Chapter 398 Move on
“The Romans made Caesar the emperor to praise the ancient republic: they borrowed the praise of freedom to decorate their own despotism.” - "The Book of Lorca"
He checked his equipment, first of all the bolter. It may not be powerful enough to destroy all obstacles in front of them, but after rapid-fire training, more ammunition can be fired within the range at once. The earth poured out. Its speed and precision are as comforting as the right temperature on the anvil.
As for the choice of secondary weapons, he brought a melta, which was used to break armor, making up for the responsibility of breaking armor that explosive bombs could not do.
Then there is an ordinary power sword. Like most Iron Warriors, he can use swords, axes, hammers, spears, and power fists, but he is particularly non-biased. Just like the whole process of joining this legion.
Like other children born into the surrendered gun tribe of the Oro Highlands, he was turned over and examined, and when the recruiting officer asked his name, he gave an answer, but his voice was drowned out by the noise around him. The recruiting officer took one look at him and, by some internal logic known only to himself, registered him as Hammer.
Subsequently, he implanted those highly adaptable gene seeds without any rejection, and then became a warrior, crushing the enemy's skulls with a gun. He doesn't care about reputation or who he is, he only cares about completing his mission.
There are only two moments when his calm heart will have ripples.
One was when he felt his gun singing in the palm of his hand as he slew the Emperor's enemies in the shadows. Orpheus, each of his guns share the same name, like it's in his genes.
The second was when the battle brothers beside him were talking and laughing. The waves he felt at this time had no reason, he just felt good.
"I always thought it looked a little different here than in orbit," Jack said in his characteristic chatter, and even if the Astartes didn't easily become thirsty from talking too much, he still talked a little too much.
He looked at the map calculated by taking orbital images in the helmet, then looked at the bare sandy surface in front of him, making a disgusted expression.
“Would you rather wallow in flesh and blood, Jack?” As always, Gerry Gris was the one who answered him. Maybe he was infected by Jack, or maybe he just showed his full expression. nature. "The sand blocked the spread of alien flesh and blood."
An inappropriate metaphor, but the only metaphor Hammer could think of: Jack is more invasive to the Space Marine's spirit than the virus "Randan's Seed". He smiled into his helmet at that.
"What if we pour all the radiation sand from Baal's third celestial sphere here?" A strange idea suddenly came to Jack's mind, "Can Ran Dan be choked to death?"
"Jack," their de facto captain Kroger couldn't help but whisper warning the moon wolf to be careful and not to make jokes on other legions.
"No," Gerry judged majestically, "Baal only has two satellites, but the territory we established after passing through the corridor already includes eleven planet-level cosmic structures. You It is impossible to fill the Randan Empire with the sands of Baal..."
"And you, Gri-Gris!"
The Winged Helm of the Dark Angel turned innocently to the Iron Warriors. : "We have never broken our battle oath, Kroger."
"We are on a search mission this time, Kroger, not a combat mission. Maybe we can really take it easy."
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Hashem the Word Bearer meekly found an opportunity to join the conversation, and this time he stood with two warriors whose Primarchs both went by the nickname of Beast.
This time it was the turn of the Iron Warriors' helm to turn towards the inscribed gray helm of the Word Bearers with a sense of betrayal.
“When facing our friends, we must maintain forgiving patience, ‘by patient waiting,’ and faith must be nourished by patience.” The Word Bearers continued, “When things don’t go our way, We should not grow tired of our situation or lose our patience when the hope and joy of God happen, which is a visible complaint against Him..."
He gradually stopped speaking, because everyone else was watching him A welcome silence fell into the calm chanting, and there was peace among the ranks.
Seriously, this is actually Hashem’s purpose itself. He had long since stopped counting on his fighting cousins to truly listen to him.
The surface layer of sand flowed slowly around their boots. The sky was dark, and the gravel occasionally reflected the dim crimson light from the two natural satellites in the sky. It flickered tremblingly as the sand moved as a whole like a veil. , gently hitting the Space Marine's leg armor.
The outline of the shadow floats vaguely on the horizon. It is probably a hill of sand glowing with dried blood, but there is also a very small possibility that it is what they are trying to find - a The source of the signal, the electromagnetic waves that continue to emit are similar to the Randan biological ships that the fleet has encountered in space, but they are weaker.
