Chapter 216 The Terror Incident in Militilia
The winds are turning, with sniping in the streets and massive incursions of the Imperial Guard, as Lemanus marches into the courtyard where the Governor was once cast, the heart of the world.
What’s interesting is that the anger of the hive city residents is not crazy. Although they are angry, they are more afraid. Unexpectedly, their feelings towards the Founding Governor are very complicated, but on the contrary, all the major hive city forces and families are flocking here. .
For them, the Founding Governor is a tyrant, cutting off interests, oppression, and violence. Now that the Imperial Guard has found a handle, everyone has pushed down the wall.
The monsoon of fate is so capricious. In just less than two days, probably more than a day, which is to say a standard 37-40 Terra hours, the place has turned upside down.
At this moment, in the Anglican Church, the senior officers of the Imperial Guard and four Astartes monks were standing in front of the coffin wearing their own war equipment, but there was nothing in the dense coffin, only more than a dozen dog tags, and There were several sets of clothes that looked ordinary or even rough.
The skull mounted on the church stared at this place under the light, and the priest wearing a huge religious hat sang enthusiastically and loudly to praise those brave heroes. "The Emperor is above, they have no father or mother, but we know that their fathers are heroes, raised by the empire, and are not afraid of sacrifice. They are warriors, heroes, sacrifices, monks, and martyrs!"
"Victory! Victory! Victory! For the Emperor!"
"It is all because of the Emperor's gift that the hardworking people can raise their backs to rest, the tired people can find peace, and the war-torn people can sleep in coffins. Praise the Emperor."
He closed the heavy sacred book. The skull symbol of honor on it was rubbed from a real person's head and pasted on the coffin, fitting with the bones on the front to prove his loyalty and absolute obedience.
The Imperial Guard are not gods. They cannot repair the corpses destroyed by high-temperature explosions, so they can only replace the Stormtrooper heroes with their belongings. They have neither relatives nor parents, so they can only pick them up from their thin and few changes of clothes. set.
The colonel did not believe that souls needed such a ritual to be valued by the emperor, but he had to admit that this was the best reward for these heroes. Even if they were given honors or great wealth, they might not be of any use to the loyal Stormtroopers. usefulness.
They have nothing but are steadfast and stronger than anyone else. God and Emperor bless them. How many such great people can there be in the empire? Seeing the state priest's saliva flying out, he felt that something was wrong in his heart. In this universe, he believed in the emperor, but the heavy religious rituals and exchanges made his body, which was tired from the war, even heavier.
The warm light of the star shines in the stained glass of the church, and the heroes in the tombs are slowly carried to the cemetery. It is an incomparable honor to be buried in the Imperial Church. Those who saved the Space Marines are also buried in Asta Special witness sent into the soil.
"Ashes to ashes to dust, the Emperor above, the dead sleep forever!"
After the last few bytes of the long scroll came out, the officers of the Imperial Guard did not even have to mourn anymore before they had to engage in a new war. Everyone pushed against the wall, but the core thing required the most powerful force to defeat.
The Mechanicus Forge Governor's Mansion, which spreads throughout the core area of the hive city and is connected to geothermal energy, is the only main hive area that has not yet been occupied by the Imperial Guard.
Parading residents and personal soldiers of lords and nobles from various places, troops commonly known as PDF and marching Imperial Guards have gathered in this small but terrifying black spire.
This is a complete killing machine fortress, with large void shields and thick armor layers, light spears to defend against orbital attacks, and close-in defense cannons. The most important thing is those damn traitors and servitors on it. There is nothing. More practical than the number of people, manpower is the basis for the operation of such huge equipment.
Well-trained cultists and fearsome heavy servitors stand ready at the design holes, while parades of civilians also carry firearms. It can be said that this war has already begun before the Imperial Guard arrives.
The rioting crowds carried out crazy attacks because of the disappearance of relatives, disappearance of lovers, evil experiments, religion or emotions. They were all citizens of the empire who worshiped force. Automatic guns were almost their standard weapons. Bombs and even some grenades flowed into the black market. There are also more powerful weapons.
