Chapter 240 Conflict, contradiction, civil strife, war
It doesn't take much of a gap or change to go from a high position to being ignored. When the mortals who once worshiped the giants became indifferent, the movements and etiquette of worshiping them also became slow and halted. The death of those brothers colored the prelude to their war. On humiliation.
When on the towering guard tower of the castle, the Space Marines wanted to return to their position, but were stopped by the electronic worms (disparaging names) and Gear Boys of the Mechanicus. The proud warriors used the grid device to make chirping and angry sounds. "Let us go over there, from the Mechanicus, or I will show you what your mechanical spine looks like."
They were by no means easy to mess with, but the Mechanicus Priest did not move and spoke again. "We don't have that many guns. Sorry, demigods, according to the instructions issued by the Governor, from now on, you are no longer qualified to enter the defense system."
"Why, give me the answer, Gear Boy, or I'll break your head." The Space Marine veteran pressed his blaster against the head of the man in front of him. No need to doubt, if the priest's answer is not satisfactory, then his head will learn flight.
The priest just continued to spit out the voice that was composed of almost emotionless electrical signals. The disgusting mechanical structures all over his body and the oil spilled out of them all represented his "calmness". You can see this as long as you stay with those guys for a long time. The priest was not as calm as he appeared.
The words composed of his electrical signals made the Space Marines put down their guns. It was not something very profound, it just reminded them of the failure they had experienced and used the name of the sage to shut them out.
For Space Marines who live by war and are born because of war, saying that they cannot fight is equivalent to saying that men cannot give birth and that women cannot nourish life. This is a huge problem. Questioning and insulting their own concept of existence makes those The giants clenched their fists, but they tolerated those things because they needed to be under the same roof as the Adeptus Mechanicus.
It has to be said that after the Black Heart King recruited the veterans of the subspace, those traitors who had become accustomed to Chaos interference were regaining the honor and discipline of the Space Marines. Although they were still far behind the real Imperial demigods, they were just rehabilitators. As long as he is healthy, this is not difficult, although it is definitely not good news for the Imperial Guard.
It was also the trace of reason that led the Space Marines forward and pulled them back to their camp. The Astartes Monastery and the Astartes Monastery were specially left for them inside the castle, but that was different from the ones in the Empire. Objects of honor, filled with filth, disgusting words and runes, grotesque creations of human skin or twisted iron spikes.
The symbol representing the emperor turned into an eight-pointed star of chaos, the towering stained glass turned bright red, the skull was no longer there, and only the terrifying bright red candles burned with a faint light to illuminate this place.
In the huge monastery hall, Terminator Hagrid knelt on one knee and told the Chaos Gods what happened during this period, but he felt his brother approaching.
"Why are you coming back now? The horn of war has sounded. Even without weapons, we have to defeat those Imperial Guards with our fists." Veteran Hagrid emphasized this, as if this was the only opportunity for them to avenge their shame during this period, and also Why do Space Marines place so much importance on the internal defense of their citadel.
If they miss this opportunity again, they will have to face the real defenselessness. Now on the wall, those mortals dare not lend them automatic weapons. Although the logging gun is like a toy, it is better than the possible shortage of supplies.
Now their last chance to avenge their shame has been wiped out, treating these giants who shook the universe like castrated roosters, good for nothing except growing meat.
"They rejected our defense plan?" Hagrid showed a surprised expression, along with the wrinkles that had been in battle for thousands of years. Although due to the existence of subspace, his memory or body had only experienced less than a thousand years, but Even so, he was too old for a Space Marine.
(Many Imperial scholars are curious about the longevity of the Chaos Space Marines, because even the oldest existence of the Imperial Space Marines, Captain Dante of the Blood Angels, may not have thousands of years to live (but many people think that he can reach that time, even Witnessing the rebirth or destruction of the empire), most space warriors only have a long life of a thousand years. Even if most of them do not live to die, there are still relevant records in the huge empire
But the Chaos Space Marines often refresh this fact, and they become unusually long-lived, barring filthy diseases and the gift of the Plague God, or the help of other gods, even if compared to those who are more "pure" (I know this word is used) It's a bit strange, but it's also the most apt) that the traitor would also survive until the founding of the Empire.
