Chapter 547: Saving the Soldiers and Wild Wolves -
On the surface of Cadia and deep underground, this group of heroes gathered together at a critical moment when kings versus kings, kings, kings...
In the high orbit above Cadia, a king vs. king king king is about to begin.
The Eternal Will of Blackstone Fortress—or rather, the daughter of the fortress, Draula Morcas found that her emotions were as bad as the battle situation inside and outside the fortress itself.
Kakadius Shiron has been tracking the cunning wild wolves with her for a long time. They passed through the cabins parasitized by subspace flesh and blood, and went down to the lowest and deepest room of the fortress. These ancient rooms that are older than human history are still as empty and neat as when they were built - as Mocas never dared to tell anyone in detail, the Blackstone Fortress is alive, and Fortress hates them.
To the fortress, subspace flesh and blood are neoplastic tumors, and Mocas and her beloved father - they are the invaders and cancer cells. If Mocas insists on continuing to use her "share" from the fortress "The resonance caused by the subspace power will erode the fortress, then she will eventually let the Blackstone Fortress die.
But she didn't care, because Morcas believed that nothing was more important than the wishes of her Warmaster, her father. She had always believed that although Abaddon didn't say it, the fact that he allowed her to read his mind like everyone else was proof that he was special to her, and that he still had a fatherly heart for her. .
But now after Shiron killed a lone wolf caught in Morkath's trap and once again used the unique means of Space Marines to obtain information, Morkath was distraught. It was discovered that the large number of troops originally stationed in Blackstone Fortress were rapidly decreasing.
"What's wrong?" Alpha Intelligence Master asked.
"The captain is dead." Mokas replied, "Now the bridge control room of the Eternal Will is filled with the phantoms and screams before the cables in his mind were pulled out. Blackstone has preserved them. It came down and echoed over and over again, which made me upset.”
"What? The heirs of Russ did it? Did they find any shortcut to quickly return to the upper bridge? Then we must notify the Warmaster immediately."
"No." She answered briefly, "Those intruders The attacker is nearby, and their current path is the room next to the shield energy conversion node. We should be only one cabin away at most, not them."
Alfa nodded thoughtfully. She was not asked next who specifically killed the captain. "So," he reloaded his weapon. "Come on, it's time to end the hunt. Mark this area and I will call my Gamma team to come and hunt. You remember to open extra doors and walls on the way for them."
The Daughter of Blackstone nodded, Leaning herself into the alcove formed by the huge chest raised on the wall, she closed her eyes and began to manipulate the subspace neural network that she had long rooted in the cracks of the Blackstone Fortress.
So Mocas didn’t see the intelligence master’s face instantly turn cold, it was a look that had already understood the war master’s intention.
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Sven Bloodhowl, the remaining twenty brothers and several Cadian soldiers are carefully advancing along the pipeline in the dark tunnel. They left behind a large number of mindless fortress slaves and flesh and blood fragments of small demons. These zombie-like things were unarmed and did not move very fast, but they kept wandering around from everywhere to try to slow down their progress. , they managed to get rid of another batch.
The genetically modified eyes of the Space Wolves do not work well in this almost completely dim environment, and the headlights do not work in the darkness of the warp they are often trapped in, but fortunately they You can also rely on your sensitive sense of smell and other senses They have also discovered through these time treks that the closer they get to some functional rooms or useful places, the proportion of smooth and relatively harmless night stones will become smaller. There will be more abnormally large and abnormal flesh and blood organs.
——And this fortress looks like it’s fucking haunted. He knows that these chaos things can’t make any serious space fortress!
It’s like the frightening fireside nursery rhyme told to children by the Fenris tribe has become a reality: any room with floors and walls that can eat people will turn into a giant mouth and sharp teeth to bite people. Doors and windows that are broken or chewed off, corridors that have no lights but change size and shape on their own, soft floors that squirm and make bowel sounds when stepped on, eyeballs and blood vessels half a person's height that suddenly pop out...
Thinking of this, the Space Wolf spat viciously on the floor, where a network of varicose nerves and arteries had begun to grow from the cracks, and muttered a few Fenrisian phrases to ward off evil.
