Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

Lieutenant Andrews, who belonged to the Order of the Sun Eaters, wrapped himself in a gray-black cloak. Through the too narrow field of view of the MK III power armor, he observed the attack of Ran Dan's army.

As always, he first saw the endless waves of the slave army. Like an ant nest that had been blown over, they gathered into a dense and confused legion, advancing at all costs in fear and panic, and then even more. Groups of soldiers fell down under the stranglehold of intensive firepower, bombs, landmines and barbed wire.

Those mortals, maybe they don't have the courage to face the several-meter-tall Randan soldiers, nor the strength to pick up the blade and chop off thousands of alien heads, but let them stay in the cold trenches and let them hold their hands Every bullet under his feet and every cannonball under his feet should be fired as accurately as possible. It can still be done.

For a time, thousands of muzzles were firing, and thousands of explosions were bursting out. Every inch of Lieutenant Andrews's field of vision was occupied by the smell of gunpowder and flames. He looked at the fire from every trench and every The fire-yellow steel barrages constantly spewed out from a fortress formed an airtight rain of death, just like a mechanical curling blade harvesting a ripe wheat field, dropping hundreds, thousands, and thousands of people in an instant. Death and carnage.

These cries of death poured out on Ran Dan's slave army mercilessly, causing bloodshed, roars and crisp sounds of crackling. This chaotic sonata spread for more than ten kilometers, even if they stayed on the front line. The medical troops at the rear could hear it clearly.

Andrews watched all this in silence, watching thousands of alien slaves being eaten alive by the fanatical firepower of the human defenders, or even more tragically: some unfortunate guys just had their limbs broken and fell to the ground, Their only way to die is to be trampled to death by thousands of newcomers.

But there are also some accidents that will occur. Andrews can see the outstanding ones among the slave cannon fodder. Either they are particularly lucky, or they have extremely strong strength and body, which allows these terrifying monsters to rush in headfirst. In the trenches of the defenders, they used claws, rage and irrational bloodthirsty madness to create killings.

When thousands of aliens of all types fell on the charge, hundreds of mutilated human corpses were also left behind in the trenches.

But to the armies of attackers and defenders, all this is insignificant and insignificant, just like the water droplets scattered when two huge waves hit each other. Thousands of lives are lost in the army. The battlefield is nothing more than a bunch of cheap objects that are worse than mounds of dirt, nothing more than the sand table is the most inconspicuous little flag, nothing more than a deal that benefits neither side: the human army curbed Ran Dan's offensive, but Their first line of defense was already crumbling.

And just when the battalion commanders and captains on the front line were arguing about whether to retreat or to hold on, with the second weird horn blowing, Ran Dan's second offensive gave almost no one a chance to breathe.

This time, Andrews saw a lot of familiar faces.

He saw the Hrud people who were enslaved and mind-controlled by Ran Dan. The Human Empire once contemptuously called these dirty, despicable, cunning and cruel monsters who could kill no matter how hard they killed them as [rats in space].

These aliens who are keen on drilling tunnels are still wrapped in their tattered cloaks, and their necks and upper limbs protected by silicate scales are now wrapped and irritated by the cables of the nerve-control collars. These cunning races run wild and kill like bloodthirsty butchers.

Behind the groups of [space rats] are the Oriti people who have been tortured until they have completely fallen into madness. They have slender multi-jointed limbs, thick leathery carapace and spider-like compound eyes, which are larger than two The Astartes were even taller when stacked, like a giant bug with four legs, which was disgusting.

Despite this, Andrews knew that these abominable aliens were actually rare pacifists in the galaxy. They made a living by scavenging, but this did not stop the Empire from constantly destroying their wandering fleets. Based on the methods of the Randan Empire, the empire's killing is actually a kind of [mercy].

And those that are taller and more terrifying than the Oriti Zerg are the famous [Basmemanik]. These aliens have beast-like bodies and full-metal shells, and can withstand the craziest bullets and bullets, and when their lives are exhausted He had previously wiped out entire battalions and entire companies of mortal soldiers.

