Chapter 695: Ambush the Harlequin
Far Galaxy.
A fleet composed entirely of large battleships is gliding in the planet's synchronous orbit, a thousand kilometers above the equator of Farr, with various battle group emblems announcing their masters. Under the glare of sunlight that is not filtered by the atmosphere, the yellow, silver, black, blue, crimson, white and gray on the battleship's hull are all clearly distinguishable.
But Kurland worries that this is not enough.
He stood in front of the porthole, holding a data tablet and checking over and over again, repeatedly calculating the total of all military forces assembled over Farr. Ship tonnage, fighter groups, armed crews, servitors, ammunition payloads... all of it, not just the number of Space Marines, although the number of Space Marines was the statistic he counted most.
This was the largest number of Space Marines gathered in one place at the same time since the end of the Heresy and the Great Purge.
But the threat from the orcs is still pitiful.
“This is truly a shocking sight.”
A soft-spoken voice sounded next to him.
“Yes, Brother Issachar.”
Kurland turned his head and greeted the visitor.
Chapter Master of the Blamers, Issachar.
On the armor covered with random scratches and engravings, the marks of the two Space Marines' common heritage are clearly visible-the fist on Issagar's white pauldron and the fist on Kurand's yellow pauldron. Identical, with one difference: The Blamer's fist is red and holds a pair of crossed yellow lightning bolts in its fingers, while the Imperial Fists' fist is black.
“The sons of Dorn are all gathered in one place, and the power gathered here takes my breath away. Such an army, such a fleet, with it, the stars are ours... This is The reason why the legion no longer exists."
Isaga approached the armored glass in the corridor, slowly spread his armored fingers on the glass, looked outside and murmured, as if to defend himself. Seize this power.
"Although we have a large number of people, this is not a legion."
Kurland shook his head slightly and corrected:
"According to the latest statistics, we are the 2,080th member of the Rogal Dorn family. Hundreds of people. The Fist of Paragon has been basically exhausted. Their home planet of Idolika was destroyed by the Battle Moon. Grand Marshal Posymond and his Black Templar Expeditionary Force passed by to seek supplies, but they only saw a piece of it. Ruins, now only Maximus Thorne and the Second Company are left.”
Isagar looked at him and comforted him:
“Don’t worry, the remaining Space Marines will arrive soon. Yes, the number of us gathered here is growing every day. The Blamers will soon be here in full force, including all Battle Brothers and Chapter recruits, and I can assure you that the Iron Knights have answered the call and are on their way. Join us.”
"Then what? How much more can we expect? If all our brothers respond to the call, there will only be more than 4,000 people in the sky. The Black Templar has made their company numbers very mysterious. Even I don't know what they have. How many people."
"We have not received any news from the Soul Drinkers. They are secretive, but they are honest people. I believe they will set off immediately once they receive the call from the final wall."
"Then there are only five thousand people at most. Once When its power was at its strongest, the Seventh Legion had hundreds of thousands of Space Marines, and it was just one of the eighteen legions. If it were still like this, the situation would be completely different."
"That situation ceased to exist a long time ago, brother, that was then and this is now. I have always respected that decision, as we Primarchs ultimately did. But lately I have seen the consequences of this schism The other side."
Issachar raised his hand and pointed forward.
Kurland looked in the direction he pointed. At the end of the battleship corridor was a spacious hall. Inside the hall was a tall triptych relief, depicting the Emperor surrounded by light, and the Black Temple gathered at his feet, with one hand raised high. arms.
“Some of us are too superstitious.”
Issachar said meaningfully.
“You don’t understand them, and neither do I.”
Kurland sighed.
But in his heart, he actually agreed with Issachar's view. His words were more like a plea, imploring the Chapter Leader of the Accusers to maintain unity as much as possible and not to cause trouble at this critical moment.
"Does it matter? We Templar brothers are too noble, perhaps a little willful, but so is Sigismund, people say, and he is the favorite of Dorne."
< br> Kurland shrugged.
