Chapter 215 Worm in the Wall
"It's so polite, Foundry Governor. It's really rude to come here uninvited. In return, I'll take a photo of you for tomorrow's front page, just in your current posture." The sergeant pressed the data pad, and that was all. His terrible body was enough to ruin his reputation, but the governor didn't care.
"Do you think you can walk back? Secondly, Brother Astartes, a minion of the Empire, Falcon, do you think the Imperial Guard will treat the world well if I fall?" The Governor was calm and looked at the data pupils. Looking at the soldier, fingers, to be precise, countless fingers were tapping on the control panel.
"Is it good for you to take refuge in Chaos?" the Master Chief asked.
"Does the Empire care about you?" the Governor asked the most deadly question. "How many Space Marines were killed by the High Lords after the Badab War, and those unwarranted sins were pinned on the heads of those heroes. This is your loyalty."
"Even if your blood dries up, you may not be recognized. In the final analysis, there is no essential difference between Space Marines and Mechanicus, right?" The Governor confuses the public with his lies, changing the concept. Space Marines are the sons of the Emperor's sons, and they are related by blood. Aspects may be more "human" than humans are today.
What's more, the Eagle of Destruction was born in the Ultramarines Chapter of the Sons of Guilliman, and was originally the group with the purest blood. If it were normal times, the Master Chief would never be bewitched by him.
But the trace of hope and expectation in his heart made the space warrior's thoughts already confused and now even more uncertain.
"You said..."
The governor suddenly stopped moving at this moment. "Enough, time is over, Astartes, you just had time to shoot." He pressed the button, and the buzzing gears and strange things jamming appeared in the sound of the servo.
The monsters in the petri dish raised their heads and looked around humanely, and soon, greed for the basis of biomass crept into their minds.
When the four muscular Astartes were in front of them, compared to the highly modified iron lump on the high platform, they almost didn't need to control before they attacked the Master Chiefs crazily.
At this moment, the genetic sage showed a trace of human pain, and then he was relieved. Although the group of insects was not completely controlled by him, it was enough when the number was so large.
But even so, not only was the control system imperfect, but the number of samurai who walked out of the petri dish was only about 50. Even with the addition of subspace energy and demonic flesh and blood, these things only went from crazy to quiet. Click.
The power of the insect swarm is too strong. It is a problem to block the call of the insect nest and let the beasts sleep forever. He paid such a high price to produce the insect nest warriors and their parasitic weapons...
But he also knew when to do something. He squirmed his huge body and walked out very quickly. This was his forbidden area, and he knew best how to leave. In comparison, the Space Marines were much more passive.
Those terrifying things armed with tearing claws and venom cannons moved forward driven by biomass, and the Master Chief's angry blast grazed the Governor's huge body, and was disrupted by a tit-for-tat samurai bug.
When the Master Chief wanted to ignore this damn giant creature, but was blocked by its complex and strong compound feet against the roaring power sword, and watched the Gene Sage leave, his anger reached its limit.
The falcon roared under the light of the destruction stance. He kicked away the roaring and twisted face of the thing, and inserted the power sword into its head. After roaring and trembling, the warrior insect that lost the control of the swarm's will died from the most basic cut.
But one left and another came out. The numerical disadvantage put the Master Chief into a passive position. There were enemies on both sides. Fighting with fewer to defeat more was a compulsory course for space warriors, but facing a beast that was no worse than him in terms of physical strength and equipment. , the feeling of powerlessness still exists.
The other battle brothers were swinging their weapons back to back, the chainswords' monomolecular blades ripping through flesh and exoskeleton, but the bursts of fireworks conveyed only one thing, and that was that the blades had suffered heavy losses, and they would have to be replaced after killing a few more aliens. , but under the current circumstances, how to replace it...
After cutting several monster bodies, blood and armor flew in the air. Bursts of explosive bombs replaced the chain swords. Close range shooting and fist fights were carried out with the cutting of SLR sub-sabers.
When the nearest warrior bug scratched the Space Marine's shoulder armor with its tearing claw, and the black armor plates under the armor were already visible to the naked eye, he had to become pessimistic. "Sir, can we still retreat?"
