Chapter 105 The Internal Situation of the Space Hulk Demon Host
Those who fight monsters must be careful not to become monsters themselves.
——Friedrich Nietzsche
According to Captain Bloodaxe's notes, this space hulk is not an ordinary piece of scrap metal suppressed by the power of subspace, but an ancient creation that was transformed by the power of chaos and has a machine spirit as violent as a green skin. It has the ability to change its own interior. .
The orcs can use the waaagh stance to suppress the appearance of that kind of thing. If the blood ax orcs say that it is not possible for me to go alone, but there are many boys following me, then it will be safe there.
In other words, powerful psychic energy should also be able to smooth out that kind of change, but even all the empire's legal psychics in the world combined may not be able to support tens of thousands of troops to enter the interior of the hulk to explore.
Simply stationing on the periphery and allowing elite soldiers to explore, move forward while suppressing the heretical machine spirits as much as possible, and rely on narrow tunnels and inside the hulk to carry out beheading operations, should be the most qualified tactics. The problem is that such an operation will inevitably lead to a narrow escape.
Secondly, there is no peace within the hulk. The Gough clan and the Snakebite clan often fight. According to the reports of the Bloodaxe orcs, the Snakebite clan leader did not come out to attack humans in order to develop and cultivate new behemoths.
This is actually good news, because it also shows that the humans can seize the opportunity during the gap between the two greenskin teams fighting each other, and it also means that the orcs have never looked down upon humans.
Carelessness is the cause of failure, arrogance is the harbinger of death, and the hatred that has killed tens of millions of the Empire's soldiers and naval forces in warp attacks must be dealt with.
Colonel Lane said. "I will definitely go inside. No matter what, the empire will not allow those things to dominate in front of us."
"And during this time I will be recruiting the Empire's legal psykers, and hopefully those damn wizards will be useful."
Alan Beyer replied. "Supply is also a big problem. We can approach the enemy's perimeter from the weak point of the hulk. The hulk is very large and already has an atmosphere and a lot of plants. According to Blood Ax, the orcs can move freely on it."
"Our garrison will face two problems, the supply chain is broken and it is surrounded by the enemy."
"Reducing the number of people logging in seems to be our only option. The armored regiment probably can't get close, and the only warship we can log in to is the Bordeaux. There are very few turrets on the back of the hulk that does not receive the light of the star. If we use commercial and Civilian boats used as bait…”
Alan Bayer swallowed. This sentence meant that at least the number of ordinary people who could pilot space ships, that is, tens of thousands of people and dozens of ships, would be sacrificed.
Such a task certainly cannot be given to ordinary people in the Empire, and the Imperial Guard has no relevant experience, so it can only be given to... retired marines in the starport.
In order to send thousands of people to the hulk, this act is like seeking death, but to sacrifice the people who have dedicated their lives to the empire?
This choice is even more heartbreaking than killing eleven, making it difficult to decide between victory or death, survival or continuing to kill. If the Sky Hulk continues to cut off supplies, hundreds of billions of imperial people in this galaxy will die.
The prosperity and stability that Kabbah Base once brought has turned the world here into an over-developed hive, unable to squeeze out a drop of oil but having to feed so many people.
God Emperor... Alan Bair rubbed his temples, he was not sure, he was not sure.
At this moment Colonel Lane stepped forward. "I'll do it, I'll organize it, I'll put those veterans on board. I admire all the soldiers who fight for the Empire, including the Imperial Navy. We are all Astra Militarum and the Hammer of the Empire."
"Disaster is imminent, the greenskins are tyrannical, and those damn aliens are cutting off our vitality. If we continue to let our inner feelings dominate the war, there will be no chance of victory."
"I don't know when the Astartes will arrive. The Imperial Guard is the real shield. Brother, my brother, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, brothers from other sectors, we will win."
Alan Bayer licked his dry lips. In this crazy world, death and sacrifice are constant. He has seen it too many times, and he is even a little numb, but the flame that bursts out of the soul will never go out. Human beings want to live. , struggling to survive until the Lord of Humanity wakes up.
"For the Emperor, brother."
He answered like this, and Ryan also did the same. In the Partoria sector where the emperor's light shines, no one will allow the green skin to run rampant.
