God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard Tyler Calendar, 942.M41

Armageddon planet, main continent, Hades Nest

4 months after siege— —

When he woke up, Hartman Paul found that his head was on someone’s thigh, or that part should be someone’s thigh, if the other person still had legs.

But there is no doubt that his regiment leader is completely dead.

But he was still alive, incredible, he survived again

Turning his head, he found that the priest was also dead, and the remnant in the white priest’s robe was lying on Hartman. · On Paul's body, a large piece of broken metal pierced through his forehead, as if he had a twisted horn.

The metal wall of the warehouse where they were a position was leaning exaggeratedly, blood was splashing in the room, and he could not move.

After that, he heard who was moving things, and then the sound of the item box being closed.

"Help me."

Hartman Paul shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Who is there? Please, come and help me."

"Sorry, company commander, I thought you were dead too."

Yes The new recruit Lunent's voice, and then he and I saw the big hairy hands stretched out, and then the big guy picked up the priest's body from him and clamped it under his armpit, and then randomly threw it aside.

Lunent was just a chef not long ago, but four months after the siege broke out, there was nothing left for him to cook in the nest, so he was naturally recruited to the front.

"I don't know why I didn't die, is there anyone else alive?"

"Yes, the correspondent is still alive, but he is injured, Neck is also alive, but The injury was very serious."

Lunent said regretfully:

"Wannis and Glass seemed to be fine. One gunner also survived, and everyone else was killed. "

Then, after the 26th attack of Greenskins, only seven members of their entire regiment survived, which is incredible.

"This is a miracle."

After Hartman coughed twice, he said softly:

"God Emperor blessed us."

Lunent shrugged and helped him sit up.

"Then next time Greenskins attack again, can the God Emperor His Senior come to help us personally, otherwise there will be seven of us, and it is estimated that a group of fart spirits will not be able to cope."

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"How is the position?"

As Hartman muttered, he tried to get himself up and tried to wipe the blood off his face.

"Sir, our position is just like that, a few pieces of broken bricks and tiles, and a heavy bomb that can’t be shot a few shots... our last leader was also embarrassed. Directly call the artillery to smash the position."

"This is the only way to defend."

shook the head, Hartman stumbled and walked dizzy two steps. Then he grabbed a piece of debris nearby to stabilize himself.

"Stand firmly, captain."

Luneng said, and the big hand grabbed Hartman's arm all at once.

"All Legions are dead, now you are our team leader... Your head must have been smashed very badly. You may have been in a coma for several hours, which is why I thought you did not The reason why he survived."

Hartman, who was successfully promoted from company commander to regimental commander, grumbled and responded. In these days, he himself has changed more than a dozen heads. He didn’t expect the last This post turned out to fall to his own head.

Since his withdrawal from position 39, Hartman has truly grown from an ordinary person to a "warrior", and there is only one reason for his growth--

Hate!

He witnessed the tragic death of his comrade-in-arms under the green leather wheels, and also heard the news of the destruction and ravages of his hometown. He has nothing left, and all that is left is the boundless hatred of Xenos.

As one of the "veterans" who withdrew from the front line, Hartman was immediately incorporated into the main force as soon as he withdrew to Hades Nest, responsible for defending the most critical area.

Now they are in one of the passages of the Southern Great Gate in Chaodu, behind which is a power station, which is responsible for providing energy for the entire region's Void Shield.

If it weren't for the protection of Hades's layers of void shields, they would have been shattered by the long-range firepower of Greenskin, so every power station is vital.

"Why haven't anyone come to meet us?"

Their regiment has been here for three days and three nights, and it stands to reason that there should be troops coming to change defense.

But the only Luneng who could speak, just shrugged.

"I don't know. I have to ask the correspondent to answer you later, he may know some reasons."

"Can the communicator still be used?"

"Part of that thing is now attached to his head, and the other parts are falling everywhere."

Hartman Paul sighed helplessly. Without orders from their superiors, they could not. Leave the position.

"Sir, try can you go now?"

Hartman Paul tried to move to the torn hole in the door, his vision was a bit blurred. My head is also aching, but I feel that there shouldn't be any major problems overall.

So he prayed to the God Emperor silently in his heart to thank him for his help.

"It's okay, it should be okay, thank you for pulling me out of there."

He then cautiously crawled out of the wreck and walked into a piece of shells. The impact came out on the open ground exuding heat.

all around a mess, the steel jungle is full of corruption and the smell of promethium leaking from the cracked fuel tank. A Chimera is burning. Hartman Paul can only thank God Emperor for them The blessing of this thing prevents this thing from turning into a ball of Fireball.

Correspondent Epirus is sitting on a fallen statue with the surviving naval gunner, the medic Vannis is on the edge of the steel fence, and the recruit Glass is staring at the corpses. He still did not recover from the shock of death.

Later, Luneng walked out of the wreckage with Hartman holding four laser guns.

"Look at who I found."

Lunent said with a smile with a grin, and the correspondent left and looked at the two in surprise.

"We all thought you were dead, company commander."

He is taking care of his left arm. The medical soldier Vannis has bandaged him. Given his Being wrapped into a big ball-shaped left hand, Hartman dare to say that the injury must be serious.

"My luck is not bad."

"It's true."

After the correspondent finished speaking, he moved in pain.

"What did you find, cook."

"Four laser guns, some grenades... At least we can do one by hand now, and I also I got some ammunition and a flare gun. I think we can use it in the future. By the way, there is also the commander's sword."

Speaking, he handed the command sword to Hart. Man's hands.

Looking at the riddled with scars sword full of gaps, Hartman felt a little sad in his heart.

"Correspondent, have you received any news?"

"I just wanted to talk about this. The superior sent an instruction. Most of the area we are in has already fallen. , All those who are alive must immediately retreat to the 39-12 defense zone."

It is not an unexpected result. At this level, Hartman has guessed that they can’t hold this area anymore. After all, The sound of guns and guns in the surrounding positions has been silent for a long time.

The key now is whether the road they retreat is still safe.