My Desperate Journey in 40k

"what…"

The Tau star looked at the huge pit in front of him, unable to say a word. He was filled with shock. How could humans do this? Didn't they agree to send them home after the battle? Why did this happen?

"Hey! Alien! Take me to the back, don't be dazed, that's a thermal melt bomb, the power is normal, don't make a fuss, this is human technology, the aliens are surprised by the rare things."

The mortal auxiliary soldier looked at the dazed Tau man. He really couldn't bear it. The wound on his leg was still painful. If he was not a veteran who had fought on many battlefields, he would have fainted from the pain long ago.

"God, this really hurts..."

The Mortal Auxiliary Army took out a small surgical robot, which immediately began a simple emergency operation after scanning the Mortal Auxiliary Army's condition. The medicine in the Mortal Auxiliary Army's power armor had been used up, but there was still some in the surgical robot. After a shot of painkiller, the mortal felt much better.

"It seems that I will need to install prosthetic limbs in the future. However, there seems to be a kind of surgery called limb repair in the fleet. Thanks to the gift of the primarch, I should be able to enjoy this surgery..."

The mortal auxiliary soldier looked at his broken legs and wondered what he should do next. He couldn't go to war in a wheelchair, right?

"What are humans saying? Oh, translator..."

When the Tau heard the Gothic language of the mortal auxiliary army, it didn't know what he was saying, so it quickly turned on the translator, and then it understood the human language. It listened to the humans' words and understood the power of the thermal melt bomb. It turned out that the power was just too great. It was just that it thought too much. The humans were still very good in equipping them with such good grenades.

If Xiao Changqing knew what the Titanium Man was thinking, he would definitely die of laughter. This Titanium Man was like a simple student who thought everyone was pretty good.

"Okay human, I'll take you back now."

The Tau carried the mortal auxiliary army on his back and immediately rushed to the rear. The mortal auxiliary army had just contacted the rear, so the Tau who returned to the rear would not be regarded as a deserter.

As for saving humans, Xiao Changqing also gave these aliens some reward mechanisms. For example, if they saved a human, they could get three days of vacation and some material rewards. If they completed the war goals by cooperating with humans, they would also get rewards. Of course, that was a collective reward.

Xiao Changqing knew very well that if he wanted these aliens to fight for him peacefully, he not only needed to control their lives, but also their psychology. Giving them appropriate rewards was a very good choice. In the cruel war, nothing could make people feel more psychologically comforted than a holiday, a good meal and a drink, although the latter two were not worth mentioning in the human army.

The food for the Mortal Auxiliary Army is very good. There is an abundant supply of Grox steaks and various meats, as well as a large amount of cigarettes and coffee to relieve the psychological pressure during war. Even on vacation, they can get some beer and Amazak in moderation. Of course, the rations during wartime will be much less. After all, drinking too much alcohol can be bad.

Xiao Changqing also used this reward mechanism to allow a large number of mortal auxiliary troops to be rescued by the Titanium people. After all, one human being only gets 72 hours of rest and rich material rewards, which is a big problem.

The Tau carried the mortal auxiliary army back to the military camp in the rear. There were many wounded in the camp, both humans and Tau. They all saved their lives thanks to the efforts of the medical soldiers. The medical soldiers tried their best to heal the human wounded, but as for the Tau, it was enough to stay alive. After all, human doctors had not learned how to treat aliens.

"Fuck, if you weren't an alien, I really want to buy you a drink. Damn alien, you saved my life..."

As soon as they entered the barracks, a team of medical soldiers ran to the side of the Tau and lifted the mortal auxiliary soldier on his back onto a stretcher. The mortal auxiliary soldier looked at the Tau, breathed a long sigh of relief, then waved at him and told some jokes to ease the tension of having just returned from the brink of death.

"Stop talking. You have at least three broken bones in your body."

The squad leader of the medical corps looked at this mortal auxiliary soldier. He frowned as he looked at the human body scan image that had just been taken, and said to the mortal auxiliary soldier, this guy himself didn't know that in addition to losing his leg, he also broke three bones.

