Chapter 291 The Holy Flagellant
Imagine your limbs being removed and replaced with electric whips and cutting claws, your eyes drilled out of your skull and set in stained glass, and your heart and other organs adorned with stimulant syringes and neural glands. After that, be proud of your new body. Your remaining thoughts will be completely used by the empire. With just one word from me, you will willingly run to hell and experience a very long death as a violent living machine.
————Milia, Mother Superior of the Celestial Sisters of the Sisters of Martyrdom
Loyalty is the rarest treasure in this dark universe, and there is no one. No matter what time or moment, loyal friends are always better than millions of enemies. When those who carry out the Emperor's will are in groups , then the enemies of the empire will be timid and fearful.
The reality is often different. The empire is divided into fragments and each has its own affairs. From the selfish high lords to the ordinary people at the lowest level, from the internal affairs chief to the smallest clerk, this galaxy empire is so great and huge, and there are more and more betrayals in it. frequently.
People try their best to avoid using various cumbersome or complicated means, but in the end, such behavior still does not stop. There are as many betrayers as there are loyal people in the dark universe, because loyalty can only be directed to one person forever, or It's a group.
The Bordeaux's sophisticated instruments received a well-intentioned imperial signal. Although its expression method seemed old-fashioned, it was taken for granted in this place.
Is it a conspiracy or a true friend? The sound of short breathing appeared on the bridge. Because it was too quiet, no one could judge whether the signal that appeared at this juncture was a friend or an enemy. Although Lord Skadi was here, uniting the military and singing praises. Victory, they also believe they can win.
I don't know when those hesitant sailors have looked at the lord. In this battlefield where outsiders must not be trusted, in the end, they chose to trust Skadi's king.
Alan Bayer was very interested. Compared to the nightmare battlefields he had experienced, this was just a place for children to play. He nodded generously. "Accepting the signal, what, can he destroy the entire machine soul with a piece of communication? If he could, he would have ruled this area long ago. Why do he be a baron, duke, grand duke or count?"
His words are accurate and true. No one is willing to be someone else's shield or blood vessel, unless they are one, but even so they will desire to move, rather than being bound for generations, like a servant.
If there is really a powerful force, then they will not use it to deal with Alan Bair. Instead, they will open fire on Bandertal, the current owner of Wandering Port.
The thoughts of those wild dogs that are ready to move have been completely interpreted. This is why the Lord of Skadi dares to challenge those people. Even if they are entrenched and attack in full force, they will not be the lion's opponent. What's more, the Imperial Guard is not an animal, they are The Hammers of the Empire, they are the weapons of the largest and oldest civilization in mankind. They are just violent weapons forged by the civilization called the Empire. As long as human weapons are used properly, they can defeat countless claws.
This ferocious hammer will disembowel those wild dogs and wolves, smashing their brains and intestines, so he is greedy and fragile, but the communication is reached, and the phantom projected in the illusory dark green display screen is buzzing. Appearing amidst the sound of buzzing machines, it is blurry and very real. In the human eye's subconscious compensation for it, the Empire's virtual holographic projection can achieve a very strange sense of reality, which is something that the Tau's holographic projection does not have.
Therefore, when Alan Bayer saw the strangely dressed nobleman, he subconsciously felt the crazy aura of belief and the admiration he carried, and the high-ranking man spoke. "I, Magroon, the Loyalist, do this to pay my respects to the great Lord Skadi, serving the Emperor, what are you doing here, and how can we help?"
Alan Bayer subconsciously found it interesting. When such a situation was defeated in front of him, this person had not realized that those things were all done by him, but seeing the crazy belief style, he also guessed that this person knew , but he doesn't care.
"As a loyal person, why did you come here?" Alan Bair answered the question with a question, which seemed impolite, but the pious man answered quickly. "My lord, the Baron here maliciously accumulates food and makes the people miserable. As a follower of the Emperor, I need to punish those who cause pain to the Emperor's people."