But unfortunately, the home planet of this powerful alien exists near the area controlled by the Ran Dan Empire. Therefore, these ferocious and terrifying monsters are restrained and tortured by collars, and have to sacrifice their lives to kill on the battlefield. This scene will never happen in any Ran Dan Empire. They can be found throughout Dan's army of slaves.

Seeing these twisted or ferocious heads moving in his field of vision, Andrews even felt a long-lost sense of intimacy.

Everything was too familiar to him.

That was thirty Terran Standard Years ago. At that time, Andrews was a Dark Angel, part of the 50,000-man Army of Vengeance, following the then Legion Commander in the Horn of Morse. The galaxy is fighting with Ran Dan's southward force. It is a war that will never be decrypted or disclosed.

Even within the Dark Angels, it is a battle that is rarely mentioned. Former comrades may miss the ten thousand battle brothers who died in the Morse Galaxy, and shrewd officers may regret the five More than a dozen capital ships were sunk in the battle, and everyone in the legion remained silent about the fall of the Paragon of Abomination. The Queen of Glory was seriously injured by Ran Dan's drone, and finally overloaded its own reactor, interacting with countless others. Ran Dan boarded the ship and the army perished together.

But even with such sacrifices, Morse's Flesh Mill still lasted for several Terran Standard Months. It was not until Randan's head coach was beheaded that this bloody war ended with the rout and destruction of the aliens.

Andrews also participated in that battle. He performed his duties and bathed in blood on at least six different battlefields. At that time, he was a member of twenty-two orders or orders, but after the battle, this number dropped to eight.

Andrews will never forget Ran Dan's offensive: the consumption of the slave army can even last for several days and nights, and Ran Dan's main force either appears upright in front of them under the cover of artillery fire, and fights against each other, or from the shadow and light Attacks were launched in the center, and the most feared ones were the elite legions wielding psychic powers or forbidden technologies. The amount of blood shed against them was enough to make any Dark Angel unforgettable forever.

That’s all…

The painful memories flashed through the Dark Angel veteran's mind for less than a second before he once again focused on the real situation in front of him.

Surrounding and behind these [old faces] are at least hundreds of different alien creatures. Most of them are not known to the people of the Empire, and even other legions of the Astartes are not known to them. Wouldn't recognize these horrific monsters.

But Andrews was different. As a Dark Angel, he could easily identify each of them, but every time he identified them, his face became gloomier.

It was not until this brutal army tore through the first line of defense of the human defenders, and the sound of tearing flesh and flowing blood amplified infinitely with the strong wind, that the formation of Ran Dan warriors belatedly arrived. They were like Sharp bayonets shot out from the chaotic battle formation, all the way to the fortress area that was the core of the front line. Along with it were the iconic radioactive electromagnetic individual weapons of Ran Dan's main army, which only required a single salvo. It was enough to dissolve the entire permanent fortress into the dark black energy flow.

The energy flow like luminous energy sounded wantonly as Ran Dan's pioneer penetrated deeper, covering the entire front line of defense in a series of shadows and haze almost in the blink of an eye. Until a moment later, these bubble-like phantoms It was broken one after another, but nothing could be seen in the place where it once was: whether it was the fortresses that kept watch and helped each other, or the thousands of defenders stationed in them, they just disappeared out of thin air, without even a drop of blood being shed. .

The never-ending wind on the Sabis River swept across again with an unprecedented fury, as if an angry god was scolding.

And Andrews finally picked up the instrument in his hand. After a while, hoarse and heavy breathing appeared in his ears.

"Andrews?"

An inquiry came from the other end of the communicator.

"It's me. What appears here on the bridge is Ran Dan's main army. The ratio of their number of warriors to electromagnetic individual weapons meets the standard, and even exceeds it by a lot. It is very likely that the [upper overlord] is leading the army."

There was silence on the other end of the communicator.

"Need help?"