The Master Chief's power machine was once again stained with alien blood, but there was an endless supply of roaring bugs. It was difficult for their jetpack to operate normally in such a room. The chain sword collapsed, and the possibility of breaking out of the siege was extremely low. He had to say . "Live to die, brother."
He looked at the Silent Falcon in his hand. Just like the spirit represented by this relic, he had to sacrifice heroically at this moment to pass on the spirit of the Destroying Eagle.
When the sharp bone knife cut open the armor on his arm, he used force to cut off the head of a chief warrior, something bigger and more ferocious.
But under the cover of the corpses of his companions, another chief struck, with great strength and a special bone knife it wielded like a power sword. The power of this terrifying parasitic weapon was not even inferior to that of the Silent Falcon.
The Master Chief was knocked to the ground. The soldier who could remain standing even after taking one Lemanus frontal cannon, hesitated due to fatigue, hesitation, and guilt, and paid the price for it.
The bright red bone knife was raised high, the parasite roared like a server, and the chief warrior roared even more crazily and greedily.
But what waited for him in the end was not the honor of returning to the Golden Throne, nor the roaring bells of Terra mourning the souls of heroes, but a small mortal, much smaller than the warrior bug, holding up a melta gun and shouting. "For the Emperor!"
Sizzling, the sound of evaporating air that was too familiar to Space Marines and the golden solution of the chitinous exoskeleton being dissolved fell, and the Master Chief realized that the Colonel was not as prepared as he said...
He stood up holding the weapon and looked at the monsters ready to move in the countless petri dishes. Bombs burst out, melts, lasers, and hell guns. With the help of the stormtroopers, they tore apart the complex swarm of insects almost instantly. Evaporate all the warrior insects.
But more monsters walked out of the petri dish, greedily waving their flesh and blood, and the mortal stormtroopers were torn apart almost instantly. Those brave mortals could barely escape the greedy killing of the tearing claws, but the warrior bugs would not just Get active.
Almost instantly, the blood spread across the metal ground, but the heroes from Chuji Academy were not afraid. They relied on the time gained by the death of their companions to use the melted stormtroopers to smash the bug's body with heat.
Even so, it is still profitable for the empire, and it is even a guaranteed profit. No matter how elite they are, they are just mortals. Under such circumstances, if they trade with the alien elites, their souls will definitely return to the Golden Throne.
In this dark universe, no individual life is truly valuable. If all beliefs and auras are put aside, even the original body is not crucial to this empire. In the end, it just depends on how much merit and ability he can exert. .
The 20-man Stormtrooper team effectively used their lives to delay the enemy, and the Space Marines killed them. In just a few minutes, the warrior bugs were slaughtered. They lost the will of the swarm and had no one to command them, even though their wildness and instinct provided them with powerful weapons. Combat power, but now it has also lost its most important tactical ability.
The beasts are just beasts, far from the real insect swarm, but even so, mortals have lost more than half.
After killing the still living bugs and destroying a large number of petri dishes, the biological liquid and dead warrior bugs all over the floor even filled this narrow laboratory, but the founding governor had disappeared.
The Master Chief thanked the Storm Troopers with mixed emotions. "Thank you, for the Emperor."
The storm trooper only responded with the Aquila Ceremony as the highest recognition, but for him, this thank you from the demigod was enough honor for his action.
Money and worldly enjoyment are no longer important to Stormtroopers. They are the emperor's currency. Although they are not the largest in denomination or the largest in quantity, they are crucial.
But the Governor would not let them go. After several rapid thunders and vibrations, the equipment's destruction program was also started. Although some people often talk about adding self-destruction programs to secret facilities, using tens of millions of kilograms of explosives to destroy this area seems Stupid and easily taken advantage of.
But the best way to hide a secret is to destroy it, and this has always been the case throughout the ages.
"Damn heretic." The Master Chief cursed secretly, picked up the two eyeballs on his belt, and approached the door as quickly as possible.
[Permission has expired] The Gothic language on the electronic screen spoke dark green and cold words. The Master Chief picked up the long sword, and the blood-stained blade passed through the iron door. Fireworks and Honkai Impact made the giant adamantine door roar. Ringed.
