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

As he spoke, he actually started laughing, and his hoarse laughter echoed in the cabin.

He showed no intention of stopping, and Ogrin shook his head and glanced at the political commissar, and after receiving a slight nod from the latter, he stretched his body forward.

thump.

Ogrin swung his broad palm, and a dull blow like a war hammer silenced the psychic, making him return to the pale face, head tilted back and peaceful appearance that Zhang Ge saw at the beginning.

However, the two drivers and a weapon operator who were only separated from Zhang Ge and others by a wall were not so peaceful. They were horrified to find that any of their operations were ineffective on the armored vehicle, and all the hatches were locked, so they couldn't even run out.

As for the methods usually used to appease the machine spirit, they received no response at all. Now this Chimera was speeding towards a certain direction on its own, and the cries for help and struggles were drowned out by the roar of the engine.

After running over the corpses left by the cultists after their failed attack, after speeding for a while, the cultists' attack position soon appeared in the distance.

The crooked, barely recognizable trench fortifications were built very perfunctorily in a relatively flat area. Cultists gathered in groups of three or four to perform various blasphemous rituals and sacrifices, leaving only a very small amount of defensive forces on the periphery.

It’s not that the cult leaders don’t want to organize a defense, but that they simply don’t have the organizational level to support long-term fortification construction and organize a strict defense.

Cult organizations developed in the cult model can certainly quickly gather a large number of people, but grassroots officers/officials with the ability to restrain others cannot be trained in a short period of time. This also leads to the lack of organizational capabilities in most spontaneous chaos cults.

Elite cultists like the Blood Pact are basically organized into military structures.

The lower-level cultists have basically nothing else in their minds except the fanatical desire to please the evil god. It is already very good to be able to hold them down and not let them go to their deaths. As for preventing them from leaving their positions to perform rituals?

You seem a little less loyal to the evil god.jpg

However, even so, since the number of cultists is too large, it is unrealistic to use this to launch a large-scale counterattack. Once they are blocked, they will lose the advantage of position and various buried defensive facilities, and will be entangled with massive follow-up troops and demons. Even if they are replaced by a fully-staffed Astra Militarum infantry regiment, they will not be able to escape trouble.

What's more, the main force now is still a group of PDFs... But then again, if the goal is just to get past them, it's a different story.

When the undisguised sound of a moving vehicle appeared, most of the cultists could hear the roar, but they had not yet reacted to what was happening - after all, just starting the engine was already considered very conservative.

It was not until the crimson ray pierced through the crowd like a sharp sword, accurately melting the fragile upper body of a small cult leader whose lower body had been alienated, and the equally crimson vehicle body, wrapped in smoke and dust, faced the bullets and directly smashed the outermost anti-tank piles made of inferior plastic steel, that the word "enemy attack" appeared in their simple minds.

The continuous firing of vehicle-mounted lasers became the brush of death. Those heavy weapons that were simply disguised were accurately destroyed by hitting the barrel. The cultists who tried to attack with bulky melta guns and rocket launchers often exploded into a ball of blood before they could pull the trigger.

The few that managed to launch successfully, due to the combined effects of lack of training and their incredibly fast speed and maneuverability, only left traces of explosions on their own positions.

If there were still some demons left on the battlefield, they might be able to hold off a few, but the few blasphemous creatures here had already been transferred to another location that was under a large-scale attack for defense. Now, the only ones left on the battlefield were some fragile bodies that had just awakened from excessive indulgence.

The unstoppable Chimera, lubricated with blood plasma and bone marrow and decorated with minced meat and bone fragments, with its body a mixture of scarlet and red, rushed forward amidst the uninterrupted blasts of lasers and the flashes of bullet friction, piercing into the positions of the cultists, ravaging the fragile defense line like a ferocious beast and piercing deep into it.

ps: I received a lot of support such as recommendation votes yesterday. Thank you all. Because of your recognition, this book was signed in advance. I hope to continue working with you all in the future.

ps2: As for the issue of adding more chapters, I will add them when it is recommended. I will try my best.

Chapter 7: Not only are there electronic eyes, but there are also explosive bombs

The Chimera's rapidly spinning tracks quickly rolled over the cultists' first trench, followed by the second and third. Since the distance between the trenches was almost close together by Astra Militarum standards, the cultists' positions were actually less deep than those of the Astra Militarum, which made them penetrated extremely quickly.

After all, we can't even count on the depth, let alone expect them to widen the trenches to consider the depth?

