As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

Author: Terra people do not lie to Terra people

Summary:

As a traveler who travels to the Warhammer 40k universe with high-dimensional information, can you become invincible as long as you die in a reasonable way?

Zhang Ge looked at the laser gun in his hand and asked his companion the name of the planet. After getting the answer of Alert Star, he said: There has never been such a wonderful start.

As a leader of the Imperial Army, isn't it easy to die in a battle of this level? Basically, you don't have to do anything, just stay in the trenches, and the enemy will let you die in a creative way.

However, when he casually touched the laser gun, its machine soul trembled violently with joy, and seized the opportunity to stick its head out of the trench and killed a dozen pagans. A shell slammed into the trench, and shrapnel and shock waves swept across the entire platoon's position, killing thirty or forty friendly soldiers except Zhang Ge at one time, but just avoiding him.

He realized that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Volume One

Chapter 1 has never had such a wonderful start

The 40k universe is a world that is closely related to fart spirits for time travelers. However, it is the best news for Zhang Ge at this moment.

A system captured the high-dimensional information he carried the moment he crossed over to this side. Now, as long as Zhang Ge died in a reasonable way, the system would be able to use this high-dimensional information to make him instantly invincible. By then, punching the four vendors and kicking Leng Taiyang would be no problem.

If he were unlucky enough to cross into some garden world, Zhang Ge might still have to worry about how to commit suicide in a reasonable way. But looking at the sky covered by something that looked like clouds, but more like a smokescreen, feeling the dank trenches beside him, his exhausted comrades, and the laser rifle in his hand...

Zhang Ge said that there has never been such a wonderful start.

Although he couldn't ask where this place was yet - otherwise he would be considered corrupted by Chaos or something, which would be troublesome. He didn't know if being shot by an Inquisitor or a Political Commissar would be considered a normal death - but according to the general death rate of the Astra Militarum, even if Zhang Ge racked his brains to protect himself, he would most likely not survive, let alone if he deliberately wanted to die?

"Ah, hello, may I ask..."

A female voice brought Zhang Ge's wandering thoughts back to reality. Just when he was wondering why a woman appeared on the battlefield, he turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and the other party's force feedback power armor and medical logo came into view.

Medical Sister, it's okay then.

"I'm sorry, I have no hostility. It's just that everyone seems to be resting, and you seem to be relatively energetic, so..." The medical nun smiled faintly and waved her hand to show that she had no weapons in her hand.

At this time, Zhang Ge realized that his body had just reacted subconsciously to the abnormal situation. His hand was on the laser gun beside him, and before he turned his head, the muzzle was already pointing at the nun.

"Password."

No, that's not right.

While asking for the password, Zhang Ge's sense of disharmony reached its peak. Something was wrong.

As a thought of doubt flashed through his mind, the laser gun in his hand suddenly flashed a red light before Zhang Ge pulled the trigger, and the scorching beam suddenly hit the head of the medical nun in front of him.

The sound of gunfire—or more precisely, the sound of the air expanding around the muzzle heated by the laser—instantly startled the surrounding friendly forces, and only then did Zhang Ge's slightly sluggish brain realize that something was wrong.

If the process is wrong and friendly forces with different organizations are transferred in, the first thing to do must be to coordinate with the officers in advance, and then the officers will convey it to the grassroots soldiers, specifying the time, from which direction, specific unit, and number of people.

And even if we take a step back, under the premise of first contact, before any communication, the password exchange should be carried out by the initiator first. As a medical sister, it is impossible for her not to know this.

A medical nun suddenly appeared in the position like now, and even though I inherited the instincts and memory fragments of this body, it took me so long to react. There is only one possibility.

As the laser beam touched the medical sister's skin, the explosion tore off her hideous disguise. As a piece of flesh on her face melted and tore, dozens of pink tentacles instantly tore the "force feedback power armor" from the inside.

A friendly soldier who had just woken up reacted extremely quickly and realized almost instantly that he was doomed to die at this distance. So instead of reaching for his gun, he reached out and tried to pull out the ring of the grenade on his chest.

But even so, the tentacle was still much faster than him. Its slender tip pierced directly from under his neck, which was not protected by a carapace, with an afterimage that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, penetrating his brain stem and causing all his movements to stop physiologically.

And the worst didn't stop there. I don't know what communication method was used, but at the same time the demon was exposed, the fanatical roars of pagans were heard in the distance.

On Zhang Ge's side, the moment the friendly soldier was penetrated, the tentacles, which were delayed by a fraction of a second due to the laser, had already pierced right in front of his eyes.