Alan Beyer replied. "Then you can punish me. I approve and execute the bad things here. I will also execute the baron here. If you insist on your behavior, then..." Before he could finish speaking, his head was wrapped in white cloth. The loyal person hit the wound somewhere until the blood wet the cloth and his cheeks were bright red, which looked weird in the holographic projection that was only green.
He breathed heavily and replied. "The Chosen of the God-Emperor cannot make mistakes, so there is only one possibility! Fire? Fire!"
the captain shouted. "Defense against shelling, be prepared!" Alan Bair shook his head. "His macro cannon is not aimed at us, but!"
The cannon light flashed, and they fired in unison in the electric light fire. The heavy artillery shells smashed into the fine gold, then cracked, then twisted, and the high-explosive ammunition roared. An old antique that had been serving human civilization since the era of strife was destroyed in an instant. Completely torn apart, and due to the death of the diplomat, no one was even aware of such an attack, so that the fragile sides of the ship were completely penetrated.
Death, electromagnetism, explosion, metal and debris split in the void. The entire Galaxy-class combat cargo ship on the right side of the Karak-class was completely penetrated by the macro cannon. The one on the left was slightly lucky, but almost half of it was penetrated, and the entire hull was in tatters. rotten.
And such an action almost represented a bad break and betrayal, an extremely bad thing. This thing would make his credibility no longer trusted by anyone, but he still did not hesitate to choose to fall to the empire like falling. That side is just like his bottomless crazy belief.
The two Galaxy-class metal ships were pushed outward by the explosive force, and the broken metal debris slowly flew to the other side. Their propellers were paralyzed. If there was no rescue team, they would have been killed by the shooting just now. About 70,000 lives, and the only such crazy goal is to hand over his invitation letter to Alan Bair and tell him his loyalty to the Emperor...
What did he do with his life? Is it okay to do such a thing for the sake of faith? But this kind of behavior is very effective, quite effective. There is nothing more pleasing to surrender than severely injuring one's companions. After just a few breaths, in the burning void, the master of Bordero, Alan Bayer Looking at the devout madman, I realized that this war will definitely not be lonely.
"Magron, you did a good job, but the enemy's main ship is still there. The battleship that came with you has become an obstacle to your expression of loyalty, hasn't it?"
In the holographic projection, Magron's blood wet his entire face, as if runes and scriptures were written on his face. His expression was horribly distorted. When he heard Alan Bair's words, he just nodded repeatedly and said. "Yes, my lord, the Emperor blesses us, so."
"Onward my loyal troops, onward my whippers!"
Flagellant, this word makes people timid, especially those who already know it. At this moment, even the most loyal believers can't help but show their unbearable expressions for this choice, but no one resists this decision. Otherwise they know exactly what the consequences will be.
Soon, several missiles loaded with something were launched from the warehouse of the huge transport ship at extremely fast speeds. At the same time, they bypassed the complicated close-range defense artillery battle, but in the end a few unlucky ones were hit and turned into endless void. An inconspicuous one among the cannonball fireworks.
In the end, only two fell into the enemy ship, one stuck in the rear cabin and one forward. The transport ship quickly stretched out the melter from the mechanism and cut the thick hull. However, unlike the normal gang-hopping troops, Its cutting was quite wild, with no regard for life or death to be precise. The hull did not fit properly, the air was constantly flowing out, and there were no safety requirements required for normal gang jumping.
Such questions also appeared in the minds of the defense forces. Those neatly dressed naval soldiers were armed with various large-caliber melee firearms, using heavy metal jump shields as bunkers, shotguns, and submachine guns, an ancient and reliable design.
The guards here are wearing black military uniforms, tall and slim, and the officers are wearing military caps with protruding duckbills. The overall look is like a black beret, but it can be seen that they are designed to be distinguished and targeted for conspicuousness.
Except for the upper body clothes and military uniforms, they basically have nothing in common. Some are shorts and some are long trousers, some are slim and some are loose. If we insist on saying that they have something in common, it is probably that the lord's family crest is embedded in the heart position of their chests.
The officer raised his revolver and pointed his gun at the place where the transport plane was cutting. The sizzling noise with the increasingly bright red metal told everyone that they were coming.
