Chapter 106 Nightmare, Emperor Tarot, Login to the Hulk
The Milky Way burned slowly, the silver sun hung high in the sky, and a sense of unreality came to my face. Amid the dark screams, red claws grasped my heart. When I came back to my senses, the flames burned the emeralds. Everything is extinguished, leaving only void.
Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer woke up on the bridge. At this moment, the biological clock according to Terran standards was still at midnight. The Imperial Navy on duty was driving the battleship forward slowly and approaching the target at sub-light speed.
He, Alan Bayer, carefully passed over the snoring staff officers or the crew members who were concentrating on driving. He did not suffer from insomnia. At least in the constant physical labor and tactical planning every day, he was far away from insomnia.
He walked aimlessly in the familiar corridors of the battleship, although his body was still sleepy and his military uniform was wrinkled from sleep.
The fleet in the middle of the night was eerily quiet. Due to the inefficient sub-light speed navigation, the usually restless sound of the engines also stopped.
The metal place is filled with the atmosphere of silence and death. When this feeling penetrates deep into the bone marrow, this place is no different from the void.
Before his consciousness was fully awakened, Alan Bayer came to a strange room filled with crystal balls, purple cloth, messy props, bottles and cans, and a small boat. Being able to house so many things for one person is already the treatment of an officer.
And in the shadows, a woman wearing a scarf, pale eyes, and an elegant voice, with dogma and prayers all over her body, about 30 years old, arranged the cards in her hand, and asked the half-asleep Lieutenant Colonel. "Sir, do you want to do this once? Divination, about your fate."
Alan Bayer yawned and sat across from the most conspicuous purple table in that chapter. The strange fragrance made him slightly awake. "You are blind, how can you see my path?"
"Wizard, I don't like psychic powers..."
Although Alan Bair sat down, he still hated having anything to do with subspace, but this was also the source of human tragedy. In order to survive, humans must use subspace and psychic energy.
The lady opposite, with skin as white as the dead, was shuffling thin cards, and the pictures on the cards were constantly changing. "No, as we approach the huge hulk, the spiritual energy accumulated over time is affecting the people who are linked to its destiny, and I can see that you need a divination."
Alan Bair rubbed his temples. "I just didn't sleep well. I don't need to..." But his words suddenly stopped because the woman opposite took out a card. The picture on it was a bright red star. The world collapsed. The shocking picture was illusory. The LCD screen is shaking.
"You want to say that this is my destiny?"
Alan Bair is rarely a little angry. His attitude towards psykers will not be good unless the opponent is a master who can really control himself, but even if he is as powerful as Magnus, isn't it still a joke?
The woman said. "You are afraid and don't dare to calculate. You feel your fate and are uneasy about it."
Alan Bair cursed. "I have always been on the rise, so give it to me..."
No matter how hard you don't believe in psychic powers or divination, people are bound to be affected by those things, not to mention that there are weird idealistic energies like psychic powers in this world.
He hoped that the result would be good, like a sleeping pill that would make him sleep well, falling into his stomach...
The fortune teller opposite had slender fingers, constantly switching and replacing the cards, stacking them up and down, then flipping them over, and finally she said. "I choose to draw cards from above to divine your fate."
A total of six cards are drawn, which is also a manifestation of destiny. The first card is Emperor, the second card is Broken World, reverse, the third card is Assassin, upright, the fourth card is Space Marine, reverse, and the fifth card is squat. The person who is lying, reverse, the sixth picture, the person who is coughing, reverse.
Alan Bair looked on. "What do you mean?"
the lady replied. "A crimson talon has grasped something precious, it is shrinking, and that object must be your favorite. Your old enemy will be resurrected, your battle will continue, you will achieve success, but the sacrifice will not be enough. Stop.”
Alan Beyer replied. "It's ambiguous, bullshit." Although he said this, he already believed it. He had been preparing to face various accidents in this dark universe, including the current divination content.
But the lady still shuffled the cards. "I have not yet divined your fate on this trip."
Alan Beyer said. "Quick calculation."
Clever finger techniques caused those LCD cards to constantly change their positions, and finally there were six again...