The corrupted flesh and blood here is getting denser and denser, and they also smell a trace of promethium and other substances commonly used in shield generators and related equipment mixed with the rancid and fermented smell of the slaves on the lower deck. The smell of grease.
It’s not easy to get here. These are the only people left in his Fire Howling Company, and the Thirteenth Cadian Guards Regiment, these brave Cadian people are the only ones left.
From the perspective of the killing efficiency of the damn tracking team, it is very likely that the people he brought and himself will all be confessed here, but Sven Bloodhowl felt it when he entered the lower level through the shaft before. I also saw the Phalanx's cannon attack on the Eternal Will. Then it's clear what to do. As long as they, the only ones on the fortress, can destroy the engines or shield generators of the Blackstone Fortress, the Mountain Formation can start shooting at this damn haunted thing. Maybe If you're lucky, you can blow up Abaddon.
Furthermore, Blood Howl always felt that the parts of Blackstone Fortress that did not grow these subspace neural gadgets were always helping them intentionally or unintentionally. At least based on this judgment, he hid in Blackstone Fortress many times and temporarily used black stones as weapons. The rooms or tunnels in which they spawned have evaded several searches.
Although the Wolf Lord intuitively believed that part of the fortress itself was guiding them, this damn fortress was not only haunted but also very large, so they managed to get here with great difficulty. According to this density, there must be a room in front worth destroying...
Wait a minute.
In the darkness, Sven Bloodhowler's ears twitched sensitively, and his nostrils opened and contracted, twitching repeatedly.
The smell of steel servo, mechanical nano-incense and engine oil, and a very subtle, very subtle... incense smell? It's very light, to the point where you wouldn't be able to smell it if you weren't a Space Wolf.
He can bet that this is the first time he has smelled this smell in this universe. So why are there memory records?
The Wolf Lord sniffed a few more times warily. Although he had never smelled this kind of incense, the ancient genetic spiral code inherited from the distant original body suddenly popped up with several more ancient words to describe its ingredients: amber , cedar wood, lavender, myrrh...
Although he is more than two meters tall and wears a heavy Hundreds of kilograms of iron armor, but Sven Bloodhowler's footsteps are now as soft as the flesh pads of a direwolf walking on the snow. He raised his hand and gestured to his battle brothers who were following behind him. They all dispersed around silently, and he turned his head and made a few gestures with the headlight to indicate that there might be unexpected situations ahead.
Suddenly a dangerous light lit up in the cabin.
The bullets and muzzle flashes of bolt guns are like illumination bombs, drawing meteor-like trajectories in the long passage. These glimmers of light are enough for professional genetically modified warriors to detect each other's existence and distance.< br>
“Attack! For Ruth and Allfather!” “Fire!”
Wild wolves rushed towards Hiron and Mocas in front from all directions. The intelligence master raised his pistol and ignored the series of sparks and bullet holes shot on his breastplate. With indifference, he shot at the heads of the wild wolves that rushed towards him one by one - many of them were tripped or entangled by the corrupted flesh and blood machinery stretched out under their feet and around them during the charging and shooting, which affected their speed and reaction.
But what is even more detrimental to this gang-hopping assault death squad is that the Alpha Intelligence Director used the terrain information gap to summon his own heavy weapons and melt eradication team. In other words, the current situation is that Xilong With Mocas in the center, the Space Wolves and Cadians are in the inner circle, and the outermost circle belongs to the soldiers of the intelligence chief and the low-level demons of the fortress summoned by Mocas.
The Reaper automatic cannon began to fire at the wolves, hitting the shoulder armor of one wolf, and then the dense mass bullets flew ruthlessly towards the Space Wolf behind him, about to beat him to pieces. It broke into two pieces, while more muzzles poured out the flames of death mercilessly——
A long bird song.
The flames of death are shielded by golden wings.
Something huge suddenly appeared from the air. It was so wide that it instantly blocked the Alpha Team's shooting sight. The bolt bullets hitting its surface only stirred up bursts of shield plating. Ripple, that thing--that defiant, gleaming jet black and dotted with gold, fearless, nimble and light It was like a shadow that only appeared in a dream, waving the Shabar saber that dragged out long white-gold flames and black lightning, turning its body, almost dancing, and every movement it made reached perfect balance. There is no unnecessary pretense in wielding the sword, and every attack is the ultimate that any swordsman dreams of.