But soon, strafing followed, heavy explosive bombs, automatic guns, logging guns, blood, gunpowder, fighting. Although there was no guidance from the eight-pointed star, it seemed to have nothing to do with the subspace, but he was indeed, indeed. In fact, a tyrant and traitor.
Whether it is PDF or citizens of the empire, they are all flesh and blood cracked by guns at this moment. Those cultists are from the hive world, and all the food in the castle is produced by Weiner. They are intertwined, but in the end the core resources have all become this Huge courtyard castle thing.
Its walls are protected by void shields to withstand orbital bombardment, with extensive curtain walls that can withstand direct attacks, and are surrounded by a vast network of laser defenses that would make any attack from a spaceship suicidal.
These laser defense facilities can also be used to attack ground targets. All roads leading to the fortress are protected by interlocking force fields. Three circular defense lines are arranged in the huge open space around the vacated castle.
These measures protected warehouses, trenches, defensive lines, bunkers, support points, and prepared artillery positions from invaders. The three lines of defense were in turn protected by barbed wire, anti-tank trenches, and thousands of minefields.
Any army attempting to attack Udon would be stalemate and eventually destroyed.
Therefore, the Forge Governor is still confident. This castle is enough to withstand the expected attacks of the professional Imperial Guard for thousands of years. Even if the entire world is against him, even the entire empire is the same. There are huge bunkers and hangars underground. , used to store weapons, ammunition, fuel, clothing and other supplies, and various supplies.
The core is a group of interstellar pirates hired and raised by the governor. They can leave the world from outside the hive through the huge underground equipment and plunder enough supplies.
For a long time, light and dark materials have been accumulated here, as well as hundreds of thousands of servitors and hundreds of thousands of cultists, and this ancient castle called Udun has turned into a huge arsenal.
The huge spider-like body is constantly operating and commanding this huge war machine in the center of the castle. To the sage, this thing is more like a game.
But compared to today's petty fighting, he prefers the pinnacle of his casting ability, a heavy tank modeled after the biotechnology of the Zerg and Dark Eldar. The chassis is the Emperor's Baneblade, but the main gun is a monster full of corrosive venom. , to be precise, it is a severely modified biological weapon.
It's hard to tell what its prototype is. This huge and terrifying monster looks a bit like a Zerg cannon bug but also has the style of a Bloodling.
This gothic, spiky monstrous creature squirmed its solid exoskeleton, making crazy twisting sounds, until several well-trained drivers entered from the modified chassis and controlled the system, which may be similar to controlling Crazy Glo. Beast equipment.
In any case, the huge monster fell silent when they stepped into it. The electromagnetic nerve control device made this twisted and painful beast completely quiet. It was extremely terrifying because of the acidic substances stored in its body, causing its body to Caught in an endless cycle of destruction, melting, and regeneration.
It certainly does not have the ability to be mass-produced. Not to mention how terrible the materials required to cast it are. Just because the body rots, the biomass required for regeneration is astronomical. The equipment and technology needed to input those things are not ordinary mechanical priests. Affordable.
This grotesque and vicious creature was born to be Governor Melkor's personal toy. There was no other reason than that he forged this thing because he had the power and ability to squander it so much.
Fearless, he gathered the resources of the three worlds and used countless means, commerce or plunder, so that many of the riches in this sector were turned into part of the thick fine gold on the walls of Udun, which did not have any decoration. The functions and most of the equipment were underground, so no one doubted how a governor could build such a behemoth.
At this moment, his madness and greed were more obvious. The arrival of the Red Corsairs gave him unlimited rights. After plundering the escaping Imperial Guard and most of the commercial ships so far, and being rewarded by the Red Pirates for his achievements in the rebellion and his strategic position, this The arrogant guy came extremely crazy.
This special poison blade was born from this. The thick armor or the roaring servo slowly moved forward, and the holy imperial engine was so defiled that it was extremely ugly.
But its machine soul has long been transformed into a mess. Driven by the chaotic biological will and engine, it is no longer difficult for the Imperial Guard's poison blade to fire at the people it once protected.
Passing through the trenches and walls, the black hole of the cannon was poked out from the fine gold. There was no warning or prompt. The roaring and sizzling sound was like hot melt, but the distance was far and large, because it was not energy and would not spread, but An anti-infantry weapon that can melt people with just one drop.
