Chapter 109: Desperation and Psychic Blocker
The white warehouse contains numerous high-tech tools that vaguely resemble sickles and pitchforks, single-person agricultural tools used to harvest genetically modified foods that have extremely high yields but are bulky or extremely hard.
In fact, after humans entered the universe, in order to make the worst world provide the best food for humans, the abuse of genetic programming technology even reached a very dangerous level, which also made the DNA of today's humans and ancient Terran humans very different. Far.
But even in today's empire, the main livestock is still the rough-skinned and thick-bodied Goro beast. They don't even have to breed it with such a violent method that it needs to be lobotomized and embedded with a chip. This is also because there are such things in the universe as There are very few beautiful environments on Earth.
From this point of view, the farm tools here are obviously not outrageous. Alan Bayer stepped forward. The farm tools here were probably a medium-thick stick connected with strange blades or pointed ends, but when he held it, he felt something was wrong. , this thing has chainsword-like buttons.
He pressed the button, and then the sickle on the tip of the farm tool glowed. He was familiar with that blue destructive stance, because he had found several similar weapons in Karu City, and they were still treasures in the group.
Thousands of them, and he made a fortune... This is why Alan Bair came out alone. It was neither discovered by the Empire world nor the power of the Empire. It belongs to his personal adventure. As long as he goes back and tells the soldiers about the location, And by "hiring" a few throne coins, you can obtain it in your own name.
Even if the Empire messes around, it can only hand over 10% of the entire tithe tax and be done with it. There is no such thing as being licked and kowtowed by the oil man. After all, no Emperor's people, Emperor's materials or Emperor's money were used in the whole process. .
Although Alan Bair also belonged to the Emperor, the Emperor's empire no longer had the ability to ask for it from him.
For this reason, he dared to take risks. After all, people died for wealth, and birds died for food. The benefits brought by Dark Age technology were enough for him to try it, and bringing soldiers here would also increase the possibility of his companions being defiled by the subspace. sex.
Maybe the essence of this matter is that Alan Bayer is worried that the people he knows will become crazy, so he takes risks again, but he feels that he is selfish...
But the joy could not be concealed, he shouted. "Powered scythe, powered pitchfork!"
I thought about it excitedly, but found that the power weapons I often used seemed different from those used by the empire... I wonder if the output will be reduced.
Speaking of which, Alan Bayer was also a natural-born second lieutenant who found gold, and various relics of the Dark Ages surrounded him during his service.
What the oil man has spent his whole life digging out, he can give an Imperial infantry regiment enough for each person.
But this is a subspace area full of darkness after all. After putting down the portable signal source and using another piece of string as a marker, we have to go back quickly.
In such a strange place, only inanimate things can ensure safety. Signals and living people cannot help but be distorted. Even the concept of time itself begins to become blurred, and Alan Bayer does not dare to stay for too long.
Carrying soldiers in such a place will only increase the chance of someone being tainted by the Warp, but once the likes of the Astartes and psykers call upon them, the Empire will inevitably investigate what they obtain.
According to the character of the imperial bureaucrats, the Imperial Guard will not be used for a hundred and eighty years. Even if it is not used, it will probably be given to the Astartes.
Thinking about it, an official at the rank of a colonel in his empire would take risks for a few sickle collars. Human beings are really cheap nowadays...
Alabair picked up a power sickle, but the blue blade and the jade-white handle quickly dispelled his thoughts. With this thing in his hand, all monsters and monsters would have to crawl around.
He turned on the destructive stance of the power scythe, and the buzzing servo sound made people happy. He found an unlucky subspace entity that filled the room, and swiped at the eye-catching thing. As an Imperial officer, he would also be forced to be killed in his spare time. It requires training in swordsmanship. Although there is not much skill, the strength is not bad.
Just hearing the sound that broke through the air with the unique sound of destruction, the entire subspace entity split into two halves.
Such a weak thing is in the physical universe. It is just someone's nightmare. No firm believer in the Emperor will be afraid of it. However, if this thing appears in the hive city, it will definitely become a disaster. I can't explain the idealism. Maybe it's a weak person drawing a knife on an even weaker person?