The first stroke of the knife cut off the heads of six consecutive Alphas. Before the row of heads flew up one after another, the Shabar saber passed through the crowd like a white-gold lightning that illuminated the dark tunnel. With the group of demons, the second sword slashed the three-headed demon into six pieces. The third sword, the intelligence master The breastplate was cut open like silky butter. Kacadius Hiron even paused in shock for a few seconds, seemingly unable to accept the fact that he was cut open like this. Then he With an expression of sudden realization, he pulled off a certain device from his waist and threw it on the floor while trying to lift it. He fired melta shots under the double-linked explosive shells, and shouted to Mocas, "Inform the Warmaster! Tell him, DEVICUS!"
Mocas knelt on the ground and put her ten fingers on Inserted into the fleshy floor of the warp, began a desperate search for the one throughout the fortress. A mind that is unique and shining like a star, even though she has never done so since she learned human language, because this must allow her to use it when looking for him. The relationship between her and Abaddon that always makes Mokasi Tethered by warmth and admiration, and Abaddon forbids her to use it this way, will she succeed? Can she find him with all her love for her father?
Ah, it was easier than she thought. In her mind, the Warmaster was like a noble emperor with a crown of stars shining on the bridge - she tried her best to think in her mind. Shout that word at him——
"No! No! This is a trap! Run! Don't come!"
Suddenly, Shiron, who realized why he didn't die immediately, rushed over and knocked Mocas over, so she and The connection between the subspace souls was suddenly interrupted, and the demon's flesh and nerves twitched. Standing up, the backlash of the Blackstone Fortress spread from the transplanted Blackstone bones in Mocas's body to her Blackstone teeth and Blackstone eyeballs. She howled in pain, and her subspace flesh and blood twitched like countless stalagmites protruding from the ground. 's sharp teeth angrily attack the intelligence chief, is he crazy!
“Responded very quickly.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
These were the last two comments that Xi Long heard before and after his head flew up.
Mocas' whole body was shivering, and those sharp teeth helped her hinder her attacker for just a second. She curled up and dived into the thick layer of flesh and bone and fled elsewhere.
"Aren't you going to chase him? I still want to chop off his head with my own hands."
"It's not necessary."
The two people talking - or rather, two people The inhuman beings turned to the wild wolves and Cadians who were holding their weapons vigilantly and staring at them from across the room.
"Are you...?"
The Contemptor Fearlessly turned on the searchlight on his shoulder, and the room suddenly became brighter.
“Travelers, teachers and students who are passing by during the lecture. Unfortunately, the content of this lecture is the strategy of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind, but it is still not fully demonstrated.”
< br> "Blackstone Fortress and the skies above Cadia are not good places to teach. What kind of person would 'pass by' here and teach students?" Blood Howl muttered.
When Sven Bloodhowl saw the Iron Hands emblem on Dauntless's shoulder clearly, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his breathing became really heavy when he saw the figure of the person next to him: This man has a height and build that far exceeds that of an ordinary Space Marine. His body proportions and gestures are harmonious and balanced. He exudes an indescribable natural force. He is dressed in black and gray master power armor that covers his whole body, including his head, making it impossible for people to Get a glimpse of its appearance.
The Wolf Lord couldn't wait to look at any position of power armor that could identify this person's identity, but he only saw Iron Hand's own battle group logo. The armor itself was extremely sophisticated and the decoration was simple yet elegant, but without any Patterns that can be used to specifically identify the identity. This mysterious but noble giant has a relic pistol on its holster, the same Shabal saber as the Dreadnought hanging on his belt, and a power gear ax in his hand, but nothing else. Other things.
"It seems we can't trick Abaddon into teleporting here to solve it directly." Wuwei said, "He should have noticed something was wrong and wouldn't come rashly."
"Tsk. I still want to attack him. Just punch him in the face and spit..." Although Sven Bloodhowl was extremely dissatisfied with the idea that he had come up with, he couldn't help but lower his voice in front of such an ancient fearless and...
"Then demolish this place first!" said the extremely tall warrior, "This place is so disharmonious that it is dazzling."
"Of course." Wuwei said, " I believe they think so too."
He glanced at Swain, then raised one of his power claws and opened his palm -
(End of this chapter)