Chapter 267 The crucible boils the soul, and the thick soup boils the blood and bones
The mixed things next to the low-Earth orbit defense array were piled high into a mountain of broken corpses, but there was no stench. It was just that countless heavy-duty carts transported the corpses and then fell on them, thick juices, viruses, and fat ones. Flies, disgusting buzzing things.
Finally, many robed wizards painted many other symbols with Chaos symbols and complex runes, grease and human blood. They looked very similar to the shamanic culture that people in the ancient Terran era were obsessed with, but they were different.
Therefore, the violent subspace storm is distorting the time and space here, making the remote channels that the Space Marines come here unstable. It is also such behavior that the divination instruments cannot touch the core of their strategy, and at the same time, because of it, Attracted by the Eagle of Destruction.
Ed Von Ka, as the most honored person in the Guterra family so far, looked at those things with disgust but expectancy. He sat in his clean office, enjoying the steak, and witnessed those chaotic and disgusting deaths. thing.
His heart was very complicated, because human nature is so complicated, and he instinctively resisted filth. What was he expecting? But soon, he subconsciously asked. "Custer, your power is very fast..."
After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth, his thoughts were spinning, and a kind of sadness crept into his mind. He lost his adjutant, and now the Astropath has not been obtained either, and the two wizards brought from Engili Port have also returned to the Supreme Being. sky.
He is quite contradictory. He hates filth but worships the Lord of Plagues. He neither likes wizards nor relies on psychic powers. He envies those who are favored by the supreme heaven, but is afraid of the negative emotions and effects brought by those psychic powers.
But at this moment, he has already made many forced changes. No one expected that Alpha level wizards would be killed, and no one would realize that this war would turn out this way. Ed Von Ka saw Looking at the huge death mountain formed by their own power, what use are these giants and miracles? Without wizards and astropaths, their dream of casting Alpha+ level psykers will disappear.
The wizards who set the stage today are only entry-level ones who can inspire psychic powers. The best outcome for them to enter is to be swept away by psychic powers and gifts, and their heads will explode.
"Well..." He snorted softly and lowly, but there was nothing he could do. Those psychic matters were not something he was good at. He could only let things continue, and then guard this place, waiting for the new Alpha from Engili Port. Level psykers come to participate in this bloody banquet of filth, allowing the Chaos Gods to pour countless mortal souls into their heads.
But time is running out. After seven days, if no support arrives, this ritual will become invalid. At the end of the darkest millennium, according to Terran time, seven days later will be the 700th year of this millennium, and it will also be in This entire millennium is the perfect time to gather psychic energy and infuse the psionic mages with new life as the benevolent Plague Lord.
"Failed...or is there new material added here?" He murmured to himself, and was uneasy. Ed von Ka has always dominated the world with his excellent luck and sensitive feeling. He looked lonely Take a look at the position of his deputy, and then turn on the communicator.
"One-third of the remaining warriors of Engili gathered near the orbital defense system, and then the remaining troops were stationed at the star port. Our Crucible has reached the final stage, and there is no need to continue killing, but don't forget, this world is not We are the only ones who, for the sake of the Dark Gods, must hold our position first, and support will arrive soon..."
He is not sure, and he is not afraid, but the ritual is very important, and Alpha + level psykers can really become a legion by themselves, fighting for this star area for the Lord of Enjili, and even more many.
The atmosphere of war is becoming thicker and solidified. He likes this feeling very much, which means that he is becoming more solidified, stronger and trusted in his own rights.
He has the overall situation in hand and victory is in sight. The Space Marines and Imperial Guard are just remnants, but he has strong troops and sufficient supplies.
The Chaos Gods favored them, and this group of traitors also believed in those clumsy lies, but the fear of demons was buried deep in their hearts. This was the emotion that humans had in ancient Terra, no matter how much they admired those Things cannot completely dispel their essence.
This is a force that is as complex and twisted as their command. There is no doubt that they are also an absolutely difficult enemy. Therefore, countless trenches and fortresses constantly guard those things of chaos.
