Chapter 73 Today’s Karu City STC in the Dark Age
It has been several months since the psychic communication disappeared. The Astropaths have no way to face the Chaos traitor's think tank. The game of souls in the subspace will always be a failure. In the desperate silence and the dark light of the void, the city of Karu Still standing.
Even if the magnetic field blocks communication throughout the world, even if the astropath's words cannot be conveyed, this city that has experienced 20,000 years will still exist.
Until the dark technological age of mankind, this sturdy capital star port has maintained high-intensity product output capabilities, and to this day...
Civilian riots appeared on the streets. Hunger, fear, worship of traitors and people who ran out of nowhere and believed in unknown dark evil gods filled the streets of Karu City.
The heavily armed bailiffs of the Ministry of Justice used their explosive shells to break open the flesh and blood of the thugs, and the suppressive and red liquid wet the ground.
During this period, the entire city fell into a nightmare. The evil laughter of the dark gods echoed in the sky. The fluctuations from the subspace tainted the place. However, the sparse population after the war was convenient for the planetary governor to manage, and the nobles rarely joined due to duels. Rebellion.
But John Dehn still feels tired. How much energy does it take for him to control the daily operations of such a large city?
It's unimaginably huge. Even if he hangs his carefully crafted slogans on the streets and lets the emperor's statues fill Karu City, those disgusting cultists will still come out inexplicably.
And this is all the operation of the Black Heart King. His think tank in the subspace continues to spread evil knowledge. When John Dean realized this situation and the astropaths discovered that something was wrong, those who were slightly sensitive to the subspace will "awaken".
And the psykers hidden in the hive are their leaders. Those disgusting things that hide in Tibet and mutate their bodies have now become the leaders of various evil sects and continue to spread the gospel.
Even so, the game between the Planetary Governor and the Black Heart King has just begun. The evil traitors continue to spread rumors through the weak will of the psykers in the hive, making people here begin to suspect that they are not citizens of the Empire, but someone. Residents of rebel enclaves.
Even if they saw the Septons Astartes protecting the world, they would still forget most of the truth because of the rumors.
Moreover, long-term work and oppression have also caused a lot of complaints from the people at the bottom. John doesn't think those people have a good view of the overall situation. Now he just hopes that the stupid people will shut up.
He had not yet understood why the Ministry of Military Affairs' guidelines listed capturing or killing psykers as one of such high priorities, even second only to killing the enemy, almost as one of the enemies.
This group of weak people who can see darkness are full of instability, like bombs buried in their city.
The black ships of the Tribunal rarely come here, and the psykers produced by this world's sparse population are far from reaching a threatening level, but now they are inspired, and the traitors' communication is so convenient that they seem to ignore physics and distance. Obstacle, but the empire needs astropaths to issue codes that are so complex that they require three or four books to be proofread, and even crazy divination like star images and predictions.
The world seems to be naturally malicious to humans. This crazy idea flashed through John Deen's mind. Now he understands why his former commander always looks so sad. Maybe he already knows what the world really looks like.
But the Planetary Governor would not fall, and John Dern was now not a liar, not a soldier, not a noble, but a responsible man.
He arranged the governor's gorgeous clothes, and then thought that the world lacked the experience and detection methods to capture psykers, which made the cultists so crazy, so he launched the craziest means to solve the matter vigorously and resolutely.
That is, all those who believe in cults will be tried on the spot by PDF and the Ministry of Justice. He has given those departments the greatest authority, and can even judge noble families, killing them first and then reporting them.
The price is the abuse of their abilities by the Ministry of Justice and PDF and countless deaths, but in this situation, there is no other way.
Now that flags of various colors are rising, John Deen feels the sting in his heart. He cannot bear the thought of those stupid guys tarnishing everything he and his comrades have built.
"Only betrayal cannot be forgiven." These were the only words he said in this month besides the seal, which made all departments in the city tremble.
Purge, death, the population of Karu City has been reduced by one-third in just one month. The once full hive is now empty, but the living people still have to bear the huge supply needs of the Astra Militarum.
But the effect was immediate. The chaos and corruption in the entire city dissipated instantly. The Black Heart King was surprised to find that in such a short period of time, no one responded to the knowledge sent out by his psychic think tank.
