Chapter 501 Saxon Formula
The environment here is gloomy. The dark gray dust brought by the smoke and fire merges with the darkness of the environment after losing light, and the air seems to be stagnant.
Suddenly, a faint firelight lit up, and following a sharp long sword, the leaping flames tore a bright gap in the darkness. This long sword was lying flat on a low table. Resting on the hilt was a delicate steel silver hand. Each relief inscription became more distinct as the firelight further engraved it.
The outline of Fulgrim's face was slightly illuminated by the flames, and together with his purple and gold armor, it vaguely stood out from the darkness. Phoenix paid attention to the Iron Hands around him and his own descendants, and said softly: "This is finally a place for us to chat, warriors. The evil things outside can't get in for a while, can they?"
< br>"The door of the vault is impregnable, my lord." said an iron hand.
"Even if your secret collection is not involved here, I think it is enough." Fulgrim smiled softly, and then injected more seriousness into his words. He leaned forward, and the mechanical hand shimmered in the firelight. "Now, tell me what happened here, why Ferus went to open one of the secret rooms sealed by the Key of Hel, and which secret room was he in?"
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“Don’t tell me it’s a secret!” Fulgrim raised his tone a little higher, “Fighters close to me, I came here to help your father, what else is there? What? Don’t delay, don’t let Medusa continue to be damaged, what are you fighting against?”
The members of the Iron Ten Corps were silent in the darkness, and their minds were quickly moving forward. Do the math until they find an answer.
"An unknown invasion, the enemy appeared from within Medusa, but did not really enter Medusa, they were in the spiritual world..." A pause full of disgust, for the warriors of the Iron Hands Words are rare, "Insulting us, converting our servants, and those of us who still retain too much weakness in flesh."
"So what were we fighting just now?" Kaisoran spoke on behalf of Fulgrim, and the Space Marines talked to the Space Marines; "Those who fell under our swords were not nightmares when we were not awake."
"Those things are born from the flesh and blood of the dead." Iron Hand said displeasedly.
Fulgrim's fingers brushed the blade: "I don't think so, warrior. I saw that many of those contaminated were born from the steel itself..."
" The perfection of steel..."
"Why, you want to tell me, is it the imperfection of emotion that tarnishes the flawlessness of steel itself?" Fulgrim interrupted the other party unhappily.
He paused and put away his excessive tone.
This was not the first time that he expressed dissatisfaction with the Iron Hands' methods of doing things, but Ferus made an agreement with him to change the overly extreme side of his legion after the Great Crusade. Thinking of that One day, Fulgrim's mood relaxed a little.
"Well, tell me where we can find Ferrus Manus, warrior." He said warmly, tapping his fingertips rhythmically on the long sword to let the flames Dancing around his finger.
"On the satellite, Lord Fulgrim. Beyond the door unknown to us, the realm we are denied access to. Before my father boarded the satellite, he claimed that he would find the means to banish the unborn. The secret of things. To expel what we cannot expel from nothingness with gunfire."
"Cannot expel?"
"Intruders do not exist, they have no physical weaknesses."
"Yes, I understand, it is indeed difficult to kill those things," Fulgrim pursed his lips, "There are no physical weaknesses. , isn't it?"
"Indeed."
"He should wait for me to come..." Fulgrim said softly, gritting his teeth, "Oh, he really should wait. Me.”
The Iron Hands moved a little. The soft sound of some armors colliding was different from the sound of external evil beings scratching the wall tiles.
"What's the matter, cousins?" Ke Soren asked.
"No astrology can be sent from Medusa, no one can answer the call. We rely on ourselves to fight for victory in the war," the warrior said, turning in the direction of Fulgrim, replacing the leg bone in his leg The pistons and boosters made a harsh sound, "We don't know who is alive except ourselves. Only the weak and incompetent will wait for rescue that will take no time. Lord Fulgrim."
