This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 181 Hello, Saint Geres's Most Outstanding Offspring (4.5k)

"time is limited."

The Savage Eldar Ranger, Aurel, closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembling in the dusty air.

She felt the wailing of the world's soul emanating from the cracked earth beneath her feet; the lament pierced her nerves like fine needles, igniting a cold fury in her eyes.

In the distance, the silhouettes of Astartes loomed in and out of view amidst the smoke of battle, like blood-stained monuments.

A swarm of insects roaring like a tsunami, and scattered, scattered warriors.

Even the strongest dikes would collapse in the face of a tsunami, but these warriors displayed unprecedented courage and fighting power. Their bright yellow armor intertwined to form an unbroken wall, ensuring that not a single drop of water escaped their grasp.

This made Aurel slightly put aside her prejudice.

"Commander Forros, we must evacuate."

She braved the raging swarm of insects, her nimble figure sweeping across the battlefield like a gust of wind, finally stopping beside Commander Forros.

Just now, her arrow pierced through Licat's compound eye, allowing the giant to seize the opportunity to cleave the monster's skull with her power sword.

At this moment, the warband commander's armor was covered with dents, and his breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows.

“My ancestors couldn’t hold on for long.”

Compared to their cousins ​​who still roam the universe, the Savage Spirit Race's technology is far more backward, and their combat strength is also relatively weak.

They had to rely on the cover of the Astartes fleet to break through the swarm's blockade and send the last refugees into space via small shuttles to other planets through the Web, seeking the protection of their Ark cousins.

As for why not just use the net lane.

The nets of Esteria had long been damaged by the erosion of time.

"But there are still many people."

Frost was covered in blood.

The Weeping Ones have run out of ammunition, and they can only rely on the fortifications of the Eldar ancient ruins to engage in close combat with the Tyranids at various gates.

From the depths of the ancient Ling clan ruins came the ear-piercing sound of carapaces rubbing together, each impact causing the bronze gate to tremble and shed a shower of dust.

"They are my compatriots."

Those who weep also see the aliens as enemies.

However, both sides share the same goal: if these Eldar aliens hadn't activated the ruins' defense system, the millions of humans remaining in the Empire would have lost their refuge and would have had no chance to fight the Zerg swarm.

"Your Excellency, I am more sorrowful and heartbroken than you are."

Aurel couldn't help but explain.

“Our ancestors are still suffering greatly. I can even hear the wails of the World Soul. He will fall into the temple of the youngest goddess and suffer eternal torment. They can’t hold on any longer.”

"If the soul of the world is completely corrupted, then the claws of the youngest goddess will have no more obstacles. When they tear open the curtain of reality, we will all die along with this planet."

Aurel admired these warriors who gave their lives for their people, just as the elders who merged their lives into the soul of the world to fight against Slaanesh and secure a way out for their young descendants.

But we really can't delay any longer now.

With the Ark World's plea for help delayed, they had to move this last spark of hope.

They didn't want to leave alone, but the transport ships needed the cover of the Weeping Fleet to ascend.

Click!

The Bloodstained Broadsword severed the head of a node-type Zerg creature, and the fire-breathing squad composed of mortals began to burn the corpses.

Frost didn't go to see the incessantly chattering alien.

He silently turned around, looking behind him, at his compatriots who were currently safe under the psionic protection of the Soul of the World.

There aren't enough vehicles, even with the support of the Ultramarines.

But we have our compatriots behind us.

With a swing of the sword, an arm covered in carapace flew into the air in an arc. The horrific wound did not elicit a scream from the creature; these ruthless beings simply moved mechanically, attempting to pounce on the enemy before them.

laugh!
The broadsword was driven into the chest, and the overflowing tissue fluid stained the armor green, seeping in through the broken seams. Forros raised the blade and cleaved the enemy in two.

"How much longer?"

He was panting; even someone as strong as Astartes felt exhausted under such pressure.

"According to your human calendar, there are still 8 hours left."

Aurel replied that she knew Forros was asking about the Soul of the World.

"You may leave. The fleet will provide cover for you and treat you all equally."

The bloodied warriors still blocked the intersection, their bodies piled up beneath them, almost burying them.

Having received permission, Aurel quickly turned around.

After walking a few steps, she turned back and asked:
"What about you?"

"We will stay and fight."

Fross replied, "Even a glorious death in battle."

Aurel was at a loss for words. He raised his star dart weapon and precisely struck the incoming swarm of insects.

She emptied her last star dart, left a faint word of encouragement, and then decisively departed.

".come on."

The sound was as delicate as the wisps of wind welcoming a great tide, and was quickly swallowed up by the shrill cries of the marching insects.