But the power weapon and the will of the Imperial Lieutenant Colonel tore this pitiful thing apart in an instant. Of course, to the Imperial people, such a heresy was not pitiful.
"A sharp blade, an absolute sharp blade. It seems that it can be charged with promethium." After saying that, the excitement passed, and Alan Bayer felt his mind tingling again. The prophecies coming from the subspace became more and more powerful, and the cruel planet was burned. Images of burning and being torn flashed by.
"Emperor...damn it." He realized that he was not a superman, and those things were still entering his mind bit by bit. This is the case in subspace. Intelligent creatures are destined to have contact with them. No matter how strong your will is, No matter how fixed the soul is, it cannot change.
He couldn't stay here for long, and those happiness dissipated as quickly as they came. As long as he was still in the vague place of subspace and reality, he could not avoid corruption, not to mention that as a time traveler, he knew a lot of secrets.
I started walking along the way back. I didn’t stop much this time, and the spaceship was still in material time. However, as the time it was exposed to the evil machine spirit became longer and longer, the continuous golden thread seemed to be twisted and became endless. .
At some point, bright red blood flowed out of his nose and began to tick incessantly. There was an ethereal voice in his ears, but the determined imperial officer understood that this was all a subspace trick. His senses were stretched away, but as long as he answered He was safe in the shelter of the psykers, in the weak visual wizardry that projected psychic energy onto the physical universe.
The pace will not slow down. Those things are not yet able to control his body, but his will is still firm. As long as his actions are still for countless human beings, Hulk will feel his actions, and those things that have been soaked in subspace for millions of years will have long been Forget why it exists.
Soon, the illusion dissipated, the fatigue disappeared, and the thread gradually took Alan Bayer to the lower level of the battleship. He was not far from returning to a safe place. He returned with a full load...
As he walked gradually, Alan Bayer discovered something was wrong. The road at the end was not a familiar one, but the end of a damn subspace entity holding a silk thread...
It had a scythe, and perhaps that unconscious action had cut the thread, letting it hang on its blade all the way, and in general he was lost, in the hideous twisting hulk.
"You heretic!" The anger, the anger that his plan was completely shattered turned into a scorching shot and sprinkled on the twisted head of the thing, until its body in the real universe turned into fragments, and its original appearance could no longer be seen. .
But what now? Alan Bair sat powerlessly inside the seemingly normal battleship. The cold ancient metal was still full of power. The terrifying machine spirit sang in his ears. Despair instantly broke his will. He couldn't help but think.
He has defeated traitors, orcs, and gene stealers, protected the empire time and time again, and even faced the subspace, but now he is dying in this place, this place full of the stench of orcs, because the thread he carries is not resistant to cutting.
He sighed and smiled bitterly. The whisper in his ear asked him, what are you doing? The picture flashing in his mind told him that this was the end.
In this pitch-black universe, the 40th millennium of mankind, in this universe filled with war and death, murder, violence, disease, and desire will always exist, but the hope of mankind and the continuation of civilization are fragile.
Nothing good would happen in this terrible place... He knew early on that the cold was beginning to take away the strength of the Imperial Guard Lieutenant Colonel, and his low thoughts caused warp creatures to linger around him, waiting to swallow mortal flesh.
Once the will becomes weak, the flame of the soul flickers on and off. In front of those things, you are food. The twisted bodies of those monsters approach, the ferocious things gather into all kinds of disgusting inhuman thoughts, and in the subspace, Lieutenant Colonel The light that was as bright as the stars also began to fade.
Until he was half asleep and half awake, it was the beetle used by Catachan. The damn sound of clicking, clicking, clicking, Alan Bair will never forget, and the warmth of the forest crawled back to his body.
Then a non-monster palm clapped on his shoulder. "Lieutenant, what are you doing? The greenskins haven't been cleared yet. Let's continue the operation."
It was bronze, thick, and muscular, and there was a flash of Catachan's long blade, and next...
The stance of destruction flashed through this space, and those subspace monsters turned into two pieces, fell to the ground, and spread out tremblingly. Alan Bair got up.
"Yes, yes, I still need to continue serving, Lieutenant Colonel, long time no see." He said to the air, but it was rare to find his own will, and whether that was the firm soul help in the weak gap between subspace and reality, or His will to live, his will to survive countless wars?