He couldn't help but feel that he had really underestimated the world. Now she had lost her old blood and was full of vitality. Now the Black Heart King also had wounds that had not yet healed, making it difficult to take down this dark green gem.
The contest between the two kings ended in the void. Although John Deen did not die, he suffered heavy losses.
The highest location in the world, the star port of Karu City, has been a place where there has been no news for two months. The once prosperous commercial trade has stagnated. All ships approaching this world have been destroyed by the Destruction Ghost, and the star port has completely stopped operating. .
John Deen stood here, looking at his city, filled with sighs in his heart. He had already surpassed others, but he was hanging here, unable to speak alone. He only hoped that the dynasty would change as soon as possible and that he could achieve success.
Violence, blood, and pressure entangled his body, and he would do anything to win. Now he could understand the depravity of the nobles, but in his heart he was extremely envious of Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, who was still in the Astra Militarum.
John Dean lit the cigar. He didn't like the taste, but now he was used to it, even liked it.
White smoke was spit out and dispersed in the hot and humid wind. John Deen watched the laser orbital defense array made by the mechanical priests constantly shaking to ensure the safety of the city.
As for the huge Half-Moon-class cruiser, the Bordero was like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead.
He wanted to quote Ancient Terra's classics, Macbeth or something, but found that he had no ink in his stomach, so he could only say with a wry smile. "Fuck his mother, the Emperor is above us, the traitors should be burned to death!"
A mechanical sound sounded.
"Traitors should be made into servitors for me to use."
That was someone he hadn't seen for a long time. John immediately stood up and dusted himself off, because she was the only technical person in the world.
"Miss, long time no see."
The Mechanicus girl adjusted her voice back to a normal human voice and answered. "Yes, it's been a long time, but I can still live for an estimated 600 Terra years, even if I haven't been completely transformed."
"I'm here to check out the orbital array here, and I want to inform you of something."
John was a little surprised that they had no interest other than stc, but now they took the initiative to look for him?
"What's the matter? I, the governor, will definitely fulfill the requirements of the Mechanicus."
The Mechanicus girl answered. "I didn't leave home but I knew that there was a rebellion caused by psykers. Although I felt deeply uncomfortable, my emotions still existed. I needed the world to use all its power to produce the stc that I spent many days and months recreating. ”
"The technology of the dark age, the production line of explosive weapons!"
John Deen's cigar fell to the ground. It was something that many imperial worlds coveted. Now it was understood and placed in front of him openly. The treasures of the Dark Ages were pursued even in Terra.
"Explosive weapons? Few worlds have been able to produce them since the unspeakable rebellion in 30,000 years ago! Are there any in our ruins?"
The girl nodded. "Although it is not a military version, it can provide the power of a mortal fire. If it can be mass-produced, hundreds of shots are enough to destroy any enemy."
"stc has completed the analysis, and the explosive assault gun is completely sufficient for mortals to use."
John Dean looked at the burning cigar on the ground, picked it up, wiped the mouthpiece and continued to smoke, as if to calm himself down.
"There are 56 factories still in use today. Excluding civilian production lines, there are 34 factories with lathes. All of them are used to produce heat ray ammunition for deflagration weapons. If we want to support the war, we should come up with things that can be produced as quickly as possible."
"Give me three days and I will send the first batch of precious ammunition to the front line, no matter what the cost."
After hearing the answer from the Planetary Governor, the Mechanicus girl stood up and prepared to leave with him, muttering silently.
"For, Ohm Messiah..."
Fortunately, she didn't see the terrible things Alan Bair did to the Chimera on the front line...
But because of the emergence of STC, the whole world became active again. Because the production capacity was not high and there was not much ammunition that could be output, the line that produced explosive ammunition became the most popular work line in the entire hive city because the working time was only nine hours.
Hundreds of thousands of people were freed from heavy work and rested and played in the square. Three days later, the first batch of precious explosive weapons was assembled.
stc has become a booster for the residents of the hive city, allowing them to see hope, the hope of seeing the world become rich and the hope that work will become easier, and it has also become a bargaining chip for the victory of the fourth group.
Civilian trucks carrying countless ammunition were pulled up by the PDF and walked towards the rainforest on meaty legs, because they did not have the vehicle engines that could move in the forests of this world.
