Chapter 228 Skadi’s War Fortress, Lloyd
The Space Marines let out heavy breathing sounds. This was considered impolite and would reveal their actions in the Codex Astartes operations. It was also rejected by most Imperial Chapters, but those traitors had no taboos and even used such The behavior highlights its ferocity.
Those dark-colored and spiked armors were the shelter built by the empire for them. The CSMs (Chaos Space Marines) moved forward in a standard team of four, walking in disorder and looking around.
Two people were holding bolt guns, one was using a plasma rifle, holding a chain sword, and the captain wearing a ring of thorns pressed the door of the warehouse, and four fallen angels stepped in. The rattling sound of the power armor was timid, but This is of no use to the Skadi.
"Boss, shoot him." The second lieutenant loaded the magazine on his carbine. The void suit blocked the sound of their conversation. The high degree of sealing made it impossible for the Space Marines to feel the vibrations of the air. It originally hindered the Skadis. 's space suit has now become a good thing.
Alan Bayer said. "Capture alive, we need information, at least keep one."
"Capture alive?!" This sentence was repeated by about 6-7 officers in almost the same tone. Alan Bayer only felt his eardrums trembling. The imperial equipment did not have any noise reduction or control, it just bombarded like a subwoofer. Mortal eardrums.
"That's enough! Keep your voice down! What will the enemy do if they find out?!" Alan Bair couldn't bear to curse. At this moment, other soldiers also came to their senses, and Master Catachan said. "Most of the soldiers have taken the citizens to seek refuge. The remaining elite troops will have no problem taking care of these four, but they can capture them alive..."
"This is not to force others to do something difficult. We are in the dark. Everyone, we are the most powerful soldier unit of the Imperial Guard. If we can't take down four Chaos Space Marines, it just means one thing. Humanity is hopeless!" Alan Bair Emphasizing that this is a war between humans and demigods, there is naturally no so-called hesitation. This is the only way to solve the mysteries of this world.
People's hearts are also restless. For Skadi's veterans, the worship of giants has long since disappeared. The myths they created themselves are no worse than those supermen, so why should they envy and worship them?
The mission order this time was crazy and terrifying, but they were extremely excited. This was an opportunity to prove that the Imperial Guard was an operation that did not need to be changed even if it was written into the Ministry of Military Affairs manual.
Do it, do it, should do it, several absurd ideas flashed through my mind, using mortal actions to change this opportunity.
The plan runs methodically within the Imperial Guard, and the Sun Lord's command is like the code that drives the huge machine, turning bulky things into practical steel giants.
The entire factory was silent and oppressive. Hidden behind the ruins and metal creations, the Space Marines moved forward unknowingly. The void suits isolated their heartbeats and breathing. Skadi's elites were ready to attack, but they were not easily discovered. They They can use experience to lower their voices to a minimum. The void suit isolates sound and body temperature, allowing them to wait for the enemy to approach in the best condition.
Those Chaos traitors moved forward vigilantly. As they gradually approached the heavy machines in the work area, a buzzing sound came from the grid device, and the red spiked giant issued dissatisfied questions to its captain. "Are there really enemies here? Are those mortals slacking off and lying about military information?"
He looked at the corpses of cultists all over the ground. In fact, this was not the first time that this had happened. The Red Pirates were crazy about exploiting people, and some of Skadi's "simple folk customs" loyalists to the empire almost worshiped force. He is a religious lunatic and has worked hard all his life without complaining. Today he has reached his limit.
That kind of riot was so terrifying that it would tear apart the troops almost instantly, so the need for manpower to guard factories in various places was also increasing.
They had been attacked many times during this period, but those who escaped could not survive long. There was no food here, and there was not enough oxygen outside the factory area and core area.
During this period, no large-scale fleet docking was detected, and the imperial expeditionary team should be far away from arriving.
The captain leaned down and looked at the dead cultist's body. "The heat ray should be a weapon of the Mechanicus. Maybe it was done by those underground. They are already very dissatisfied with our interference in the construction sequence."
"The design of the fortress was obviously built in the style of the Astartes Monastery requested by the Black Heart King, and the technical sergeants agreed. Now they actually attack our factory?"
"If the supply of raw materials is cut off, we will all die in this world! I don't like it!"
The space warrior and his brother spoke. It seemed that conflicts had arisen. The Red Pirates were still as disunified as ever. No, it would be better to say that the team led by the Sun Lord was a miracle. Even the empires in ordinary times would quarrel with each other over material issues. .
But at this moment, the Ecclesiarchy, the Inquisition, the Space Marines, the Imperial Guard, and the largest departments in the empire are actually united to deal with foreign enemies. It is a miracle.
