Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 424: Bone-chilling Iron Torrent

"Hiss... huh... how many days have we been defending the smelting factory?"

The political commissar asked, trembling in his leather jacket. His emotions had drifted away with the white mist. He kept pacing left and right with his hands curled up under his armpits, trying to find some warmth in this way in the cold mining world.

"Hiss... It's been 105 days. My balls are almost shrinking into the side of my prostate. This damn weather... Whoosh, whoosh, I really can't stand it."

Another sentry huddled in the corner of the watchtower, shivering and complaining as he stretched his hand over the flame-spewing promethium heater.

Far away from the warmth brought by the stars, the mining world is filled with depressing landscapes composed of gray-black rocks and endless white snow. In such a place where no grass grows, no one knows how the orcs maintain their body functions.

"Political Commissar, although our subordinates had a lot of opinions about you at the beginning, after getting to know you for a long time, we found that you are actually very easy to talk to. You even...hiss...you do the hard work of standing guard yourself."

White mist gushed out of the sentry's face towel, further frosting his face. The political commissar laughed, looked at the unchanging inverted colors in the thermal imaging telescope, shuddered and said:

"Oh...what else can I do? It's for the empire."

"Huha... for... Ah Qiu! Damn, why is the thermal insulation performance of this sentry tower getting worse and worse? I'm going to go out and check if there's something wrong with the pipes. Political Commissar, thank you for keeping an eye on it for a while."

The political commissar waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. Compared with going outside, looking through the telescope was not a big deal. He adjusted the output nozzle of the promethium heater, and the whirring sound of the burning made him feel more at ease.

However, the outside temperature was 4° below zero, so frost formed on the windows. The frozen pipes and machines made a "dong dong" sound, and the long and empty sound echoed in the mining area.

But as the fog gradually climbed up the glass, at least the indoor temperature did rise.

"Good job, kid. You're really good at it."

Listening to the creaking of the sentry tower door behind him, the political commissar warmed himself by the fire while praising the soldiers who had returned. Although the cold made their noses red, it also made certain smells particularly noticeable.

The smell of warm blood.

"who!"

A fluttering black shadow came rushing over, and the howling cold wind from outside immediately ravaged the sentry tower which had just been warmed up. A chill ran down the political commissar's spine, and he subconsciously drew the pistol from his waist, but before he could see clearly who was coming, the cold touch of the gun was erased from his mind.

Looking at the arm that fell along with the gun, the political commissar felt as if his lungs were sucked out. He no longer needed to look at who the comer was. He just desperately stretched out his bleeding right arm to narrowly block another stab.

No matter how his body was cut, at least he pressed the alarm button before he lost consciousness, his heart stopped beating, and he fell to the ground. The sharp alarm immediately pierced the peaceful environment, and the lights of the entire smelter were brightly lit.

The dark creature was not afraid. It squatted on the face of the political commissar. Its slender limbs revealed its identity. The Kabbalah warrior from the Poison Blade Conspiracy took out a communication device and said cunningly:

"The plan works. We will wait for the orcs to fight with the humans, and then destroy their void shield engines. This will attract more troops to concentrate in this area, and it will be easier for us to take advantage of other places to attack."

The alarm broke the silence of the night, shattered people's already unhappy dreams, and disrupted the orcs' plan to break through the smelter's foundation.

The orcs below the smelter cursed loudly. Although they didn't know why humans discovered them, since the alarm sounded, it meant that they had been discovered. They had no choice but to install explosives above the cave to detonate the little remaining soil.

It was thought that the orcs had to retreat into the mines because of the ice age, but it was unexpected that they had opened a tunnel and headed directly to the smelting factory from underground.

In addition to the dust floating around in the dozens of collapsed areas, there were more orcs with roaring gunfire. That group of orcs armed to the teeth were far more than the Snakebite Clan could compare to. Among them were also large and small fart killing cans and death iron cans.

They chattered and made a lot of noise, and despite their different modifications they all had one goal, which was to saw, shoot, roast, and blow up with thunder, anyway, to kill everything they saw in front of them, if the orcs were in their way.

The defenders in the smelter acted quickly, artillery and heavy machine guns were quickly in place, the Double-Headed Eagle Roadbed Macrocannon was loaded, the plasma annihilation platform was charged, and after the Void Shield Engine Generator deployed the shield, the noise of war shattered the wind and snow.