"Okay, you can go back to your settlement and rest. You have to report here and return to the battlefield after 72 hours. Otherwise, you will be considered a deserter. Your reward will be given to you later. Enjoy your life."

After the mortal auxiliary troops were carried away, an officer appeared in front of the Tau. He was writing and drawing on a data tablet while speaking to the Tau, with no concealment of sarcasm in his tone.

"Thank you sir."

The Tau people did not hear the officer's sarcasm. After all, all the simultaneous interpretation was mechanical sound. The Tau people just handed in their weapons and returned to the Tau gathering place.

"We have reached the planet's orbit and are bypassing the Necromancer's orbital defense range. Captain Wang Ming, we are here."

In the command room of the Sun Fortress, Wang Ming was sitting on the command seat. Colonel Radulovich was reporting the situation to him. Next to him were his two brothers. The three Primarchs were fighting against a Necron dynasty together. This wave was a sure win.

"Prepare the drop pods and prepare the troops for the drop."

Wang Ming looked at Colonel Radulovich in front of him, nodded to him, then stood up from the throne. He looked at Colonel Radulovich in front of him and spoke to him.

"Okay, Captain Wang Ming."

Colonel Radulovich answered Wang Ming and then disappeared. Guilliman and Fulgrim had just been looking at Colonel Radulovich. To be precise, they had been looking at him all the way. Although they knew that Wang Ming also had defensive measures against artificial intelligence, they still extremely distrusted artificial intelligence.

"My brothers, let's go."

Wang Ming looked at his two brothers. He didn't know what to say about artificial intelligence. After all, artificial intelligence was not so easy to explain. It would probably be easier to understand after watching it more.

At the beginning, the oil guys in the fleet almost fought with the artificial intelligences, but now they can coexist peacefully. The only difference is that some of them will swear at each other in binary swear words, but everything else is very "harmonious and loving".

"Ah."

The two Primarchs responded to Wang Ming, and then followed him to the drop deck. Three legions of Astartes gathered on the Sun Fortress. The largest number of them were not travelers, but mountains of Smurfs. Wang Ming really didn't understand where he got so many cans. Are your Space Marines an assembly line product? Is it true that you can produce so many troops like this?

The three of them arrived at the airdrop deck. All Wang Ming saw were the blue space warriors ready to go. The real traversers could only sit at a table with the "Sons of the Phoenix" beside them.

"Um... Brother Thirteen, may I ask, how did you manage to produce so many Astartes in such a short time?"

Wang Ming looked at those blue-painted cans and finally couldn't help it. He asked Guilliman how he produced the troops. Why did it seem that they were producing the troops faster than his own?

"I integrated all the Ultramarines Chapters and had them return to the parent Chapter. This directly expanded the Astartes. In fact, I didn't expect that I would have so many descendants."

Guilliman looked at Wang Ming. He listened to Wang Ming's question and then answered him with a smile. In fact, Guilliman didn't know that he had so many offspring in this era. Although he knew that he had many offspring, the number still surprised him a little.

In fact, in a sense, the Codex has never split up the Ultramarines. Other regiments may have been split up, but the Ultramarines definitely have not. The home planets of most of their chapters are on the 500 Worlds of Ultramar. Now that Guilliman has recovered and unified the entire 500 Worlds of Ultramar, their supplies and management are now concentrated in Guilliman's hands.

"Okay..., your holy book is real..."

After listening to Guilliman's explanation, Wang Ming looked at Guilliman speechlessly. The situation of the Ultramarines was simply outrageous. Other chapters might have been dismantled, but they had not been dismantled at all.

"Let's go, let's deal with the aliens in this world."

Wang Ming nodded helplessly, then said to Guilliman.

The three Primarchs walked towards the Astartes. The Astartes looked at the three Primarchs and showed their most imposing side to their Primarchs.

Wang Ming looked at those soldiers. The blue, silver and purple Space Marines were also looking at them. The flags of the three legions were held high so that everyone present could see the glory of their legions. On the side of the Astartes, there were a large number of mortal auxiliary troops. They also looked up at the Primarch with their heads held high. In the 21st Legion, respect for the Astartes was not about those etiquettes that showed their humility, but a good mental outlook and military style. Which legion would kneel down to others every day? Soldiers should look like soldiers.