As Forros gazed at the endless swarm of insects in the distance, his muscles trembled.

"For those I cherish!"

He was fearless, and just roared as he swung his sword.

The bright yellow city walls once again erupted in a magnificent response!
Their strength also began to wane, and even with the most astonishing courage to resist, Forros had to admit that his fighting brothers were nearing their limits.

In the hopeless war, some warriors have fallen into the Black Wrath. The Weeping Ones do not know where this curse comes from, but simply regard it as an omen of misfortune.

"We die with honor!"

"Horus!"

"Brother, come back quickly!"

Some soldiers roared furiously, breaking formation and unleashing unprecedented power from their wounded bodies.

But this was ultimately only the last time it was burned.

Before long, these ferocious warriors were swallowed up by the tide of the insect swarm and were never heard from again.

"."

Forros clenched his fists in anguish, only swinging his sword repeatedly.

Faced with an ever-growing number of enemies, the gradual sacrifice of the Imperial Angels, and the transport ships behind them that continued to slowly but surely transfer refugees.

They noticed scattered insects entering the platform where the transport ship was docked.

Many people finally realized that they had no hope of escaping.

A disturbance broke out in the crowd.

However, the riots were not caused by despair.

Instead, it was a near-suicidal transfer.

"return!"

Exclamations of alarm immediately came from the platform from the reserve troops. Forros, who was on the battlefield, was stunned. He turned his head and saw a figure emerge from his bloody vision.

A gaunt commoner, he was once a respectable estate owner, and the standard of living in Garden World has always been excellent.

At this moment, the young man, who had grown up in a greenhouse, stood like a steel nail in front of the swarm of insects, his brown eyes fixed on these aliens.

Normally, this cowardly manor lord would be terrified by the strange tales of the forest, but now, his eyes held no fear, only the fury of revenge.

"Stop advancing! Go back immediately!"

Fross, who was fearless in the face of endless swarms of insects and death, now appeared hysterical in front of a citizen of the empire.

But it was too late.

The young man glanced at Forros from afar; before he was blasted to death by the gun bugs, the explosives on his body had already been detonated.

boom!
An extremely intense energy began to spread outwards, evaporating the tissues and instantly tearing a gap in the surging swarm of insects.

That was a reckless suicide attack.

Forros swayed slightly, his eyes fixed on the gap.

The young man died the instant the flames erupted, but Forros felt that he was laughing.

A group of civilians, aided by the Astral Army, carried timed explosives on their backs and began charging toward the surging Zerg hive.

"What are you doing, Colonel? Tell me, what are you trying to do!"

Thoughts raced through his mind, and Forros roared. Boom! Boom!
The shockwave rippled through the air once more, shattering the Eldar structures along with the swarm of insects. The scene began to flicker, with steel, debris, and human fragments flying everywhere.

The swarm of insects halted its advance in the face of this suicidal attack through the narrow passage, and the Astronauts even used it to advance into the area where it met the Astartes Line.

The transport ship, which should have been on the verge of collapse and destroyed by the swarm's artillery fire, was able to take off. The swarm did not expect this sudden counterattack, and the position composed of plasma cannons was shattered in the blink of an eye.

In this universe, strong emotions truly can turn the tide!

"My lord! Let's go! You should leave."

The colonel shouted.

"This was not forced by anyone; it was our own choice."

"We would rather die as free men than become food for aliens or a burden to the Emperor Angels."

"You should leave! Leave now!"

The tattered robe fluttered in the wind as the colonel stood high on the command vehicle and shouted to Forros.

"Then unleash the Emperor's wrath and grant us merciful death!"

As continuous artillery fire rained down, the Star Guardians used this wave of suicidal attacks to launch a counter-offensive.

The command vehicle slammed through the black charcoal beside it, passing right by Forros, leaving his head buzzing.

All he could see was the colonel's back, and the only thing that remained was the smile on his face.

"You are not a burden!"

Frost shouted.

"Yes, it was you who made me realize that we are not a burden!"

A mortal walked past him and said this.

When Forros met his gaze, he felt only satisfaction—the satisfaction that came from the affirmation of the value of his life.

"Let's go, sir. You shouldn't perish here. There are many others waiting for you."

After he finished speaking, he continued walking forward.

They were useless mortals who could only rely on the command of the Star Guardians to fill the gaps in firepower.

He set a timer, and then he started running.

It's that simple.

It's almost his turn.

"Commander, what should we do?"

A hoarse question came through the communicator from the chapter cleric Andler, accompanied by the suppressed groans of the wounded and the distant, strained metallic clanging of a gate.

"Andler, quickly move the seriously wounded to safety, and take the last of your comrades with you."