Those lines that looked more like ditches than trenches were scattered randomly. The troop carriers, which threw the soil higher and farther due to the extremely high speed of their tracks, were like a smoke screen across the position, and they passed through the entire defense line with several crew members tossing and turning in the cabin.

Before the cultists could complete their large-scale effective assembly, the Chimera had already brutally passed through their entire defensive position, and disappeared from the cultists' sight at a faster speed without being restrained by the debris on the position and without the need to turn.

After passing several patrol troops and traveling for a distance, the Chimera stopped in front of the target location.

It was a groundwater mining town that was originally used as a supply point for precious water resources. It was also the place where the cultists' rebellion began. Considering that items such as altars are difficult to move, if you had to choose the most likely place for the cult leader, it would undoubtedly be here.

After noticing that the vehicle had stopped, the political commissar had Ogrin come to the hatch with his weapons.

The huge Ogrin arrived at the center of the hatch obediently amid the sound of armor clashing, and placed his shield sideways at an angle on the bottom of the cabin, so that even if it was placed sideways, it was enough for a person to squat behind it, like a temporary metal shelter.

Zhang Ge understood, raised the laser gun, squatted down beside the shield and aimed outward.

At the moment the car door was lowered, sunlight shone into the cabin. Zhang Ge and the political commissar raised their guns and searched for a while. After finding no enemy, the Anglican priest recited scriptures and released a servo skull.

The skull, equipped with various detection instruments including the famous auspicious instrument, wandered around, transmitting all the scan data back to the terminal in his hand. Soon, the pastor's steady voice came from behind Zhang Ge:

"No enemies have been detected, and the subspace readings are low. The power of this cult is not yet sufficient to allow the evil god's tentacles to spread widely into the real universe, but the situation could worsen at any time."

The political commissar nodded to indicate that he had received it, then turned to Ogrin and said:

"Big Mouth, jump forward."

Upon hearing this, Ogrin jumped out of the cabin with his shield in hand and landed not far away with a dull thud. If Zhang Ge had not seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard for him to imagine that the seemingly bulky and heavily armored Ogrin could burst out at such a speed in an instant.

He held the large shield tightly in front of him and scanned the surroundings. Following the order of the cockpits, the remaining five people quickly left the Chimera after Ogryn - the unconscious psychic was tied up like a corpse and carried out on the priest's back.

A sufficiently powerful psychic, such as a Space Marine Librarian, could use his psychic power to obscure others' perception of himself and his comrades in such a situation, but this psychic obviously couldn't do that at the moment. If he rashly used his psychic power, the rampant psychic fluctuations would quickly attract all the demons he could provoke.

After leaving the cabin, Zhang Ge saw the small town in the distance. There were densely arranged water tanks that were hundreds of meters high, and countless tall buildings with huge chimneys on top were framed behind walls. It looked more like a militarized chemical plant than a settlement.

The political commissar obviously didn't want to waste time and said to everyone:

"Let's confirm the roles again. Big Mouth will be the shield guard, Sister Amelia will be the sword guard, Reverend Reid will deal with the demons and vehicles, and Sergeant Zhang Ge will be responsible for counter-sniping and suppressing heavy weapons. I will lead the way, protect your flanks, and make decisions."

Having said this, the political commissar paused before continuing:

"As for the psyker, the priest awakened him when I said it was necessary. He knows what he should do."

"This town was originally used for groundwater extraction to supply Shangchao. There are several tunnels dug by bandits around it to steal stored water. We've located some of them. The nearest tunnel is about two or three kilometers away, and we'll enter the town from there."

Two or three kilometers. Fortunately, the cultists haven't noticed their intentions yet. Otherwise, if they strengthen their defenses, the distance of a long-distance run under normal circumstances would be enough for an elite team to die ten times.

As they advanced in silence, their only audible sound being the clatter of footsteps, a pale skeleton appeared before their eyes. As they approached, the political commissar briefly scanned the skeleton, and after verifying its identity by comparing its features, he addressed the priest:

"That's right, Reid. Use the melta gun to drill a hole ten meters to the right of the bone."

This silent weapon that instantly releases high heat is generally used to make holes in armored vehicles... Of course, it can also be quite effective when used part-time elsewhere.

The priest nodded to indicate that he understood, then raised the melta gun and aimed it at that location. A beam of almost dazzling white light gushed out as he pulled the trigger. The scorching heat made people feel that the temperature had risen by several degrees.