The first picture, the galaxy lens, front, the second picture, the knight, reverse, the third picture, the judge, front, the fourth picture, the clown, front, the fifth picture, the long sword, front, the sixth picture, the golden throne, just.
She looked at the cards. "Your trip will be successful and will end soon. The changes it will bring will be great, and you are destined, even forced, to face this trip. Even this trip is not your intention, but no matter How, you will need to end it, and then it will change enough to dominate your destiny.”
Alan Bair swallowed. "What do you mean?"
The lady shook her head. "I don't know, that's how divination is. Although the Emperor's Tarot is so clear, it's still impossible to predict the real future. But, sir, your future has unlimited prospects, but your fate is uncertain. Your friend will get sick. This illness is Descriptive, it can also be understood as..."
Alan Beyer replied. "Bad things?"
The lady nodded. "May the Emperor bless you. It's almost time for me to rest. Besides, it's my honor that my spiritual power can help you." She bowed lightly, and Alan Bair also felt a repulsive force. Soon he was "invited" out by witchcraft.
The door to the room was closed as a result. Alan Bair was still not used to the behavior of psychics. At this moment, he felt sleepy again, so he found a place to sleep again. When he returned to the bed, what about fate and death? , the fateful prophecy was quickly forgotten.
This is a good thing. After all, they will happen whether you care about it or not. Whether you like it or not, they will exist, just like the real masters in this dark universe, the existence of the highest heaven.
The next day, he still got up very early and started arranging to log in as soon as possible. Everyone was uneasy. The little insomnia yesterday did not change his mind. The most important thing now is to save this precarious planet. District pulled back.
"Staff officer, how is the personnel deployment going?" Alan Bayer asked.
The staff officer replied. "It's almost done. All the equipment and resources needed by individual soldiers have been brought to the transport ship. All we need to do next is to launch an attack."
"What's the status of the psykers?" Alan Bair thought about what else needed attention.
The staff officer replied. "In good condition, they are all ready to go."
Alan Bair nodded. "Everyone, our general attack is about to begin. After the battleship launches us and lands on the ground, you will face green skins like an ocean. Death and despair are with you. There is no doubt that we will face the entire The most difficult character in the sector.”
"I'm not afraid of morale collapse, because we will face more terrifying situations next, such as exploring the interior of a hulk composed of aliens and heretics, and fighting for an unknown amount of time with almost no follow-up supplies."
"Your death will not be remembered, because if the greenskins cannot be driven out, the humans in this sector will only have one fate, death."
"Of course that includes us, unless we use sublight speed to drift out of the entire sector for decades, but such a cowardly desertion was not done by the Skadi Fourth Regiment, nor by the Imperial Guard."
"When the greenskins come, kill the greenskins. When the traitors come, kill the traitors. All aliens and heretics should die."
"The oaths we made are still in effect, and we will cross the netherworld with our slender souls!"
Under its banner, the soldiers of Skadi's Fourth Regiment are all elites armed with melta or deflagration guns, chain swords hanging on their waists, and some have personal void shields. Basically, they are all veterans of the Greenskin War. , less than 3,000 people survived and continued to serve. Now they are all officers from non-commissioned officers to above. Of course, there are also Catachans who are gathered on the tarmac of the battleship.
they shouted in deafening voices. "I have crossed the netherworld with my slender soul!"
The fourth Skadi regiment stepped onto the transport plane in an orderly manner. The Bordero turned off its engines and relied on inertia to push forward. All the lights were turned off. On the dark side of the star, the entire world was incomparably black. To describe it It feels like falling from a high altitude with your eyes closed.
And they only have the information about the login time, launch time, and two time points agreed with the veterans. Whether the veterans attract firepower earlier or later, the elites of the two regiments who logged in, or even the entire Bordero All will be destroyed.
But will those Imperial Navy disappoint? They won't!
Old Bob shouted. "This is the thing that destroyed the Kaba base! Damn it, my old friend is still up there!" Dozens of old ships that have been in service for more than a thousand years roared with their machine souls that had not moved for a long time, and the cannons were filled with expired ammunition. But those loyal things still did not explode. Instead, the powerful cannons and light spears pierced the station shield without the green skin noticing it, and hit the surface of the hulk.
