Chapter 720: Defense of Macragge 4
"Enemy! The enemy is charging in!"
The endless swarm of insects was like a surging black tide, instantly tearing open the star fortress's seemingly indestructible last line of defense with overwhelming force.
Immediately afterwards, a horrifying scream resounded through the sky, which was the desperate wail of countless brave and fearless soldiers.
The individuals in these swarms are huge and hideous, and their extremely sharp claws are like the scythe of the god of death. With just a slight swing, they can easily cut the body of a strong soldier in half.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, and the originally quiet and peaceful battlefield instantly turned into a bloody and terrifying slaughterhouse.
The guard insects in the swarm that have evolved continuously became the vanguard of this assault.
The carapace at the front of their bodies is as hard and thick as the tortoise shell of an ancient giant beast. Ordinary laser weapons and live ammunition weapons only leave a tiny, almost imperceptible white dot on it.
But when they charge, the overwhelming force of their impact can easily shatter the solid defenses carefully deployed by an entire army of well-trained Astra Militarum soldiers.
"Soldiers! Fight to the end! Until the blades become blunt! The bullets are exhausted! Until our armor is broken and the blood flows all over our bodies. Even if life is about to flow away from our bodies mercilessly, we must hold on to the last moment!" Standing in the center of this bloody battlefield, the political commissar shouted hysterically.
However, the only responses he got were the miserable screams of the Astra Militarum soldiers and their crazy roars filled with anger and unwillingness.
"Political Commissar, it hurts so much, it hurts so much......"
The soldier, with only half of his body left, crawled forward with difficulty in a heartbreaking manner.
His hands were so tightly gripping the ground that his nails were almost broken, but he still did not give up and moved closer to the political commissar inch by inch.
Pink intestines and bright red blood continued to flow out from his severed lower body, forming a shocking bloodstain on the ground.
The life fluid that should have flowed quietly in the body was now sprayed wantonly on this cruel battlefield.
The uniform he wore, which represented the glory of the Ultramar Auxiliary Army, was already in tatters.
The green blood of the Zerg mixed with his own scarlet blood, completely covering the symbol on his body.
However, even so, the light in his eyes remained firm and persistent.
Finally, he crawled to the feet of the political commissar, raised his head with his last bit of strength, and looked at the stern face of the political commissar.
"May your soul return to the throne..."
The political commissar silently looked at the brave soldier in front of him, his heart filled with grief and helplessness.
He sighed, slowly raised the laser pistol in his hand, and aimed at the soldier's head.
"Bang!" A crisp gunshot broke the dead silence of the battlefield. A dazzling red beam of light flashed across the sky like lightning and instantly hit the soldier's head.
In an instant, the soldier's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, turning into a blood mist that filled the air.
"For the Emperor! Keep fighting!" the political commissar shouted at the top of his lungs, his determined eyes fixed on the swarm of Zerg that was surging like a tide.
The flag in their hands, a symbol of glory and faith, fluttered in the wind, as if telling of the soldiers' unyielding will.
At the same time, his other hand tightly grasped a blood-stained laser pistol, the gun flashing a faint but still deadly light.
Behind the political commissar was a tragic scene. Broken armor, scattered weapons, and countless dead soldiers formed a tragic picture.
But the political commissar did not retreat. He stood firmly on the battlefield ravaged by war, like an unshakable mountain.
However, facing such a huge and ferocious swarm of insects, human resistance seemed so insignificant. In just a moment, the swarm of insects crushed this last line of defense with an overwhelming force.
They broke through the obstacles with their claws and fangs, rushing madly into the interior of the star fortress.
At this time, General Crade was leading the remaining troops in a desperate resistance, but the enemy was too powerful.
Seeing the star fortress platform he was defending gradually fall, he had to issue a retreat order and return to the interior of the star fortress with his remaining troops.
Now, the Zerg has occupied half of the star fortress, and the entire space is filled with the breath of death and fear.
These hideous creatures advanced forward without hesitation, aiming directly at the core area of the star fortress.
"What should we do now?"
Just when all the officers didn't know what to do, Crade slowly walked in.
Crade struggled with pain on his face and limped into the main control room.
There was a shocking cut on the right side of his body. The wound was so deep that one could almost see the bone. Blood was gushing out from the simple bandage like a burst dam, staining the ground beneath his feet red.
"What should we do next..." an officer sighed, his words full of despair and helplessness.
However, at this moment, Claude, who had been silent all the time, slowly raised his head, his eyes firm and resolute.
"We should offer our complete loyalty to the great Emperor!" Although Crad's voice was weak, the determination contained in it was as hard as steel.
"Sir, what do you mean?" The officer widened his eyes and looked at Crade in disbelief.
Krade took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in his body, and said word by word: "Detonate this star fortress under our feet, and let all the Zerg fleets that dare to approach here be buried in the sea of fire and never return! This is the last thing we can do for our comrades who are defending Macragge!"
As Crade finished his words, there was dead silence in the control room.
The remaining mechanical priests exchanged meaningful glances with each other, and then nodded vigorously without any hesitation, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding or made up their minds.
"Praise the Ohm Messiah, may the God of Machines always protect us... allow us to continue moving forward under your glory..." The low and pious voices of the mechanical priests echoed in the air.
At the same time, countless soldiers around also clasped their hands together, closed their eyes and began to pray in a low voice: "Praise the Emperor, please bless us, bless us to survive this crisis... Grant us the strength to fight against evil..."
As the prayers grew louder, the star fortress's self-destruction program was finally officially launched.
The cold electronic sound rang out mercilessly: "3, 2, 1..." These numbers seemed to be the countdown of death, and each sound struck people's tense heartstrings.
When the last "1" fell, there was a loud "bang" and the entire huge star fortress was completely engulfed by the blazing flames in an instant.
The dazzling fire was as bright as the sun, illuminating the dark universe.
The countless approaching insect swarms had no time to react before they were mercilessly swallowed up by the surging flames in the blink of an eye, leaving them no chance to struggle.