John Deen walked out of his city. He had not felt free for a long time. Now he took off his fine clothes, put on his scarred bulletproof armor, took his favorite incendiary gun, and put a bayonet on the muzzle.
The feeling of the past filled his body, and the taste of hope and vitality made him sincerely grateful for the changes brought by the STC. If his body had not been mortal, he might have joined the Mechanicus.
With this in mind, he directed several rickshaws to walk through the dark forest paths that they had barely driven through during this period...
But at this moment, on the front line, Alan Bayer, who knew nothing about the situation at the rear, entered the Chimera that had been transformed and looked at the dark rainforest in the distance without any fear in his heart.
"I, Lieutenant Colonel and Commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, Alain Bair, to all members of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, our decisive battle is about to begin. May the Emperor's light shine upon us, and those traitors will fight against us. The defilement of our world ends here.”
"In this long war, some people have defeated the most terrifying green-skinned orcs with me, and some have lost their brothers in the confrontation with traitors. When new recruits transform into veterans, this is by no means good or beautiful. Blood and blood Fire forges us like a furnace.”
"We are indomitable, but those who betray the empire are extremely fragile. Since the end of the last battle, those who licked their wounds have retreated. According to the Catachan team's report, in direction 189, about five kilometers away, is the enemy's base. .”
"Eradicate the enemies, eradicate the heretics, and let the light shine on Gondwa VI and this star region."
"I repeat again, I, the commander of the 4th Cadiz Infantry Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer, sincerely request that all of you, stay alive."
The communicator hung up, and then there was silence, a long silence, no cheers, no sighs, only the thunderous sound of military boots on the ground, and 20,000 people stepped firmly into the forest with unified steps.
They are mortal, they are mortal, they are stupid, short-lived, ill-informed, but they are stronger than steel, stronger than Superman, for they are the Hammer of the Empire, the Astra Militarum, the Imperial Guard, the 4th Skadi Infantry, the Protector The people of his second hometown are also the heroes who slaughtered the traitors and defeated the green-skinned heroes!
In the traitor camp, Veengar, who was tired from training his brothers for days, woke up from a nightmare. His nap was still short-lived, because he dreamed of silver stars shining high on his body, making him I felt stinging and ashamed.
He rudely woke up from his hibernation chamber. His gauntlets sank into the wall because he could not control his strength. He was breathing heavily, but it was not the desire for blood, but fear.
"How is it possible? What are they? Those mortals?"
He looked at the sky, and the beautiful cloudless day made him feel even worse. He called his servant and asked him to recite filthy hymns in praise of the Chaos Gods he now worshiped.
But he still couldn't calm down the feeling. He could smell it. It was the smell of war, and he might fail?
Psychic? Subspace? prophecy? None...
Finally his thoughts fixed on the dream of the silver sun.
"Emperor? My lord?" After he said those two words, he felt his chest being burned and his breathing difficult, as if his throat was being grabbed.
But he got up quickly. "I have left the empire, you can't control my destiny, damn...damn, fake emperor...fake emperor...loser!"
He was weak, his golden hair scattered all over the ground, and he staggered to the camp's evil eight-pointed star symbol, which was made of countless mortal bodies. Evil, corruption, flesh and bones could be seen everywhere.
He knelt down on one knee and felt his chest relax a lot, but a heavy electromagnetic sound sounded.
"Wyngar, do you feel it too?"
The visitor asked why, because he also felt that it was a huge walking mecha with black and red paint and a huge heat ray gun. The melee arm that was once called the Fist of the Empire had become the claws of Chaos.
There is a hymn on the mecha, which clearly records how many compatriots and brothers this killing machine has killed.
Vengar stopped breathing. "Yes, it's you, elder..." He still kept the saying from the war group, and called Wudong the elder, because the warriors in this machine may be as old as this war group.
The fearless man just looked at the shrine of the eight-pointed star and said to his descendant in a metallic voice. "You are about to experience the most terrifying war in your life. You have never experienced this feeling before, because the enemies you are dealing with have never been paid attention to by the real power."
"If you don't want your soul to burn under the flames of the false emperor after death, prepare now to defeat them!"
Today the old book is stuck and I am exhausted
Watching videos of boys dressing up in women’s clothing all day, that kind of useless stuff...
(End of chapter)