Many scholars believe that this is due to the energy of the subspace. There are also places like the Eye of Terror or the Maelstrom that connect to the subspace and spread their lives. Coupled with its strange time dimension standards, we still have to admit that, The number of Space Marines in the Warp may far exceed that of the current Imperium. )
In the subspace, he once achieved feats that amazed many powerful people, but now, as long as he reaches his final years, his body will age extremely and die. Of course, he will still be healthy before that moment comes. , healthy enough to tear apart mortal flesh, and more terrifying as he ages.
But he still didn't expect that he would become so miserable after coming to the material world. He lost consecutive battles, which meant that after being stationed in the shabby world of Skadi, he no longer had his usual good luck...
An inexplicable feeling crept into the mind of this old space warrior. He was not the smartest or the most powerful person he met, but living to this day still brought him a lot of things, such as the pair of The horrible smell of something bad happening.
"Don't act rashly during this period. No matter how we lose, we must be internally stable and stable. If this is violated, I will personally deal with the violator."
Hagrid rarely said such words. The traitorous Space Marines who had not entered the battlefield thought for a long time. Those traitors had no discipline. To be precise, most of their respect for this living ancestor came from his combat prowess. and age, but these two points alone are enough.
They returned to their rooms, prepared things in the armory, and took inventory of the weapons they had. It was well known that the Chaos Space Marines were poorly equipped, with cracked bolters, tattered armor, and chainsaws lacking monomolecular blades. Sword, their armory also did not send out armored vehicles or war engines because they had not actually entered war mode yet.
This situation is also the reason why many Space Marines are dissatisfied with the status quo. It is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw, and the dimensional blacksmiths and pharmacists in the regiment cannot come up with good things.
That kind of dissatisfaction became more and more serious within the battle group. On the contrary, the Mechanicus occupied most of the supplies, and in this universe, one should never underestimate the hands-on ability of the Space Marines. In private, they secretly kept the Mechanicus' storage area one by one. The blueprints were collected, and they wanted to steal weapons and equipment to avenge their deaths, for the sake of their dead brothers, and to defeat the Imperial Guard, their biggest worry.
But here we are complacent and gearing up,
The Imperial Guard, however, looked relaxed and relaxed.
Because he occupied a large amount of supplies, he was in a rising position in the war. At this moment, the Sun Lord, Mr. Alan Bair, was crossing his legs and wiping his precious weapons with sacred engine oil, such as power scythes and relic pistols, while pretending to talk about the Mechanicum. The non-binary, no, cyborg prayer.
Take apart the gun body, wipe it, and take care of it like the Imperial Guard's infantry manual. After the maintenance is completed, take a bite of a strange-tasting nut with your fingers covered in engine oil. This is the current state of the Imperial Guard.
It is comfortable but not the same. To be precise, it is like a spring that is pressed down a little and can bounce up anytime and anywhere, but it is not a stressful state. They are all experts in war and can adjust to be sharp at any time.
This period of time is a rare holiday for the Skadi boys, a break from the daily hellish trilogy of prayer, eating, and war that worships the Emperor.
Most people will choose to play cards, and some will play musical instruments, but the sound cannot be loud, and it must not cover the alarm and the shouts of the company staff. The most popular thing should be wine, no matter how it is brewed, no matter how pure it is, as long as there is alcohol , if you can get on top, they will flock to you.
Those stupid soldiers visited military doctors many times because of this. They had to be thankful that those field doctors still knew how to treat gastric inflammation, that is, there were enough anti-inflammatory drugs and constant antibiotics.
They would also get together to sing military songs or pray, but in the end it would turn into a crude drunken meeting, and the staff would stop it repeatedly, so much so that even the staff had to win over them to convince them not to hold such a stupid action again.
