Chapter 1006: Knocking the mountain and shocking the tiger
Standard Terra Calendar, 954.M41
Extreme Star Domain, Demet Star Zone, Pandora Galaxy, Pai Shang Star
Faced with Abaddon's long-term meditation war, Soshiyan also felt the restlessness of the Dark Angels and other Astral Armies. He knew that if he continued to sit and wait, he might not be able to wait.
So he decided to launch a beating operation, with the goal of weakening the besieged Black Legion and forcing Abaddon to make a decision.
The surrounded Equisus troops knew nothing about this. In fact, the Chaos Lord was still dreaming of the center of blossoming.
His idea is very simple. The Great Raiders will not abandon them and will definitely launch an attack. At that time, they will cooperate inside and outside and will definitely be able to severely damage the imperial troops!
The main players did give him some signals. Although the empire surrounded the entire fortress tightly and blocked all electromagnetic and psychic signals, Abaddon still sent some instructions.
The most important one is—
Hold firmly!
Of course, there is a prerequisite here, that is, they can persevere.
Therefore, it is very rare that he ordered the ban on all attacks without orders, and the armed reconnaissance of small units was not allowed. He wanted to preserve every force and prepare for the "counterattack" in hope.
But it would be hard to say whether the enemy would give him this time.
"Sir, we lost contact with the team sent out to contact the rear. We moved the communicator to the external terrace, but there was still no news. The psychic miasma became more and more intense. The Eye of the Subspace of Vargas was almost blind. He reported that a fluorescent ghost passed through the fog, but he could not accurately locate it."
After hearing this series of bad news, Erquesus had a very bad premonition.
"I'm going to the war room and let the officers wait for me there."
His adjutant took a few steps back, bowed and left.
"There is something in the air of this world that makes the warriors weak as water, Sain, they all whimper at me 'care' and 'defense'. You are a good warrior, I need your cruelty."
Serne, the captain of the Berserker Commando, bowed.
"I feel honored, sir, the Blood Team is happy to fight with you."
Erquissus nodded after waiting, allowing the Berserker's strode away to relieve his nervous nerves.
When he arrived at the war room, almost all the officers stood quietly in the war room.
Vargas, the Word Bearer, lowered his head, and the Eye of Subspace was clouded.
The adjutant and the captain of the Havoc Motorcycle Team were walking, almost wandering around each other, obviously they were disagreeing.
Vargas then ordered them to report.
"The slaves were anxious and even riots happened. Something was about to happen! We must prepare to attack!"
The captain of the Havoc Motorcycle Team made a hoarse voice.
"We are the world-devourers, not the warriors of steel! We should not hide behind the walls, the blessings given to us by the blood God, the blessings brought by His hatred, fire, blood and pain!"
His armor-covered fingers bent and clamped tightly, as if to grab the tension of the air.
Erquesos listened and hesitated for a moment.
This was the first time he felt a strong feeling, an attempt behind his unrecognizable thought.
He could not see so clearly as a wizard, nor could he imitate the words to predict the future, but the thousands of years in the eyes of fear made him face the ebb and flow of all subspaces.
Something is nearby, brewing.
Then he raised his tomahawk to express his silence—its top now looks like the head of a roaring hound.
"Say, Vargas! See through these walls: Tell me what you saw!"
"Sir, I... am not sure yet. I saw the pattern, something moving... I can't say... a thought... an image... a rapid air..."
The voice of the Word Bear becomes harsh, and the World-Eater interrupts him.
"It's obvious enough. The Empire is planning a sudden attack to catch us off guard, right? How do you say it quickly?"
Now he really smiled, feeling the nervousness disappearing instantly from his back.
"Prepare to defend, call the veterans' squad—"
Just at this moment, the first plasma jet hit one side of the fortress church, and the sound was like the sky was torn apart.
The dull roar disappeared into the rolling dust, the groans of the masonry buildings, and the crazy shouts coming from the hall.
Erquisus looked straight ahead, remained silent for a long time, then jumped onto the terrace, and others followed him.
They can only stand up and watch.
The world has been flooded by enemies, and the slithering storm ruffle gunboats slid down from high altitude, passing through the walls of the church, and they could even clearly see the marks of the dark angels above.
Erquesos could hear the sound boom sounds of the aircraft when it launched missiles. The missiles came at a staggering speed. Each group of galloping afterimages quietly entered the fortress in an arc formation, and then sparks were blown up on their respective fortifications and buildings, and the ground fire rose and left again when it began to fire.
It seemed that after only a few heartbeats, the fortress had been surrounded by the influx of imperial troops. The main part of the team was local militia and starrymen, among which the galloping Chimera and the roaring heavy tanks were crowded with thunder eagles and storm crows.
"Counterattack! Counterattack quickly!"
Soon, the Empire's offensive began to be responded.
The sound of thrashing and bursting came from the wall as slaves and cultists ran heavy martial arts, and the tracer bullet's fire began to touch the figure wearing green bulletproof armor.
Erquesos stepped to the edge of the terrace, regardless of the bullets coming from above, and wanted to see the fireballs and smoke, but he had only time to take a look before the adjutant pulled him away from the edge.
"Sir! It's very dangerous here! We can't stay!"
"Am I so afraid of death?!"
Erquesos cursed secretly, almost able to raise his axe to the adjutant, but a beam of laser swept across the terrace, carving the rocks, causing the melted gravel to collapse from the wall behind them.
The next second, he nodded solemnly and coldly, and led the army of officers toward the bottom of the fortress.
The palace covered in ruins was noisy and chaos, and the slave lords roared and waved their thorny whips, but their charge was not ordered.
Only then did Equisus realize that someone had activated the crazy potion too early.
The slaves ran back and forth, screaming and waving sticks, and the pistol-squirting flames and shrapnel made the hall a hell of chaos.
Erquisus passed through a group of naked, bloody berserkers, and bullets bounced off his armor.
"Walk with me! The enemy is approaching, and we will cut them through! Let's walk with me!"
With a command, all the world-swallowers around him turned around and followed him, and their red and black helmets approached him on the sea of shaking believers' heads.
The roar and roar mixed into the mortal cry; the beastman also followed him, and Equisus made a grim smile on his back.
In the name of the Blood God, he will fight for the battle.