"The Emperor must have been a god to those mortals we protected, but our Gene-Father once walked alongside him. The Primarch was the Emperor's son, the one who gave him the power of knowledge Creation, not magic. See the Emperor as a god. , is to give the same divinity to his descendants, and then extend to the descendants of the Primarch, the Astartes. Yes, Commander Kurand, this is important."
< br>Isaga stared at Kurland and said seriously.
"I am not the legion commander, I emphasize again."
Kurland shook his head and waved his hand in denial.
Isagar searched Kurland's face for a while, trying to confirm whether he was sincere or pretending to be modest.
"This honor was forced upon you, but I think you deserve the title, brother. We are equals, you and I. We will not follow your orders easily, and we need a leader. The Imperial Fist is a start-up war group, and being commanded by you can avoid many ineffective disputes and waste of time."
"I am just a leader in name only."
"No you don't, we all trust you."
"Then it's a pity that Bosmond only listens to me when he feels he has to listen to me."
"He The leadership of the legion has been handed over to you."
"Then why don't we attack directly?"
Kurand spread his hands and complained:
"Terra is already in the shadow of the Battle Moon at this time, and he is still stalling for time. He wants to attack the enemy closest to us. His plan will not work strategically."
Kurland's His face wrinkled with pain:
“His pride is also Arrogance is threatening us all, and if the Black Templars had not been forced to retreat due to the Imperial Navy's disengagement from the battle, he would not have been so willful."
"You have lost too much."
< br>Isaga looked at Kurland with sympathy in his eyes:
"Don't let that cloud your judgement."
"I have lost everything! My Chapter, my brothers, and now we have to lose the Throne World itself! How can we endure it? If the walls of the Palace About to collapse but not a single son of Dorn came to guard it?”
The more Kurland spoke, the more excited he became.
Issachar clutched the edge of Kurand's shoulder armor tightly:
"It has not fallen yet, and the Battle Moon has not attacked Terra. The orcs don't know we are gathering here. Wait until we Get some more reinforcements and we'll rush over. Calm down, you are the commander of the army now, there are political factors to consider here."
"Politics? Bullshit politics!"
Kurand became even more angry when he heard these two words:
"It was politics that caused this disaster. It was the high lords of Terra who caused it. Save this disaster, brother!"
"As annoying as it is! Evil, but politics is part of life. Come on, brother, come into the training cage with me. We rarely get to see each other except for the Blade Feast. Fighting gives me a clear feeling, and I believe it will help you. "< br>
Issachar patted his shoulder and said.
"Not now."
Kurand shook his head and pushed him away:
"I want to talk to Bosmond first. I can't wait any longer. I've had enough. This kind of The delay has been long enough."
After that, he frowned and walked away.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
Issachar asked, looking at Kurander's back.
"No, brother. Only weak people need others to echo them when stating their own opinions. As you said, I am the commander of the legion now, and I don't need others to strengthen my voice."
< br>Kulland took a deep breath and said.
Kurland was not even the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists before, only the Second Company Commander. And the person he is about to face is the Chapter Leader of the Black Templars, the Grand Marshal of the Black Expeditionary Force, the most powerful sub-group of the Seventh Legion, possessing a Queen of Glory battleship and an unknown number of interstellar ships. warrior. He couldn't help but feel nervous at this moment.
Sometimes, strength means everything.
......
Battleship Abomination, captain's room.
Bosmond warmly received Kurland in his simple room. Outside of the splendid public areas, the private quarters of most Chapter Masters Kurand had seen were austere, almost monastic, and Bosmond was no exception. Hidden deep inside the bridge, there are no windows or decorations.
Behind the captain's cabin is Bosmond's weapons room. Through the open hatch, you can see several servants wiping and maintaining Bosmond's weapons and armor. The only thing that surprised him was that there was a single-person vehicle parked deep in the weapons room, an item that shouldn't appear here.
A jet motorcycle.
Kurland confirmed again.
That’s right, it’s a jet motorcycle.