Andrews did not answer immediately. His eyes were running together with his thoughts, passing between countless burning trenches and positions, passing through the skyline dotted with densely packed Ran Dan's successor troops, passing from the countless Thousands of bullets and six shells passed over the huge corpse of Basmemanik, which was torn to pieces.

Finally, he spoke.

"One standard time."

"If I haven't sent back a report after one Terran Standard Time, I will send someone to take over our position."

"I see."

Veterans of the First Legion often did not have any protracted conversations or honorifics. After getting the answer he wanted, Andrews hung up the communication directly and turned around to contact several other members.

The first person contacted was the Techmarine, the only one not on the front lines at this time.

"How long will it take for Stormbirds to survive?"

"If it is to restore flight capabilities and part of the combat capabilities, it will take fifteen to twenty minutes."

"Speed ​​up, you know the combat power of Ran Dan's drone swarm."

"clear."

"How is [alpha] doing?"

"She has been staying in Storm Bird. There is nothing abnormal. She proposed to me to join the battle six minutes ago. Do I need to use her?"

"No, the situation is not that bad yet. To ensure her condition, the defense task at [the fortress] is quite heavy and cannot provide us with support."

"I will."

Andrews hung up the call, then connected to several new ones.

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"Crush, burn, annihilate, kill, don't let any aliens get past our defenses."

"Let them die."

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"Let them die!"

"Kill them! Kill them! Let them fall under our guns!"

"For the emperor!"

Sparse shouts responded to the officers' roars, and Latobis was among them. He was stationed at the back of the middle of the trench fortress, where the steel cables on the bridge could even be clearly seen.

There are approximately 25,000 human defenders stationed near the bridge. Due to the order of the Dark Angel, they are all stationed at one end of the bridge. Perhaps in the war across the star sea, 20,000 is not a huge number, but On the battlefield on the ground, this number means an infinity that cannot be covered by a mortal's vision.

The defenders dug countless trenches and built fortresses one after another, extending all the way to a place several kilometers away from the bridge and the bridgehead. When the first stage of the defensive line composed of trenches and fortresses had been destroyed by Ran Dan's army, While the ravaged ground was in a state of disarray, the soldiers stationed at the bridgehead could only vaguely see the flickering light of fire.

But when the first gap is opened, everything may be unstoppable.

Ran Dan's slave army took about half a standard hour to rush into the first line of defense, tearing or devouring at least a thousand defenders. Then, Ran Dan's soldiers rushed into the trenches and tunnels, steel The intertwining with blood soon transformed into a pure human cry.

Twenty minutes later, the second line of defense fell, leaving three thousand corpses behind.

After another fifteen minutes, the third line of defense was broken, and the loss exceeded 2,000 people.

Latobis crouched in the fourth line of defense, listening to thousands of creepy sounds coming continuously. All he could do was squat in the trench, constantly stuffing as much as possible in convenient places. bullet.

Rustling sounds kept ringing around him, and more and more soldiers were sent into the tunnel. Some of their faces were covered with sweat, and big drops of sweat kept dripping from their chins. Some of them looked like dead bodies. Silence, only the trembling fingers can reveal a little bit of the breath of living people, and some have been muttering something in a low voice, even silently, with their eyes closed, like praying.

This trench has never been as crowded as it is now, and even the slightest breath can form a large ball of hot air, burning invisible in the cold air.

This trench has never been as quiet as it is now. Thousands of lives are as silent as crowded corpses. Even the crying and wailing blown by the wind can easily slip into everyone's ears.

Just like the bell at midnight, the wailing sound brought by the wind gradually disappeared and became silent. Only the low roars of the crazy beasts and the wild laughter of Ran Dan's warriors soaked in blood were becoming more and more... Get closer to them step by step.

Close, closer again.

The sound of the wind became more violent and sharper. It slapped the cloth and stones, making a strange laughter.

Lathobis could hear the stamping on the ground. It was a sound that was not something that humans could make. He raised his head and slowly stretched out the cover. Countless people were doing this in countless places.