The moment Horus detected it, he sent out several agent teams that had extremely good completion rates in recent missions.
In principle, Team 23 is actually a combat assault team. They have other battlefields to go to than agents who act as reconnaissance and exploration agents.
But the injury Gris sustained on his arm inside the ship was infected with some kind of malignant infection.
After passing the Iron Warriors' initial sterilization standard process, he was stuffed into the infirmary and underwent rigorous examination under the best pharmacists of all the four legions. It was finally confirmed that he was one of the very few who could be infected by Ran Dan's seed. Infected Space Marines.
After a series of ineffective treatments and day-and-night research, the pharmacists decided to give Gerry a new mechanical arm, which came with a small piece of steel shoulder. As for how they plan to distribute one arm equally to the four legions next, that is obviously not a question that patients should consider.
In a nutshell, after that, the entire team turned to the agent exploration mission. This does not mean that their combat effectiveness has decreased because Gerry replaced his arm, but that the mechanical arm provided by the Iron Warriors has too many unique modules packaged in it, so that it is only used in fighting and slashing battles. On the contrary, it is a wasteful move.
"If they didn't pick that name in advance, I think your name is quite suitable for naming the disease," Jack said these words, "It's too long and hard to remember."
"You can try to memorize it. It's good for training your memory." Gerry-Grice Sean Georgiev Pat O'Sullivan said as his robotic arm began to move quietly.
At this time, Gerry's robotic arm was also working quietly. The auguryscanner installed on the front helped him ignore the dim conditions of night light, ignore the possible limitations of using the naked eye to observe auxiliary shooting, and the potential surrounding surroundings. Any infiltrator that would suddenly burst out of the sand.
It helped Gerry a lot, although the Dark Angel sometimes still misses his flesh and blood arm in his dark room.
They groped in the sand for a while, the sky became darker, and the active blood-colored light inside the sand became darker and darker. This echoes the parts of the planet where alien invasions are serious - from orbit, those areas appear completely fleshy, the mountains are giant undulating faces, and the rivers are filled with giant eyeballs staring into the sky.
The first mortal correspondent who saw this scene calmly forwarded the picture to the Astartes combat headquarters, then turned to kneel next to the coffee machine and vomited He was in a daze until he was carried out of the hall and thrown into the corridor by his angry colleagues.
"I heard that they had completed a new training course before taking charge of this work. How could they have such an obvious reaction? This task is harmful to them." Hassem said worriedly, crossing his index and middle fingers. , making a sign of the cross.
"If there is no training, it is probably not just vomiting. Maybe we can refer to the communications personnel who have not been trained when we just walked through the corridor?" Jack shrugged, and the shoulder armor moved slightly. Moved, "Don't always worry about too much, Hashem, look at me, I've always been like this..."
"No sensitivity." Gerry said.
Krog's eyes swept across the three warriors in turn, and the slow rotation of his helmet gave people a sense of weakness.
Anyone who knows Kroger will be surprised to hear that he can now tolerate three noisy warriors walking with him.
If a Word Bearer understood this, Krog hypothesized, the Word Bearer might be pleased to admire another warrior who understood the principles of balance and moderation, how to make oneself invincible through godly faith. Sometimes he would not take comfort from His radiance, so as to calmly accept all the arrangements he received...
Krog quickly deleted the above paragraph from his mind and concentrated on enjoying the unusual things in the team. Quiet moments.
After the four legions opened the corridor, the four Primarchs held a meeting in the strategy room again, but no one else was allowed to accompany them during the meeting, and the door to the Halhabat strategy room was always closed. . When they were tidying up and cleaning afterwards, everything in the strategy room was placed as usual, without any clues.
Perhaps only the Primarch himself knows whether what happened in that hall was a harmonious negotiation or a fierce quarrel.
After walking out of the conference room, Horus Luperkar led the Luna Wolves to break into the interior of the sector first, followed by the Word Bearers and the Iron Warriors who held the Aquila flag high. Leon El'Jonson's Dark Angels temporarily stayed behind until a new batch of Astartes from Caliban joined the Legion, adding fresh blood to the Terran descendants of the First Legion.
