Chapter 237 The siege outside the siege
The hot atmosphere is getting stronger underground, and the heat in the core of the earth seems to have become active. The temperature has reached an astonishing 29 degrees. On the endless long lane, the driving fleet of heavy trucks is also spewing smoke, promethium, and fuel, driving toward the ground. forward.
The smoke continuously exhaled by the Second Union civilian fuel engines for the sake of evil has made the inside of this cave turbid and thin, and the thin air created by the equipment is getting less and less.
Rumble, another vibration in the silent underground, carrying the roaring thunder or the unpleasant smell of gunpowder, fragments and iron sheets flying everywhere, and the vehicle's heavy-duty off-road tires rolled gurglingly into the metal scraps in the distance. Stop.
Behind this small convoy, the Mechanicus Priest stretched out his highly modified body. Even though others have emphasized that this place may still be dangerous, the traitor of the Dark Mechanicus is not afraid. He is not a human being, and his metal body is smaller than That stupid armor on the vehicle's hull is even stronger.
If he could be penetrated, it would be useless to stay in the car. He walked out of the car to check those things. He was confident that his transformation could make up for the small-scale armed attacks in the war zone, and he was ready to recover those scattered items. Supplies.
His huge metal body shows agility that is different from the normal speed of movement. The high-power servo pumps this highly illegally modified body inside. The Dark Mechanicus is such a thing. They violate the regulations of the Empire and the Mechanicus. Satisfying individuals' needs for knowledge and practice to the point where their bodies are guinea pigs.
The only goods that can make those things value so much are the treasures they have made with all their efforts, the most elite equipment in the empire, and war equipment.
And when he walked into the ruins of the vehicle, he bent down and used his many arms to check the treasures used by the Space Marines. Looking at the buried works and the explosive bombs scattered on the ground, his dissatisfaction with the Space Marines became more and more intense. In many matters, the Space Marines' stupidity and the Mechanicum's thirst for knowledge created many conflicts.
When the complex rituals or behaviors of worshiping the Chaos Gods are seen by the sages who are fed up with the complex religion of the Mechanicum and pursue the truth and leave their hometowns, the feeling of nausea will creep into their hearts, and they will be disturbed by the so-called doctrine and credibility. Repressed emotions and those longed-for truths.
He embraced the terrifying power of the Destruction Power just to see the true appearance of the world. When he was not satisfied with sneaking around in the dark, making small fuss, and came to the Red Pirates, he was still distracted by the stupid customs and beliefs of those Space Marines. Walking on the nose…
And he wiped the fallen thing, a terrifying bolt weapon with sharp edges, to be precise, a bolt gun often used by Space Marines. Today's transportation is therefore crucial, every bolt, every projectile They all represent countless wealth and manpower, and are also the work of painstaking efforts of technical sages.
"Stupid thing..." He didn't know whether he was scolding the people who ambush here or insulting the Space Marines. Only the disgusting resentment was real.
At this moment, he was preparing to recover more things. The machine servant was a little slower than him, so he followed behind. When the mechanical half-human servants came, the recovery work was carried out in an orderly manner.
The projectiles were wiped clean, soaked in holy oil, and put back into boxes. The bombs and plasma guns required careful repair by technical sages. At the same time, a large amount of food was abandoned because the truck load was not enough. There was nothing like it. Vehicles that are overweight are even more deadly when driven on the road, and in order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the Space Marines, those mortals can become sacrifices.
At the same time, the Mechanicus can also choose to give up its servitors, but this choice of self-sacrifice obviously will not appear in this era.
Human life is the least valuable thing. Under such special circumstances, food becomes the cheapest discard. After all, the things that make up 60% of the defense line are not mortals but space warriors. Secondly, it is difficult for mortal troops to compete with Ska. Di's Fourth Infantry Regiment faced off, and this choice was so rational that it was chilling.
However, the essence of such a well-calculated mechanical "Zhuge Liang" is also composed of arrogance and ignorance. He subconsciously brought the Skadi people into the countless Imperial Guards he had defeated before. Those who just used small tricks would lose their armor. force.
They are not weak troops using laser guns, but legions that can defeat Space Marines and defeat countless enemies of the Empire. When this sage proudly regards those mortals as weak, Letlin's guns are aimed at his brain, and that Nothing will ever be replaced.