The place that was hit was splashed with molten orange-red liquid, and around the large hole that was directly blasted out, many crystals formed by vitrification were flashing.

Below the huge hole that was dug out and could accommodate several people jumping in at the same time, there was only a ray of sunlight shining in to illuminate the area around where the light landed. The pitch-black hole always gave people the illusion that something was staring at them.

"The cave walls aren't supposed to be this wide."

Sister Amelia said calmly.

Normally, a gang's tunnel for stealing water cannot be built very wide. Firstly, they do not have enough manpower and resources. Secondly, if it is built too wide, it will be easier to be discovered. Generally, a tunnel that can accommodate two people walking side by side is considered wide enough.

But at the moment, this tunnel looks like it is big enough for an armored vehicle to enter, which is obviously a bit abnormal.

However, the commissar simply patted Ogrin's arm to comfort him, switched on the high-intensity flashlight on his shield, and replied:

"Yes, but there is no other option. The other cave entrance is too far away, and time is not on our side. May the Emperor bless us."

After saying that, he asked Ogrin to jump into the cave, and the nun did not hesitate and followed him in. Zhang Ge was the fourth one. When he approached the cave entrance, the plasma pistol hanging on his waist was trying to light up, as if trying his best to provide some lighting.

But after jumping in, Zhang Ge found that this lighting was somewhat redundant.

The four high-powered flashlights placed side by side in the center of the shield illuminated the tunnel as bright as day, and it was even a little dazzling from a close distance. The generous lighting also completely illuminated the people in the tunnel who were holding various weapons and confronting the team.

All of them are bald, have overdeveloped foreheads, pale skin, and somewhat deformed hands.

The truth is known at first sight.

Zhang Ge approached the political commissar and whispered:

"They are a Genestealer cult."

The latter nodded, showing no abnormality, and just said:

"Whatever you're doing here, we just want to pass through here and go to the town. We have no interest in you. Why don't you call someone you can talk to and we can talk!"

After hearing this, those people began to whisper to each other. After a while, a "person" with different clothes, a deformed forehead, and a distinctly purple skin color came out from behind the corner, smiling:

"I heard there's an old saying in Terra, called hee hee matter..."

However, before he could finish his words, a bullet shot out from the political commissar's pistol, enveloped in flames from the muzzle, drawing a straight, bright orange trajectory in the tunnel, penetrating into the alien's deformed skull and shredding the alien's head in the subsequent explosion.

P.S.: God bless you, this book with only 10,000 words can actually be included in the new book list, thank you all for your support (although it actually takes a long time to read it, I guess only the author himself would read that far

Chapter 8 Alien Doctor, One Bullet per Treatment

The people on the opposite side seem to be just slightly deformed, but in fact, both mentally and physically, they can be classified as aliens. It is better to say that these aliens mixed with human blood are more hateful than pure aliens.

At this moment, the exploding bomb tore apart the opponent's twisted head mixed with the blood of the Genestealer, and splashed bright red blood all around, proving that at least the color of the liquid that flowed out of these monsters when they died was no different from that of ordinary people.

This sound also seemed like a signal, and the two sides exchanged fire the next moment.

The laser gun in Zhang Ge's hand, followed by the political commissar, accurately hit a heavy lumberjack behind the enemy's bunker. However, the self-centered gunner soon realized that this was too inefficient. At such a close distance, there was a more efficient way to achieve it.

Then, the next moment, the laser beam arrived in an instant and landed on the energy magazine of an enemy who was also holding a laser gun. The violent energy that was melted and unrestrained by the heat turned into a powerful bomb, which first engulfed its user in a rose-red glow, and then several enemies close to it.

The dust that obscured the view also flew up with the explosion. Fortunately, the inner wall of the tunnel had a reinforced structure built by them, otherwise the explosion would probably cause the tunnel to collapse.

In the successive explosions caused by the extremely precise laser beams, countless dust obscured the vision of both sides, but the life-threatening beams seemed to be unaffected and penetrated the smoke and dust again and again. Each explosion could take away multiple lives, and even caused the enemy to quickly stay away from those holding energy weapons.

Naturally, the dust also caused the enemy's counterattack to be completely inaccurate. The only visible target was the huge light source that was getting closer and closer on the opposite side. However, shooting at that light source was useless. Ogryn's immense strength was more than enough to lift a shield that could effectively defend against the bullets from mortal grenade launchers.

The shots from these automatic guns and laser guns are no different from scratching the shield.

