Chapter 559 Navigator...?
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Just when Barabas Dantioch politely introduced his origins, the people he currently serves and who his real genetic father is, and everyone was shocked by the news from the 31st Millennium and the 4th Before his eleven thousand-year-old cousins could rush forward to attack him, the warsmith, who was intelligent, steady, loyal, and reliable but certainly not a soft-hearted man, smiled and raised his hands.
——In an impossible moment, ancient steel warriors poured out from all directions—the Iron Guards and the 30th garrison that once belonged to Schadenhold Fortress, and there were more tall warriors, not Ah. The Stat, but possessing the same gigantic, heavily armored, genetically engineered body—had taken control of them, and each loyal Space Marine was fortunate enough to be assigned two or three controllers.
The roars, roars, curses, struggles and resistance quickly disappeared. These ancient warriors who were prepared and very professional and fast inserted what was called a "U" model into some power armor interfaces that were directly connected to the black carapace neural interface. Lock, the power armor was immediately locked, and together with the soldiers inside, the armor protecting them turned into a physical cage.
"Look, we really don't have enough manpower now, and your noble highnesses are still holding their own closed-door meetings, so we can only ask you to calm down and help us. Maybe we are waiting for the announcement from your genetic father. Before the latest order asks you to cooperate with us, you can also use your own eyes to see what exactly we need from you.”
"You son of the curse who sold your soul to the alien! You are as evil as your father who deserves to be destroyed!" This is a salamander wearing a master's power armor, his red eyes burning like lava. Furious, he glared at them and spat, the acidic liquid corroding the decorative surface of the floor with a hissing sound of dissolution, "We will not succumb to your witchcraft! And you! Why?" ! ”
The eyes of the rest of the people and even the voyeurs were looking at a corner of the hall, where stood a neat piece of black power armor, silver mechanical prosthetics, many additional mechanical arms, tentacles and terrifying weapons, as well as white palms and Gear Mark: The Iron Hands were obviously not treated this way, but they also had no intention of rescuing their cousins.
The leader stepped forward. He was wearing a prosthetic Terminator power armor and holding the Ohm Messiah axe. Two mechanical arms unfolded from his backpack, surrounding him on the left and right. Without a helmet, the exposed face is particularly terrifying: the right eye has been replaced by a bionic eye, the right side of the skull is also completely covered by a steel skull, and the lower half of the face Starting from the nose, mouth, mandible, neck, esophagus and trachea, all were completely removed and replaced with a large number of metal prostheses and pipes. The remaining small half of the face of the entire head had almost no hair at all, as if it were a dead person. Angry gray skin stretched taut over the rest of his skull, and beneath his brow was a stern gray eye.
"Watch your words, son of Vulkan." He said, his voice sounding like someone striking the keys of a piano. "I am Kadan Stunus, Supreme Leader of the Council of Iron Hands. War leader, head of the clans, our honor must not be questioned.”
"Then why don't you fight him? After listening to what he just said? Those are words that blatantly betray our creed and are unforgivably tainted." This is Lieutenant Ashar of the Raven Guard. , he led the mixed Astartes coalition to help defend Krafburg, and also successfully evacuated Cadia, and had just been brought here by Dantioch along with others.
"Because..." The war leader of the Iron Council seemed to be choked suddenly. Finally, he adjusted his respirator before answering, "Because although I am a war leader, I am also my father's son."
"What does this have to do with my question..." Lieutenant Ashar's black eyes suddenly widened, and he was even stabbed by the light and shed tears, but he stared at Cardin, "Your... your father?" ! He is back!"
The leader of the Iron Hands actually doesn't have many facial muscles or body muscles for expression, but for some reason, he looks more heartbroken, although he may no longer have a heart in the usual sense. "Yes," he then said. Waving his hand, "I want to leave here first, War Blacksmith, you and your people stay away from me, I'm afraid I won't be able to help shooting at you with a melta gun."
"Ha! You are really out of touch." The old blacksmith let out a kind of friendly but arrogant laugh, "You are welcome, Leader Stunus. In addition, I use the dormitory and functional area map of the Astartes dedicated deck. The compressed package was sent to you. Come on, let's take care of our cousins. I hope everything will be in order later and not make this place too noisy and disrespectful in front of your highnesses."
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The Iron Hands lined up and left in an orderly manner, revealing the pile that they had previously covered...
"War Blacksmith, what should I do with these things they left behind?"
Dantioch narrowed his eyes.
In the open space behind the Iron Hands that was revealed after they left, creatures with fur, power armor, and many small bits and pieces mixed together lay all over the place. Apparently, Kadan Stunus had been here a long time ago, and although he said something rude, he had already enthusiastically moved these creatures that were once Space Wolves for them.
The other Astartes locked in their armor either looked at each other or made incredible noises again.
"Ah, this group..." War Blacksmith walked over, bent down, inserted his fingers into the furry and rough iron-gray mane of a particularly huge alpha wolf who was unconscious on the ground, and rubbed it, "...well ...It definitely doesn’t feel as good as...It’s perfect...As expected..."
