Chapter 386 In-depth
"And justice? Justice means everyone gets what he deserves." - "The Book of Lorgar"
Perturabo wears a servo that mainly serves for data forwarding control The light-armored man stood in the center of the newly arranged podium in the Iron-Blooded command room. Multiple curved double-sided holographic panels protruded from the sides, front and rear of his body, embedded in the iron-gray frame, like floating The steel storm surrounds the Iron Lord.
Each screen displays a team that is attacking the main star, and the multi-dimensional data information returned from the helmets of the Iron Warriors belonging to it, including images, audio, temperature sensing, ammunition control, and maps. Calculation and other modules are used to display the mission progress and combat status of each rapid assault team.
His light blue eyes are focused somewhere beyond the screen, symbolizing that he is completely immersed in what he is currently dealing with. As his fingers slide rapidly on the touch pad, text messages and signals one after another quickly travel through the lines and radio waves, carrying the latest analyzed data and final decisions, and are sent to those who need assistance. Among the team's helmets.
As far as the Iron Warrior Primarch himself is concerned, all these calculations and performances can only exist in his brain. The reason why he chose to visualize various pictures is actually to more conveniently combine the information with other Primarchs. The body is shared.
At this time, his brothers had arrived at the strategic command room of the Iron Blood and were observing the progress of the battle with him.
Luojia took two steps around the arc of the holographic board and selected some of the dozens of holographic screens for observation. Each team is composed of warriors from the four legions, and there are only differences and distinctions in the ratio of members.
Among the many scenes, half of the screen was filled only with the sound of the power armor itself, making the soldiers feel like they were in a deserted land; the other half was filled with artillery fire, and everything was covered with broken metal structures splashed in the explosion, The rising smoke of chaos and the blinding flashes of light that occasionally pierced the chaos.
The screen trembled with the ups and downs of the helmets. All kinds of obstacles were constantly being broken through in different ways. The Space Marines moved forward indomitably, but the data showed that their own casualties were still in the single digits.
Everything that happened on the distant main star seemed to be just an extension of the hands and will of the Primarch in the Iron-Blooded. He stood above it, overlooking the monstrous war in the actual battlefield of the planet, letting steel and flames connect in his mind. The other end dances, making all things kneel under his wordless command. The actual victory is won by the clash of metals and the heroic spirit of blood, but in the abstract realm, what determines all this is also a button press, an instruction, and an apocalypse behind the scenes.
Luojia sensed the meaning and understood the conquest and condemnation that looked like a god but not a god. Demi-god, he thought, a demi-god. Architect of the Emperor. The architect of war. Inherit His blood, inherit from the life of the Messiah.
"Your judgment is correct, my brother." Lorgar said, "The remaining pagan military forces on the main planet are not enough to allow them to fully activate all the native defense measures of the planet. I see victory. The warriors who are approaching us, even if every drop of blood shed is worth regretting, in our service, the burning enemy bones have comforted the warriors' souls."
Perturabo's eyes returned to focus. He nodded and accepted Lorgar's approval, even though it made him feel slightly awkward. Maybe it has something to do with Aurelion's phrasing.
He let a circle of flash roll over the edges of the two holographic screens, "These two teams, they may have found the communication center between the ground and the combat satellite. It is possible that we can achieve some tactical effects through information fraud. , whether the success will be related to the internal communication mechanism of the alien ”
"Sounds good. You've captured a weak point." Horus stood up from his seat and walked towards Perturabo. With the Primarch's vision ability, he could clearly see the content on the screen while sitting where he was, but he still chose to take the initiative to get closer.
"And it's classic." Leon El'Jonson said, "Conquer step by step, clearly organized."
"The existence of the surprise army depends on the destiny and the general's style, Leon, Sometimes we don't need to waste our gifts on bets," Lorgar retorted gently to Leon.
Horus was keenly aware of the slightly excessive reaction of the True Speaker, but the scale was difficult for the commander of the battle to accurately grasp.
Leon glanced at him and said nothing.