The main body of the third trench that had fallen was about a few hundred meters away from their front, and there were more than a dozen burning fortresses standing there. Vaguely, Latobis could see some tall figures standing out from the ground, which was affected by the high temperature and the fire. Out of the air twisted by the flames.

"So this is Ran Dan..."

He sighed softly.

In the eyes of the sergeant, creatures that only existed in the most absurd nightmares emerged from the fire one after another, just like the appearance of those man-eating demons in legendary stories: these monsters are very tall, very tall, and their bodies and armors are It is completely twisted, covered with weird spikes, scars and flails. Both the skin and the armor are wrapped in a disgusting black that seems to be burned, making it difficult to tell where is the torso and where is the armor. .

These monsters are holding huge weapons, or holding sharp swords tightly. A vague shield surrounds them. Under the flicker of the shield and the smoke, people can't see them clearly. Face, but just from the exposed tip of the iceberg, you can imagine how terrifying and ugly it is.

Those spiked iron boots were filled with blood, broken bones and flesh, and they walked through the burning land with a blind eye, marching towards another front.

"Fire!"

I don't know who gave the order, but the entire trench fell silent for a second because of the roar.

The next moment, guns and cannons fired.

Countless bullets, artillery shells and grenades were poured out along with the crazy and frightened shouts of the defenders. Everyone was roaring, everyone was shouting, and everyone was using their most desperate shooting to cover up the fear in their hearts.

Tens of thousands of Kisses of Steel pounced on Ran Dan's slowly advancing front. In this interweaving barrage, in theory, no living creature would be spared. Occasionally, Ran Dan's warriors would be knocked to the ground, as if they were injured. Generally speaking, but most of them just continue their slow progress, with ripples constantly appearing around them, as if thousands of stones are being thrown into the sea one by one.

The air became quiet again.

The first wave of shooting and firepower had been exhausted, but Ran Dan's military formation had no impact at all.

They moved on, slowly and ironically.

Close.

Closer.

Lathobis could hear the sounds of sobbing and the hesitant footsteps on the ground. Some people seemed to have gone crazy and kept whispering illogical words. He was not sure which ones were crying, timid, and angry. He didn't know whether he was the one who was crazy. He just emptied his mind and loaded bullets blindly, even though they seemed useless.

The footsteps of the aliens were closer, and Lathobis could even see the ecstatic smiles on their indescribably ugly faces.

He heard laughter again, it was not Ran Dan's, but the laughter in the wind, a suppressed and expectant laughter, just like a spectator looking forward to the next piece of music.

Just when he was still confused by this laughter, he heard another sound of stepping on the ground.

One and different voice.

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The voice came.

It was a huge, steady, and unmistakable sound of iron boots hitting the ground.

He's getting closer.

Uneasy neighs sounded from Ran Dan's battle line. The youngest Ran Dan warriors were eager to try, thirsting for the blood of their powerful opponents. On the contrary, those who looked more mature and vicious remained vigilant in a kind of silence.

The voice is still approaching.

It was not a sound that a mortal could make, but it also did not belong to those terrifying Ran Dan aliens.

Lathobis could feel his neck stiffening, and he tried to look back, but he failed until the voice passed by his figure.

At that moment, he only felt that the sun was completely blocked. An extremely huge, extremely powerful, extremely calm, extremely trustworthy and reassuring existence passed by him. He finally stopped on the rugged road in front of the trench. Standing on the uneven land.

It was an angel of death.

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Lathobis stared at the figure.

Staring hard.

A few seconds seemed like ten thousand years.

It was a black-armored warrior, with a helmet wrapped in a hood. He looked as tall as those Ran Dan monsters, or even taller. His right hand was on a huge sword, and his left hand was supporting him. He was holding a weapon they had never seen before, which was like a cannon. He held it on the ground with one hand, emitting an unsettling mixture of red and black light.

He just stood there on that land, like a lonely general, his torn cloak rustling in the fierce evening wind.

