Warhammer 40K: Veterans Surge Like a Torrent, Heretics Beg for the End Chapter 108 108: For Gork and Mork! For the Empire!

The narrow interior corridors of the fortress were designed with urban warfare in mind, and with the Adeptus chanicus personally overseeing the construction, the few remaining defenders finally managed to hold back the Tyranid Swarm by utilizing the terrain.

At the entrance, which was filled with cover, the Astartes and the Black Watch, along with a large number of Imperial Guardsn, continuously slaughtered the Tyranid Swarm attempting to storm in, while behind them, in the slightly more spacious interior of the fortress, lay many wounded soldiers.

As they faced the final line of defense with nowhere left to retreat, a sense of despair perated the cramped fortress.

"I told you! Lord Sith will definitely bring reinforcents!"

Fanros's angry roar ca from the very back; the wounded soldiers outside felt no hope upon hearing this, only deeper despair in their hearts.

Because ever since Sith left, Fanros had repeated this line about "reinforcents" countless tis.

Yet, facing imminent death, they had seen no sign of any reinforcents whatsoever.

Especially the incorporated Ustalii garrison Astra Militarum, who did not believe that the Imperial defenders at the North Pole would run over to rescue them.

Even if they were willing to save them, they couldn't do it from across half the planet!

The wounded soldiers dismissed Fanros's words as nonsense, while deep inside, Fanros stood before a local Astra Militarum soldier he had shot dead himself, his expression looking terrible to the extre.

The other officers around him, who had wanted to suggest a breakout, were covered in cold sweat; they lowered their heads, not daring to look Fanros in the eye, wanting only to leave quickly.

After doing all this, Fanros sat back down and, for the umpteenth ti, looked at the monitor to the side, hoping to find Sith's figure on it.

Finding nothing after one glance, Fanros withdrew his gaze in frustration. Just as he was about to send the officers to launch a "counterattack" against the Tyranids, a soldier at the monitoring station approached quickly, his face full of despair: "Xenos! More xenos! They are right behind us!"

The soldier's face was completely drained of color. The already highly tense defenders instantly stared over, and Fanros stumbled slightly.

He hurriedly switched the feed, and upon seeing that the creatures on the screen were not the white chitinous Tyranid Swarm, but a group of Greenskins, Fanros's unsteady steps ca to a sudden halt!

The people around him were still filled with despair, but Fanros took a serious look, and the expression he had kept taut for days finally relaxed.

Turning to the soldier, he unreservedly unleashed his rage: "What xenos? Those are the Empire's reinforcents, they just have greener skin!"

Inside the fortress, the battle at the entrance could no longer hold people's attention. Everyone was glued to the monitors, watching a group of Greenskins slaughter their way through the Tyranid Swarm, their faces erupting with the excitent of finally having a good fight.

Then, following this group of Greenskins, their eyes moved forward to land on the human at the very front.

The crowd was not unfamiliar with this human; after all, he had led them in cutting their way up not long ago. But looking at Sith, then at the Greenskins behind him, everyone still felt that sothing was wrong with this picture.

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