"Throne!" Fulgrim sighed, "Kesoron, Tavitz, you stay here to fight with your cousins; let the fourth to sixth companies come down later. Akulduna, take the Follow the Second Company back to the ship. We may have to search for Medusa’s satellites one by one...and help me send some help signals. I’ll also lend you your seals. Soldiers, the only person asking for help in Medusa is the Emperor. Son of the Emperor, this sounds too strange."
"My lord..."
"Don't refuse me, I don't want your pride to cause any harm!" Fulgrim said lightly! He shouted to calm these stubborn warriors. "I understand very well the harm that some emotions can bring to people, and your handling of this matter, at least so far, is not wrong... Then we can only see how much better we can do in the future. Alas, darkness.”
He grasped the sword and stood up: "Let's act, warriors, time will not wait for us."
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Akulduna has never set foot in Medusa On the one hand, no one would run to a satellite in a vacuum. On the other hand, this place is not within the open area designated by Ferus Manus. The real satellite Tieyue is not within the open range, let alone those secret room satellites.
It was rumored that these secret chambers contained truly heretical dark technology - he now knew that was probably true, but the key point was not there.
The key point is not how they are going to find Ferrus Manus, whom Fulgrim wants to find.
The key point is to make a snap decision: whether to fire at the Iron Hand in front of you. Considering that he is wielding two swords, then replace the word with action.
This thought was fleeting. He lifted off the helmet of the Iron Hand in front of him with one sword. At the same time, the long sword in his other hand pried open the gap along the rib plate and penetrated deep into the opponent's spine. He stripped off a key cable that transported energy, intending to paralyze the warrior in front of him.
Akul Duna watched with bated breath, nervously confirming whether there was any fresh emotion belonging to a living creature on the exposed face - thank God, that pale, semi-mechanical face was full of There was palpable pain and unbearable anger. Even so, his face was handsome in a way. And he looked like he was really alive, maybe even more emotional than he had been in life.
Great, this means he made the right bet.
The long sword quickly pierced the body in front of him. When the force field connected with the steel, incandescent sparks were cut, and layers of inhuman ripples spread violently outward from the scars. The body of the Iron Hand trembled, and the surface skin continued to bulge and dent, as if waves of gravity were hidden beneath it.
The exposed face of the Iron Hand became distorted. The speed and angle of the distortion of the flesh and steel parts were different, but they were still strange enough. "Hiss-hiss-" A certain low and hoarse voice oscillated on the opponent's mechanical vocal cords. Akulduna felt unhappy when he heard it and was indifferent to this weird sound.
He slashed angrily, and the long sword pierced the opponent's chest fiercely. The electric sparks spread quickly, and a series of small violent explosions broke out. When he drew his sword, an almost invisible hand stretched out from the opponent's chest, trying to grab the blade of his sword, and he knocked it away violently.
"Shut up!" he yelled.
His second attack was continuous and violent, abandoning the ritual precision of the Emperor's Children for the ferocity and perseverance of the World Eaters, almost dismantling the former compatriots in front of him into countless pieces. Ten disconnected pieces.
Gray slurry replaced the blood and overflowed from the gaps in the opponent's disintegrated body. A dying sigh of a soul passed by his ears - was it really a soul? Or is it the devil's disguise to deceive their souls? Is their body loaded with a new content to disguise life after death?
But no matter what, what followed was definitely a noisy demonic scream.
"Get out!" Akul Duna shouted flatly, shielding the subspace creatures' unwilling roars and persuasion from his hearing range.
He raised his sword again, completely destroying one of his hearts and another artificial thing that replaced the flesh and blood heart before the nanotechnology began to quickly repair the dead man in front of him, lest he be killed again too quickly. Repair and get back on your feet.
Fulgrim's battle was easier than his, and could even be called brilliant in a certain sense: his fire burned along the demon's body escaping into the subspace, simultaneously in the real universe and the unreal space. The invaders pursued Medusa on both sides, forcing the insane demons back to their birthplace. Sparks were flying all over the sky, and every firefly was a screaming demon who was being exiled.
