Chapter 357 The battalion commander and the sergeant did bad things
They supported each other and went deeper and deeper, feeling that the objective silence was leaving them, but the subjective silence seized their souls.
The surrounding light continues to increase, and the damp water stains make a shattering sound when the iron boots pass by, echoing in this tunnel that has gone through the years.
The alien Hrud seems to be lurking inside the wall, making a steady rustling noise like an ambush rat, and the heavy timed roar is divided into two vibrations with different sound sources, one of which falls. At the end of the tunnel they were heading toward, one veered off slightly and climbed toward the surface.
The flow of time embraces the existence of the battalion commander and sergeant, passing through their hair and skin, quietly taking the flowing matrix of time away from the iron armor.
The armaments they possess have been exhausted. The ceramite and steel of the empire have been destroyed by the high-intensity intermittent entropy field. All that remains are the armor that has fallen off the shell, the flesh and blood bodies of the Astartes, and the static contents in Zoran's bag. Delay grenade.
Dantioch and Zoran approached the end of the tunnel without saying a word.
Of course, Dantioch felt that Zoran's silence was probably because he bit his tongue when he fell in the explosion.
The tunnel became increasingly narrow, and as they approached the final green light, the two of them could only move sideways one after another.
There are enemies. Dantioch, who was walking in front, observed the situation in the room they finally arrived at through the almost closed slit in the wall, and gestured backwards. technical staff.
Zoran tapped Dantioch's gauntlets rhythmically. How many.
Seven. No weapons.
Where is this?
Dantioch observed carefully and then made a cautious judgment: energy.
Plan?
Prepare to attack.
Zolan couldn't find a suitable standard military gesture, so he asked his battalion commander if he planned to strangle the Hruds to death one by one with his bare hands.
In this brief moment, Dantioch had already used his elbow to break through the last sealed layer of vitrified soil, and forcefully broke into this deep room with green light and old plants on the ground. Inside the color room.
The sense of confusion in time suddenly intensified. He seemed to be here and elsewhere at the same time, in ten million co-existing moments based on people or places.
He is a child, an adult, and an old man at the same time. He is grazing in the countryside of Olympia, lifting hot melt among the burning stars; his strong and trustworthy hands are separated by the entropy with a radius of 1.5 meters. Field, breaking the unsuspecting and screaming Hrud at his knees; Zoran was behind him, with a bag full of dangerous stasis grenades, using his solid arm armor to dent the Hrud's slender legs. Head, first, second, the enemy was defeated; while he was discussing with his companions on board the ship the difference between a dome theater and a spire theater; he was talking to Sigismund in the cold wind of Inwit. Germany looked at each other, he was also taking out the beacon for positioning, he wanted to ask Eric if he knew Zoran, he was cursing the damaged sound array sequence, or lighting up with Alexis Polux A bright beacon.
He suddenly remembered a feat he had made many years ago, the Pharos Lighthouse in Sousa. When the Primarch Perturabo stepped into the depths of the lighthouse and came into contact with the unknown power, the extremely similar time tide made him feel the same sense of dislocation. Just like in the past, time once again came in like a tide, collapsed to both sides, and grew out of countless gaps, bringing more synchronic images.
At this moment, Dantioch saw that in this hall, the ground was covered with broken dark green crystals, and in the center was a huge dark green stone, a dangerous evil energy. Coupled with the expansion of time entropy, he suspected that the skin under his armor had become too pale, fragile and thin, and his bones had become crispy, like an older man who should not be in the center of the battlefield.
“Hurry up—” Zolan coughed twice, and the shout echoed behind him, stretched infinitely.
Dantioch punched quickly and slowly, and the horrified screams of the Hrud were inserted into his fragments of time. The creatures wearing robes and holding long whips slowly fell to the ground. Wisps of black air were still in the air.
Suddenly, the things around him caught up with his time, or perhaps his time was suppressed from passing. The effect of the entropy field was suddenly offset, and Dantioch took advantage of the opportunity to quickly deal with the remaining members of the Herud team. He turned his head and saw a familiar four-bracket metal device.
"Ours, hiss," Zoran limped over and shook the slime off his gauntlets. "This is our generator..."
Dantioch looked down carefully, kicked away some gravel, and finally found some familiar force field generators, linked to the energy lines in a strange way Among them, it just happened to be running again at this moment.
The Hrud collected many abandoned or lost temporary stasis field generators from the Iron Warriors fleet here, and piled them near their energy sources. It is unknown what research they want to do.