The greenskins of the entire hulk were alarmed, and a ridiculously dense amount of cannonballs were fired from the large and small spliced turrets of the hulk.
But Bob and the other veterans were holding Amset, which was their only requirement for this mission, to be able to bring alcohol.
The captain took a swig. "Ha~ I've wanted to do this for a long time, it's so cool!"
"To the Emperor, his old man!"
Then he spoke into the fleet communicator. "When was the last time we linked up as a team to fight like this?"
The communicator answered. "Is it like dealing with bugs or those titans? Anyway, we have supported Damocles Bay. The empire cannot survive without us!"
Old Bob shouted to the soldier next to him. "Right."
The old imperial war engine roared, barely dodging one bombing, and then being hit by more bombs. Because it was too old, there was no so-called void shield. The entire ship was crumbling, revealing the interior of the ship, but it was completely empty inside. .
Old Bob drank and continued chatting. "That's right, we can't do it without us. By the way, brothers, my oxygen pump is broken and I may not be able to go back."
"Let it be made clear to the crew members I train that I am not dying of old age."
The communicator answered. "I'm about the same. My engine is gone, and the inertia is pushing me towards the greenskins."
said another. "I'm okay. It's just that the battleship's weapons depot spontaneously combusted due to shooting. The temperature here is a bit high, but it will definitely feel good if it hits the green skin on the face."
Old Bob shouted to his soldiers. "Go forward at full speed, towards the greenskin's bombardment port!"
"Yes!"
Fierce flames burned the engine, and the battleship slowly approached the huge planet-like hulk. The three-kilometer-long battleship looked like a toy in front of it, but to the greenskins who bombarded them, it was natural disaster.
The loyal souls of the empire became shining at this moment, no different from when they were young. Are they old? It's just that the power gradually drained from the body. When the greenskins realized that something was wrong, those things had grown bigger and bigger until they burned in the atmosphere. The imperial warships were not asteroids and would disappear in the atmosphere due to burning.
Huge objects fell, and the dazzling light was the explosions of the power furnaces of the imperial battleships. The space hulk, which had not left any wounds after the death of hundreds of millions of people before, was now attacked for the first time, and the dark pits turned green. The defense erected on top was smashed to pieces, and countless aliens died.
Amidst the roaring sound, the transport ships pierced the atmosphere of this terrible place one by one, landing at extremely fast speeds. The door opened, revealing the true appearance of the terrible space hulk.
There are no green waters and green mountains here, only a mushroom field composed of light-colored orc spores, and countless farts mining ground materials.
It is cold and can breathe out air-conditioning. The dark environment makes the Imperial Guard wear night vision goggles. A thousand hulks will not rotate and are locked day and night. The front facing the sun has naval guns and defenses, but the dark side only has a small tribe of orcs. .
The smell of the air is not good, like rotten smelly socks. Mountains composed of battleships rise one after another. There are humans, elves, and orcs. They are constantly connected and twisted in the subspace, turning into this huge place. .
The elites of the 4th Skadi Regiment and the 143rd Partorian Guard Regiment spit out tongues of fire with their firearms, lasers piercing the air, burning the aliens, and cleaning up the mining farts and a small number of overseer greenskins.
After ensuring that everyone was silenced, the engineer shovel began to dig out the "soil" composed of green biomass between the warships. Countless sandbags, barbed wire, firearms, and as many supplies as possible were removed from the transport aircraft in order to ensure that a Lumen was concealed. The ball cannot be opened.
In the hidden place of Battleship Hill, communication equipment was also set up, and the Imperial Guard took root here, under the cover of countless deaths and sacrifices.
Next they have to face endless greenskins and extremely difficult underground exploration.
In the universe, in a battle barge, the Astartes of the Destruction Eagle Chapter were boarding the airdrop pod. Although they did not know whose troops were attacking the Orcs, this gave them an excellent opportunity to escape from this The dark side of the hulk descends.
By coincidence, the two loyal forces chose to land at similar locations at the same time. The Space Marines of the Destruction Eagle Chapter never thought that their usually arrogant attitude towards mortals would completely change after this operation. .
I said I wanted to rest but I couldn’t help but write. I already feel uncomfortable if I don’t write.
(End of chapter)