The colonel guarding the factory immediately sent a distress signal, and all troops within 50 kilometers of the surrounding area were mobilized immediately, hoping that more intense fighting would not break out in the other side's war zone.

"The void shield can hold out for another three or four hours. I think we can hold out until reinforcements arrive. We can focus our firepower on his large mechas. If they keep their engines running, they'll be courting death if they push forward."

The colonel thought so, and less than ten minutes later, the reinforcements connected to the communication channel gave him greater confidence.

"The Fire Covenant Chapter, Battle Priest Xi Ze leads a company of 120 recruits to attack from the northwest side of the factory. Please pay attention to the friendly fire attack."

The colonel quickly pointed the telescope toward the northwest of the factory. On that deserted snowy plain, a group of orange-red and black-armored warriors were roaring and charging towards them.

He quickly told the soldiers below to pay attention to the crossfire, and ordered each automatic artillery to provide covering fire within fifty meters in front to ensure the safe arrival of the Astartes.

The orcs immediately saw this group of tall warriors, and those orc boys holding knives and axes immediately changed direction happily and charged towards this group of strong men who could bring them more impulses.

The recruits immediately engaged in close combat with the orc boys, attracting the ground troops while quickly moving towards the factory.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the battlefield and a tornado rose up. Although it was not powerful, it covered the sky with snow. The Zakli Think Tank used psychic power to change the environment, allowing the soldiers to quickly pass through the firefight area. With the support of the factory defenders, everyone completed the assembly relatively safely.

This should still be the Soul Drinkers

"Oh, you came so quickly. Thank you angels for your assistance. The 114th Snow Mountain Regiment of the Star Army would like to express our gratitude to you."

The Astra Militarum colonel took two steps at a time and bowed, crossing his hands in front of his chest and hooking his thumbs together to form the imperial symbol of the double-headed eagle.

"You're welcome. We were tracking the Dark Eldar lurking on the planet. We received a distress signal and came to lend a hand."

Just when the colonel was excited about the assistance of Astartes, the Zakli Think Tank poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"There are also Dark Eldar? Damn, will they also cause trouble this time? What a bunch of bastards."

"Even if there aren't any, they must be lurking around. Brother Caesar, disperse the new recruits. Leave 75 of them on the front battlefield, and the remaining 40 will go to important nodes to guard against sneak attacks from the Eldar aliens."

Pastor Caesar nodded and immediately summoned the new recruits who had not yet caught their breath to go back to the battlefield. Think Tank Zakli stood outside the corridor of the factory, looking at the orcs crawling out from the underground, raised his hands and began to prophesy again.

Although there was no naval fighter bombing, no armored regiment to cover the flanks, and the figures of the orc machines were constantly increasing, their battle line was getting closer and closer.

But at least the identities of the visitors made him feel at ease. They were all super soldiers who had undergone multiple surgeries to strengthen themselves. With the help of reconnaissance power armor and powerful weapons provided by Riza, they could at least match the number of his several regiments.

The factory colonel thought so, but before the smile on his lips could last for 5 seconds, a buzzing sound in the factory behind him made his back feel cold.

"what's the situation!"

The colonel asked the communicator anxiously, but he already knew the answer to the question. After he turned around and said this, the missile with a flame tail blew through the wall of the factory, exploding a fireball that chilled him to death.

"Take cover!"

Just as the think tank said, the void shield engine has stopped working, and there is no intact company guarding the engine below the factory. Even those who are still alive have been disemboweled or skinned, leaving only the sinister and evil laughter constantly echoing in the corridor.

"Captain! Rocket Boy's suicide attack destroyed our road-based macro cannon, and the plasma annihilation platform was destroyed by the missile. The orcs' advance is too fast and we can't withstand it!"

Double-headed Eagle Roadbed Macro Cannon

The colonel was startled by the signalman's voice. He looked at the bunkers on the east side of the factory and found that most of them had collapsed. He could also see howling orcs killing the retreating soldiers.

The Death Can used its huge drill to break through the outer city wall. Without the threat of the main gun, the automatic cannons that had lost their range could not threaten the enemy's lives.

After taking off the cracked mask, the cold air outside almost froze his lungs, but the momentary pain made him much more conscious.