He couldn't tell the difference, and he didn't need to tell it clearly. He continued to walk in the dark and lightless battleship, just like the human empire walking in the hopeless universe. Only the traces and death left by the war told him to move forward.
This world is cruel, but civilization and mankind will not surrender. The long journey from sub-light speed to decades and centuries dragged mankind into despair, to the invention of Geller's position, the realization of subspace travel, and then the Emperor stood on the Holy Terra. On the road, human beings are coming step by step, and there is nothing to be afraid of.
Those subspace monsters can only take a detour at this moment, and those twisted things can only be feared, but the evil things are still hindering the lieutenant colonel. When his toes are smoking when he walks, after an unknown amount of time, Alan Bayer takes off his military boots to dissipate heat. Looking at this huge room, he felt familiar.
The command points, screens, reporters, etc. are completely different from the imperial battleships, but the basic position has not changed. This is the bridge. He seems to have gone wrong, but he relies on the position here to plan the path...
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No, the machine spirit here wants him to die here to accompany it. For it, a human life span of several decades is too short. Even if Alan Bair can find food, water, clothes and fire, he can even get used to those subspace monsters. There is no way to escape from here, the outcome will be the same.
Want to despair again?
no.
He was frantically looking for things here, various strange instruments used by one person, personal hobbies of fleet members, strange magazines with a little color, instrument panels, compasses, navigators' hoods, and other random things.
Until he leaned weakly on the command point and prayed to the Emperor. "Emperor, I didn't trust you before. To be honest, my soul should be as old as yours. But on the boundless and cruel battlefield, I realized that no one can survive without faith."
"I am a utilitarian guy, not a fanatic. I believe in technology, I hope to change, I love adventure, and the virtues before the decline of mankind are all here."
"And this universe is stripping me of everything, leaving only a few things that can be called human beings, war, death, and sacrifice."
"The gods laugh evilly, the darkness continues, my brothers and sisters die mercilessly, my victory seems to have no existence, the subspace whispers constantly, making people wonder, are you still there?"
"I can't understand why they put so much faith in the miracles they have never seen in their lives. Until I win one victory at a time, people need an explanation, and I choose you."
"I think I am egoistic. Emperor, I don't want to be saved, but without me, we can't win here. I'm not boasting, but everyone needs me."
"Sweat" flowed down in the lieutenant colonel's eyes. Is it because of loneliness or fear? No, it's because of betrayal. In this dark universe, everyone has to perform their duties, and in a place like this, betrayal and betrayal are the greatest. of sins, and now he has become a sinner.
In The Children of the Emperor, the bodily fluids that had not been shed when his brothers and sisters died ticked against the compass at the command point, the lumen lantern flickered for lack of promethium, and before hope was extinguished, he discovered The traces of my own "sweat" sliding down are wrong.
"Huh?" He wiped his eyes. "Emperor, Emperor!" He lowered his head excitedly and looked at the traces of something wrong. Did "sweat" go in? Is there a hidden compartment?
He raised the power scythe and smashed it, destroying the stand and the engineering materials of the Dark Ages with a fierce and terrifying light, and then the dark grid cracked, and a strange clean white triangular badge fell out, and the single sheet stained with thick dust fell out. page instructions.
it says.
[Nok series experimental psychic shielding equipment, extracted from special mutant gene owners, can be activated by most energy sources, such as electricity, fuel, heat, etc. After activation, it shields psychic signals based on the energy output. Side effects include, but are not limited to, stench, disgusting, unsightly appearance, etc., but they return to normal after being turned off. 】
Alan Bair looked at it for a long time...the untouchable? !
He immediately pressed the badge on his chest, and then continued to activate it with strong thoughts according to the instruction manual...
"There is energy... There is energy. With the Emperor's blessing, there must be energy!"
After a moment, the thing gave off a gleam of light, and then Alan Bayer saw that all those disgusting subspace things disappeared... Those subspace entities that followed him and wanted to eat his flesh and soul disappeared!
"God-Emperor, I am your biological son! You are not even that kind to Magnus!"
Alan Bayer laughed loudly, and then saw the red light indicating that the battery was out of power began to flash. Next, for the first time, he knew that he could run so fast... (End of this chapter)