Those fortresses have nothing to do with loyalty, and they are probably not kind. They are only guarded for better killings. The honors and war props that once belonged to the Imperial Guard, the fortresses and fortresses that protected the imperial territory, have all been occupied by the magpies. Nests are used to deal with the people they were originally protecting.
At the same time, the Thunderhawk gunship tore through the dark clouds composed of rich poisonous gas and lingered in the sky. The steam from the tail left a beautiful trace. The Master Chief sat on it and used sophisticated auspicious instruments to collect battlefield data, terrain, and information. Determine the bombing situation for mere mortals.
"The range of the void shield, approximately..." His finger traced enough coordinates on the screen, but even the greatest flight engine of the empire cannot get too close to the enemy, otherwise the multiple combined explosive bombs on the fortress will easily tear apart The wings, even if made from the same material as the Land Destroyer, were made for flight and the armor of the Thunderhawk was much weaker than that of most ground vehicles.
Thus, divine algebra calculated the range of those fire control arrays after their sensitive equipment sensed a lock on the auspicious instruments, and the pilots were no experienced mortal servants.
Because most of the mortal servants, especially the experienced ones, had died in the first wave of attacks, and the Baptismal Fire did not dare to send new ones because they were wary of orbital attacks. Although this young man is not very reliable, at present...he is the only master chief. Can be trusted.
Although as a newcomer he still has many things to do, training, and many tests, such as now, he is shouting in confusion. "There is an enemy, locked down! Sir! Go back, the air defense airspace of the fortress is in front of you!"
But the Master Chief said without any fear. "Move forward, I know those weapons, keep the current height, they can't touch us outside the range."
The driver hesitated for a moment, then continued forward. The Thunderhawk gunship roared into the enemy's defense system. Countless anti-aircraft batteries immediately responded to its impolite uninvited guests. Heavy defense and control equipment climbed onto the driver. The long, pitch-black pipe is like a pipe organ in hell, singing loudly and trying to clean up the noise of this restless singing.
The bright projectiles emitted residual heat and smoke, breaking through the clouds at extremely high speeds in the sky, leaving traces on the clouds that looked like small holes dug by creatures on the beach.
The Master Chief yelled now. "No, go up five meters!" The pilot was caught off guard and could only pull up quickly. At that moment of life and death, the projectile grazed the armor of the Thunderhawk gunship just as it exhaled hot air. But this trivial scratch caused the gunboat to shake. stand up.
The Master Chief held the fuselage of the gunship to stabilize his body, and the robotic arm held the instrument to record, while the hellish music that greeted them became more and more cheerful, intense, and complex.
"That's crazy. They have fired thousands of rounds just to prevent us from descending?!" the driver cursed with lingering fear.
The Master Chief simply said. "Situations like this will become intensive and numerous in the coming days. Are you ready to experience the fastest rise?"
"If people like you survive this period, then the empire will probably reach the darkest days of this era. It is the darkest time after the Great Rebellion, and it is also an endless opportunity."
the driver asked. "More terrifying than the age of apostasy?" He had no doubts about any words of this living legend of the Destroying Eagle, so he had no scruples in asking.
"I'm afraid it's worse." The Master Chief looked at the ground warily. After experiencing death, he now had expectations for many things. The effect similar to psychic prophecy allowed him to see the erratic and confusing trajectory of the cannonball, just like In Norse mythology, Odin acquired omniscience and omnipotence in exchange for his eyeballs.
He also exchanged the clarity of his vision for the ability to advance spiritual energy, but whether this was a gift from the emperor, a conspiracy of the gods, or an innocuous genetic mutation, the Master Chief couldn't figure out. The pharmacist also couldn't answer the core of the question.
But it's not a bad thing if it can help the current empire. Although there are many confusions and doubts, the Master Chief doesn't care, because he is destined to die, so he will not stick to good and evil, only for the empire.
When the pilot fearfully let the Thunderhawk gunship descend, I wonder if he still had the words of the Master Chief in his mind. Because the fire control lock was lost, they finally had the courage to descend below the clouds. "No trace of the lock, the Emperor bless."