However, alcohol is the best stimulant for soldiers. No matter what time it is, as long as they take a sip, their combat effectiveness will increase, whether it is hot or cold, whether it is the minions of the Chaos Gods or the terrifying alien aliens.
They are the heroes of the empire, and the Sun Lord has also given them a variety of privileges, such as canceling the non-wartime execution rights of internal staff and giving them a rather exaggerated amount of supplies, because the Sun Lord feels that those soldiers usually suffer too much. It's rare that I can compensate them for a while.
The Letling boy boiled the big pot, and the messy things in it boiled into a ball. The soldiers came after smelling the smell, and took a spoonful each. Some people were amazed, and some people ate a slipper.
But no matter how noisy, in this dark universe, the Imperial Guard still rarely has such exciting days. The Sun Lord also finished taking care of the firearms at this moment, and carefully collected the weapons.
He has experienced a lot since he joined the army, but the main theme will never change. He knows very well that the current comfort is just a fleeting dream. Before the bubble bursts, Alan Bayer still needs to achieve more victories. Maybe one day he could lie down and live out his old age in some agricultural world, cultivating a lot of food for the empire and providing more supplies for the soldiers, but it was far from that and far from it now.
He raised the telescope and looked at the blurry picture in the telescope from dozens of kilometers away. This telescope full of imperial technology was far more powerful than most people imagined as an Imperial Guard item. It not only had night vision capabilities, but also The effect of a telescope is exerted, relying on a complex optical system to achieve the ultimate naked eye detection distance. If it is just observation, it even exceeds the ability of an auspicious device.
Then Alan Bayer took it and smashed it against the wall a few times. There was a strange problem with the optical components of this damn thing. After the impact, the blurry picture gradually became clear. On the dark wall, it made people feel... Suffocating weapons and complex arrangements of soldiers come into view.
The enemy is full of cowardice. They really can no longer ignore the approach of the Imperial Guard. Those evil things should feel trembling today. The invincibility of the Imperial Guard has given the cultists many nightmares. During their nights, sprouted in the dream.
And those Space Marines did not come on stage. There was no doubt that Alan Bair had succeeded. He began to think about the next step, until the sound of pattering military boots interrupted his thoughts.
"Lieutenant, aren't you going to have fun?" The Sun Lord said the name of the person familiarly, and the young man immediately responded.
"No, boss, I'm just here to accompany you."
"Accompany me?" Alan Bair put down the telescope with interest. He already knew important information. There were strange divisions within the enemy. At least the priests on the wall had replaced the Space Marines.
The second lieutenant brought two bowls of hot slipper soup (this is the pet stew the soldiers made for the Letling boy) and said as he went. "You've been staying here all this time, looking at something."
"Many people are worried that you, boss, will miss you because you are separated from Miss Inquisitor."
Alan Bayer took a sip of the stew, which tasted good and had a unique flavor, and then smiled. "Sorry, women are very good, but they are still far behind in my current schedule. I am just observing the enemy's situation."
The ensign swallowed. "Are they really starting to exclude the Space Marines? If I had a group of Space Marines fighting with me, I would definitely treat them as VIPs."
Alan Bayer asked again. "What if they take 80 percent of our current supplies?"
The second lieutenant hesitated for a moment. On the one hand, the demigods of the empire cannot be treated badly, and on the other hand, they are compatriots of flesh and blood, brothers and sisters... He thought for a moment, and then answered. "One of our own!"
Alan Bair nodded. "Yes, that's the case, I will do it, and I believe those people will too. In the final analysis, Space Marines are not human beings. No matter how great, powerful, and worshiped they are, their essence is not human beings."
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"But, it's not my kind..."
Halfway through his words, there was a sudden rumbling sound inside the castle, which was so loud that it made people feel their heads buzzing. Countless soldiers, the Sun Lord, and everyone in the entire underground looked sideways at this, only to see billowing black smoke crawling out of the inside of the castle. And the Sun Lords realized that the Space Marines had begun to rebel! (End of chapter)