The fire-breathing tanks that once existed in Ancient Terra today pale into insignificance compared with its crazy toxins, and the chaotic death plays a terrible symphony with the sound of human body corruption.
And with luck in the cruelty, those poor people did not feel pain. Instead, they instantly merged with the pool of fluid sunk into the ground and turned into a ball of biomass that was easy to absorb. The heavy tank drove out and then crashed into it, like a The small beasts that had preyed on it were just extraordinarily deadly, greedily absorbing the liquid inside, even if the huge death and inorganic melting caused by this shot could bury the entire poison blade's huge body.
Such madness is endearing in the eyes of the founding governor, and his endearing works are coquettish and expressing their desires.
The mortals looked at this monster in surprise, and still had the courage to shoot at it, but the automatic guns and those useless shell ejectors were too weak to break through the defense.
The projectiles bounced off the thick exoskeleton and armor of the evil creation, unable to even create anything that could be called a trace. On the contrary, a single shot from the monster poison blade was enough to vaporize hundreds of people.
Fear and madness spread among the marching troops, as some shouted the Emperor's blessing, or worshiped the name of a pope he knew.
Faith could not guarantee their survival. The tens of thousands of troops marching in the square disappeared very quickly, even in an instant. Only a few lucky ones who witnessed the killings huddled in the corner almost crazy.
The cubs returned to their nests, and the Governor was delighted. Tens of thousands of kilograms of biomass could be saved this time. In his eyes, life was just an accident of meaningless organisms mixed together, and his noble artificial creatures were special and beautiful, and were born with a mission. The great difference.
And looking at his child, the sage, the governor, who was never confused, he flashed with sadness, because he had a bad fate and doubted his faith. When he was a child, he was born on Mars, and his parents didn't know it. Fortunately, he had no obvious mutation, but he The small scales on his body told him that he was a hybrid born from mutants.
The climate of Mars is terrible, and all the people he sees are inhumans who have abandoned their bodies. He hides in the heavy lead pipes that discharge chemicals to survive. The radiation once made him inhuman for a time, and knowledge is the lifeblood that makes him grow up.
If it weren't for his talent in genetic modification, he would never have changed his appearance. The inhuman radiation mutation would definitely be enough for him to be burned to cinders by the Inquisition countless times.
At this moment, he is in a high position, bringing happiness to countless people, but he is in chaos because of the arrival of Space Marines and Imperial Guards. He could have cast more children. Those creatures were born beautiful, not as mutated and ugly as him, and they would not doubt themselves. Destiny is not superfluous.
Because life is just like this, nothing is worth it...
And when the engines and soldiers of the Imperial Guard came here, there was no loud noise in this hell, and there was no greeting on the streets. There were only bits and pieces of madmen hugging each other and crying on the street or banging against the wall in vain. There are shocking holes in the huge open space near the castle, in front of the trench, and outside the fortress.
The funnel-like thing made the colonel and even the sergeant chief who destroyed the Falcon feel scared, and a trace of sweat fell down. The world was obviously very mild, but at this moment, it made people feel cold, which was unforgettable.
This is a short story about a perverted genius under the pressure of the empire who spent all his life to avenge the father who created him. Even though this matter is insignificant to the huge empire, even after the Imperial Guard conquers or destroys the world, only a few are left. A vague record of this heresy.
But for the citizens of this world, today they realized how terrifying the usually mild-mannered Governor was inside. A few survivors who were lucky enough to regain their senses under the blessing of the Emperor's light told the grotesque things they saw and heard.
Whether it is the Imperial Guard or the Space Marines, or even the people living on this forged world from all sides are afraid of that monster, they gave it a name, which is the local dialect, Yug. The original meaning may be The transliteration of dairy products inherited from ancient Terra, and its name means that this thing can turn everything in the world into soft and sticky "yoghurt" and then swallow it all together.
Yes, I am joking ()
They are, respectively, Beyond Time: The Rats in the Wall of Shadows and the Horror at Wigden
So, this is Cthulhu (seriously)
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