Chapter 542 The sky above Cadia is so lively today -
"You want to tell me now that we still have a Wild Wolf Company and a Cadia 13th Regiment waiting for us in the sky Go to the rescue? ”
After using the calculation and deployment that made the staff of the general headquarters distrustful at first, but now everyone began to wonder how it could be so extreme and genius (in fact, this experience later proved to be correct) Officers present at Qadia Command Especially the bad influence of young officers is immeasurable), Robert Key, who is about to complete all the master plans for hundreds of allied forces on all three continents of Cadia and thousands of battlefields in the sector in the next 72 hours. Liman - now Mercurius, Honsou's champion warrior's face, which was full of eyes and almost showed dark circles, finally showed a faint look of death - not directed at himself, but For the unfortunate Iron Wolf Dalian Wolf Lord who came to report the news.
He raised a hand - everyone - including Owen Gaogan suddenly realized that they could never avoid this fateful blow that seemed to be divinely assisted - and then the Space Wolves thought that they When the medicine will be knocked into the wall and get stuck inside or stuck on it, the medicine Master Ji said softly to the side, "You (you) look really like your (your) brothers (brothers)."
Although for some reason this sentence made me laugh. The furious demon champion stopped what he was doing and started Take a deep breath (all my father’s toes! I actually saw a blood god demon who can stabilize his emotions, right! Amazing! What an amazing achievement, Master Hong Suo!), but the Gaogang Wolf Lord undoubtedly escaped, and the others Only then did they break out in a cold sweat, and asked for Hong Suo's potion one after another. The master intensified the confinement and damage to his champion's body to stabilize the demon's state - obviously, many people who know something about the Tribunal, especially the Demonic Tribunal, undoubtedly believe that Honso used some methods that would normally be used by others. An act declared excommunicative, for example, by a demon host.
Usually this kind of words should be made with tactful hints in a private place, not in a bunker hall full of colleagues and superiors, but since they are with this big demon who may lose control and break through the confinement, In a space, there is such a critical juncture Head, then everyone can't be too tactful - after all, not everyone is as tight-lipped as professional judges. Did you see that Ms. Judge Talia Davona, who was dismissed from her position, now has a face that turns red and turns pale? It was very lively and exciting for a while.
Undoubtedly, this kind of proposal will cause the red light surrounding the head of a certain actual Primarch "Demon Champion" to shine violently again, but Master Hongso is self-taught in the art of civil and military affairs. Be neither humble nor arrogant but resolutely treat any question Suspicions or requests to control Mercurius's actions were dismissed - Mercurius was now linked to all their Tactical Thinkers and was doing it better than anyone else, and Honso was his It’s really hard for them to continue to be tough on the “actual controllers”.
"It should be said...the remnants of the Thirteenth Regiment of Cadia." Creed's voice was strong but with a hint of annoyance, "If I had known that you would come, I would not have agreed to Lord Blood Howling Wolf's proposal. , and they would not let the Thirteenth Regiment, which had just returned and not yet finished its rest, follow them up. But at that time..." He paused, "But I had no choice at the time, we had to do our best."
"Or you can choose to ignore them." Someone whispered, "Anyway, they went up and made sacrifices." Be prepared. There will be no consequences if they don’t go to the rescue. They must be willing to do it for God. The emperor and the empire are loyal.”
Owen turned his head gloomily, scanning the crowd like a Fenrisian wolf preparing to hunt, trying to find the coward who said such a thing, but what he saw was that Most of the mortals are injured and exhausted but still determined to fight to the end - but at the same time they are facing For them, it is a common occurrence to witness the people of their world being loyal to the empire and dying. They do not even need additional reminders or explanations. The faces of these Cadians did not show any disapproval of the words of the man just now. On the contrary, they all seemed to think that such sacrifices were commonplace in war.
This is more terrifying than the Space Marines who have undergone surgery and regular brainwashing and hypnosis enhancement. The old wolf suddenly realized that because this means that this is the tradition, culture and even collective cognition passed down by these mortals from generation to generation. Perhaps the entire Cady Asia and Africa is not only a war fortress, but also a huge college of loyal heirs, which continuously supplies the empire with soldiers who are loyal to the God-Emperor and the war itself. Guilliman also noticed this. His face became more gloomy, but he had already regained his precious calmness. "I will add this variable and re-calculate the strategy..."