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of pupils, he just stood there in silence, and the weapon in his hand was also accumulating chilling power.

Just like this, I don't know how long it took, until a hoarse and strange scream broke through the dead sky.

A monster rushed out from Ran Dan's battle formation. It had a pair of blood-red pupils on its ferocious face, and its long and thin arms held a long purple blade. There was a moment that no human being could understand. With a loud war roar that could only be felt as instinctive disgust, it rushed forward like a wild beast, its black figure blowing a dark whirlwind on the land.

——————

The quiet angel of death raised his head.

The next moment, Ran Dan's head flew high.

No one saw clearly what happened, except that the sword was held tightly in the hands of the Angel of Death at some point.

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The battle begins.

The death of their companions may have angered these savage alien warriors, or maybe they were simply excited for a powerful opponent. In the blink of an eye, several tall shadows shuttled through Ran Dan's array, and several more Ran Dan's Dan warrior stood up.

They were holding swords or weapons capable of causing damage hundreds of meters away. They obviously had no intention of a fair duel. After standing still for a moment, they rushed forward in unison, and their excited roars intertwined into the most blasphemous song. vocal music.

Even the wind was sounding and furious, just like the war god was angry at this despicable siege.

No one could see clearly what was happening, at least mortals like Lathobis. They could only observe a black whirlwind rotating around the weapon standing on the ground, and the rubbing of the sword. The screams, the precise hits of bullets, and the incomprehensible but incomprehensible screams of the Ran Dan alien before it died were intertwined with the incredible and horrifying screams, filling every inch of the air above the land. middle.

After a few more seconds, it was over again.

I saw the corpses of Randan warriors lying on the ground in various directions, their strange black blood flowing sizzlingly between the stones and dust. The broken swords and severed firearms were like scattered autumn leaves, so broken that they were simply Out of shape.

And the Angel of Death is still standing there.

He stood in front of hundreds of Randan warriors, like a seasoned hunter facing a pack of hungry wolves alone on the snow.

This obviously pissed off some guys.

An unprecedented neighing sound rang out in Ran Dan's battle line. Along with the angry rebuke of this majestic voice, hundreds of muzzles were pointed at the Angel of Death.

But he was faster.

But his weapon was finally ready.

Lathobis only saw a pure black beam of light emitted from where the Angel of Death was standing. It was also covered with red electric current. This beam of light exploded in an instant like a punctured steel balloon. Opening up, it turned into thousands of tentacles and expanded in all directions, like an octopus looking for food, or like a hungry deep-sea beast opening its bloody mouth. This pure black curtain covered the sky in the blink of an eye. , before any of Ran Dan's warriors could react, it had already swallowed up everything in sight.

Whether it was hundreds of Ran Dan's warriors or everything in the trenches behind them, they only had time to shoot a few deadly bullets and flames before the disaster struck, creating endless smoke in the sand, and before the angel of death. Tiny scars pop up on the armor.

But it was not without gain. Scattered bullets were flying around the trenches. Some unlucky soldiers were hit directly. Their heads were scattered like rags, and red and white liquid flowed all over the floor.

It was only then that the ordinary soldiers who were surprised by this duel woke up from their dreams. They fell in the trenches one after another, and the voices of calling for medical soldiers kept coming and going.

Latobis was luckier: a bullet hit him in front of him, and the blown stones went deep like sharp arrows. One of them was deeply embedded in Latobis's right arm. , suddenly exposing Sen Bai's bones and tendons to the air.

When the sergeant reacted, he had fallen on the muddy soil of the trench, rolling on the ground in pain. The medic on the side rushed up, looked at his wounds, and then dragged him away.

At this time, the curtain fell, covering Ran Dan's military force without a doubt. It fell softly to the ground as if it were nothing, and disappeared like mist.

Everything is gone.

Hundreds of Ran Dan's warriors and at least a dozen times the slave army were shrouded by the black curtain that stretched straight to the sky. Their only cry was a few panicked shrapnel, which shattered more than a dozen mortals. The head or limbs of a soldier.

