immediately repulsive at first glance, or both.Only by repelling these things can one completely repel the enemy's attack and gain a little breathing time for themselves before they can regroup.

But now, there is nothing behind the zombies, not even more zombies.

This isn't right.Devorus thought.His subordinates apparently felt the same way.Uneasy noises came from the communicator, and Devorus had to take a moment to stop their random guesses about disloyalty before climbing up the wall again and looking in the direction of the enemy.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that the yellow-green mist in front of him seemed to be thinner.

At first, he was just glad that during the time when he slid down and argued with the communicator, there were no sudden and overwhelming changes on the battlefield.Immediately afterwards, he realized from the sign column 100 meters away that had been completely swallowed up by the dense poisonous fog that "the fog seemed to have become thinner" was not an illusion.

Immediately afterwards, he realized that there was some huge shadow moving in the distance obscured by the fog.

He knew that he should try to identify the shadow of something next, so that he could explain to his soldiers what kind of thing he should use to greet the opposite side to achieve better results.But he couldn't do this - the next moment after he realized the existence of the "shadow" in the fog, he was immediately attracted by the reason why the shadow was produced:

is light.

The light that appeared out of nowhere in the fog shone on something, casting their shadows in the fog.Devorus didn't want to analyze what the shadow was, he just stared at the dim halo wholeheartedly.

The yellow-green poisonous fog may dye everything in it the same color, but that round of light is very stubborn.Colonel Devorus was convinced at a glance, before it could clearly penetrate the thick fog, that the light was divine gold.This seems to be an instinct engraved in human genes, a resonance in the soul. Before the facts clearly fall into human eyes, the sixth sense has already informed them of the answer.

This was obviously a very strange thing. Such an anomaly appearing on the battlefield was worthy of raising the alarm within the defense line, but no one did so - even the communicator was silent.Devorus guessed that everyone who saw this scene was as fascinated by the light as he was, even if the shadows swaying in the mist were deformed and terrifying, even if they should still have their own responsibilities. .

The light paid no attention to them, it just grew on its own.It only took three seconds for it to transform from a small dim ball into a pillar of light that could penetrate the thick fog, and then it took another three seconds to split its branches, spinning and sweeping away all the corruption around it - that light It blew away the poisonous mist like a storm, took root in the decaying earth like a big tree, washed away all the remaining filth like flowing water, and burned away the stench in the void like a raging flame.

Devorus stared at this sacred scene with his mouth wide open in the protective suit, but he failed to see the end.In fact, many imperial soldiers within this line of defense were as shocked as he was staring at the changes in the golden beam, and they also failed to see the end: it became too intense in a few breaths. The light quickly lost its fog cover, burning their eyes, and temporarily blinding all those who forgot to look away for a few minutes.

These few minutes were pretty dark in every sense of the word.Not only were most of the soldiers panicked because they lost their vision, but also because the originally orderly trenches suddenly fell into chaos.Some people cursed loudly and abruptly, some people knelt down and cried as if they had an emotional breakdown. Some people forgot everything and only repeated the few prayers they knew in the Book of Sacred Words. Some people even ignored the prohibition and went crazy. It seemed like he was shooting randomly into the air.

Devorus admitted that he had done a poor job in those few minutes: his own mind was confused by the obvious anomaly just now.It took him a full twenty seconds to fumble and grab his communicator, but he didn't know what order to issue to it.After a minute and a half, the idea of ​​"notifying the political commissar" slowly came to his rusty mind, and then another 34 seconds passed before he remembered that they had no political commissar four hours ago.

In the end, he could only yell into the communicator in frustration, trying to reorganize the chain of command with his own senseless anger and intimidation.He felt that he was stupid, stupid, and made everything into a mess. However, after a short period of time, he slowly and naturally recovered his eyesight. At the same time, the soldiers inside the defense line finally looked like an army again.

He desperately blinked his eyes that were stimulated and still weeping unconsciously, and looked outside the wall again - there was no yellow-green smoke left at all, and his still blurry eyes could easily confirm that to this point.He couldn't see too far away yet, but he could tell by the shell-turned-up soil near the wall that the damn mold, diseased vegetation, and disgusting pus had all disappeared, and the earth only showed a Healthy and normal brown, unable to move or speak.

He didn't know what was going on, but he thought it was a good sign at the time.Then, he wanted to take a closer look at the targets in the distance that were slowly moving towards the defense line, but it was too difficult for him to regain his normal eyesight.

At that moment, Devorus could only barely see a golden eagle scepter shining brightly in the rare sunlight in the war zone.

　Miwu (no more).

　　What's wrong with short!Baby seals are cute because they are short! (squirming)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)