"Aurelion, I hope to chat with you alone later." Perturabo said, "But you'd better take a look at the harvest of the 23rd Team now."
The metal frame supporting the screen rotated around him at different speeds, joining back and forth until finally forming a complete huge screen in front of the Iron Lord.
The rest of the offensive images were temporarily removed, and all were reduced to a small screen in the upper right corner; and an image in half-light and semi-darkness, with a cold and dim light environment, was fully expanded and presented. In front of the primarchs.
After the image was enlarged, they could see more clearly that the armor-piercer was running fast, following the backs of other team members in front; the sound of heavy breathing and the noise coming from the Terminator Armor in the team The noise is reduced by filtering through ear-mounted devices, emphasizing the sound of bolters coming from behind the armor-piercers and their internal communications with each other.
“…Found the dashboard, Kroger!”
"How long will it take to close the door?" "I'll do it as soon as possible..."
Kroger, who was transmitting video in the helmet, turned around suddenly, and a set of dark brown iron helmets was just a few meters away from him. , he quickly turned around and fired a few more rounds of hand cannons without having time to confirm the extent of damage, then turned around and continued running.
In the command room, even Leon El'Jonson frowned for a moment.
"Second Legion?" the lion asked, his voice like a deep roar coming from the shadows of the forest.
Horus clenched his fists nervously: "I don't know..."
Logar silently twisted the fingers of his two hands together. Under his ruthless pulling, a clicking sound came from the joint cavity. ring.
The sound of gunfire from behind became louder, and the sound of the operation of power armor approached again. Kroger turned around for the second time and faced the armored face a few inches away.
He was only one step away from the iron helmet, and the chain sword swung with brute force almost hit his head.
Krog suddenly lowered his body. His height, which was shorter than that of the Second Legion, helped him avoid this time. He detonated the snake gun at close range and detonated the chest and abdomen of the rear armor. At the moment when the carapace was blasted through , a large number of broken pieces of flesh and bone were eagerly squeezed out from the gap, spraying half of the Iron Warrior's body.
Kroger used his shoulder armor to withstand the attack of the chain sword, inserted the gun directly into the breach, and the second shot fatally exploded. More pieces of meat fell out of the armor like a brown-red waterfall bursting from the dam, but almost There is no blood flowing.
The armor swayed obviously, Kroger turned around and ran away instead of being obsessed with bloodlust. Behind him, the unsteady iron armor fell to the ground after blocking several bolter attacks for him.
"Logar, calm down." Perturabo said in advance. Lorgar was stunned for a moment, then obeyed: "I am calm, my brother."
"That is not the flesh and blood of a Space Marine... nor a mortal, not a mortal." Horus A quick analysis was made amidst the violent shaking of the screen, "They used patchwork flesh and blood to control the armor of the Second Legion, which means that they can imitate our central nervous system - this is also consistent with what you accidentally discovered in the hospital wing before. Something to do with it, Perturabo."
"Some soldiers of the Second Legion were buried here," Leon said calmly.
"Yes, yes..." Horus' mood dropped. "Otherwise, why would there be armor left here? Oh, he succeeded. Excellent boy."
In the picture, Kroger rushed in before an isolation door closed and guarded it with the Deathwing Knight The gate, until all the armors controlled by the aliens were isolated - except for a clipped arm that fell in. Kroger picked up the arm and held it in his hand for the moment.
They continued deeper and closed several isolation doors one after another. Finally, there was a heavy nuclear-proof door, made of thick plastic steel and rock concrete.
“Where are we?” asked the Luna Wolf from the front, “It’s getting colder here.”
“This time it’s the influence of psychic fluctuations.” Another The Iron Warrior said that the extra psychic detection module in his helmet simply reported the fluctuations of the surrounding aether. As for further exploration, it is not something that these warriors who are almost blind to psychic powers can do. Maybe the Word Bearers' psychic talents are slightly better, but the untapped talent doesn't help.
Kroger stepped forward.
The perspective in the picture advances to the front of the team, until they can see clearly in the darkness, the bloated outline of a huge collection is vaguely outlined by the light.
(End of this chapter)