Zhang Ge was not afraid - it was better to say that he did not react at all. In his previous life, the reaction speed of ordinary people was about 300ms, and the top athletes who had undergone professional training were only around 150ms. As a well-trained interstellar soldier in this life, his reaction speed was probably within 100ms. The speed of the tentacles was much faster than the secretion of the emotion of fear.

At this distance, even for the lowest level demon, as a mortal, everything can only rely on the body's own instincts.

One can only sigh that this is the Warhammer universe, where human life is as worthless as a penny thrown away casually.

But what was beyond his expectation was that in this split second, the laser gun that had fired autonomously once actually shot out a bright red light again. Moreover, although it was obviously semi-automatic, the beam that shone like a ray from a hell gun did not show any sign of stopping, but was spewing out madly.

The huge recoil caused by the heated and compressed air pushed Zhang Ge backwards and made him fall diagonally to the ground, which made the tentacles miss. Moreover, such intensive high-power attacks in a short period of time also made the demon in front of him roar like a wail, and its movements were delayed for a moment.

At this moment, the dull sound of a heavy grenade launcher was heard from the rear, and it slammed into the demon's body, which revealed a strange pink shape. The drill steel bullet rotated and tore apart its material entity, and the continuous explosions caused its huge body to be directly torn apart.

Faced with the overwhelming firepower of heavy weapons, the demons that could have wiped out an entire Astra Militarum squad disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Ge, lying on the ground, was covered in slowly burning ashes. In his hand, he held a laser gun that seemed to be expressing emotions with a flickering energy battery, and his expression was complicated.

Hey brother, aren't all machine spirits high-maintenance tsunderes? How did it become like this with you?

Chapter 2: Cultists

Logically speaking, as a civilian with no military background before traveling through time, Zhang Ge should start to feel scared now that he has recovered.

Whether it was the devil's twisted and terrifying appearance, or the instantaneous confrontation that determined life and death, even if he did not fall into eternal sleep due to death, the instincts and subconscious thoughts of living things could not be reversed in such a short time.

But in this body, it seemed as if it had become accustomed to the feeling of walking on a knife edge. Although there was a subjective feeling of horror, there was no fear or tension in its performance.

Turning his head and putting the feeling of separation behind him, Zhang Ge supported his body with the help of the plastic steel reinforcement on the side of the trench and squatted down. He slowed down his strength and stepped onto the sandbag steps to observe.

There was more than one demon that sneaked into the position, and the Star Army in other directions obviously did not have as good luck as Zhang Ge.

The trench was about 2.8 meters deep, and ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers had to step on the steps on one side of the trench to lean out and shoot. But even at this depth, which was suitable for Primaris Space Marines, demons could be seen emerging from everywhere with parts of their blasphemous bodies.

Roars, gunshots and explosions replaced the silence on the battlefield in an instant. The heavy bomb position that had just supported Zhang Ge was now destroyed by a bomb made from the corpses of the Astra Militarum thrown by the demons because of untimely transfer.

Countless evil creatures like multi-legged starfish expanded and exploded from the corpses, rolling in all directions, devouring and tearing apart an entire heavy weapons team on the position, and rushing deeper.

Under such circumstances, on the other side of the trench, a large number of shadowy figures of cultists began to appear in front of the position. The sentries who were penetrated from the bottom to the top of the head and inserted on the high support explained why the position was infiltrated silently.

Zhang Ge retracted his body, replaced an energy magazine, and went to the enemy side and raised his laser gun. The swift and precise light beam seemed to have its own life. Sometimes it was ejected before the trigger was pulled, and sometimes it responded some time after the trigger was pulled.

But even though this appeared to be a malfunction, the result was that each laser beam hit the most threatening enemy in the aiming direction with incredible precision and at the exact moment.

Every tremor and every bit of recoil seemed to help Zhang Ge fine-tune his shooting. Red beams penetrated the gaps in the cultists' armor with incredible precision, destroying their corrupted flesh with their scorching heat.

This precise shooting naturally attracted the enemy's attention. However, on the other hand, although the cultists seemed to have endless physical strength, their physical fitness was there. Even if they sprinted at full speed, they could not shorten the distance much in such a short time. Therefore, the combat distance at this time was still more than one thousand meters.

At this distance, the straight ray path and extremely high ray speed of the laser gun can easily achieve the target's target, but the automatic guns and other weapons in the hands of the cultists are completely unable to achieve accurate shooting at such a distance.