If you don't walk towards the Giant Mountain Super Power, the Giant Mountain Super Power will crush you.

As a shield guard, Ogryn Maw doesn't need vision at all. He just needs to dive into the smoke and swing his hammer at anyone he sees. One hammer is enough to make the enemy twist and fly several meters away as if hit by a truck. In comparison, the opponent's weak counterattack cannot pose any threat to his heavy armor.

Before Ogrin arrived, Sister Amelia had already exerted her strength and leaped out like an arrow. The reaction force under her feet even tore off the soil where she had originally stood.

In Zhang Ge's sight, his body stepped on the side wall at a speed that was completely impossible for ordinary people to achieve, and reached the top of the tunnel through the same jump. He repeated this three-dimensional maneuver several times to avoid the enemy's inaccurate bullets and directly plunged into the dust curtain.

As time passed second by second, although some stray bullets inevitably hit Zhang Ge, the carapace on his body played a role. The bullets were deflected in the sparks, or simply flattened and embedded shallowly in the carapace. Apart from making Zhang Ge feel as if the hit part was pushed lightly by someone, no other damage was caused.

Even such resistance was rapidly weakening. Although the enemies were extremely tenacious and had no intention of retreating despite suffering huge losses in a short period of time, as their casualties increased, they finally retreated to the back of the tunnel under the leadership of the surviving leader, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

But how could everyone let them have their wish?

"They want to escape."

Sister Amelia's voice came from behind the dust curtain, her tone calm, as if this was not a killing field, but just a casual chat.

Hearing this, the priest who had not taken any action took out a round grenade from his waist and threw it diagonally upwards. According to his memory of seeing the corner before, the grenade fell on the enemy's only escape route and exploded. High-temperature flames immediately covered the route that the Genestealer Cult was trying to evacuate.

Unable to advance or retreat, and at the same time, the crowd became denser due to the evacuation, both of which greatly accelerated the killing efficiency of Zhang Ge and others, turning the originally one-sided battle into a one-sided massacre.

Until the last deformed head fell to the ground, dozens of Genestealer Cult fighters were wiped out.

As the team advanced further, the remaining non-combat cult members, who had lost their main leader at the beginning and were already weak in combat, were even less able to organize effective resistance and were quickly defeated one by one.

At the deepest part, in front of a room, this seems to be the most critical position of this cult. More than a dozen enemies resisted to death here, but they should be their last survivors. Judging from the fact that no first-generation gene stealers have been found, this should be just a branch of a larger cult.

The political commissar looked at the pastor, who shook his head to indicate that no life was detected in the room.

So the team rushed in, but... the situation seemed a little different from what they had imagined.

This place was not where their sacred objects were stored as imagined, nor was there any enemy ambush that could escape detection. Instead, there was a human baby placed in the center of the room.

He was so holy and so lovable, as if he was a creation that combined all the beauty in the world, like an angel sent by the Emperor to the mortal world.

This was also the first time Zhang Ge heard Sister Amelia's voice carry emotion:

"A disgusting blasphemer."

The white light on her sword flickered for a moment, and the psychic illusion in front of her was immediately broken. What was placed on the stage was not a human baby, but a disgusting-looking four-armed insect larva with a completely alienated appearance, a bloated forehead, claws on the four arms curled inward, and a purple body covered with shells.

It is generally referred to as the "fifth-generation Genestealer", and because its bloodline has completely reverted to its ancestral form, it has exactly the same functions as the first-generation Genestealer, and is also called the "pure-blood Genestealer".

It seems this is the mission of this offshoot of the Genestealer Order.

However, the team did not carefully study what they were planning to do. The nun cut the stone platform together with her sword, took out a can of fuel, poured it on the alien's corpse, and burned it completely with flames.

After resolving all this, the political commissar led everyone in searching the tunnel. In a secret location, they found an upward staircase connected to an exit disguised as a sewer manhole cover. If nothing unexpected happened, going up from here would lead to the interior of the town that they had seen on the surface before.

ps: I am writing again, urgent

Chapter 9: The Machine Soul is very happy...?

The stairs looked dilapidated and covered with dust, and the bottom of the well was welded shut. It seemed that after they occupied this place, they had not used the inner exit of the tunnel to leave.

This is good news, as it means the risk of exposure is significantly reduced.

Zhang Ge took a step forward and wiped the outside of the stairs with his gloved fingers, scraping off the dirt covering the surface. He found that the plastic steel that made up the stairs was still as bright as new.