I, Superman, the Supreme Commander

Chapter 184 The arrival of rescue is incredible

Six Thunderhawk gunboats dropped from the sky.

Looking at the Space Marines wearing dark grey power armour with white shark patterns on their shoulder armor walking down from the gunship, Julius, the Second Captain of the Ash Claws, felt a little uncomfortable.

"Why are these bastards coming here..."

Julius muttered. He was upset, but also touched. After all, the other party should have received the request for help and rushed over to help.

The tall Space Marine walking in front, who was obviously a head taller than the others, took off his helmet, revealing a bald head with pale skin, dark pupils, and a playful smile on his face.

He walked straight up to Julius and said sarcastically, "Isn't this my dear cousin Julius? Why are you so embarrassed this time?"

"Where is your Second Company? Could it be that there are only these few people left? It's really tragic. My condolences."

"Shut up! Bel-Shar!"

Julius cursed: "If you don't want to get beaten, shut your stinky mouth!"

The bald warrior named Bel Shar smiled, looked at the wounded and bloody warriors around Julius, and said in a slightly softer tone: "So you had a fight with the Zerg? It's hard for you to hold out for so long. I saw on the way here that there are at least hundreds of billions of Zerg troops in Makaria."

"What's going on in the sky? Weren't you intercepted by the Zerg fleet?"

"We were also wondering. It seemed like those big insects in the sky were attacked by some special weapon and turned into floating corpses."

"My think tank told me that there is a special [existence] on Makaria. Perhaps it was He who paralyzed the Zerg army..."

Bell narrowed his eyes and stared at a certain direction in Julius's army. "He's there, right? I can feel his presence!"

Julius was ready to face a formidable enemy. He led his men to protect the armored vehicle carrying the mysterious man, and warned: "Katos, I warn you not to have any improper thoughts. This is the property of the Ash Claw!"

Bell laughed. "I can't think so. Only the strong have the right to dominate their prey. Julius, it's obvious that we, the white sharks, are the predators that stand higher in the food chain."

"I advise you to hand over that thing obediently, so as to avoid damaging the relationship between our two families."

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Haha... little sharks, listen up!"

The Space Marines of the Carcharodon Regiment drew their weapons and pointed them at the Ember Claws, who also raised their bolters.

Bell sneered and said, "Julius, I advise you to think about the lives of your brothers and not to put up a meaningless resistance. My Tiger Shark is still parked overhead."

Bell's implication was self-evident. Facing the Sharknado, which had air superiority over the starships, the remnants of the Ash Claws were simply seeking their own demise by resisting.

The brothers turned their eyes to Julius, waiting for his decision.

Julius gritted his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead, and his expression was tangled and angry.

Bell gave a wicked smile that showed he had a plan.

[Hey... Sagan, second company, this is Nerva, please reply if you get it. ]

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from the communication generator of Julius and his men's helmets.

Bell heard some hurried sounds in his ears. His face changed immediately and he looked at Julius unwillingly and unhappy. “Hmph, claws, you’re lucky!”

"Brothers, let's retreat!"

The Sharknado warriors left in a shuttle.

Not long after, a larger fleet of shuttles landed in front of Julius and his companions, with more than a hundred shuttles, including several large transport planes carrying mortal troops.

A burly Space Marine nearly three meters tall walked down from one of the Thunderhawk gunships. His face was majestic and full of vicissitudes of life. The iron halo behind his head shone brightly in the sun, and the symbol of the Imperial laurel wreath on his shoulder armor was eye-catching.

This exceptionally tall and mighty Space Marine is the current Chapter Master of the Ash Claws, Nerva.

"Julius, you did a great job."

The Chapter Master patted his brother's shoulder encouragingly, looked at the other warriors, and praised them: "You are all great. You have not brought shame to the honor of our Chapter."

As the Nerva Chapter Captain spoke, orbital strikes fell from the sky, and combat gunships roared past, beginning to bombard and clear the Zerg from the planet.

There were also bursts of flashes in space. That was the fleet clearing the hive fleet in space.

Julius said solemnly to the captain: "Sir, I have something important to report to you..."

Nerva looked at the armored vehicle carrying the "special cargo".

"I've probably guessed it. Let's go back to the Fire Phoenix first."

The transport plane carried Julius and nearly 10 million survivors of the Mortal Legion back to the space fleet.

On the flagship of the Ash Claws Chapter, the Hell-class battleship [Fire Phoenix], Chapter Master Nerva, Chief Chaplain Alatar, First Captain Sith, Second Captain Julius and other core leadership members of the Chapter gathered in the infirmary, silently watching the sleeping man lying on the stone bed, his body emitting a soft golden light.

"What are the test results?"

The Chapter Master asked Ragar, the Chapter's Chief Apothecary.

"Incredible." Ragar said in amazement: "From the scan results, his body structure is no different from that of ordinary people. But from the energy reaction, he contains more energy than a star!"

“What are the results of the genetic test?”

"Unfortunately, his body is covered with a special force field, and the technicians cannot touch his body."

"In fact, I tested it a little bit. The force field on his body has incredible strength and can withstand all attacks - brothers, I mean everything, including the God's Blade Light Spear carried by the Fire Phoenix!"

After Ragar said this with an exclamation, everyone couldn't help but gasp, and there was a suppressed exclamation at the scene.

"Doctor, are you bragging? How is it possible that a human body can withstand the light spears of a battleship?"

"The Primarchs can't do it?"

Chapter Master Nerva seemed to be thinking about something. He stroked his chin and said slowly, "It's not impossible. As far as I know, there is a record that the Primarch of the Salamanders, the Fire Dragon Lord Vorkan, survived the attack of a light spear."

As soon as the regiment commander said this, the voices of doubt immediately disappeared.

The Space Marines looked at the man lying on the stone bed in confusion, wondering: "Could this also be a Primarch?"

Or a being similar to the Primarch?

But why is he so short?

——By the standards of the Astartes, this man was less than two meters tall, which was considered short, not to mention the Primarchs who were generally over three meters tall.

Chapter Master Nerva thought for a while, then asked his chief think tank, "Alatar, have you found the cause of the Zerg paralysis?"

Alatar nodded, and under everyone's curious gaze, he shared his amazing discovery.