Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 339: Everyone Gets What They Need

"General, the situation in the Eastern Theater has eased slightly. The offensive of the Death Guard and Chaos creatures has dropped by 13.45%."

"General, the attacks on the Northeast Theater have been greatly reduced, down 22.74% in two days."

"General..."

More than a dozen military commanders, knight chiefs, and Titan leaders from major war zones were reporting on the latest situation through holographic projections.

"Withdrawal?"

"That's right General. The Death Guard has withdrawn on a large scale, and only the Chaos creatures are still acting on instinct."

"That shouldn't be the case. Although the frontal battlefield is with that guy named Lin Heng, STC is a panacea for everything...

How is the situation of the Black Stone Creations?" asked Galati Tule, the Casting General.

"According to the response from the frontline troops, the Black Stone creation disappeared after it distorted space. Based on the observation of the subspace fluctuations within a 3.5-kilometer radius.

Although the distortion has been reduced by 78.61%, the wide-area channel is still severely interfered with, and most of the fleet has moved kilometers away to avoid interference.

Galata nodded, wondering why the other party would use this kind of equipment on this little psychic.

"What is the damage to the troops?"

"The number of Skitarii in each theater has dropped by more than 40%. The consumption of weapons, ammunition, and energy is roughly equivalent to that of two large hives with a population of one million."

"The damage to the General Knight family is close to 33.65%, and some Ranger Knights will take more than days to repair."

"Three Warhounds, one Reaver, and one Warmaster were severely damaged and will require years of repair, but the rest of the Titans are functioning well."

Warhound Titan, the smallest, 15 meters, flexible and powerful, mostly used for reconnaissance and ambush

Seeing that the Casting General was silent, one of the sages wearing a cylindrical metal receiver on his head pondered:

"General, what is our next plan?"

Galatia turned around and looked at the STC behind him that was continuously producing the panacea. The crystal medicine was shining brightly. As long as it was safely placed on the triple Saint Fe planet, all the damage would not be worth mentioning.

"Although the Black Stone creations are equally tempting, they are still inferior to the current STC. It is time to evacuate this resourceless dirt ball."

"1001 Why do these Death Guards have Black Stone artifacts? How did they produce these things?"

"I don't understand 1101. Isn't this thing used by the Necrons to seal the Warp? Why can it also enhance psychic reactions?"

"We still know too little, and we need to pray to the God of All Things from time to time."

The sages nodded one after another, thinking about which aspects they should study about STC when they return.

Predator Titan, about 22 meters, full of martial virtue,

"...But what about those allies? Those Astartes Chapters and Astra Militarum Legions? Are we just going to ignore them?" asked a certain army commander.

"The Flesh Tearers of the three Space Marine Chapters have not withdrawn yet. They are still on the front line and are probably chasing the Death Guard now.

The remaining troops of the Death Watch said that they were preparing to return to the outpost according to the priest's previous orders. The Blood Crows had already withdrawn after the battle with the man named Typhons, and now they are probably some distance away from us.

Casualties of the 17 Astra Militarum Legions were in the..

“The rest is needless to say. It has little impact on us. It’s up to them to decide whether to go or stay. The most important thing is that STC is in our hands.

If we could take the Black Stone artifact away, victory would be even sweeter... What a pity."

The sages and military commanders all agreed that there were plenty of interstellar armies, millions of them, and even a single war would wipe them out, so it wasn't a big deal.

It's like doing math problems, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Tens of millions or hundreds of millions are just a few numbers.

Titan Skitarii

"We have done what needs to be done. It is unwise to waste resources on a planet that has already been drained. Studying the STC is the most important task.

In order to behead the high-ranking generals of the Death Guard, those chapters suffered heavy casualties, and it would take them several years to restore their original structure on their own.

Those strange guys...are nowhere to be found anyway. We have done everything we could and can report to the STC.

Prepare to withdraw troops.”

"Yes!"

The message was then passed down layer by layer, and within two hours it reached every corner of the land of more than 100,000 square kilometers. Even the lone wolf in an area invaded by sandstorms received the order to retreat.

That was the highest level of retreat, meaning abandoning all enemies. It was an assembly order with the shortest time, fastest speed, and least armaments. There was no excuses, no doubts, and there would be no stopping once the time was up.

"The rebels' offensive is getting weaker and weaker. I estimate that there are only about 200 people left on the other side. You can ask the Skitarii to... Hey!"

Wilder Eden, the commander of the tank squad that transported Lin Heng, was discussing the next tactics with Skitarii Alpha, but when he turned around, he found that the other party was tapping something on the receiver on his arm.

Skitarius Alpha nodded, then looked at the surrounding situation, turned around and said to Wilder:

"We must immediately proceed to the landing point 200 kilometers away to board the aircraft. The Order is withdrawing its troops."