Charisma? It was probably really guided by the Emperor. When desperate, this huge empire could gather strength and throw an iron fist at the enemy. This was a rare miracle in the history of human civilization.
The current Imperial Guard only noticed that when the traitors were making noise, their attention was very distracted. This was an opportunity. The sound of rustling was very small but existed. If they had not withdrawn from the combat state, the Imperial Guard would not have been able to get close. .
Alan Bayer took out his firearm and gave the other soldiers the previously discussed orders. "Boy Lytling, Sergeant Catachan, join me in shooting the captain's limbs, boy Lytling's right hand, Sergeant Major's left hand, and leave the rest to me."
Said the Lytlin boy. "Boss, how can you break two legs by yourself?"
The Master Chief didn't say a word. He was just thinking about how to shoot at the same time and tear a super soldier's arm instantly. This was no less difficult than using his fingers to pull out a whole piece of meat from a tiger's mouth.
No, I made a whole Glomon!
In contrast, the mission of the Sun Lords is probably completely impossible. For them, killing a tiger with bare hands is like killing a Space Marine, but catching one alive is twice as difficult...
But they will never blindly obey the orders of the Sun Lord. They know that it is not impossible. The opportunity to create history is right in front of them. The time to retake their homeland is now. If they want to shoot, they cannot hesitate.
Bang bang bang, flames and bullets penetrated the thin air and exploded in the sweltering factory. Fierce firefights followed. The gaps and fire suppression were surprisingly fast.
This incident essentially happened in an instant, but in the eyes of the Space Marines, the light of the firearms flashed and the fire suppression followed. Not only could they react, they could also use their strong arm armor to resist the attack and find cover.
But this time it was different. Two surprisingly accurate shots pierced the weak armor joints of the captain's arms. To be precise, it was a moment beyond Superman's reaction. In the end, even space warriors are still made of matter. composed of something.
The strong heat rays melted the weak points of his arm armor. In order to ensure flexibility, even the joints of the empire's most advanced armor will still reduce the defense. Firearms that can usually penetrate the ceramite armor are now even more unscrupulous. The Space Marine's arm was blown off.
It happened suddenly, but the captain still calmly approached the bunker, and instantly used his body to throw the blown arm to nearby teammates. As long as he could return to the base in a short time, the pharmacist could still let him continue fighting.
At the same time, anger mixed with fear appeared in his mind, and his thoughts kept thinking about what could prevent the Space Marines from being detected so that they could be intercepted at close range.
But the continuous heat rays fell like raindrops, and the intense firepower caused the Chaos Space Marines to be evaporated in an instant. The captain watched his teammates turn into a pile of mud, and immediately stuck to the chain sword on the ground. He needed to commit suicide.
Death is a small matter, but being caught is a big deal. Honor and all perseverance will disappear, and the roaring power sword is enough to break his helmet and cut his head!
Such behavior made the Sun Lord hesitate a little in his aiming movements. He didn't want to be so cruel to this bloody man, but he had decided to get information from this man's mouth, so he had to suffer the shame!
Aim, shoot, activate the overload of the relic gun, and the intense heat ray drains the entire energy battery of energy instantly. This relic of the dark age makes a sad roar, which is why the Sun Lord does not like to use this trick.
There are melta guns to break armor and destroy vehicles, heat rays to snipe and kill infantry, and gravity guns to control enemy movements and kill large numbers of infantry. Overload will empty the ammunition instantly, and the weapon will bear a huge burden. In this era, it can There is no priest who can fix it!
The price is high and the power is great. In an instant, the fierce heat energy tears apart the air, leaving a distorted ground feeling similar to that in hot weather, a sizzling sound similar to hot melt, and dissipates in response to the sound, and the entire lower body of the space warrior .
The entire Skadi regiment was frightened by an attack that was comparable to the main gun of a tank. Although the energy battery ammunition was enough to emit such power, it was another matter to emit it and the firearms could withstand it. After all, the main battle tank gun was no more. The gun is thick and thin, but it requires a huge cannon the size of a person to fire.
This kind of overload is not only a privilege of energy weapons, but also represents that human technology in the Dark Ages can also achieve distortions in physical reality similar to psychic powers, and the green-skinned waaagh stance.
But the Skadi people don't understand this. They just think that the boss is so thick, so big, and so fierce.
Alan Bayer just wiped the muzzle of the gun heartbrokenly, thinking about how to maintain it so that this baby could be used for a few more years, while cursing at the stunned boys. "What are you looking at? Go and lift that guy over. By the way, put on earplugs and turn on the sound isolation of the void suit. Don't worry about how powerful the Space Marine's throat is."
