Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 73

  Chapter 73 Be lenient with them

  Opal frowned, years of experience in fighting the enemies of the Emperor made him well aware of the cunning and viciousness of the aliens.

  The previous tunnels had flickering lumen lights, but the tunnels here are completely dark, and there is a problem at first glance.

  Opal raised the bolt gun in his hand and aimed at the source of the sound and the source of the light.

  The servo system in the helmet hums, and the display panel of the helmet simulates the ballistic trajectory.

  As long as he pulls the trigger, the explosive bullet in the gun chamber will be fired, killing the target, or even blowing it to pieces.

   Just when he was about to pull the trigger.

  A skinny man walked out of the darkness trembling with a miner's lamp filled with inert gas and designed in the shape of a portable kerosene lamp.

  Seeing the warrior in power armor hiding in the shadows, the man trembled in fright.

  Seeing the caliber in the opponent's hand that was thicker than his own wrist, he was frightened and collapsed to the ground.

   "Compatriots?" Opal was stunned for a moment, then put down the mask of his helmet, revealing a resolute face with a hideous wound.

   "Emperor..Angel??"

   Seeing the face under the helmet, the man was stunned for a moment, unable to believe what he saw.

   Surprise appeared on his face, followed by deep fear.

  Opal keenly sensed something was wrong.

   "Run!" The man yelled.

  At this time, in the depths of the dark tunnel, a bright plasma light emerged, followed by a heat wave.

  Eight consecutive basketball-sized plasma light spheres shot out from the depths of the tunnel, swift as lightning.

   "Look for cover." Opal yelled, and pulled the trembling man by the hand to hide in a sunken earth pit.

   The plasma ball passed through the air, and there was a faint smell of ozone.

  The air is decomposed by electric ions to form ozone.

   Opal lay tightly on the ground, a high temperature warning came from the sensor module on his back.

   Once hit, the ball of plasma is powerful enough to melt ceramic alloy.

  Opal saw a comrade's signal rune flashing a few times, then it turned red, and then disappeared in the team's communication channel.

  He looked towards the position of the comrade in arms, and the standard power armor made of ceramic alloy was directly penetrated and melted into molten iron.

  The broken body fell to the ground, and twitched unconsciously.

  Opal felt sad in his heart.

  The voices of other team members came from the communication.

   "No, Ducos."

   "Poor Dukos, may he return to the Emperor's arms."

   "Damn greenskins."

  Everyone grieves for their lost companions.

   "Pay the price, Greenskin."

  Opal let go of the man in his hand, roared and stood up.

  He raised his bolter and fired at the enemy's position.

  He has participated in the battle for a hundred and twenty years, and his companions who entered the battleband with him have all been recalled by the Emperor, but he is still fighting.

  The fire of vengeance made Opal's hand holding the gun extremely stable.

  With a century of combat experience, he can easily determine the position of the enemy.

  Other fighters followed closely behind him and opened fire.

  After a moment of intense firefighting, the tunnel calmed down again.

   Opal walked over and saw three damaged double-track plasma cannons fired in parallel, as well as the corpses of several orcs.

   "These sinister guys, every alien is despicable."

  Opal angrily kicked the corpse of the orc who had lost all signs of life.

   After venting his anger, he walked back to where he was just now, to see how the man he rescued was doing.

  That man behaved well, was coerced as bait, and did not betray the Holy Emperor.

  Walking back, he found that the man was also dead. The gravel that was accidentally blown up during the battle pierced his eyes and killed him.

  Ordinary human life is so vulnerable to such a battlefield.

  Any piece of rubble that is insignificant to Primaris Space Marines can kill them.

   "May your soul be able to go to the emperor's throne." Opal crouched down and prayed for the man, then stood up,

"Keep going."

   After walking a further distance, the dark tunnel reappeared with faint light.

  They came to the human gathering place.

  A large number of mining machines are still running, making a booming sound.

   There are also some humans digging with primitive tools such as iron pickaxes.

   What they ate was a kind of half-plant and half-meat provided by the orcs, and what they drank was sewage from the mine.

   There are still a large number of human snow-white skulls left in the gathering place, and it is obvious that they are all humans who died here.

   "In the name of the Holy Emperor, we need you to send a representative to talk to us."

   Opal walked towards those trembling people, his tall steel body looked down at the crowd trembling with fear.

   "The Emperor's Angel." An old man with gray hair came out.

  The old man's old face is covered with wrinkles, and the clothes on his body are worn out, which are already equivalent to strips of cloth.

   Opal looked at the other party, a trace of pity emerged in his heart.

   "Is everyone here?"

   "Yes, my lord, are you here to save us?" The old man asked in a terrified and humble tone, rubbing his thick jointed palm with only a layer of skin left.

   "We are recovering the galaxies taken by the orcs, and you are one of them." Opal said.

   "Are we saved? Did the Holy Emperor take pity on our suffering and send salvation?" said the old man.

   "The Lord of Ultramar has awakened, and he is leading the army to recover the lost world of the empire." Opal talked about the situation of the expedition, and then asked, "What's your name?"

   "Derrence, Emperor's Angel, my name is Danrence." The old man said tremblingly.

Opal said, "Very well, Danluns, you have become the temporary leader. The orcs on the surface have not been cleaned up. We need an orbital bombing to clean up the orcs on the entire planet. You go to organize those people and let them They took precautions to avoid casualties."

  Derrence nodded, turned to the ragged survivors, and spoke the emperor's angel's order.

   "Thanks to the Emperor, they are here at last."

   "Didn't they come to rescue us? Didn't they bring clean food and water?"

   "I'm dying, can't they put other things aside and save me first?"

   "Are they really here to save us? Or are they going to execute us all. Put us together and kill them, so that these histories can be easily erased."

   Some of the survivors looked with joy, some with anger, and some with doubts.

   They lived in despair and darkness for twenty years.

  The empire turned a blind eye to this.

   It is undoubtedly a betrayal of them.

  After this galaxy was occupied by orcs, they were driven into the tunnels to mine.

   Every day, those bastards, orc boys beat them with whips and make them work.

  Long-term labor left them bruised and skinny.

   The situation is dire for both men and women.

   Now, when they met the Emperor's Angel, they were naturally shocked and frightened.

   Reminiscent of the many rumors I have heard before, in order to cover up the scandal of their own mistakes, the imperial politicians executed extinction orders on some planets.

   It's the poor hapless ones they're afraid of themselves.

  The facial features of the Primaris Space Marines are extremely sharp, and every word and deed of the survivors is captured by them.

  Even if those people lowered their voices, they could still hear clearly.

  Opal didn't pay much attention and care about this.

  He opened the mission communication panel and said on the public channel: "The mission of the first action team has been completed, and the targets have been confirmed to all enter the underground tunnel."

   "These guys have no gratitude." A comrade in arms shook his head when he heard the survivors' comments, his tone was full of frustration and anger.

   They sacrificed their fellows to save them, only to be suspected and jealous.

"Be lenient with them. They have suffered so much that they can no longer tell the good from the bad." Opal picked up the weapon, glanced at the flickering tunnel, and said, "Be prepared to fight, we have to beware of those green skins Enter the tunnel."

  (end of this chapter)

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