He recounted. "Magron betrayed us. Damn it, those crazy things with crazy beliefs are simply unreasonable. Did you see the fate of the two Galaxy-class battleships that were suddenly attacked by them?! That is the consequence of our failure!"
"If you still want to see your wife, children, parents and family, shoot! Shoot those orange bastards!" His words danced in the silent cabin. They used their bodies, shields, and firearms to form a group of about 200 people. They wanted to survive despite the array blocking the entire entrance. Although they defeated the invasion here and faced the regular Imperial Guard troops, they had no choice but to shoot.
Amid the trembling movements of the new recruits, the wall was melted bit by bit, and at the end, the dark entry door appeared. As the mechanical structure and the piston worked together, the door slowly opened.
shouted the officer at the same time. "Fire!"
Roaring, roaring, guns bursting out, flashes of fire, projectiles, and fragments shooting out in all directions, countless guns cooperated to create a dense barrage, but there was something under such firepower, something was resisting the shooting and moving forward.
"Oh my God, Emperor, what is this?!" The shield-bearer gradually saw it clearly. It was a long black whip, like horn, or hair, complexly forming a long sharp claw, and then a Something complex landed on his shield, and the whip circled around the shield to touch his arm, and for the first time his mind saw clearly what had attacked him.
He is wearing a metal hat, or his head is made of metal, connected to the long medicine canister on his back, like a diver on a deep dive. Those medicines are his oxygen, but he is also naked, chest, thighs , studded with bullets, he was definitely not a superman, because the blood flowed out of the muscles that were tight because of the drug, but he did not die, because it was the drug that urged him to kill!
Drooling, teeth bared, this was a crazy beast, and when the whip crackled, the shield-bearer was only belatedly aware that he and the monster's glass eyes met, and he yelled. "Electric whip!" But the flickering whip had already told him what pain was. Almost instantly, his flesh and blood turned out, his skin was torn apart, and he fell to the ground as he was almost cooked by the high temperature.
Those whippers were like shield-breaking machines, killing crazily, crashing, cutting, and whipping away. Every tactic you could imagine was torn apart by the most primitive power, and screams and fear spread throughout the ship.
When the officer aimed at the head of a whipper servitor from behind the crowd, fired tremblingly, the revolver embedded in his head, shattering the central unit that controlled him, the monster fell slowly, and he just wanted to cheer about those The words that could kill the monster were ripped open from the middle of the body by a long tearing claw.
Death, blood, madness, these are the Flagellants, and the death penalty imposed by the empire will be divided into three, six, and nine grades. The punishment of the Flagellants is for those death row criminals who have committed serious crimes but are not too serious to return. These people still have redemption. Hope, but the whipper's punishment requires certain technological resources, so it is only applicable to prisoners in more civilized worlds.
However, Magroon does not think that such transformation is punishment, because the whipping servitor will be in a dormant state, and the only consciousness in their minds will be soaked in various hymns and holy images, and such treatment will In his eyes, it is the greatest honor and gift, yes...
The monsters here are all built by Magroon's best soldiers. They are stronger than normal whippers, and their potions are more powerful. Their strong bodies allow them to endure more and more powerful stimulants, and make far more powerful stimulants than ordinary whippers. The ability of prisoners to transform their bodies.
When the monsters slaughtered this place and gave them the order to clear it up early, the monsters began to fulfill their responsibilities. They knelt down on one knee abnormally, held the skull necklace on their chests with their highly modified palms, and spoke with a hoarse voice. The voice sings a hymn of defeating the enemy in a low voice, which makes people's hair stand on end...
They have not removed their brain lobes, they are all real living people, but they have replaced their spines with metal and injected drugs into the pain. They regard this as honor and comfort. When the madness caused by the drugs dissipates, such crazy monsters become like the highest level. Priest of Shan, praising the Emperor's miracles...
Extremely ironic.
The previous chapter was a bit deleted. I didn’t notify you. The starting point is traditional and has been changed.
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