"Your troops are very good, both your descendants and those mortals."

Guilliman looked at those mortal auxiliary troops and time travelers, and he said to Wang Ming that all the people in the 21st Legion gave the Regent a feeling of great confidence. They believed that they could face all difficulties in the universe and kill all enemies of mankind.

"Well, they are all excellent fighters, fighters of humanity."

Wang Ming answered to Guilliman. He looked at those soldiers and his heart was full of confidence. These were his soldiers, soldiers of the 21st Legion, and they were mankind's warriors facing the void and darkness of the universe.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go to the alien and see the true power of humans."

Wang Ming looked at the soldiers again, then slowly walked towards the airdrop cabin. When the Primarch's guards saw Wang Ming walking towards the airdrop cabin, they followed Wang Ming's footsteps and walked towards the airdrop cabin together.

After Wang Ming walked towards the airdrop cabin, the troops also began to move. The mortal auxiliary troops walked towards the ordinary airdrop cabin, while the Astartes walked towards the cargo airdrop cabin. After the traversers of the armored company secured their vehicles, they also walked into the airdrop cabin.

"Report to the captain, the boss's support is here."

In the headquarters of the 13th Regiment, Bater Bujigede saluted Xiao Changqing and then reported the situation to him.

"Nonsense, I'm not blind."

Xiao Changqing looked at the rain of airdrop pods in the sky and replied unhappily to Bater Bujigede beside him. He was not blind. With so many airdrop pods in the sky, how could he not know that the boss was coming?

Huge airdrops flew across the sky and slammed heavily in front of the Undead battle lines on the front line. They did not hit the Undead's heads directly. After all, the Undead's anti-aircraft firepower was very powerful, and their heads were not so iron that they dared to confront those things head-on.

A huge cargo airdrop cabin landed and Wang Ming slowly walked out of it. He looked at a struggling Necron that was pinned down by the door of the airdrop cabin and stepped on its head, crushing it into pieces.

"The torch moves the emperor's will and burns the aliens!"

Wang Ming walked out of the airdrop cabin. He raised "Eternity" high and roared on the battlefield. His roar was echoed by hundreds of mortal auxiliary troops on the battlefield. Everyone knew that this was the voice of the Primarch, and they roared along with him.

"The torch moves the emperor's will and burns the aliens!"

On the battlefield, the roars of the mortal auxiliary army drowned out the sound of artillery fire. They looked at the demigod-like Primarch and tightly grasped their weapons. They would follow the Son of the God-Emperor to burn the aliens and trample the extremely blasphemous civilization of the aliens under their feet, for the God-Emperor and the Primarch! For the Imperium of Man!

On the battlefield, when the Tau auxiliary troops heard the humans' war roars, they all felt a collective sense of fear in their hearts. Their simultaneous interpreters translated the humans' Gothic language, and they understood what aliens meant, because that was what humans called them.

No matter what the Tau think, human morale has now reached its peak. They look at the sacred Primarch and are ready to sacrifice for the Empire. This is their honor.

The Primarch guards behind Wang Ming rushed out of the airdrop capsule. They quickly formed a human wall in front of the mortal auxiliary army, blocking a large number of attacks from the Undead. In order to deal with the Gauss rays of the Undead, Wang Ming specially equipped the traversers with a very thick shield. Although this shield could not block the atomization of Gauss rays, it could consume its energy as much as possible.

"For the Empire! For the Emperor!"

Wang Ming roared and rushed forward. He looked at the bizarre undead structures in front of him and rushed towards them with "Eternity" raised high. The sword of humanity was waved above this world. This world is the world of humans and will never belong to aliens.

325. Chapter 322: The Panicked Undead Overlord

325.

"Shh!"

"Eternity" chopped off the head of an undead construct, and Wang Ming chopped off its head with one sword. The phase weapon also cut through the undead construct like a knife.

After Wang Ming cut off the head of the undead construct, a Gaussian ray suddenly appeared in front of him. It was a Gaussian ray shot towards Wang Ming by an undead. Wang Ming dodged it instantly, then pulled out the explosive grenade from his waist and blew up the undead's head with one shot.