"Akulduna..."
Another Iron Hand who stood up from the ground recognized his identity and suddenly called his name.
Akulduna's nerves were tense, and he immediately stared at the cousin of the Tenth Legion, trying to discern whether he was still himself - or whether he was at least an afterimage of his previous image, rather than something The possessed self.
The soldier seemed to have just woken up and was still a little unsteady, recovering from disordered memory and stagnant logic.
Even if the Emperor's Children still don't know what this is, during this period of battle, they have analyzed what the secret that Ferrus Manus sealed in this area is. .
They have crossed the absolute line between life and death, and the man before them is a perfect example of this.
"Do you remember who you are?" Akulduna asked.
The other party did not answer him immediately. He lowered his head, seemingly surprised at the stiffness of his body, and as Akulduna took the time to kill yet another of what looked like Iron Hands, the man had grown accustomed to every limb he now had, and the A dull mind.
"This..." he said slowly, with nothing in his tone, "perfect."
"Oh, you can't feel emotions? Although I don't want to say this That's right...but that's right." Akul Duna breathed a sigh of relief and easily deduced the logic in Iron Hand's mind, "Come fight with us, cousin, and kill your emotional brothers—— They're possessed by demons. What a wonderful solution-"
He glanced at Fulgrim, with worry in his tone, "But we still haven't found Ferus who proposed the solution..."
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"Situation So, Lord Dorn," the Astropath breathed, leaning nervously, even mistaking the direction of Rogal Dorn - perhaps due to his blindness. But there is no doubt that what worries him more is what he just said.
Roger Dorn glanced towards the porthole, where he could already see Medusa's abandoned and huge Bad News star ring, as well as the tiny existence of the Emperor's Children fleet like star fragments.
He analyzed the information he had obtained in silence.
First of all, the tone of this latest request for help undoubtedly comes from Fulgrim himself, even if the astrological transmission has compromised the details.
Secondly, the content...
It seems that Ferrus Manus has come up with a creative idea on how to expel demons in the real universe; nothing can die before it is born, Therefore, it is necessary to let the devil enter reality first, and then destroy its real body to banish it.
The carrier he chose was the Iron Hand sleeping in death through some kind of technology... Then, after the subspace creatures acquire entities, people from the entity universe can directly cause harm to them.
Roger Dorn would not comment on this method, even though he affirmed the rationality of this strategy. The only thing he can confirm is that the current situation is not completely under the control of Ferrus Manus. Otherwise, Fulgrim should fight side by side with Ferrus, banish the demons, and send him the message of impending victory. good news.
Instead of continuing to request his support on Medusa's surface, and worryingly taking time out from the battle to tell him that he still found no sign of Ferrus.
"Let Fulgrim fight with confidence," Rogal Dorn told the frightened Astropath. "The Imperial Fists will be the collaborators of the Emperor's Children and the last line of insurance in dealing with this matter. , even if the Iron Hands' own technology can accomplish all this, in the end, the distance between us is so close, let them send the message directly, not through the subspace, you can..."
Roger. Dorn waited two seconds for the Astropath to recover from his gasping for breath, then gave up. "Acamus, go down with me, locate Karash. Regantis, and then tell the Astropath that he will not be executed for involving secrets. We currently have limited manpower."
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“Tyrant?” Angron murmured, clenching his thick fist quietly, “There is a tyrant sitting on the throne?”
"Tyrant Star," Perturabo completed the word for Angron, his eyes even colder against the dark night, "Dark Throne, or some other name. There is no fixed name, Angron. But You understand correctly that the one who sits on the throne is already a tyrant, a tyrant who orders Prospero's extermination."
"The worst of our father ascends to the throne of gold. , but I still remember the first time I met him..." Angron said sadly.
He gripped the battle ax tightly, put away all the heavy emotions, and put the hot memories back into the deepest part of his soul. "How do we overthrow its coming oppression?"
"First, stop pointing your ax blade at me," said Perturabo.
(End of this chapter)