"Permission...my authority is my sword!" He kicked hard, and the entire adamantine gate collapsed. The smoke raised made it difficult to see the road. They withstood the fog and moved forward.
The servitors in front were firing continuously, and the depleted uranium flintlock gun was buried in the Master Chief's chest, but Superman's body was immune to radiation and penetrating wounds. He just waved the power sword, like a demon from hell, and instantly cut off those disgusting machines.
Wetware and hardware spilled, oil or blood mixed, bolters and hellguns roared, tearing the Master Chief's way toward the surface.
At this moment, the Master Chief had to sigh again, when was the last time he fought side by side with a mortal? At this moment, the Falcon's curse is also broken. There is no death, only heroes and heroes.
A mortal bore the curse on his behalf, and he had no repayment. He could only insert his sword into the emergency passage leading to the surface. The thick adamantine door was the first challenge he encountered. At least in his long career of service, Among them, there are few heretics and aliens who can build such a heavy defense.
Fine gold is priceless, and it is no exaggeration to say that the solid fine gold in this iron gate is enough to cast a Lemanus!
"Huhu...huhu..." After the continuous fighting and weakness, wounds and fatigue, it was hard for him to imagine that he still had the strength to cut open this thing that he usually couldn't open with all his strength.
But comrades, mortals, brothers, and the situation of the war are all on his shoulders. "My Emperor! My ancestor! If you still protect the soul of the Empire, help me!"
"Give it to me, break it open!"
He roared and shouted, and his withered physical strength reached the critical point, and then collapsed, but soon, a steady stream of power came from the Falcon, this sharp power sword, which was inlaid with complex runes on the sword body, which was the first generation The blessings of the Chapter Master so far, there is no cursed sword, no destruction, they are the sons of Guilliman, they are the warriors of Ghost Peak.
Zip, sizzle, sizzle, it was the first time I witnessed such a gorgeous fireworks. The stormtroopers looked at the giant as if it was about to open up the world. The fingers holding the hell gun were sweating. The roaring countdown to destruction had come to an end. He bowed his head and prayed to the Emperor.
And the silver sun just shines on them, because he knows that his children will not be so fragile.
Buzzing, sizzling, fine financialization, clicking, booming, the gears rotate, the huge explosion-proof door starts, and the countdown returns to 3, 2 at this moment...
Run, run wildly, whether they are gods or mortals, but the stormtroopers must be slow at this moment, they will die, the heat of those bursts is too deadly, there is no doubt that they will die, and they will die generously.
The storm trooper captain closed his eyes, it was almost time, the emperor was coming to pick him up...
But he just felt a lightness in his body. The four Space Marines actually picked up the group of mortals and moved forward as fast as they could. The stormtroopers felt like they were on a motorcycle at this moment, and the wind could see through the mask. I feel that for Space Marines, it seems that there is no burden for one person to take two to three adult men...
Next comes the sunshine, something I haven't seen for a long time. The hive city is bustling with people. What is this place? The surprised civilians looked at the statue of the emperor. Is this the central square?
Central square? ! The stormtrooper captain was usually calm and neither angry nor happy, but now he was swearing. "Emperor! Everyone here will die!"
Realizing the situation, the Master Chief stepped back, put down the soldiers in his hands, and raised the explosion-proof door with all his strength. A thousand kilograms of fine gold was used to withstand all the power of the explosion at the last second.
He didn't have the confidence to resist, but after a moment, the living Stormtrooper suddenly pressed his small body against the iron door without fear of death, followed by his brother, whose strength became stronger and stronger, so that the explosion was nothing. Even though the blond hair was so perm that it frightened him, his mission was perfect at the moment...
Live to die!
Noisy, buzzing, violent smoke, curious people, and there is a secret passage under the emperor's statue, which is usually considered to be inaccessible. Too much chaos gathered in the nest, and several major noble families , the local state religion, came one after another.
They looked at the demigods in surprise and fear, slumped under the emperor's statue. They seemed to have no loyalty and purity, but they held the data tablet high and said. "Now, you should know the real situation. Stop dreaming and wake up!" (End of Chapter)