Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

Looking at the tribesmen who were starting to flee the formation, the Hierophant felt somewhat lost for a moment.

Rationally, he knew that the most important thing now was to stabilize the formation. In the absence of Walkers, it was unlikely that ordinary humans could outrun Orks. What's more, this was the desert. Without supplies, even if they could run away, they would die in the vast sand sea.

But on the other hand, emotionally, did he really have the right to use the ten-thousand-year-old covenant to force his current tribesmen into an almost certain death battle? If he could go back to that time, would it have been a better choice to just drive the Walkers away?

He was familiar with every face on the front line that was fighting those terrifying aliens.

In that short period of time just now, he saw the young man who once wanted to learn to read and write from him torn in half, and he also saw a friend who was still chatting with him about the past yesterday crushed skull with a club.

The enthusiasm for fulfilling the ten-thousand-year entrustment and expectations was doused with cold water by reality, and a question was raised to him:

Could he really use the so-called sacred duty to restrain those who were just ignorant people who grew up with the tribe?

With such thoughts in mind, the Hierophant hesitated when he was about to pull the trigger on the gun he had raised.

However, just as his thoughts were flowing in his mind, a muffled Lasgun shot rang out from his ear, and the crimson beam shattered the head of the deserter running in the front.

The Chieftain's voice was extremely loud, bluntly saying to the wavering people:

"Today, there is a way to survive in battle, but only death in escape. I know that some people have luck on their minds, hoping to live a second longer, so, I will shatter this luck."

Compared to the Hierophant, his way of thinking was much more realistic:

If they persisted, there was hope to wait for reinforcements, so some people could still survive. But escaping was basically certain death. Even he had no confidence that he could survive in the vast sand sea after being exhausted by Orks.

Therefore, the only option to let more people survive was to fight.

And if someone posed a threat to this only hopeful option, then they were an enemy that threatened the survival of the vast majority of people.

Since they were the enemy, then there was no need to say what decision needed to be made.

The Chieftain spoke half a sentence at a time in order to maximize the volume. Those who were wavering either suppressed the thought of running away for a moment because they were threatened by the execution, or were really persuaded a little.

Also gave him the time to say a second sentence:

"You can kill me, and then continue to escape, but, even if you can kill me, even if you can outrun the Green Tide, can you still kill the Celestial Being who can fly? At that time, there is still only death!"

Although the volume was maximized, it was not able to cover the entire formation, but in places where the sound could not be heard, it could also be seen that the positions near the Chieftain gradually calmed down after there were deserters who were shot.

The effect of forced suppression was manifested, and the speed of the collapse of the front line that was originally shaky slowed down a little.

Yes, it just slowed down the speed of the collapse.

Orks would not show mercy after hearing your speech. Even if everyone fought to the death, the defensive ability would also have a peak value, let alone a group of tribesmen with fear in their hearts?

In the sound of gunfire and the clash of weapons, the casualties had already crossed the 30% death line.

30%, it looked like not much, but the actual scene in the battle was likely to be like this:

If a regiment had a total of ten companies, two of the companies were responsible for rear support, and the logistics personnel of each regiment added up to about two companies, then the real frontline combat personnel would be six companies.

Now, the first and second companies rushed up, fought to the point that only the logistics were left, and were withdrawn. The third and fourth companies rushed up, half of them died, and most of the remaining ones were missing arms and legs. Next, it was your fifth and sixth companies' turn to fill the front line.

Fortunately, this force now had all combat personnel pulled to the front line. So even if it was just a group of mobilized civilians, they were able to withstand the 30% casualty rate without losing their combat ability in a situation where they had no choice but to fight to the death.

But even if they knew that they were likely to die if they didn't fight, for a group of civilians, physiology was not something that will could easily overcome.

They had reached their limit.

The stench of Orks, the bloody smell of blood, the broken corpses of friends, and the despair of wanting to do something but being powerless.

In the atmosphere of death and eternal sleep that permeated their bodies, some people began to fall to the ground due to weakness in their hands and feet.

Not only psychological, but also physiological limits were challenging their nerves.

The physical strength overdrawn by continuously enduring the recoil and swinging the weapons with all their strength drained their entire bodies. Some elderly people even died suddenly due to the dual impact.

The formation quickly showed the first place of collapse, followed by the second place. Then, like a dam that suddenly collapsed under the flood, the entire formation completely rotted.

The scene evolved into a slaughter. In that surging Green Tide, only a few scattered resistances continued.

One of them was Zhang Ge, Dominica, and Isis, who were leading the Adeptus Custodes. They formed a circle and reduced the combat width, so that the number of Orks that could flood to their front at the same time was limited, making the situation temporarily controllable.

The other few were mobile formations relying on the remaining Walkers, those on the Walkers only needed to defend the area around their feet, and it also saved their physical strength relatively.

As for other places, there was nothing but wailing blood. If someone had time, then they could pull the fuse of the bomb hanging on their body and take a group of Orks to be buried with them. If they didn't have time, they could only be torn and ravaged like puppets among the Orks.

The green aliens faces were filled with happy smiles, but they chewed on broken skulls and a few eyeballs in their mouths, and also pulled out intestines from the chest and abdomen of the people who were still alive after being cut in half to continue stuffing them into their mouths.

They had no moral bottom line by human standards, and were not even the same species as humans at all. They would not understand the mothers and children who wanted to protect each other, nor would they understand the brothers who desperately apologized to each other at the last moment.

In their eyes, this was nothing more than "this shrimp" and "that shrimp", and they didn't mind squeezing the heads of the two brothers with their big hands, and then squeezing inward, exploding them with various liquids mixed together like they were casually squeezing two watermelons.

If one were to see such a scene with one's own eyes, it would be difficult not to engrave the word "alien" with the deepest hatred, and it would not be difficult to understand why even Space Marines like the Ultramarines, who are known for their reason, had difficulty remaining rational when facing aliens.

However, even in this situation that was already desperate enough, the situation did not turn around as in a fairy tale.

The sound of engines from afar grew closer, but it was not reinforcements, but the regular Ork troops who had finally been unable to hold back and wanted to join the battlefield. They drove various Wartrukks, mainly motorcycles, and began to charge towards the battlefield amidst the roars and howls.

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