In the report submitted to the imperial prime minister, the four legions were making great progress. After several months of rectification, inspection, exploration and planning, even the destruction of the outer sentry sent Ran Dan's vigilance to a higher level, and dozens of magnificent victories were achieved. Still successfully completed within the next few weeks.
Horus Luperkar went to the front line personally, walked into the ever-changing battle situation, and brought a decisive end to every key battle he was involved in.
If everything that happened to Ran Dan can be made public in the future, the record of the Wolf Shepherd will undoubtedly be the most dazzling legend at this stage, and every command and military order he issues will be used as a reference for countless imperial soldiers. The example of learning will be remembered for a long time.
He completed each battle extremely quickly, moving from one location to another, focusing on the conquest to open up territories, leaving the finishing behind to the Iron Warriors and the Dark Angels.
And his brother Lorgar Aurelion accompanied the Wolf God, his quiet eyes reflecting the burning sky. Armed with a jump pack and a heavy fire breather, the Ember Ring burns the Emperor's enemies with fury.
No one knows how many bones of the Word Bearers were buried on the battlefield along with the charred corpses of their enemies under their aggressive march. However, the only place Lorgar Aurelion went after leaving the battlefield was the Wandering Saint who had recently begun to burn incense for a long time. Don't worry, maybe we can draw some inferences from this piece of information. But their record is truly amazing.
However, temporarily forgetting the perfect battle reports and reducing everything to a microscopic level, the Astartes encountered difficulties at the beginning of the battle. Even if they could break through Ran Dan's orbital air defense, Ground-based air strikes are also a problem, and the combat after landing on the ground is even worse.
Although the Astartes had been warned that they might encounter larger-scale flesh constructs, when they discovered that the flesh constructs were large enough to cover half of the continent, they were troubled by what they could not do. It still blocked their advancement and conquest.
The Randan alien shape that can be said to overthrow the world makes it impossible for them to stay. From the ground to the sky, there are flying objects that can emit lasers, spreading the smell of blood in the moist air; and On the ground, any filthy white-skinned mass could suddenly tear open in the middle, swallowing the Space Marine walking above it into its gaping fanged maw.
They - or it, or in Jack's words, "that mass of randan", in parts of the planet that are flooding enough and eroding the planet deeply enough, if you want to fight them, it is equivalent to fighting them. Fighting a planet itself. Sacrifices always precede victory, they are recorded, but they can also be too dim to be noticed in the light of victory.
"So," Jack said, his voice wafting in the evening wind, "what's the energy of that mass? They only live in their own place! They can't eat each other, or extend downward, all the way down. After a while, Gerry said: "It may not be impossible. We all know that these connected structures are not completely integrated."
"Wait. Wait, which one is us?" Jack looked at Gerry in surprise, as did several others. The Luna Wolf stood back and pointed his finger at himself, "I am not the only 'us' in 'We don't know what you are talking about', right?"
"I think , the 'we' in Gerry refers to the Dark Angels," Hashem said.
“This is the latest news from within our First Legion,” Gerry said, lowering his voice and holding up the scanner on the robotic arm, as if he was worried that several Dark Angels would suddenly jump out of the ground around him. Professional interrogator.
"We can analyze different consciousness fluctuations from the interconnected structures, and the intensity of the fluctuations is randomly distributed. It is likely that not every piece of flesh and blood has its own independent consciousness, but neither does the entire structure have only one independent consciousness. "
"How did you analyze - well, the mysterious weapons arsenal of the First Legion?" Jack gave up thinking.
Gerry continued: "Father asked us not to tell the Luna Wolves directly until the situation is clear, so you'd better pretend not to hear."
"What about them?" Jack Pointing at the others aggrievedly, the slightly curved goggles reflected some sparkling light.
“I didn’t mention it, who made you Luna Wolves charge so hastily? Some losses could have been avoided, and the Primarch Leon didn’t want us to sacrifice for false merits... I detected electromagnetic Signal." Gerry said, raising the robotic arm higher and looking up into the distance.
There, the sharp outline of something loomed at one end of the empty sandy plain, about three miles away.
(End of this chapter)