"withdraw troops?"

Wilder stood up in astonishment, but the gravel shattered by the stray bullet made him squat again.

Skitarii and Warhound Titans

"Why withdraw? We killed all the horses on the other side...the positions were destroyed, and so many people died."

"I don't know the situation at your upper levels. Of course, it is also possible that your communication equipment is relatively backward and the signal is still in the process of being transmitted."

After the leader finished speaking, he quickly turned around and left. The dozen or so soldiers of the Crusader Army around him also stopped paying attention to the fleeing enemy.

"F*cking hell, just leave like that?!"

"Jingle-ding-ding-ding-ding."

Stray bullets jumped around the trenches. The rebels on the opposite side had been suppressed by the Crusaders for many days, but when they saw the enemy suddenly retreat, the accumulated resentment immediately found a breakthrough point and pressed down on everyone.

"Captain! Captain!"

Wilder looked sideways and saw Van Moore running towards him with his head lowered and his body bent, holding a hot laser gun.

"Captain, all the Crusaders on my side have evacuated. They said they received the news of the withdrawal. What should we do?"

Wilder cautiously turned his head to look at the hills not far away. There were dozens of guns firing over there with the sound of "ding-dong-dong". It would be easy to deal with them with the help of the Crusaders, but now they were alone.

There wasn't even a working tank to be found, the orbital weapons in the position were all destroyed, and there were probably only a dozen or so Astra Militarum troops left.

"Damn it, stop fighting. If you need to be a coward, just be a coward. The automatic soldiers are not here. How many bullets can you withstand with your body? Retreat!"

The equipment of the Skitarii is ten thousand times better than that of the Big Head. After all, they are backed by the richest monastic order and can be equipped with any good stuff.

Van Moore gritted his teeth. If it were a few days ago, he might have refuted the captain with his passion, but after the baptism of blood and fire, he already knew that death was just a blink of an eye.

"I know..."

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”

“Bang bang bang bang…!”

Just as the two were about to signal others to evacuate the front line, a series of explosions followed by a whistling sound overhead.

Van Moore looked up at the fighter plane falling from the clouds, patted Wilder who was holding his head, and said:

"Captain, it looks like the navy!"

"Navy? They..."

"Ta-ta-ta-ta."

...

"The Order is going to withdraw? The Navy is going to withdraw as well? Then how the hell are we going to fight?"

The colonel of the Star Army who had communicated with the pastor reprimanded that the life and death of Lin Heng and the others were uncertain, and leaving like this would only put them in great trouble.

"The large-scale retreat of the Death Guard proves that the matter has come to an end. Moreover, we are only here to provide assistance, not to station troops permanently. There is no need to fight to the end for a planet without resources!"

The colonel clenched his fists, but the reality was right in front of him, and he alone could not turn the tide.

He also needed help from his teammates hiding in the corners, but the news of the war was reported layer by layer, and it took who knows how many days to reach the Military Affairs Department of the 53rd Star District in the Extreme Star Field.

What's more, even if they arrived, the dozens of rescue requests every day would just pile up, and the efficiency of the Ministry of the Interior has never been faster...

Without any objections, the Astra Militarum officers immediately began to discuss rewarding each other and who had played a greater role in this war.

"If you ask me, we are all serving the Emperor and the Empire. Stop arguing about this and there is no point in taking credit for it with our own people.

There are so many wounded people. If we don’t quickly ask the Order for the panacea, they will be snatched away by those legless people sooner or later.”

Once this was said, it was recognized by the vast majority of officers, and they all asked their logistics and quartermasters to ask the order for money.

However, to everyone's surprise, they received exactly the same answer, that is, the panacea produced was stolen, only two out of ten remained, with less than 15 pills left.

As a result, the furious Astra Militarum and the equally angry Imperial Navy were surprisingly united this time. In less than two days, they assembled their troops and boarded planes to "hunt down and intercept" the Order together.

Everything was going on quietly, and everyone seemed to have forgotten a certain battlefield. Humans and chaos seemed to have left this place with what they needed and gained.

The remaining Tau were full of fighting spirit and launched a decisive attack when everyone left the planet.

...

"We're back! Master Ether, the commandos are back!"

The messenger reported the exciting news with great joy.

A. Lagong slowly stood up, applied holy water to his forehead three times, completed his final prayer ceremony, opened his eyes and there seemed to be a gleam of light, and his proud expression was clearly revealed.

"Very good, the Greater Good protects you and me, let's go!"

Everyone set off quickly, and the escort team immediately controlled the floating platform to fly towards the hangar.

At this time, hundreds of engineers, commanders and logistics personnel were looking forward to the triumphant return of the heroes.

Seeing the Ether Master coming, he immediately knelt on one knee and placed his hand on his chest, with admiration, respect, and gratitude in his eyes, and there was no other emotion besides that.