Panic spread among the crowd and he needed to make a decision quickly...

"Everyone retreat into the factory, use the narrow terrain to deal with the orcs, and continue to send distress signals. Even if we can only summon a tank, we must kill a few more orcs!"

The colonel bit his gums until they bled. He stepped forward to wake up the think tank who was still kneeling on one knee. However, before he could reach out his hand, Zachli opened his one eye and said to him with a smile:

"Brother Captain, your courage has touched the Emperor. Today is not the time for you to meet Him."

The colonel was confused. He looked in the direction the think tank pointed and said, "You are an angel. Isn't that a gift from God?"

Confused, he picked up the telescope and looked at the ice and snow storm of strange scale. When he saw the objects in it clearly, the stray bullets flying over his head did not seem so dangerous for a moment.

"No, the basis for winning this battle is your courage. Accept the praise that belongs to you," said Zachli.

The colonel understood why the storm was a little strange, because unlike the small tornado that Zachli had just created using his psychic power, this time the storm was a torrent of steel that came from a crack in the sky.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his excited shouts echoed all around.

"It's the Armageddon Iron Legion! We are saved!"

"Greetings from the 42nd Armageddon Mechanized Corps. Sorry we're late. We'll kill all of these aliens as a sign of our sincerity."

The calm voice of the legion commander was heard from all the walkie-talkies that could be heard. A steel torrent formed by nearly a thousand Leman Russ tanks and Hydra anti-aircraft vehicles stretched horizontally for more than several kilometers. They formed an arc and moved directly towards the orcs.

Obviously, steel feels even colder in such a cold wind, but the roar of the rolling steel torrent still makes everyone's blood boil.

Although the orcs shouted even more jubilantly, they had no so-called advantage at all under such a large number of tanks. The factory defenders stopped retreating and jumped out of the bunkers and started fighting with bayonets.

Although these tens of thousands of orcs would surely be annihilated if they stayed indoors, they were so excited by the scene that they completely ignored the fact that they might die.

Repeated bombardments drew a curtain of smoke in the sky, and the red that followed blew up the mechanical creations, blew up the orcs into dust, and blew their charge into collapse.

The orc fearless beasts that the technician boys were proud of collapsed and fell to the ground, and the fart spirits and killing cans that were originally clamoring turned around and ran away. No matter how tough the King Kong was, it could not withstand such a large number of flood-proof bombs, so the dark elves who received the news also started to run away quickly.

Repeated collisions and cuttings cut into the orcs' troops. The torrent of steel was like a wooden plow plowing a field. With the command chain completely broken, chaos began to arise among the orcs.

Repeated crushing painted the charred earth with bright colors and filled the potholes with flesh and metal. No matter how brave the orcs were, their roars were gradually drowned out by the rumbling sound of the tracks.

One on top of another, fart spirits, boys, mechas, layer upon layer, dirt, flesh, metal.

Less than 20 minutes later, the orcs retreated to their underground nests. Zachli looked at the battlefield filled with gunpowder and breathed slowly. The colonel beside him sat down on the collapsed wall, took off his military cap and combed his hair with his hands, so nervous that he was sweating. In addition to being happy, he also sighed:

"God-Emperor protects... Armageddon... Phew... But it's all crushed into the ground, and we'll have to call a Gorgon forklift to dig it out and roast it over a fire..."

"Yeah, maybe we need to clean the tracks to avoid them getting everywhere..."

Zachley looked at the colonel, and the colonel looked at him. The two looked at each other and burst into laughter again. The joy of surviving the disaster rose to the sky among the bunkers.

The 42nd Mechanized Corps left a regiment of tanks to guard the factory, and then divided the troops into six groups and deployed them to nearby war zones.

The colonel sent out four companies to clean up the battlefield, kill those orcs who were still alive, and burn their dangerous corpses.

They also found a lot of electronic helmets. Some of them had extremely high-tech designs, which made Caesar, Zachli and others feel something was wrong.

They stood in front of the dead orc boss, watching carefully the still rotating camera above. While they were thinking about the need to report the hidden danger, on the other side of the camera, the end point of the signal transmission, in front of thousands of screens, Rebos was also watching them.

"Stark, I think it's time to land on Ryza."