Chapter 257 Divine Fearlessness: Emperor, I need your guidance!
Bang bang bang bang——
With the roar, heavy explosive bombs rained down towards this side.
In an instant, Ron's heart seemed to be clenched tightly, and a strong premonition of death surged into his heart like a tide.
The Dreadnaught's twin heavy explosive bombs can penetrate ordinary powered armor, and the destructive power is amazing!
What's even more tragic is that he thought the demon version of the armor was too bulky, so he took it off.
At this time, he was in a state of no armor and naked clothing.
Even if it is the original body, it will be difficult for him to physically carry the bomb, right?
Ron watched helplessly as several flaming heavy explosive bombs flew over, and they were about to hit his face.
If it hits, there is a high probability of a headshot!
Even though he could clearly see the trajectory of the bomb, he had no room to dodge.
There was no room to hide at all, and the surrounding area of several meters was covered by a hail of heavy explosive bullets.
Buzz~
The defensive force field shield glowed faintly.
Fortunately, he cherishes his life and always wears a small force field shield.
The heavy explosive shells fired into the force field shield seemed to be frozen in an instant, and their speed became extremely slow.
In the end, Ron watched the heavy bomb stop a few centimeters from his eyes, and the tail flame gradually extinguished.
Zila~
The force field shield was overloaded and burned, the force field disappeared, and several heavy explosive bombs fell to the ground with a clang.
Although this small personal shield cannot withstand high-intensity attacks, it can at least block a fatal blow at critical moments.
"Stop, capture him alive!"
Ron got a chance to breathe, and he immediately issued an order to let the heavily armored chicken thieves capture the Dreadnought mecha alive.
The reason why he did this was not because he was worried that the fearless mecha would launch the next wave of attacks.
But I am worried that the Dreadnought Mecha will be killed by the swarming heavy armored thieves.
As soon as the twin heavy explosive bombs were launched, the heavily armed thieves reacted.
They swarmed up, pounced on and frantically attacked the big blue machine that dared to attack the four-armed savior.
The veteran roared and struggled, still trying to fight back: "Alien scum, you can't destroy my will!"
Waaaagh——
While Ron gave the order, he I saw a green-skinned boss running out of nowhere.
Dang!
It jumped up and hit the Dreadnought mecha's cockpit with a heavy hammer.
The violent hammer blow knocked the already damaged Dreadnought Mecha down.
With a large number of exploding arcs, the Dreadnought Mecha was completely paralyzed and could no longer move.
The veteran in the cockpit was completely silent.
At this moment, the heavily armored chicken thieves and the greenskins, who had just received the order, stared at the fallen Dreadnought mecha and fell into silence.
The green-skinned boss who heroically knocked down the Dreadnought mecha looked at Brother Luo and lowered his head in fear.
Ron: ...
Others are numb.
Finally retrieved a sacred fearless mecha, wouldn’t it just be killed like this?
This was a veteran among veterans, an honorary warrior of the empire, if he died in his hands like this.
That's heretical!
Ron said anxiously:
"What are you still doing? Get him to the boat and send him to the rescue immediately!"
He didn't care what he was looking at. As a spoil of war, let the heavily armored thieves carry the Holy Dreadnought onto the transport ship.
Speed all the way to the Holy Land of Erth.
On the transport ship.
Ron looked at the huge sacred fearless that was firmly bound, and felt quite a headache.
Moss and the medical team have prepared the operating room and are waiting to send Dauntless there.
I hope it can still be saved.
He could feel that the life breath of the veterans in the Holy Fear was gradually dissipating.
Soon, the transport ship arrived at the Upper Nest, which is now the top floor of the Holy Land.
The medical team waited for a long time and immediately mobilized large vehicles to transport Divine Fearless to the ICU for rescue.
Ron didn’t want to wait any longer and followed in.
Moss and the medical team used mechanical tools capable of dismantling heavy tanks to remove the outer armor of the Dreadnought.
Then a black iron coffin soaked in oil was taken out.
That is the cockpit of the Dreadnought Mecha, and the veteran as the pilot is in it.
Ron frowned as he looked at the dark iron coffin.
It is not so much a cockpit as it is a veteran's life support device or even a cage.
The Space Marine veterans in the Dreadnought are basically Space Marines who have been seriously injured.
For space warriors, broken arms and legs can only be regarded as minor injuries, and they can continue to fight by adding prosthetic limbs.
Therefore, most of the veterans who are qualified to become Dreadnought Mechas have lost most of their limbs and organs.
They can maintain vital signs, but they are no longer able to continue fighting.
According to normal circumstances, these seriously injured veterans should be able to retire and enjoy a good recuperation, right?
Or if there is really no way to treat them, palliative care can be used to allow these honorary veterans to spend the rest of their lives less painfully.
But in the world of Warhammer, this is basically not possible.
Life is the Emperor's currency.
Both life and soul belong to the Emperor and must be used to the fullest extent.
What's more, those Space Marines, especially the veterans who survived bloody battles, are extremely precious currency.
There is no room for waste.