The war blacksmith straightened up, with a tone of regret and nostalgia, "I remember the pharmacist Honso once mentioned to me that he was very interested in these samples when we boarded the boat." He commanded a group of newly arrived genetic children, "We can't let them do the work we have to do in front of the people later, so just move them to the apothecary laboratory! He must be able to treat these Fenris... warriors better than laymen like us. ”
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"Where are we heading now? Where have we passed? Can we jump out of the subspace? Where are we going? I don't even know! But I know we can follow the first ship! The Enterprise is preparing for Let's open the way! It can take us forward. As long as we stay behind its track, at least we mortals will not die or go crazy quickly in this turbulent subspace storm. What else do they want? ? What? They demand that they be given the respect they deserve. Seriously, let them attend the meeting on the Enterprise! Come on! Tell them who they are! Stay in your cabin and don’t let me see them and their crooked staff again. Shouldn't appear On deck! Wake up! Cardia is only in our hearts! We are equal! The Air Marshal has no planes and the Navy Marshal has only a few ships."
Ursaka E. Creed walked out of the room where Staff Sergeant Garland Kyle was resting, and was annoyed at the crowd of messengers and staff officers surrounding him who were eager to hear the latest answers and orders. Di raised his head and roared, his voice hoarse from repeatedly barking orders and emphasizing his words after losing the Flag Officer's loudspeaker.
"Go back and tell your fucking superiors! Although Cadia has fallen, my authority from the Supreme Lord of the Fortress is still valid! They must obey my orders! Why? Why?! Go back and tell them! Word by word! Now! Why? Just me! There are Imperial Fists, Iron Hands and others at least. The Astartes Commanders of the four Chapters are willing to vouch for my position to the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Home Affairs - tell them if they have forgotten that every Captain of the Emperor's Angels has the status of a Planetary Governor The right to sign an extermination order! Don't forget how much those inquisitors who follow us want to kill us! Because damn it, our good guys and girls bravely faced the demons and beat them up that day - if your masters have forgotten, then I will remind you again - I suggest they think more about how to deal with them! Members of the Tribunal, please deal with it!" When all the messengers and subordinate staff members left in panic, Afterwards, the corridor became deserted, and the Supreme Lord's shoulders and raised chin slowly slumped down - his military coat, which had always been kept smartly neat and casual, had become too busy after boarding the ship. Sergeant Kyle, who took care of his life, collapsed and looked shiny and wrinkled, and the edges were stained with cigar ashes. His hair was no longer neat, and within a few days, many silver strands appeared on his temples, showing patches of gray. Wrinkles were deeply imprinted on his resolute face, and stubble that had also turned gray sprouted unevenly from his square chin, making him look dozens of years older than before.
The only thing that remains unchanged is those eyes. Those persevering purple eyes are filled with exhaustion and the lives and future of 30 million people.
"Ahem...Ursaka, maybe while they all leave for the time being, you should come and wash your face and shave," the sound of the cane came from the door opened behind him. Enter Garland Kyle. Shi's face was slightly pale, but he seemed to be recovering from the serious injury that nearly killed him. "While you are washing, I will find a way to make your coat clean and smooth."
"You shouldn't have gotten up like this." The Lord of the Supreme Castle turned around and sent his most trusted assistants, lieutenants and comrades back to the room. "Recuperate as soon as possible. The battle is not over yet." He smiled stiffly, "I You applied for a mechanical prosthesis to replace your leg.”
"It's not a big problem. I'm just missing a leg, not a hand. These are just small things... Go ahead, sir, you've been too tired these days." Kyle said quietly, "You can't keep doing this. Hold on tight, we are safe now, you should relax for a little while, sir."
Creed, who took off his wrinkled military coat and threw it on the back of the sofa, paused for a moment. His broad shoulders were turned away from his flag officer, hanging down to both sides as if deflated, and he paused for a while.
Then the sound of him being so exhausted that he almost fell into the abyss at his feet sounded in the quiet room.
"I just don't understand sometimes, Kyle. Don't they know? We are just a group of exiles now, and if we want to survive and take revenge on the enemies who destroyed our home, we must not mess with our protectors. Don't we? They do not understand that as a leader, although the sacrifices of war cannot be avoided, But we want to protect our people, not let the people of the last Cadia who came with us lose the protection they should have, just to satisfy the vanity and pride of these guys. This is meaningless, Are these truths really so difficult to understand? "
"Maybe it's not that they don't understand," the flag sergeant replied calmly, "or maybe they have really been away from the residential areas of ordinary residents for so long that they began to think that they had the right to make the Cadian people a currency.”
"As long as I live, I will never allow this to happen." Creed finally said. "Cardia remains standing, and the people are united. - This was supposed to be the last sentence of my speech, but for some reason, the global broadcast signal was interrupted at that time, leaving only the previous sentence, but, since you and I both Survive, Kyle, and I see new opportunities, and I'll do my best."
Sergeant Kyle nodded as if he had already determined.
"I know, Ursaka, I know, that's why I'm willing to stand in front of the predator for you."
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"So, where are we sailing to?! O God-Emperor! I can't see your glory! Everything is dark and scarlet! Bless us! Have mercy on us!"
Such pitiful prayers have been rang out for several days among the battleships and even the navigators of the Phalanx, but they were surprised and relieved to find that they were not disturbed by the horrific things and scenes in the subspace. There is no response but to go crazy like countless unfortunate predecessors in the past.
There was only one ship in the entire fleet, still ranked first, sailing firmly in a certain direction, as if he could see the glory there.
"So who is the Enterprise's navigator?! What is he or she relying on to determine course?! Can't we still contact its navigator's room?!"
"No... Dear Sir, the Enterprise's answer has always been 'Don't just stare in the direction of the star torch, look at the beautiful lights elsewhere.'"
"What on earth does he mean?!"
In the position where the Enterprise's most critical navigator module should have been, a steel meditator flashed its signal light several times like a grin.
(End of chapter)