Chapter 136

Honestly, Tuck is an elite of the Imperial Guard.

But, except for a very small number, very individual, only existing in individuals, or legendary Imperial Guard, the average strength of most Imperial Guard, if thrown into the 20th century, is basically a super soldier king.

But even such a super soldier king, on many battlefields of the Empire, their greatest value can only be regarded as a kind of consumable.

If the Imperial Guard is the Emperor's coin, then Astartes is a large-denomination banknote, a more advanced consumable.

Although it looks very cruel, this is the reality of the Warhammer universe.

Astartes, who have undergone nineteen biological transformation surgeries, have completely detached from humanity in a sense and become an existence like a "demigod."

Back to the topic, understanding the gap between the two sides can more significantly understand what "Emperor's Angels" are!

Tuck and others almost risked their lives to break through the line, and with the cooperation of dozens of Astartes, they were chiseled through with a momentum of breaking through.

Those small daemons could not cause any fatal damage to the Astartes wearing ceramic steel power armor at all.

Their proud speed, under the millisecond reaction of Astartes, was even slower as if pausing.

How absurd is it?

Lyon held the bolter rifle and even played an operation like opening a cheat, locking heads in the air and killing in seconds!

This scene, thrown into the 20th century, would definitely be regarded as a mouse spirit attached.

But in front of Astartes, it belongs to basic operation.

Three squads covered each other and advanced, and soon they killed out of the daemon group in the upper nest.

Under Tuck's guidance, Lyon led the squad members to return to the gathering place together. A group of desperate civilians, when seeing the tall and majestic "Emperor's Angels" wearing armor, were moved to tears and couldn't help but kneel down to pray for the Emperor's mercy.

Lyon listened to the prayers of those people, and a trace of unbearable flashed in the eyes under the helmet.

But, he finally hardened his heart, crossed the praying people, and found the target person for the first time according to the auspex scan.

"Report to the Captain, target person found, confirmed alive."

Lyon immediately reported this discovery.

At the same time, in the strike cruiser above the space orbit of Loser, Raymond heard this news and was suddenly refreshed: "Very good, I will let the Thunderhawk gunship return, carry the target person, and all squad members, return to the cruiser immediately!"

Lyon opened his mouth slightly, but finally said nothing, and sighed lightly.

"Are you leaving?"

Tuck had a soldier-like look. Since knowing the Astartes' goal, he had no awe, and asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

Lyon was silent for half a second and nodded slightly: "This is an order."

"I understand."

Tuck puffed on his cigarette and grinned: "That's fine, that kid is not simple. I always feel that he will definitely do something big in the future, unlike us old guys, who have lived for half a lifetime, die if we die, it doesn't matter."

During the conversation between the two, Priest Aluman brought Alvin over, looked at the tall Astartes, and said indifferently: "People, I have handed them over to you. From now on, no matter what accident happens, it has nothing to do with me."

The responsibility is divided quite quickly. Alvin's mouth twitched, turned to look at the Astartes, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

This is the first time in two lifetimes that he has truly seen the Emperor's Angels!

This armor is too damn handsome!

Huh? Why is there a toilet, it's Guilliman's kid!

"You are Alvin Valerius, right?" Lyon verified his information according to the process: "I am Lyon, the commander of the 3rd tactical squad of the Watchers Chapter. Ordered by the Captain, I will take you back to the strike cruiser on the satellite orbit."

Hearing this, Alvin was suddenly stunned. He seemed to realize something, suddenly turned his head with blood-red eyes, staring at Tuck and Priest Aluman: "You... let me go alone?"

"Otherwise?"

Tuck flicked the cigarette ash, still that rogue-like smile: "I don't want to run anymore, and I can't run anymore. This place is quite suitable for burying me. You kid is different, your life is valuable, you shouldn't be buried here with us, get out quickly."

Priest Aluman's voice was also cold: "Don't think of us as too great. I saved you just to borrow the power of the Valerius family to see if I can suppress the heretics. Only when you retreat can they have no scruples, so get out quickly. The matter here... has nothing to do with you."

Alvin was stunned. He originally thought that even if he couldn't help everyone, at least he could help those within his power to escape this damn planet!

But... why in the end, no one was willing to leave?

Could it be that they are all waiting to die on this broken planet?!

"No, you all have to go with me!" Alvin suddenly became stubborn, staring at them: "Otherwise, I won't go either!"

He is afraid of death, but what he is more afraid of is... falling down like this, leaving behind even the people who helped him, and then rolling back in a gray way.

In that way, what is the difference from Rashid who is a coward!

Is he worthy of the dead Inquisitor Winnie?

No!

A voice exploded in Alvin's heart.

But unfortunately, Lyon was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, grabbed Alvin with one palm, like carrying a chick, and walked out of the camp.

The Thunderhawk gunship in the sky was already shuttling through the clouds, preparing to descend.

But at this moment, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the clouds. Its blood-red and ferocious shape, as well as its huge wings, stirred the airflow and clouds, refracting a terrifying shape!

The moment Lyon saw that creature, his pupils shrank suddenly: "No, let the Thunderhawk gunship withdraw quickly, that is... Hell-Drake!!!"

But, his reminder was a step late.

Boom!!!

The scorching flames sprayed by the Hell-Drake directly melted the Thunderhawk gunship!

The huge explosion sound came from the clouds. The Thunderhawk gunship was blown into pieces, and the terrifying posture of the Hell-Drake was completely reflected in everyone's eyes!

"It's a daemon engine! There is a daemon engine here!"

Lyon's roar spread throughout the communication array.

Suddenly, most of the daemons that were restrained in various places, as well as Khorne's heretics, seemed to have gone crazy and surged here!

In an instant, the entire defense line was in jeopardy!

"Disperse, hold the defense line!"

While Lyon gave the order, his left-hand bolter rifle and right-hand power sword stood alone in front of the surging daemon tide.

The blood of heretics is the Emperor's reward for the loyal!

They do not fear sacrifice, let alone fear Chaos. In the name of Macragge, in the name of the Primarch "Roboute Guilliman," they will never betray their oath!

But, no one expected that an "accident" that caught everyone off guard happened.

Thanks to the three masters "Jia who feels dignity," "PhoeniAI," and "Angel Non-human" for the tips~ Thank you very much, kowtow!