"But I haven't seen the fortress yet, so keep descending! If this reconnaissance is not clear, then even if the company captain turns off the void engine, he will not be able to destroy the enemy's core firepower with bombing at the first time." The Master Chief said calmly, for the overall battle situation , this time it is not difficult.
"Yes, sir..." The driver looked down dissatisfied, showing the cowardice of a mortal, but his operational level has still reached a height rarely seen in the Imperial Guard, but he has not yet experienced the hundreds of years of war, the endless war...< br>
The Master Chief just lowered his head and looked at the vague nightmare under the clouds. It was a ferocious monster, huge, and the whole shape was quite interesting. There were countless dark forts, like a mountain-like whole, a mountain made of metal. , filled with all kinds of weapons, countless trenches forming a vague shape, like the texture of the iron rack on a barbecue.
The Master Chief just raised the device and pasted the many runes representing engines, power, and ammunition depots on the holographic projection one by one.
"How is it?" The pilot was very scared, and the Master Chief just replied. "It's normal. We can go back soon. This war will be much easier."
"Emperor bless us, we made it through!" The driver began to pull up with relief. For the first time, he felt that driving the engine required such a heavy inner burden.
But as the Master Chief looked at the messy and devastated ground underground, his thoughts were far away. He vaguely felt something. It was not war equipment, but it was emitting bright and sickening psychic energy and heat.
Where he focused his attention, it quickly became clear that, around the fortress, there was something...
"Descending..." he said suddenly.
the driver asked uncertainly. "Here? This is the core area of the enemy?!"
"This is for victory. If you are really my future brother, you must descend. This is not a request, but an order!" His tone was extremely serious. That feeling made the driver hesitate, but he was not Cowards, so the descent quickly began.
The Master Chief's field of vision continued to drop, and the things in his mind became more and more clearly visible. It was a huge mountain range, and on top of it, a huge monster was cooking something. The huge demon looked very much like him. A sculpture seen when the traitors were exterminated.
"Lord of the Plague..." he muttered in confusion, and when the reality came to him, he determined the target of this group of rebel legions, a crucible that belonged to them alone, boiling all the souls of the world.
"Emperor..." The pilot looked at the rotting things on the ground in disbelief. The defense here was denser than anywhere before, and dozens of anti-aircraft shells were already ready to move.
"Get away!" the Master Chief shouted, and the pilot began to pull up. Countless projectiles fell like raindrops, but the Thunderhawk gunship became a bird in the heavy rain. Even if there were many things, the Master Chief hid his head back in the cabin, and violently The pellet also left a hot streak on his helmet.
"Damn..." The entire gunship was shaking, and those nasty things fired dirt pellets at the Space Marine mounts until its engine was hit by the pellets, the overall speed slowed down, and it stopped taking off, the Master Chief yelled anxiously. "Keep rising!"
"No! Our engine is having problems! Emperor!" The pilot operated the complicated instruments in confusion.
"Calm down, calm down," the Master Chief emphasized. "No matter what, keep the gunship up. This behemoth has many engines. Don't be afraid of the heretics, we have defeated them!"
The driver calmed down and looked at the many instruments. "The engine, the auxiliary engine is still working, it just needs..." He recalled many things from the training, and the aircraft body also roared, and the concentrated engine sprayed black smoke from the side, but the sound became louder.
"Successful!" He breathed heavily, his uniform wet with sweat, but overall, it was good.
The Master Chief smiled with relief. "Very good, very good. You really have the ability to surpass many people, but your subconscious timidity prevents you from using it. You must have trained many times..."
"Remember, the Emperor and us will always be by your side. There is no need to fear. Only in this way can we survive and live better."
"Yes, sir..." The pilot just looked at the respected warrior with uncertainty, driving the rickety Thunderhawk gunboat slowly too high, and returned to the camp amidst the roar of countless machine guns and the roar of heretics. Maybe he will become one of the countless little legends in the empire, maybe he will remain unknown, but overall, he was quite successful in driving today. (End of chapter)