Bright red projectiles were shot out from the metal ruins, and the intense energy of the heat rays pierced the hot air here. What followed was an amazingly accurate shot. After a distance of tens of meters, it turned into the flames of death and filled the air. The head of thoughts was completely cut off.
The fault is like a hot piece of iron, and all its physical tissue and metal no longer exist, as if those things never existed in the first place.
The sage's body fell, the servitors were in chaos, his students shouted from the vehicle, and the mortals began to start the engine, but the continuous shots were aimed at the hearts of the traitors before the engine started.
Engines, cabs, and a convoy of dozens of trucks, armored vehicles, and transport vehicles were immediately paralyzed. Those who survived could only hide in the cars in fear, tremblingly using their weak personal promethium headlamps and those priceless transport items. Close together.
It's really ridiculous. Those powerful weapons can't protect anyone at the moment. Only those mortals feel a sense of crisis when they hear the approaching footsteps, hallucination or real. They have been taking hallucinogens for a long time because of their beliefs and environment, so that they can't distinguish this basic situation. Cleared.
Those feelings were originally used to help them fearlessly serve the gods after falling into excitement on the battlefield, but now they have become negative feedback that amplifies fear. Those servitors are killed, shot, heads and metal, projectiles and vaporized, Chaotic sounds, things falling, screaming.
It felt like everything was stretched out and flashed slowly but extremely quickly, as if the perception had become countless times stronger, but those things could only feel death.
Fear struck so intensely that it was suffocating. The most basic desires of life were stripped of the shell of faith and worship. Those who betrayed the empire because of cowardice or obedience began to face their weak hearts.
When the door of the cabin was opened, a fierce light stimulated his eye membranes, and there was an exclamation.
"Emperor! What is he doing?!" That was the voice of the Letling boy, and what he saw was a bloody mess, the cultists cutting their own bodies with sabers, the chaotic clothes, and the broken armor of the former Imperial Guard. There were chaos-style decorations and runes on it, and his face was very pale.
Now he used a saber to smash his abdomen to pieces and screamed horribly, as if the Imperial Guard had done this to him.
The Master Chief walked in holding his nose, ignoring the crazy thing and took away the ammunition that was still usable and some good enough supplies, but not much, only enough for them to ambush for a few days, and the remaining things here needed Use white phosphorus bombs to burn them all.
And he explained kindly. "I smoked too much. I saw it. I didn't join the army at that time. Instead, I saw what happened when I was a PDF suppressing the rebellion within the hive city."
"People who believe in chaos will need all kinds of messy things to maintain their madness. Some sects choose cannibalism, and some like complex religions, but the most convenient and most widely accepted thing is actually hallucinogens."
"According to legend, in the ancient Terra era, some people took hallucinogenic toxins and poisonous mushrooms to gain contact with their gods in hallucinations. Many people also obtained miraculous abilities through this method, which is the so-called spiritual power."
"In other words, hallucinogens actually appear frequently, and when taking them for a long time, most people do not become psykers, but become fragile. If they fall into a person's situation, they will be stimulated to madness by war or fear. .”
"Stress reaction, like a beast, unable to think, unable to understand the situation around you, and then die."
"Isn't it worth the loss? Just for the so-called contact with the evil god?" The boy Letling had not experienced many things. The Master Chief just thought of the terrifying power of the psykers he encountered.
"You've only seen legal psykers in the empire. Those things are like cats, domestic cats. If you see these guys one day and see what those cult psykers look like, you won't doubt why they are willing to go crazy to get those powers. , that is the power that can really change your destiny, and it can happen very quickly.”
"Everyone likes this. Everyone believes that they are the chosen one, the destiny, but the reality is often not the case. Crazy, explosive, death or other, as long as they can climb above other humans, they will go Try it.”
"How tempting. There is no burden. As long as you can control yourself and not die, you can reverse everything, control everything, and enjoy everything. However, those who are rational and unwilling to take hallucinogens will be coerced by the environment to accept it, but in the end The end result is just a drug addict." As he spoke, the Master Chief crushed the dying lunatic's head with his foot. The head was shattered by the impact and pressure, and he lost consciousness and died.