On the other hand, most of these cultists had no military background before the rebellion. Most of them were just civilians with poor combat skills. There was more than one Zhang Ge on the battlefield, so they would not concentrate all their firepower on an ordinary infantryman.

Therefore, although he stuck half of his body out of the trench for more than ten seconds and shot and killed more than a dozen cultists, the flying bullets only stirred up some soil in front and behind the trench, or flew directly to an unknown place behind, and did not hit Zhang Ge at all.

After emptying another magazine, Zhang Ge sat back in the trench in silence. It was obvious that deliberately showing up in the trench to die was not a normal way to die. He could only hope that the cultists would perform better in the next round of shooting.

Just as he was thinking this, a shrill whistle sounded from behind the position.

The message conveyed by the whistle came to mind: withdraw from the first line of trench defense and merge into the second.

For this reason, Zhang Ge had to give up the idea of ​​sticking his head out to fight again. He trotted over and bent down to take off the dog tag of the friendly soldier who had just died. After shaking off the sticky product that was suspected to be a mixture of brain tissue and blood, he moved to the communication trench.

At this time, seven or eight friendly troops who were nearby were squatting in front of the trench entrance. The leader was Dulles, the squad leader of this infantry squad, who was said to be a veteran, and several teammates from the same squad were coming from behind.

This is naturally not a standard organization, there are more people, but this is normal on a battlefield of this level. Many friendly forces that have lost officers or are simply withdrawn remnants will be directly disbanded and incorporated into the existing organization, or vice versa, they will lose troops but will not be able to be replenished for a long time.

Compared with standard compilation, having too many or too few people is the norm.

After squatting down about half a meter away from the friendly soldier in front of him, Zhang Ge said to him:

"Goss was killed in action. I have his dog tags."

The friendly soldier just nodded numbly and repeated the sentence verbatim. As his voice gradually faded and was drowned out by the sound of gunfire, Dulles, who had received the message, nodded to indicate that he had received it.

This method of information transmission was extremely inefficient, but it was a last resort. Previously, the communication equipment had become so inefficient that it could only transmit a series of blasphemous and evil sounds, forcing the Corps to order the suspension of the use of those communicators, which naturally included those used by individual soldiers.

Not long after, the remaining members of the team gathered together. Even though Zhang Ge reminded them and eliminated the demon in time, four people had still been killed in the previous battle, and the number of members was reduced by almost one-fifth.

However, there was no time to grieve or lament for the dead friendly soldiers. Some time after the entire team quickly passed through the communication trench, a violent explosion accompanied by a tremor struck. The high explosives buried under the trench exploded continuously, and the flames and shock waves caused the dust to fly everywhere.

Demons, wounded soldiers, and other friendly units that were entangled and had no time to evacuate were all reduced to ashes in the violent explosion.

In order to prevent the enemy from using communication trenches to attack other defense lines, the various intersections at the hub were almost flattened. The violent shock waves could even spread hundreds of meters along the relatively straight communication trenches that were not built according to defense standards.

However, at this time, Zhang Ge and his team had already entered the second trench, temporarily gathering in the whistling exchange of fire and waiting for further orders.

Chapter 3: Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the empire

After arriving at the second trench, Zhang Ge suddenly realized: Oh my god, it turns out that I am the elite?

The troops guarding here were not wearing armor like himself, but only bulletproof armor. Most of them had the same emblem on them, which should be the family emblem of a local noble. Although they had full-coverage breathing masks on their faces, they could not hide their trembling movements and rapid breathing.

It looks like a PDF that was requisitioned from this planet to be compiled.

No wonder the Astra Militarum, who valued positions more than human lives, withdrew Zhang Ge and his men from the first trench. If PDF was the only one to hold the line, another round of demon attacks would probably defeat these "new recruits" who had only fought gangs and civil wars in their lives.

It's not that I underestimate them, the main thing is that they are a large-scale army that can withstand casualties if they are wiped out without paying attention. Even on the planet where Zhang Ge lived in his previous life, where wars had been fought for thousands of years, there has only been one such army so far. What's more, these PDFs are similar to the private soldiers of feudal nobles. It is hard to say whether they can guarantee that they have the training level of the modern professional army in Zhang Ge's previous life.

Fortunately, this local noble is quite wealthy, at least everyone has a laser gun. This simple and efficient weapon with a straight trajectory can be effectively used at a combat distance of a kilometer even with the combat quality of a PDF.