Forros looked at the pushing wall of people and spoke.

"What about you?"

"I'll stay behind, and the first and second companies will come with me."

He strode forward with heavy steps, catching up with the crowd, his power boots crushing fragments of chitinous carapace with a teeth-grinding crack.

"I stayed!"

The pastor's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"I stayed."

Frost's stubborn response.

"You are the battle group commander!"

Anderle practically growled out those words.

"Precisely because I am the battle group commander."

Fross responded calmly, his eyes behind his visor reflecting the towering flames.

"I won't leave. I will stay and make sure the spaceship takes off so we can save even more people!"

He came to the front of the line, having been selected from among the best of the best among mortals and having gone through many hardships to become a demigod.

He should be at the forefront, and he should be defending humanity's most important treasure.

life.

Frost drew his sword.

Father of genetics, please let me save one more person!

He silently chanted in his heart, and the power sword in his hand once again burst forth with azure energy arcs.

boom--

Frost stepped down with his left foot, causing the entire Eldar ruins to tremble as if an earthquake had struck.

He couldn't help but raise his head in confusion, facing the sky and watching the roar erupting from the dark depths of space.

Time freezes at this moment.

Just as everyone was transitioning from despair to resolve—

Suddenly, it got light.
The pitch-black night was suddenly illuminated by light, its crimson glow shining on countless faces.

Their minds froze as they saw the silhouette of the colossal ship, which blotted out the sky, appear in the heavens, and the scorching sunlight was tearing through the darkness and shining down.

Aurel, who was preparing to evacuate with the refugees, stared blankly at the sky.

In the past, Aurel had always hated these inferior creatures that invaded their home, but unfortunately the elders never allowed her to have a conflict with humans.

At that time, she did not understand why the knowledgeable elders would avoid fighting these inferior beings, whose bodies were weak and whose technology was far behind that of their Ark cousins.

Upon discovering that these humans were not there to destroy their home, Aurel listened to the elders' advice, tempered her temper, and lived in the forest for a long time, out of sight, out of mind.

Now she understands.
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boom--

The sky was set ablaze.

Above the Tyranid swarm, a literal fiery cloud appeared, which had been terrifyingly dark just moments before, but was now so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Forros closed his eyes, but quickly forced them open again. Just as living beings yearn for the sun, even a thousand times or ten thousand times the light could not make him close his eyes. A feeling from the bottom of his heart made him unwilling to close his eyes no matter what.

He felt a sting in his bloodshot eyes, which were red from long-term mental torment, but he still stared intently at the scene.

The sky is on fire!
It was like a raging sea of ​​fire churning above everyone's heads.

Countless flames rolled, igniting the swarm of insects and dispelling the last trace of darkness.

This was an indescribable, magnificent sight, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. Words could not describe it; even the most dazzling festival fireworks in mortal celebrations seemed like fireflies in comparison.

The survivors were stunned. The charging swarm of insects seemed to have their central nervous system disrupted, and began to convulse on the ground.

Frost continued to gaze at the horizon.

It was a golden-red figure, leading countless crimson knights as it plummeted from the sky.

Like an angel descended to earth.

Dozens of Stormbirds covered thousands of Valkyries as they plunged into the atmosphere, unleashing a barrage of explosives that engulfed the vast swarm of insects in flames, much like an eraser sweeping across a blackboard.

Stormbirds landed on the cleansed earth, and mortal support troops, their bodies clad in Void Armor, drove out in super-heavy vehicles, establishing firing positions and beginning a new round of suppression against the distant Zerg swarm.

Within the Eldar ruins, scattered Astartes led a large number of battle nuns through the ruins, clearing out enemies from the corners, while the communications unit searched for safe areas, and tents serving as command nodes began to be erected within the ruins.

The darkness will surely be burned away, and the light will eventually return to the world. The dazed people suddenly realized that the gale that had been blowing all the time due to the pressure difference caused by Tyran digesting biomass had subsided.

When it gets light, the wind stops.

After a few magnificent seconds, the world fell silent. The sea of ​​fire was rapidly dying down, and the overwhelming swarm of Zerg air force had vanished without a trace.

For a time, the front line where Forros was located actually became the rear area.

boom--

Jin Hong landed in front of Forros, his propulsion device behind him went into standby mode, radiating the residual heat of the distorted air.

"Hello there!"

The figure spoke.

As Frost gazed at him, he felt all the mental pressure vanish instantly, like a drifting duckweed finding its anchor.

He held out his palm.

"The finest offspring of Saint Geres".

　P.S.: I'll post the rest first. I'm going home tomorrow, and I'm not sure if I'll have any free time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)