The tavern in the star port is a good place for pilots. If you are out of work for a short period of time, do not need to deal with the ethereal damn void, or enter the chaotic subspace, and celebrate your survival today, then have a drink, long-lost Eminem Set wine.
Bottles and cans, this place is definitely not cozy, but it is definitely cheap and makes your head unclear, and its owner is a former Imperial Navy officer. This is also a place where veterans gather privately.
The smell of alcohol, the few comforts, and a few middle-aged people gathered together on the cold table. They were wrinkled, with brightly polished imperial emblems on their dirty clothes, and the Imperial Navy's emblems on their heads. Captain hat.
They exchange cups and cups, talk to each other, and exchange card skills, but these days are too boring in the eyes of the old guys who once roamed the void and survived the hands of countless enemies of the empire.
Until the recruitment orders came down, the veterans held them for a long time and watched them, he said. "Brother, those new recruits are gone. The empire needs us. We may have to meet other brothers."
Another middle-aged man whose entire arm had been replaced mechanically wiped his dirty Imperial Navy hat and said. "Don't be so pessimistic, we can still survive, just like we did in the service, old Bob."
Old Bob answered. "Yes, yes, I was once a captain, so we must continue to serve the emperor." He straightened his wrinkled clothes and took a few more sips. The former Imperial Navy had had enough of today's day.
There are no roaring engines of battleships, no bombings of aliens and heretics, no unreliable Geller positions and crazy astropaths or navigators.
Only alcohol anesthetized their nerves, giving them the feeling of being still floating on the gravity created by the "witchcraft" of the Mechanicus.
But they are by no means useless people. Although the empire needs to give a large amount of comfort money to the veterans, every soldier who survives from service is a cherished asset to the empire. Now these old men and their crews are responsible for the imperial sailors. Training, the teacher of countless outstanding sailors across the void.
But now they have dried their alcohol-stained hats and washed their cheeks. They can't wait to miss the battlefield, even though they know that they are too old and may not be able to come back.
When they came to the rendezvous point where the Starport Sky Elevator reaches low-Earth orbit, which is the hangar of the battleship, the old guys couldn't help but whistle, as if they saw a beauty.
Because the machine soul opposite was a retired warship from the Empire. The machine soul had been fighting for the Empire for thousands of years. Now it was connected to cables, full of energy, and covered with new paint in order to confuse the greenskins.
said old Bob. "This is a mount worthy of us." This sentence was somewhat self-deprecating, several old captains teased each other like this.
Until they saw Lucas, a former Imperial Guard who was commanding the soldiers. "Old Lucas, are you not dead yet? Have you had fillings done to extend your life? Didn't you say you don't do this?"
asked old Bob.
Lucas answered with a cigarette in his mouth. "New recruits are always unsettling, aren't they?"
"They are stupid, aggressive, and don't understand how terrible this universe is. Now, with the enemy facing us, we still need to keep working hard."
"You just know that this job is a life-and-death thing, right?"
Bob answered. "For the sake of the Emperor, I will be satisfied if I can even touch the battleship once. The Kabbah base has disappeared. I know it from the veteran network. We all know that this day is not far away."
The old guys smiled at each other. They were once the backbone of the empire and had withstood countless alien attacks without collapsing. This attraction task was even more difficult than a frontal attack, but they would never be afraid.
The piston engine of the old ship roared, the veteran's heart tumbled, and the blood burned to take away all the bad alcohol. Ryan and Alan Beyer received the report, Lucas's, and they were ready.
The soldiers waiting for the transport plane at the dock have also been counted. There are 3,000 people in total. They have to carry food, ammunition, and limited things to complete the task of killing the green-skinned war bosses, two war bosses, without supplies. It is almost impossible. task.
Three legal psykers will clear the way for them, but even so, only a hundred people can enter the interior of the hulk at a time.
The psykers lowered their heads, holding skull-like staffs, and prayers were plastered all over their clothing. Even though they were the most important people in this mission, the soldiers still kept distance from each other unconsciously.
Most of those damn wizards' eyes were pale and they looked like they were blind. They knew very well that they would die in this mission, but no one would hesitate, not before the greenskins left.