"Perhaps, they want to control time." Dantioch said hoarsely.
He looked up at the huge dark green spar, feeling genetically disgusted with the substance condensed inside this energy stone, as if it was something extremely filthy and terrifying.
Zoran slowly took out a stasis grenade from his bag, as if he was weighing whether the space-time effect brought by a grenade was enough to seal it in the stagnant years so that he could take it back to the Primarch for research.
After witnessing the green-lighting energy control center of the Cheorwon, the research and collection within the Thousand Dust Sun Legion, and the mysterious system of the Night Ghost King’s Court next door, a group of people gradually emerged among the Iron Warriors. There was a consensus that their beloved father was interested in studying strange things that...maybe not so consistent with the core truths of the Empire.
"We have to... well, find a way to destroy it." Zoran said, looking away. "I also froze two rocks and took them back to my father."
This huge boulder also made him uncomfortable. He would not take the liberty to ask for trouble and kept staring at it.
“It’s too deep here,” Dantioch said, “and the energy stones you can usually see are no more than the debris on this boulder. You will destroy this lair.”
"Even this planet, I don't know." Zoran's expression became solemn under his helmet. "It depends on the mystery of the space-time equation, at least I can't figure it out." Dantioch slowly raised a hand, telling Zoran to calm down for the time being and look around the murals in the room.
The style of the murals here is consistent with the murals they briefly saw when they fell, and is probably related to the history of the Hrud people. The depiction is difficult to discern, but appears to include initial imagery of migration and travel, followed by guidance on the alien lifestyle. Everything here seems to be completely new to them.
And they seem to regard the same key thing as the top priority of their research, and it is reflected everywhere in the murals.
Those waves of time rushing from the present to the past, and the sharp arrows pointing from the future to the past.
Dantioch thought no more. Anyway, it's all alien technology that he can't understand.
"That should be the main entrance." Following the guidance of the mural, Dantioch looked towards the spacious passageway connected to the hall.
"And over there," Dantioch looked towards a long slit corridor connected by a large number of energy transmission pipes, "the Hrud Spaceship Port."
Zoran gave up Consider the interior of the Hrud's complex nests across the planet.
"We have captured Hrud ships," Dantioch said slowly, "I know something about them..."
"You are the commander of the battalion," Zoran laughed, and his laughter turned into a shortness of breath cough. "Know everything."
Dantioch squatted down slowly, found some tools used by the Hrud from the ground, and selected some that he could use.
“Come here and accompany me to change the detonation device.” Dantioch coughed and said, “Then we go get a spaceship and blow up this place——”
Zolan held on He squatted down on his knees and took out the stasis grenades he carried in his bag one by one.
"Listen to the Primarch," he said with a smile, while fiddling with the tools and instruments on the ground, "We will try to get out alive. You sail the boat..."
A loud noise suddenly erupted from the direction of the main entrance, and Dantioch was startled. He recognized the noise and clamor that belonged to the angry Hrud, and also felt the distorted light, the rapidly rising heat, and the distorted traces of time and space.
“It’s too late,” Zoran threw down the wrench in his hand and said angrily, “Can’t they just let me install the stasis field-related devices, even once?”
"I'm done pretending, Zoran." Dantioch sighed.
I am afraid that the core of Hrud's lair is still more heavily guarded than they imagined. It will probably not be long before the two nearly defenseless and exhausted Astartes will be caught on the spot by the indignant aliens. live.
When things came to this moment, he was not surprised at all, but he just remembered the face of the father of genes.
Steel begets strength, strength begets will, will begets faith, faith begets honor, and honor begets steel.
The least they can do is do something more, for the Iron Warriors.
The Hrud wave poured into the energy hall. The equipment was better than the average on the ground. The black mist dispersed and immediately overwhelmed the running stasis field generator again, promoting the rapid flow of time. .
“Throw it!” Dantioch roared.
Zoran grabbed the stasis grenades, quickly pulled the bolts one by one, and threw the bundles at the Hrud.
Time condensed into a moment, and then exploded.
Today’s little knowledge:
The forging world of Belacane, which is famous for its production of stasis fields, has the most powerful and powerful technology, even the experts who repaired the Golden Throne and Guilliman’s force field. Daedus, the great sage who traveled thousands of miles to visit, had an unknown degree of mechanization...
One day he was found dead of a stroke.
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By the way, I really recommend reading the series of stories of the Angel of Atonement. The effect is extremely subversive and impactful (x)
For example, the former company commander of this regiment tamed a t Stripped naked and kept in a gallery darkroom (x)
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