At the moment Lathobis and the other wounded were helped away from the trench, the order of the Angel of Death also reached their ears, although it was not directed at them, the wounded.

"Everyone, move forward and retake the front line."

"Hold, kill, annihilate."

"The war is not over yet."

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But just as Latobis and a group of wounded and sick people walked through two trenches and gradually approached the temporary medical position at the end of the bridge, he heard some kind of harsh and sharp sound.

Everyone heard it.

Everyone, whether they were soldiers, doctors, or the moaning wounded, raised their heads in unison, looking for that too loud sound under the most instinctive curiosity of mankind. It had enveloped the entire human defenders. position.

Then, they saw a black cloud, a black mist that condensed into an entity, a terrifying condensation that continuously gathered destructive power.

Before anyone could react, the mass of destruction fell from the sky without hesitation, hitting the ground before any warrior could shout.

"boom----!!!"

With this earthquake-shaking blow, the entire earth trembled, the entire front was shaken, and even the steel bridge spanning thousands of meters behind them let out an overwhelmed groan.

Tens of thousands of soldiers staggered and fell down because of the aftermath of this heavy blow, twisting and rolling around in pain in the trenches, telling the sorrow of mortals in this battle where bulls, ghosts and snakes were fighting each other. Some of them were too close and never stood up again.

The wind was sweeping, roaring, playing with an ecstasy that was almost crying, and telling the gods above the clouds their sincere appreciation for such a great weapon of destruction.

Sergeant Latobis's ears were bleeding uncontrollably. He subconsciously touched it and saw that half of his palms were dyed red. For a moment, he couldn't tell which parts were dyed from his ears. Blood, and some of it is caused by sharp stones scratching the skin.

He wanted to get up, but he found that he really, really, really didn't have any strength left. He squeezed out the last strength, tried, and tried again...

It wasn't until the fifth time that he firmly grasped the bodies of the medical soldiers beside him who had no movement or sound. Using his shoulders and arms as the fulcrum, he slowly stood up, only to find that the surroundings There was only a thick khaki fog that seemed to never disperse.

He wants to see something, he wants to discover something, he wants to know what it is. He may be walking, or he may not be able to go anywhere, he may be crying, or he may just stand there numbly.

But eventually, when his consciousness cleared a little, when he could finally realize what he was seeing, he finally discovered it.

It's not difficult because it's so big.

Lathobis raised his head and only looked at the huge shadow surrounding the front of the trench. It covered him, the entire position, and everything.

It was a mushroom cloud.

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He lost a warrior.

Maybe two.

Andrews stood in his position and looked at the huge, black mushroom cloud, silently covering the entire position.

He knew that it was not a nuclear weapon, at least not the kind known to humans. It was another mysterious, powerful, terrifying and blasphemous technology among the filthy technologies of the Randan Empire that were higher than those of the Human Empire.

Andrews closed his eyes.

He must have lost a soldier: the soldier who went to the fourth trench and was responsible for stabilizing the front, has now become the newest one among the countless sacrifices of the Dark Angels, along with the relic weapon in his hand.

Finally, he picked up the communicator.

"How's the Stormbird repair going?"

"I have been able to fly short distances again, but I am still unable to reach the [Fortress]."

"What about the combat function?"

"Part of the recovery."

"very good……"

Andrews paused.

"I need you to go to the rear of Ran Dan's army. They should have deployed a long-range fire position, which is enough to completely destroy our combat power out of sight. I can't spare any manpower now..."

"I see."

The tech sergeant was silent for a moment, just a moment.

"What should I do with [alpha]?"

"Escort her to the bridge and someone will take her."

"clear."

Then the sergeant ended the communication.

Andrews wanted to say something more, but he ended up saying nothing. There was only one thing he could do.

Picking up his weapon, he walked into the trenches.

Now, what is needed here more is a warrior.

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"What a powerful new weapon, isn't it?"

The assistant officer's heartfelt voice sounded next to [Overlord Carmen]. He rolled his eyelids lazily and followed his deputy's gaze.