"How long will it take? ? There are almost no psykers and astropaths here, and the subspace interference is very serious, and many of the sensitive advanced communication equipment we need to transmit messages have failed! The time required will be greatly increased, and we really can’t waste any more time!”
“It won’t be long!” The amber eyes turned to the direction of the speaker with suppressed rage, and then looked towards him. The pharmacist next to me said, "Give me another shot of 'that'! I know that based on your habit, you will never make just one serving!"
"...I'm very..." The pharmacist who was about to start teasing his young uncle out of habit (excluding the time when Guilliman was asleep, Honso's actual service age was much longer than Guilliman) stopped in time. My own mouth, "...I'm glad that you are satisfied with the effect of the potion, but it has not been tested too much, I can't..."
They are face to face, so Honso hinted at the Thirteenth Primarch with his eyes. Even if he was happy to collect experimental data, it was not now. This potion was just one of the many manifestations of his inspiration from the "awakening" of the Gene Father, and each one The inspiration came from the unexpected gift of the Gene Father's resonance with the nameless void. Even when Hongsuo was making circumstantial remarks, the psyker consultant was very secretive about the origin of this phenomenon.
At the same time, it is one thing to conduct various wonderful substitution experiments on his hated colleagues and former enemies to create a large number of samples to satisfy his desire for revenge. High-dose injections are another story, right? For this master pharmacist, cleverly jumping back and forth crazily on both sides of the red line is a kind of life wisdom, an attitude towards life, and a dark but joyful act of admiration for a son who finally has a father. Liman's request was almost completely over the line.
"Anyway, it won't affect...my actual body, right?"
To everyone's ears, this is undoubtedly another powerful factor that this person has a subspace body. Evidence, and the pharmacist who knows the truth has begun to be glad that Vanus and Grendel are no longer here. These two people are determined to be calmer than themselves!
But in the end, the Potion Master, who once again tasted the bitter pill of shooting himself in the foot because he could not destroy his settings in front of the Thirteenth Primarch and everyone, still sighed and opened the The camera built into the helmet began to inject the "P Potion" he had prepared into Guilliman's mysterious body that he had not yet been able to study more thoroughly.
Nothing changed for the first second.
Within seconds, the Primarch's powerful heart and network of blood vessels pumped the potion throughout his body.
On the far side of time and space, a certain librarian began to mumble while reading a book, "This concentration is too outrageous, but considering that it is... and too reasonable... If so... Then the injection...maybe...the history will be completely different..."
The reaction that had already taken effect once began to work in Guilliman's body again.
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Without the knowledge of Honso but under the influence of the fathers of genes, he started to pick it up from the fingertips of his medical finger From the moment he picked up the potion bottle, he successfully dropped a huge stone into the middle of the river of destiny. It is not enough to change the direction of the rushing river, but it is enough to allow people who could only drift with the current to stretch out their hands and climb on it to get a chance to breathe.
On distant Macragge, Varro Tigris suddenly opened his eyes in the meditation room in the Ptolemaic Library.
His neatly folded Emperor Tarot fell to the ground with a crashing sound in front of him. Only four cards were turned over, and he was about to reach out to pick them up and perform prophecy interpretations based on their position, landing point, and the incense or rune scroll underneath, when Julius' figure appeared at the door of the room. .
The director of the think tank was a little surprised. The protection of his meditation room against the sudden visit of psychic creatures was set up by him personally, and it was particularly strict. Why did he not receive any triggered messages when this adult appeared here? Alert or notification? "Sir...?"
"You are indeed very talented in prophecy...but a little too talented. - What is this?"
Tigris jumped up, closed his eyes and stepped back - two larger hands appeared out of thin air behind him and grabbed his wrists. The tips of the midnight blue claws were cold and sharp, and they touched his unarmored wrists. A tremor arouses on the skin Goosebumps, a voice that seemed to be laughing and reciting poetry in a soft hissing tone said a variant of Gothic dialect that he had never heard before, and then at the moment it was replaced by the electric light of Gothic, he recognized Who does this voice belong to?
But isn't Kant Kraage...wait...could it be...