The dome of the hangar buzzed, and the sound revealed the return of the hero, and everyone immediately looked up.

The Torrent Combat Suit, which was only a head shorter than the Imperial Ranger Knight, landed quietly and majestically in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Comparing with the Imperial Knight, it is equipped with a dark matter nova reactor, which is highly efficient and invincible, but can easily melt the driver even if overloaded.

There was not a single scratch on the brand new armor, which proved from the side that the energy shield was powerful. Envy, admiration, pride, nothing else came to mind.

The cockpit opened, and Xia Si'ai, dressed in a silver-white uniform, walked onto the stage. His indifferent expression seemed particularly contradictory to the noisy environment.

It was not until the floating platform that the Ether Mentor was riding on arrived in front of him that he reacted, and then he knelt on one knee and said silently:

"Fulfilling the mission..."

Applause and cheers rose and fell, hitting his face as cold as a rock like waves.

It was as if the sound of gunfire so close at hand and the fear that kept him awake made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Xia Si'e...Captain Xia Si'e."

One question after another brought him back to reality. Facing the questioning expression of the Ether Mentor, Xia Si'ai quickly forced a smile to avoid being noticed by the other party.

"What about the Deceiver? Where is it?"

Xia Si'ai pointed to the nano-crystal lead-sealed cabinet attached to the combat uniform and said:

"Inside, but the situation.."

"Open it immediately and let me see it."

Looking at the excited expression of the Ether Mentor, Xia Si'ai felt his scalp tingling. He shook his head and took a step forward, but was stopped by two guards.

"The captain is fine." An. Lagong waved his hand and said.

Xia Si'ai took a deep breath, stepped forward and whispered:

"There is only half of a severely decayed body left inside, and it is in critical condition..."

"Then let the doctor start treatment immediately. At least he won't die now."

“No, no, no, absolutely not. Any soldier who comes close, even if he is wearing combat uniform, will suffer an irreversible illness and die. We cannot open it without a complete closed medical area.

It is not dead yet... or it cannot die at all, the Deceiver is even resurrecting."

"With the Greater Good protecting you and me, why are you afraid of these?"

A. Lagon's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw the marks of repeated burns on the lead cabinet, and said gloomily.

Xia Si'ai felt a chill down his spine, fearing that the other party would open the coffin and conduct an autopsy on the spot, but Mentor Ether was still rational, and his gloomy expression immediately turned sunny when he looked at everyone.

And he grasped his arm, raised it high and said kindly:

"Three cheers for the hero's return!"

"Hero! Hero! Hero!"

Everyone was jumping for joy and praising him. The praises were like a steel knife scraping at his bones, peeling back Xia Si's old face. He recalled what happened a few hours ago and felt that he didn't deserve it at all...

"Captain Xia Si'ai, tell us about your heroic deeds. Did you kill thousands of enemies?"

Below the stage, the Fire Clan's student soldier asked with emotion.

"I.."

Xia Si'ai felt a little nauseous and conflicted. He didn't know whether he should tell the truth.

But An. Lagun's burning gaze told him what he should do. He felt the other party pinching his arm, and he understood that all the thoughts of the Titanium could not escape the perception of the ether...

"Yes..I did everything you imagined."

"The artillery fire roars, but they are no match for us." An. Lagong, who knew the truth, waved his hands and shouted.

"Hero...!" The crowd who were unaware of the truth were excited.

The fighter plane took off first and told him the situation on the battlefield: broken walls, artillery arrays like a sea of ​​fire, charred and smoking vehicles, and corpses everywhere.

"No creature can stand in the way of the Tau."

The imperial soldiers dropped the corpses they were hugging, howled, angry, trembling as they raised their double guns and charged, but... their resolute courage was extinguished by their own overheated and exploding guns.

"The Greater Good will surely spread to every corner of the galaxy!"

Everyone left, whether it was the empire or those terrifying creatures, except for tens of thousands of defeated soldiers, as if they had discussed it beforehand, and they all left.

It seems like they each take what they need and gain something, and nothing else is worth paying attention to.

Titanium... is not worth paying attention to...

"That group of enemy troops was not worth mentioning at all. When they saw our captain controlling the Riptide combat suit, they immediately fled and evacuated the planet!

We have reclaimed the ancient heritage of the Tau, and once again we have won a victory worthy of record!"

"Hero! Hero! Hero...!"

...

"How shameless." Taraxin squeezed Lin Heng's half-body and said.

"I wonder why everyone is so fanatical. They can say something fake is real and someone else's is their own, right? This ether is really good at fooling people."

Lin Heng didn't care about ether, he wanted to give that bastard a punch, but what was more important than recovering his body was to accept the various secrets in the priest's gene seed.