Artillery fire fell on the earth, and humans continued to roar. This was their world, and they must follow the Primarch to defend their world.

In the Undead Tomb, the Undead Overlord's tactical logical thinking program is constantly running. It is thinking about how to deal with the attacks of those organic creatures. The attacks of these organic creatures have suddenly accelerated just now and have broken through their three lines of defense. They are only four lines of defense away from their tomb.

"What should I do? These organic creatures are about to attack, and the Crypteks haven't repaired the portal yet. What should I do? What should I do!"

The autonomous thinking of the Undead Overlord is thinking independently. Different from the extremely calm tactical and logical thinking, this Undead Overlord has very rich thinking and emotions. In short, it is now in a panic.

It was not like this before. As an Undead Overlord, it even went to the front line to fight many times. However, every time it appeared, it would be targeted by human heavy weapons. After all these years of fighting, this Undead Overlord now has some psychological trauma towards humans.

These creatures are not afraid of death at all. Among them, tens of thousands of blue creatures have died in a short period of time, but they don't even care. This is a race that has no fear of death. It is an organic race that is so ignorant and stupid that it is terribly scary.

"What should I do? What should I do? I will die if I continue like this. I don't want to die..."

The Undead Overlord was thinking, it was originally an Undead Overlord who was very afraid of death. It was like this in the era of the Necrontyr. The first few times it went to the front line, it used substitutes. Although it was afraid of death, it still had to show the power of the Necrontyr when facing these lower creatures. But it didn't expect those so-called lower creatures to be like this.

"What should I do..., maybe surrender..., no, why would I have such an idea? This is the rational current situation analysis and thinking unit, shut down this unit!"

The Undead Overlord is now like an extremely panicked human being. Although his cold metal body makes it unable to express his fear and rational thinking makes it unable to truly feel this way, the biological emotion deep in its core code still makes it afraid. This is very awkward and extremely twisted, but this strange feeling does appear in this Undead Overlord.

"How about a tactical shift and just run away after the Crypt Technicians have repaired the portal?"

The Undead Overlord thought of this idea again. After calculating the situation, he came up with a plan that seemed very feasible. As long as humans attacked, he would run away. Although this went against the ancient glory of the Deathfearers, for the Undead Overlord, saving his life was more important. However, this plan could not be completely guaranteed to succeed and was not safe. The safest way was to repel the human attack.

"Send out the Death Mark to decapitate their command system first, and then repel their attack. We just need to hold out until the portal is repaired. There is no need to defend this world to the death, as there are still many tomb worlds that have not awakened yet."

Finally, the Overlord of the Undead came up with a plan which was to delay time. The Overlord of the Undead was helpless that a war could turn out like this. Originally, it didn't want to fight after humans joined the battlefield, but there was no way. The portal in the tomb had some problems due to the long time, and even the tomb technicians couldn't fix it in a short time.

The Death Marks received the order and quickly appeared on the battlefield, starting to independently search for valuable targets and carry out sniping. Soon, the Death Marks found a valuable target, the commander of a highly mobile force.

On the battlefield, combat motorcycles were moving quickly. Wherever they passed, all the Undead troops would be chopped into pieces by the power scimitars. Bater Buriged was leading his company in cavalry combat, although this cavalry was equipped with Astartes motorcycles.

"Brothers, this is the human world, kill these aliens!"

Bater Bujigede roared and held up his scimitar. The time travelers around him also held up their weapons. It is worth mentioning that the weapons of these time travelers are of different types, including scimitars, Han swords, Tang horizontal swords, Guandao, broadswords, and even spears. These are all customized weapons of the time travelers.

The time travelers of the 13th Regiment are very individual. Although they are specialized, they still have their own personalities. Customized weapons are not uncommon among time travelers, but customized weapons with characteristics of various ethnic groups like the 13th Regiment are rare.

"Zi..."

Just after Bater Bujigede yelled and was about to move forward, he suddenly fell off the motorcycle to the ground. It happened very suddenly. Everyone looked at Bater Bujigede on the ground with a confused look on their faces, not knowing what had happened.