It was very strange. As far as he knew, the last few jet motorcycles of the Human Empire were with the Dark Angels. Moreover, this stylish and meticulously maintained jet motorcycle does not bear the Black Templars' chapter emblem - Kurland does not think that Posymond is the kind of person who would steal other people's equipment. The honor of the Black Templars and pride would not allow them to do so.
“You’re confused, aren’t you?”
Bosmond sat behind his desk and said:
"The first time I saw this thing, I was very confused, not about the existence of the jet motorcycle, but about the story behind this jet motorcycle. It is a legend that has been circulated within the Black Templars for a long time, and every chapter leader Everyone knows that this motorcycle comes from a ghostly Space Marine."
"Ghost?"
Kurland rarely hears this adjective.
“Yes, I call it a legend, because I think there are two doubts about this story: First, I don’t believe that there are Space Marines who can fight Sigismund in a duel. Tie; secondly, I don’t believe that any Space Marine can fight all the way from the cabin of the Vengeful Spirit to the bridge alone.”
Bosmond nodded and said in a deep voice:
"Unless he is really a ghost."
"The Spirit of Vengeance? The flagship of the Black Legion?"
Kurland heard a familiar name.
“Yes, that’s the battleship.”
Bosmond confirmed with a serious look:
"We also have a ship that can compete with it - the Eternal Expedition. Unfortunately, it is currently undergoing major modifications at the Naval Dockyard in Saipramundi. It will not return to us in twenty years. I am sorry for it. The absence is deeply saddening.”
Kurland shook his head and put these legendary stories about ghost warriors behind him. He did not intend to continue with any polite greetings, and went directly to the topic:
"We will take action tomorrow."
Bosmond was slightly startled when he heard this.
“I advise you not to do this.”
The Grand Marshal of the Black Templars stared solemnly and said:
"Our number is too small."
Kurand admitted:
"Our number is not enough to ensure Victory, that is true, but our numbers are enough to make victory possible, Marshal, you target the nearest battle moon The plan is commendable, but it was made before the Throne World was attacked, and we must take action now."
"Do we have to? Kurland, if your warband, or even the other four. A battle group has been destroyed, what will you do? We must choose our targets more carefully."
"We are the final wall, and we will not fall. Our father did not fall on Holy Terra when everything was about to end, and we will never fall now."
"These words Just like what the sons of Dorne said."
The two sons of Dorne began to argue.
Bosmond's face had been burned off by an orc wizard before. Half of it was covered with a metal mask with a fake eye without eyelids embedded in it. The other half was scarred, from his face to his neck, all exposed parts of his face were covered with metal masks. The skin was covered with abscesses, and it was almost impossible to make any expressions that normal humans could make.
Bosmond handed over the bottle, Kurland shook his head, and Bosmond put the bottle back on the table.
Bosmond pointed to an ordinary metal chair in front of him, and the two sat down facing each other.
"We just mentioned the Eternal Crusade, a super huge ship. Do you know the origin of its name?"
"What do you want to say, Marshal?"
Bosmond raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
His lips could no longer close, so a drop of saliva mixed with wine flowed out from the corner of his torn mouth. Without thinking, he took out a piece of cloth from his sleeve and wiped it.
"The Eternal Crusade represents the spirit of our Chapter and the Chapter's founders. Sigismund swore never to rest, saying that the Black Templars would not build walls, but continue to move forward, fulfilling the purpose for which the Emperor originally created us -- to unite the galaxy under human rule rather than watch it fall apart under the guise of defense with the sons of Dorn defending the city. Not so for the followers of the Black Juggernaut - for us, offense is the only form of defence. Our blades are our walls, our tanks are our fortresses, and they are most effective when advancing. . It is useless to build more walls if the enemy is allowed to live outside the door."
After leaving the chapter leader meeting.
Bosmond spoke more directly.
“I understand.”
After listening, Kurland said calmly:
"You thought Terra had fallen."
Just as Kurland expected.
Bosmond did not answer this question directly.