This meant that after the chaotic situation caused by the demon attack was quelled in a brutal manner, the barrage consisting of a large number of laser beams, heavy bombs, and automatic cannon shells temporarily curbed the cultists' charge, giving Zhang Ge and his team a brief period of respite between receiving orders.

As the new instructions were still not being conveyed, Zhang Ge had nothing better to do, half squatting and observing the surrounding situation for a while. Suddenly, Dulles gave the order:

"Go into the bomb shelter."

This sentence was also passed down from front to back, so no other friendly troops heard it. However, after entering the fortification for a while, Zhang Ge couldn't help but ask:

"Don't you need to alert the other friendly forces?"

The semi-enclosed environment of the anti-bombing cave makes the sounds coming from outside much smaller, like some kind of background noise, and also allows direct communication here.

In the dim light of the makeshift torch, Zhang Ge vaguely saw Dulles glance at him for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he finally answered:

"There are demons among those cultists. The demons' evil magic will fall on the battlefield like artillery shells, but unlike artillery, the demons will leave on their own after killing enough people."

To be precise, they are some demons from Slaanesh. These low-level demons summoned by the cultists are chasing eternal excitement, but if they are exiled in the material universe, no one knows when they will come back next time.

Therefore, in the absence of effective means of restraint in some low-level cult groups, some low-level demons will often leave on their own after they believe they have offered enough sacrifices or obtained enough stimulation.

Let's talk about their current reasons: the equipment of different regiments of the Astra Militarum itself is fixed. The infantry regiment basically only has infantry, the artillery regiment only has artillery, and so on. In other words, as a pure conventional infantry regiment, it lacks division-level heavy firepower.

In the current situation where the PDF needs to be mixed in as the main force and communications have failed, it is obviously unrealistic to expect our side to come up with enough indirect firepower, or other air force and artillery support to counter the enemy's shelling.

Then some people have to be sacrificed to save others.

"We must save our lives for a more useful time. If we all sacrifice our lives in vain like the unit you were in before, then everyone on the planet will die."

After Dulles finished speaking, a friendly soldier beside Zhang Ge moved closer and patted him on the shoulder. He then placed a small cross with a gray skull in the center into his palm and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly:

"Goss saved me, thank you... You are a good man, but staying alive is more important than doing good deeds."

Zhang Ge was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant - if the dog tags were retrieved intact, then they could be used as proof of death in action. Compared to this type of dead, those greedy officials were more inclined to confirm those who died without any evidence as "missing" and put the pensions into their own pockets.

Compared to that, being confirmed dead in action can at least bring a decent pension to the family.

As he was speaking, several more squads of Astra Militarum infantry rushed in from outside, some carrying heavy weapons such as heavy bolters. However, their situation was obviously much worse. The number of living people in two or three squads combined was only about the same as that of Zhang Ge's squad.

In this dull environment, no one had the heart to communicate. In the silence where only the sounds of people checking each other's weapons and equipment could be heard, the massacre outside began.

Projections that looked like light pink mist but were so fast that they were barely noticeable to the naked eye fell from the sky. The energy from the warp ravaged and tore apart the matter of the real universe, as if some disgusting living creature was devouring and chewing the thin film between the warp and reality.

The PDF teams that were concentrating all their energy on stopping the cultists on the battlefield suffered a devastating disaster in an instant.

The evil magic that prefers humans with projections in the subspace to inanimate objects will cling to anyone's body the moment it touches it, and then mix the armor and flesh into a pile of flesh mixed with metal fragments. Depending on the caster, some of these flesh will quickly shrivel up, some will burst open, and some will even expand and pounce on other surviving comrades.

Even before a person is completely killed, he or she will have to endure the extreme pain of having their muscles, internal organs, and nerves crushed inch by inch, and their senses amplified several times.

Combat experience, training quality, and defensive equipment are meaningless now. Faced with the sudden spell attack, all they can do is pray to the Emperor.

But obviously, even the Emperor cannot let his glory cover everyone. No matter what the specific fate of those who were hit was, they were already far from being alive.

Under this kind of attack, the wailing could be clearly heard even through the thick layer of soil. Amidst the terrifying noise, Dulles stood up and walked to his team. Just when Zhang Ge thought he was going to speak to boost morale, what he said was:

"If you encounter this situation after you go up, the person closest to you will be responsible for helping to end the pain. Now, put on the bayonet."

His figure was distorted by the single-molecule bayonets inserted in front of the laser guns. The chainsaw sword in his hand hummed as the last word fell, filling the anti-artillery cave with a noisy sound.

Chapter 4 Machine Soul: Fighting, so cool!