It was a Ran Dan-style artillery position, some distance away from them. A group of Ran Dan soldiers were personally controlling the artillery inside, and the huge [God of War] was too large even by Ran Dan's standards. Big, slow and not very good at moving.

However, in view of its great power, these trivial problems were naturally ignored. After all, one of Ran Dan's most mature military technologies is the use of endless swarms of drones to plunder and defend formations. Naturally, the researchers at the rear could not imagine this. Something could tear through the wall of endless drones.

"New applications of electromagnetic technology, from the very beginning, which were extremely difficult to load, unload and maintain, to ship-borne weapons, are now detachable enough to travel with the military. It is said that the Academy of Sciences is already studying to further reduce its power and structure. Streamlined to form individual weapons, now only enough actual battlefield data is needed..."

The assistant officer's voice was chattering without the slightest hint of impatience, and those stupid [overlords] were also enjoying the power of this new weapon and listening happily.

Only Carmen felt annoyed.

Damn it, it wants to kill something, anything.

It wants to fight.

An uncontrollable impulse and desire was constantly roaring in Carmen's chest, like a carnivorous beast that was completely aroused, trying frantically to break free because of hunger.

It's trying its best to control, trying its best.

The instinct of a warrior and warrior tells it that if this beast is really allowed to occupy its chest, it will not be a wonderful thing.

But when it heard the continuous and seemingly never-ending narration of the assistant officer on the side, it felt as if it couldn't control its anger.

【war……】

[Just ahead...war...]

There was a war going on there, a grand, great war breaking out so close to him, but he had not yet joined in.

Those Dark Angels, those great opponents, if they don't hurry up, it will be too late.

"Next, we just need to..."

"enough!"

[Overlord Carmen] waved his hand and turned away the assistant officer's interest in continuing to explain.

"Can't we win victory by relying on swords and force?"

Its voice passed through the empty hillside, and after a while, the excited responses from the [Overlords] came.

"Tell them, prepare to [teleport]. I can't wait to kill something. The time for science and explanation classes is over. Now it's time for war, fighting and blood."

"So... who wants to join me?"

Hoarse cheers rushed out, and the ten blades were raised high, releasing their murderous loyalty towards the great declaration of [Overlord Carmen].

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"I've shot down twelve enemy planes."

"There are at least thirty more that are surrounding me."

The technical sergeant's voice came from the communicator, along with the sound of the Stormbird flying through Ran Dan's hail of bullets. Thousands of firepower either grazed the two sections of the wing or hit the body. It leaves scars that can give you a headache.

The technical sergeant reported briefly, while Andrews listened quietly. Neither of them spoke. There were some questions that the technical sergeant did not ask, and Andrews naturally did not answer them.

Until a real explosion sounded on the other end of the communicator, even Andrews could tell that this was no small matter.

"My right wing was hit and half destroyed."

Even so, there was still no trace of panic in the technical sergeant's voice. Just like every Dark Angel who had come out of Terra and lived to this day, his voice was only calm and silent.

"Can you persist?"

"No, I can't control the direction accurately now... Wait, I think I have found the position."

"There are more drones than I thought, Andrews, at least a hundred of them."

"I can't return."

He spoke quietly, and Andrews remained silent.

After a while, until the sound of bullets sounded more and more frequently, until the trembling of the outer shell and wings could be heard clearly even through the communicator, until the technical sergeant reported with an inaudible sigh. his last words.

"Only one gun, Andrews, I'm out of ammunition, I'm going to hit it."

"See you later."

"...see you later."

Andrews responded in a low voice.

Then, he heard a loud noise. Even though there were several kilometers of positions separated, even though there were hills and Gobi hills, and even though there were tens of thousands of Ran Dan troops fighting with the human defenders, He could still clearly hear the song that was born from the simultaneous disintegration of Storm Bird and the explosion of a strange weapon.

Songs of death and sacrifice.

that's all……

He lost another warrior.