“Brother, we must take the initiative to open up the battlefield and force the orcs to lose sight of one thing. If we can destroy two or even three of their moons, they will be forced to fight us. If Terra is rescued, we have no chance of winning. ."
"Then Terra will be destroyed."
Kurland stared at Bosmond closely:
"What about the Emperor? His body..."
"The Emperor is eternal."
The expression on Bosmond's face was extremely determined:
"What's on Terra is just a remnant body before ascension."
"Marshal, you are wearing a black sword at your waist."
Kurland pointed at Bosmond's sword:
"There are fragments of Dorn's own sword tied to it. He failed to do so. Protecting his father, he broke in a fit of rage, and you are willing to let the same thing happen again. Tell me, Grand Marshal, whose oath is more important to you, your founder, Siggis? Mond, a great warrior, the Emperor's only champion, is still just a Space Marine. Are your ancestors not a higher being? Will you deny your father for the sake of your son? "
Bosmond's eyes turned cold:
"Are you accusing me of hypocrisy, Kurland?"
"I'm just asking you to make your priorities clear, that's all. If anyone accuses you of hypocrisy, it's from your hearts, not my lips.
Kurland leaned forward Lean:
"At this evening's rally at the Final Wall, I will order everyone to attack from Terra. You will not object, Lord Marshal, and will wholeheartedly agree. ”
Kurand turned around and left before Bosmond could respond, with both hearts beating violently in his chest. This was the second reaction triggered after he felt the tremendous pressure. Still, he smiled.
The Black Templars would march on Terra.
Kurland was very confident.
…………
Terra, deep in the hive of the Eternal City.
Fu Qinghai returned to this place again.
Where he emerged from the Webway Gate.
Fu Qinghai took off the tattered hooded cloak used as a disguise and put on the Blue Shell Power Armor. He looked up and looked around, found the flattest wall and walked over. As he walked, the gauntlet of his right arm was changing. Iron-gray metal particles seemed to begin to accumulate and outline along some fixed frame. Soon, a strange and weird firearm appeared in Fu Qinghai's hand. in hand.
Portal gun.
Fu Qinghai raised his hand, pointed it at the wall, and pulled the trigger.
A blue halo spread on the wall.
Outside the blue aperture is the ancient stone wall, and inside the blue aperture is the busy and orderly interior of the battleship with people coming and going. Vera Nora was stunned for a moment.
A Space Marine ducked his head and emerged from the circle of light.
Another Space Marine stepped out from inside.
"Khan." "Khan."
They all clenched their fists and beat their chests in determination.
More than twenty Space Marines in total.
Fill this small space to the fullest.
Vera noticed a detail: the five leading Space Marines were all wearing finely crafted power armor. The entire right shoulder armor was decorated with complex and exquisite metal reliefs in the shapes of a wolf head, a crow, a bat, and a book. and hydra.
“According to the original plan.”
Fu Qinghai nodded and warned:
“Pay attention to your position, the opponent moves very quickly, and having a personal holographic force field cannot Aim and lock, pay attention to suppressing their movement and dodge space. The weapons used have been introduced before, especially the monomolecular silk weapons. Also, close the breathing valve to activate the internal circulation, and do not inhale the hallucinogenic gas."
"Understood, Khan."
The five space warriors agreed in unison and began to look at the surrounding environment to choose a position. Fu Qinghai also took out the Blue Fang and the Green Blade, turned the sword around casually, and stood among the five people.
“What do you want to do?”
Vera looked up and asked Fu Qinghai.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Fu Qinghai raised his hand and put on his helmet:
"I want to prevent that team of Harlequin Eldar from entering the palace."
The scarlet goggles lit up.
“You said that the Harlequin Eldar would appear during this time.”
Fu Qinghai’s voice was filtered into a low and cold tone.
He looked down at Vera who was standing beside him.
The female inquisitor nodded and said:
"It is written like this in the original novel. It was almost when the high lords were discussing how to deal with the Battle Moon, that team of Harlequin Eldar Breaking into the palace and causing an explosion."