As psykers recognized by the Empire, their loyalty can be recognized by the Empire's strict order, which shows that they are unique geniuses.
After arranging for the psykers to enter the transport aircraft alone, armed with melta, deflagration, laser guns, heavy explosive bombs and engineer shovels, the soldiers stepped onto the transport ship and adjusted their large or small armors. Alan Bair and Staff Officer Closing the door of the transport plane means they are going to hell and never look back.
Dozens of ancient imperial warships headed towards the hulk without hesitation. In this dark universe, humans can only survive in such a narrow way, but in that terrifying and disgusting space hulk, those disorderly and messy creatures In the east and west, the influence of subspace is everywhere.
The war boss Behemoth often appears alone in those chaotic corridors. He walks through those twisted areas as if he is not affected. Without psychic powers or waaaagh to stabilize his position, those twisted subspace entities are also taking advantage of them. Demonstrated by the powerful spiritual energy of the soul.
The giant beast's rough arms grabbed an object that was constantly twisting and shaking, and then stuffed it into a shabby steam equipment behind its back. The ear-piercing screams and wailings appeared instantly. For the green skin, the so-called The subspace entities are just toys.
Greenskin battleships are usually protected by Waaagh and Gomao. Although the protection is strange and uncertain, the demonic invasion is just a new game for the greenskins.
Of course, the giant beasts did not capture those things for fun. They came to the real world. This was almost a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but he could not leave because of Gaofu's restraint. He was fed up with continuing to bite his own kind, and he had a new plan.
When the giant beast with many special decorations of the Snakebite clan kicked in the twisted and mutated corridors with his big feet, those grotesque things formed by the combination of dozens and hundreds of battleships suddenly became stable.
The amulets on his body were all the treasures of his boys, and they were forced to be collected by him because he discovered that the power instilled by the green skin on his decorations could prevent him from being distorted by this weird place, and he also got a brand new feeding plan.
He walked to the stable area of the hulk, where the green skins lived. The presence of a large number of boys prevented him from worrying about being involved in chaos. He took off the messy decorations, greedy grot and green skinned boys. They chattered and took away those things, but the giant beast didn't need them anymore.
He took off his protective clothing, because he had completed his plan, and with the backpack that restrained the warp entity, the greenskin war boss crossed the residential area and went underground in this area.
That is a barely stable area in the Waaagh position, but the subspace invasion here is still serious, because it deviates from the greenskin residential area, making it stuck in the gap between reality and illusion.
The war boss discovered a special squig in this lightless and messy area. It seemed to have returned to its ancestors and had strong adaptability to subspace psychic energy.
In the winding place, where the metal walls twisted into strange asymmetrical shapes, the giant beast moved forward in a familiar way. After walking for a long time, an unpleasant smell filled the air. In the corner of the battleship, the twisted monster was as friendly as a ball of black mud. near.
Its eyes are like erect cat pupils, its teeth are like the multiple rows of shark teeth, its dark skin looks like a squig, and its chest has huge eyeballs, but it does not have that kind of pure soul. If anyone who studies demons sees it, It can definitely get an answer.
Demon Host…
Thunderbolt arcs surround it, which is a sign that the psychic power is too powerful. If you insist on describing it, it has probably reached the level of a dangerous psyker recognized by the empire, and it has definitely not suppressed any psychic power. The war boss is huge. The beast picked up those subspace entities and tasted them like feed, making the demon possessed above them stronger and stronger.
Scrooge's simple brain left the possessed demon with very little intelligence and dependence on his owner.
It wasn't huge, just slightly larger than a normal squig, the giant beast complained. "I've eaten so much for you, why can't you grow up? Forget it, my crazy shaman (psychic) boy is so afraid of you, I really don't understand, that's all, you and I raid those gaffs, I want waaaagh Light this galaxy!”
The beast's eyes suddenly looked dull, and the terrifying purple spiritual energy surrounded him. Obviously, even if it was an imbecile, it was still dangerous, as powerful as the war boss, and he was still crazy.
I’m taking a break today. No one has read it. I have to think about whether it’s not well written.
(End of chapter)