"What are you thinking about? Guilliman's little cutie?" In a leisurely and relaxed tone, he said A huge metal claw easily subdued him, holding his hands with frightening force, while the other claw stretched out to open his eyelids. The last thing Gris saw was the snow-skinned face of Conde Cratchit with long black hair - and an ancient legionary emblem that he had not really seen for many years except for sporadic battle records. Wings spread out from his chest——
But at this moment Julius has appeared beside him like a phantom, faster than thought.
A red light flashed.
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Unconsciously, dry hot wind from unknown sources began to blow in the underground hall of Cadia, with a touch of ozone, rubber, hot metal and rosin. The smell floats in everyone's nose vaguely.
Owen Gaogan began to show an unbearable expression, as if he had eaten a mouthful of frozen dismantled servitor meat, but everyone except the Space Wolves were just surprised. Not such an obvious reaction.
And everyone's eyes have been gathered involuntarily, witnessing the wavy curve of the shining void crown appearing again above the head of this mysterious demon.
This constantly surging subspace monster is vibrating violently at an incredible high speed. Anyone who does not have a deep understanding of the mysteries of numbers and the universe will feel dizzy and dizzy when looking directly at it, as if his eyes are about to explode. , and the few people who can understand the laws of how things work in this universe are dazzled by it.
For example, after Sage Klan recovered from the initial shock, he hurriedly took out all his recording servo skulls and tried to record this scene that shocked his heart: Perhaps the great demon controlled by Hong Suo represents the meaning of the universe. Is it worthy of Crane to exchange for more things... Or maybe this is the incredible result of the lost relics of the unknown war thousands of years ago encountering subspace pollution while drifting?
The crown did not stop trembling until the most probable result was obtained from countless data, and countless golden and silver lines finally converged into a platinum curve amid the entanglement of gold and red. , and its skull The person it inhabits seems to be getting taller and majestic in the eyes of everyone. Some people even feel that his body size greatly exceeds the size of the several Astartes next to him, but if the person who feels this way opens his eyes wide If you look at it carefully with your eyes, this feeling will disappear again.
Guilliman took a breath, and then exhaled a long steaming sigh from his mouth, "It's done. The new calculation results and presumed plans are being transmitted to your receiving equipment. The ones just now have been overwritten. . ”
Creed was the first to start quickly flipping through his data pad and the papers that the secretaries had hurriedly brought out from the meditator’s jaw.
“What’s going on?!” He raised his head suddenly, his square face covered with new stubble turned red with anger, like an angry Glocks beast, “Why are you here? There are so many extra friendly units added here?! What are you calculating?!" The Lord of the Supreme Castle didn't care about the cigar in his mouth. He gathered a giant that was six heads taller than him. In front of me, with an excited expression He raised the data pad in his hand and said, "According to your calculation, not only will divine soldiers descend from the sky to rescue those who boarded the Blackstone Fortress, but the number of allies in the world of Cadia will be much greater than we expected! Waiting for the mountain As soon as the formation is in place, you ask us to prepare for a counterattack. Do you know how many people are needed for the counterattack? - Do you regard your fallen and chaotic friends as our allies?"
"My calculations are accurate." Guilliman replied firmly. "Within the reasonable prediction range left by the established events, the accuracy of predictions for the next twenty-four hours can reach more than 90%. This is enough to be adopted as a basis for Presumption."
"That's nonsense!" The Lord of the High Castle cannot care about his image, "This is related to tens of millions or even more brave real qadi. The life of a human! I won't let you die..."
"Report! New communication received!" The communication officer who had been guarding the device shouted, almost breaking his voice. New ships have arrived! They also received a communication from the Phalanx! They said they will use the Astartes infantry strike force that can enter quickly!" he said excitedly, "Led by Acting Chapter Master Lysander himself! He sent the coordinates of their next attack!"
The Lord of the High Castle immediately rushed over, "How many ships are coming?! How many people?! The east?! Isn’t that the target of the Vulcan Titan Legion’s attack? Dame Raven is still resisting on the front line... Damn it, how can the rapid strike force deal with the big predator? The Titan Legion? ”
“I don’t know! But they have gone! And the codes of these ships can only be confirmed if they don’t tell me. My authority is not enough! They reported themselves as Astartes battleships...'Storm Walker', "Glory Paladin" and..."
"With what? Also, you said they were separated?"
"Yes! They all contacted us individually and came separately! And the last one is called 'Enterprise'... No.?”
(End of this chapter)