"This plot is completely unnecessary."
Fu Qinghai raised his head and said in a low voice.
"I think so too."
Vera also agrees with this.
A group of Harlequin Eldar sneaked into the Royal Palace of Terra, killed a large number of Imperial Guards and created an explosion. They held the Vokan token and shouted "Peace" before being captured. All of this was to remind the Human Empire : Never forget the threat of Chaos. Chaos is a more serious threat than the Orcs...
What a fool, right?
The threat of Chaos is serious, do you need to say it? No one knows how the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, right? The battle moon of the orcs came to their faces, and they even came over to remind them, "Don't forget the threat of Chaos." Could it be that the collapse of the Ancient Spirit Empire was because you guys with pointy ears have too low emotional intelligence?
This plot is neither foreshadowing nor metaphor, and has no connection with the previous plots or other novels. Changing this plot will not have any impact. So Fu Qinghai planned to meet this group of Harlequin Spirits for a while to see what the qualities of these chosen people of the Laughing God were like.
While speaking, the empty air with the guns pointed at by many Space Marines suddenly began to twist and swell, as if the real universe was being pulled by some force.
“Coming!”
Fu Qinghai’s eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice.
The Bat Shoulder Space Marine laughed wildly, and bright yellow flames suddenly spurted out from the eyepiece, the gap in the neck armor and the exhaust ball valve of the power backpack. The flames covered his whole body, even the chain saw he pulled out The swords were covered in flames.
A large number of gray-white shrouds suddenly emerged from the gaps in the wolf head and shoulder armor of the Space Marine's body armor. One by one, the packages were wrapped around the surface of the armor. The gray-white hood was raised from the back and put on. The eyepiece under the hood instantly bloomed with bright white light.
The figure of the Space Marine in the Raven's shoulder armor slowly disappeared in the air. The Space Marine in the Book shoulder armor raised the scepter blooming with golden light in his hand. The Space Marine in the Nine-headed Sea Serpent's shoulder armor seemed to be lowering his head. Reciting some obscure spells...
Vera was stunned.
What kind of Space Marines are these?
“I stress it again.”
Fu Qinghai then reminded:
“We will not fire the first shot.”
Fu Qinghai has a good relationship with the Ark Spirit Clan, but there are also many forces within the Ark Spirit Clan. The one he has a good relationship with is the Uthwe Arkworld where Salamander Uthlan is located. He doesn't know the other Beyetan Arkworld Iyanden Arkworld at all, but what a coincidence, according to the plot of the original novel, The group of Harlequin Eldar that broke into the palace was sent by Edrad Uslan, the supreme prophet of the Uswe Arkworld.
So, in order to save face for the old prophet and the little banshee, Fu Qinghai gave the order not to fire the first shot.
But if the Harlequin Eldar attack first.
Then the consequences are not up to them.
“Huh…”
Fu Qinghai adjusted his breathing gently.
The Harlequin Eldar, the Harlequin Eldar who can slaughter the Imperial Army.
I want to take a look today...
The distortion in the air suddenly intensified.
A slender figure jumped out of the air.
“Huh?”
Fu Qinghai couldn’t help but be surprised when he saw the person in front of him.
The star warriors who are eyeing the enemy are ready to attack.
Fu Qinghai subconsciously raised his hand to indicate that he was not allowed to shoot.
The bone-white light armor is wrapped around the graceful and tall body. The fiery red waterfall-like hair is slightly floating. One hand is holding a long knife that looks like a Guandao, and the other hand is holding it. The pointed helmet was placed on the waist, and a beautiful face with an extraordinary temperament looked at Fu Qinghai with a smile.
“Did you not expect that it would be me, Qingshan?”
Salamander tilted her head and asked with a smile.
"Supreme Prophet...I know it, I know it!"
Fu Qinghai finally reacted at this time.
Eldrad, the most powerful prophet of the Eldar.
It was predicted again by this stupid old guy.
…………(End of this chapter)