He picked up the box he picked out again and handed it to the boy Letling. "Pack up your share, three days' worth of food, and take it into the pipe. Be careful not to be followed. Next, we will install incendiary bombs and clean up the place."
He looked at the tired look on the Letling boy's face and emphasized. "There will be more and more actions like this in the future. The enemy will definitely send vehicles more crazily to make up for the shortage on the front. If you can't hold on, you can apply for a rest."
"Can't you hold it...can't you hold it?" Kid Laitlin asked, holding a thick box that was as tall as his own body. "You don't need to take care of me. I am smaller and thinner, but I am also a soldier, even recruited by the Sun Lord."
The Master Chief realized that he was being rude. No one could speak so highly of a brave man who took the initiative to go to a desperate situation. He should not regard people other than Catachan as such weak beings, but he would not apologize, just Like an old father who is not good at words, he continued to sort out the supplies.
Soon, the terrifying smoke and light unique to white phosphorus bombs rose over the wilderness. War is like this. Persecuting everything is victory, and the Catachans also moved from living in forests to living in pipes.
They formed a special encirclement, blocking the progress of most supplies. It was impossible to drive in this imperfect place full of stones and metal waste. Not abandoning those roads was the traitors' only choice.
Only a few people composed of rear disturbances successfully hindered the entire front. War is destined to be complicated, and sometimes it is not the number of people that can mean victory.
The enemy's countermeasures this time were very accurate and they took advantage of the geographical advantages. Being invaded by the impregnable fortress is already disturbing enough, but under such circumstances, they were able to organize resistance and siege very quickly, which shows that the Imperial Guard has once again encountered difficulties. Tangled enemies.
Deep in the pipeline, those wet places are a second home made of metal, places that people hate but have to endure.
Warm light flickered, and the Letlings were frying warm food and waiting. The guerrilla war would become long. Although this victory was successful, no one could tell clearly what would happen next.
Catachan soldiers made simple mines to impede the advancement of enemy vehicles. Promethium, energy clips, a small amount of grenades, gunpowder and other messy things were definitely not as powerful as professional military ones, but they were also the best answer at the moment.
The Master Chief was pressing against the wall of the pipe to listen for any weak vibrations on the nearby ground. His auspicious device was firmly pressed against the wall, and everything seemed to be as normal as before.
Until a bright red light appeared on the instrument, the Master Chief immediately covered the flame with a lid, extinguishing the things that had finally risen, blocking all the sounds here, and giving quiet instructions in sign language.
On the ground, several Space Marines patrolled this place, and from time to time they looked through unused channels. To be precise, they were looking at all places where there might be people, holding augers, and collecting most of the intelligence.
At this moment, the bright red giant said to his war brothers. "Brother, has that pipeline been checked?"
"The biggest one?"
"No, it's the one next to me. Someone seems to have climbed into this pipe mouth. Look." He squatted and rubbed the pipe mouth with his fingers, but he didn't touch any moss. Someone must have been here, and even went in and out frequently.
"Rat, we found it..." The Chaos Space Marines looked at each other, and then slowly looked down. As a reconnaissance force, they wore flash bombs and jumping shields. There was no problem in close combat like the pipeline.
The captain took out the flash bomb and threw it downwards. Hululu fell into the pipe and then exploded. The intense light made the entire pipe seem to have been struck by lightning.
Next, the Chaos Space Marines walked into the pipe, turned on the power armor's night vision capabilities, and moved forward with shields in hand.
The dark pipe gradually became brighter, the captain said. "Someone, that..." He looked at the iron bucket in front of him, which was covered by the lid. He walked forward quickly, holding up his shield vigilantly to check the iron bucket. When he opened the thing, there was also an earth mine inside. visible!
"Damn it!"
Rumbling, huge force overturned the Space Marines. Because of the shield, he was not injured, but he was in a state of embarrassment. However, the pipe was not so lucky. The power of the explosion spread through the pipes, causing the place to completely collapse, trapping several Chaos Space Marines. Here it is.
Meanwhile, the Chief was eating grilled steaks and cutting open the food in the pipe. "It seems my trap worked. I didn't expect the fake pipe entrance to be so effective."
Catachan is a survival expert, how could he make such a stupid mistake? When the meat steak entered his mouth, Chaos once again lost to his own arrogance. (End of chapter)