"By the way, I heard that some old-model Space Marines will spit corrosive saliva to help them escape from special situations. Later, take off his helmet and stuff an iron block or something into his mouth."
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Although it is a bit doubtful whether there is a sexual orientation issue, it is better than being stained with corrosive saliva. Alan Bair is not an alarmist. I heard that some battle groups would indeed request such transformation during the Great Crusade.
But fortunately, there was no danger. According to the Sun Lord's earnest teachings, this immobile Space Marine really had no fighting power. He only injured three veterans before restraining him.
The shape of this old man who was tied up with heavy industrial iron chains, with an iron ball stuffed into his mouth, and fixed with steel wires was inevitably uncomfortable. In addition, this old thing's cheeks were distorted and mutated by the filth of subspace, and his cheeks looked like burns.
Even the well-informed Sun Lord had to feel disgusted. When he took the bench, sat in front of his trophies, distanced himself, and asked the soldiers to take off his oral restraints, the Chaos Space Marine said .
"Lord Sun, I knew it should be you..." His mouth was a little awkward, not sure whether it was because of mutation or being restrained for too long.
"I didn't expect you to be so cowardly." He looked at the Sun Lord who was about 40 meters away and holding a jump-proof explosion shield. He couldn't help but feel ridiculous in his heart. He was at odds with the Black Heart King.
"There are so many elite soldiers here! You dare not approach me?" He emphasized, as if this could gain the upper hand, but Alan Bayer just said a word and let this old guy break through the defense.
"The Emperor hoped that after the Great Crusade, Space Marines could become teachers, artists, and doctors, and use their knowledge to help human civilization enter a true golden age, but you betrayed your brother, your father, and your creator. "Alan Bair told the truth, and the space warrior suddenly laughed.
"How is it possible? The Corpse Emperor only treats us as props." He couldn't believe his ears. Although this was the first time someone had raised this point of view, his thousands of years of deep-rooted thoughts would never change.
"How do you explain the Thousand Sons, how do you explain the atrocities of the space wild dogs?" He realized that the person in front of him knew much better, and when he spoke, he remembered the most profound thing when he was serving. Even after many years, his thoughts had been polluted by chaos. It was still clear, even if he couldn't remember the names of his biological parents, or the food he liked when he was a mortal, he still remembered it.
Alan Beyer just said. "Look at your armor, is it from the World Eaters Chapter?"
"So what?" The Space Marine captain became impatient. He was now like this, unable to commit suicide, which was quite humiliating.
Alan Bair just said. "You should be clear about your father's problem. He is not a butcher. It was just the equipment of the Dark Ages that destroyed him. The Emperor does not blame you. Your betrayal is probably just because your brother betrayed. The Emperor does not blame you."
When the Great Crusade was betrayed, most of the Space Marines had no idea what was going on. They followed the Primarch just because he did it. When Chaos tainted their minds, the Protector fell completely, and had no regard for the Emperor's divinity and concealment. The distrust made them behave like this. At this moment, Alan Bair told the truth, and the hesitant Space Marine lowered his head.
And in his mind, the whisper of the subspace appeared, which was a weird thing composed of many hallucinations and chaos, telling him that the Corpse King was hypocritical and the Sun Lord was cowardly, so don't be fooled by lies!
The World Eater veteran struggled, but Alan Bair was approaching now. He knew that this guy didn't know how to vomit acid, so he had the courage to approach, but this action made him confused.
Could it be that what this mortal said was true? Although he has spent much of his tens of thousands of years in the subspace, he still knows better than most people what is the truth and what is a lie. In addition, he has spent thousands of years thinking about betrayal and living in the subspace. What I saw and heard…
Alan Bair didn't know his struggle, so he just spoke. "Now, tell me what happened here, and I will let you return to the Golden Throne to atone for your sins against your brother."
Suddenly, those subspace whispers dispersed, and the captain saw a silver sun in front of his eyes. His eyes were downcast, as if he saw the emperor who once walked on Terra...
"I...they...red pirates..."
"Yes, the Red Pirate, yes, my brothers, my wrong brothers, are..."
"The Skadi underground is being perfected. The giant fortress called Loyd, which was once researched and cast by the empire, can be turned into a terrifying fortress in the fortress world... The location is under the ice mine!" He was in a trance. Then he told the truth, and next, a black gun pointed at his head.
"Thank you for your cooperation. The record is also over. Let's go see the Emperor, brother who took the wrong path." The Sun Lord said, banging in the factory, unwilling to leave for a long time, like a bird commemorating the grievances of the world. spirit. (End of chapter)