Even if they still have breath, they must continue to fight for the empire and the great emperor!
From this, the fearless mecha came into being.
These veterans will only retain their brains and vital organs, and their excess limbs will be removed and then placed in sarcophagi filled with amniotic fluid to sustain life.
Their brains are connected to mechanical sensing devices and can sense the outside world, but their original awareness has been permanently changed.
They will be trapped in an iron coffin forever, accompanied by cold, hollow, and endless pain.
Let's put it this way, even if their bodies are itchy, they can't scratch it, and they have no limbs that can move.
And there is no way to go to sleep.
It goes on like this for hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer.
In order to prevent them from going completely crazy, most of the Dreadnoughts are in a state of dormant stasis.
It was an extremely painful loneliness.
Every time they wake up, the world becomes extremely strange. Their familiar teammates are no longer around, and they are surrounded by unfamiliar faces.
Long periods of dormancy will even cause your sanity to be distorted.
So, every time you wake up the Dreadnought, you must be extremely careful to avoid being attacked by the crazy Dreadnought.
Such horrific torture caused some Space Marines who entered the Dreadnought to die of madness and pain.
So much so that any Dreadnought Mecha is a brave and extremely determined warrior who has dedicated everything to the empire.
Deserves all admiration and honor.
But all this is extreme torture and suffering for the veterans in the fearless mecha.
"Too cruel..."
Ron murmured, looking up at the Dreadnought mecha.
The outer armor of the Dreadnought is embedded with the skeletons of several precious Space Marines.
These bones are regarded as sacred objects by the Space Marines, equivalent to amulets.
Any enemy who dares to break these sacred bones will face the Bone Bearer's endless wrath and even more crazy attacks.
After the battle, the sacred bone fragments and bone powder will be recycled and reshaped.
Or mix it with other weapons or bullets for further use.
The main thing is not to waste.
Ron followed the sacred bones and saw the inscriptions and more badges engraved on the outer armor of the Dreadnought.
"Leonard Colin?"
That is the name of this sacred Dreadnought mecha pilot. The inscription introduces the several major battles he participated in and the honors he received.
This veteran participated in saving dozens of human worlds and received multiple badges of honor.
One of the badges dates back to the Horus Heresy.
For heroically killing the traitor, Colin received a badge of sincerity, which represents loyalty.
In other words, this veteran named Colin is a veteran of ten thousand years.
Of course, he is in a state of dormant stasis most of the time.
"Saviour, the injured is still alive!"
Moss's electronic voice came out in surprise: "After rescue, his heart has resumed beating..."
Hearing this, Ron walked to the rescue station on the other side and took a look, and saw the cruel scene in the iron coffin.
Inside the iron coffin was a human pig-like being. He had lost his limbs and most of his body.
Even a large piece of the skull is missing.
Half of the brain and internal organs were exposed to the amniotic fluid in the iron coffin.
Colin, the divine and fearless man, endured the torture of mechanical current in this posture in the dark and cold iron coffin.
I lived like this for ten thousand years.
It was unimaginable pain for Ron.
What the empire did was undoubtedly cruel, but he couldn't be harsh.
Because the Empire has no choice.
The sacrifices of these soldiers have preserved the lives of more people.
Humanity has survived to this day only through the sacrifice and dedication of warriors like this one after another.
Otherwise, an unknown number of human beings will be swallowed up by chaos and aliens in extreme pain.
Looking at the pile of slightly squirming organs in the iron coffin, Ron hesitated.
Colin has given enough.
He gave everything for the empire, why not just let him go quietly?
After all, rescuing him like this might not be cruel. But soon, Ron gave up this idea. He felt Colin's unyielding will in extreme pain.
The veteran was unwilling to leave just now.
Looking at the resolute face soaked in the amniotic fluid chamber of the iron coffin, Ron felt a sense of admiration in his heart.
Such warriors should be treated better.
The empire may not have a choice, but I do.
Now that you have come to me, you should get the treatment you deserve.
Ron looked at Moss and urged: "Try your best to treat him and make sure he is restored to life!"
"You don't have to worry, we have the latest technology, as long as we still have breath, we will We can save him!"
Moss was quite confident.
New technology?
These days, Ron has been focusing on the Webway and Macragge, but he has not paid attention to some technical research at the Biological Research Institute.
The medical staff brought in a machine similar to an infusion pump connected to a small solar energy pipe, and they could see some kind of transparent liquid inside.
Moss operated several robots to remove the hatch of the iron coffin.
He scanned Colin's body data, then pulled out several infusion tubes and carefully inserted them into his remaining blood vessels.
While giving treatment, Moss explained:
"Three years ago, the Biological Research Institute suddenly discovered that the life qualities contained in the energy of the small sun have greatly increased, and it has stronger therapeutic and growth-promoting effects.
In view of this change, we have studied a series of New technology to give full play to the energy of the Little Sun.”
Now, the core personnel in the territory who have been blessed basically know the existence of the Little Sun and the Sacred Sun.
No way, pipelines transporting this energy are everywhere, and many of those technical priests study the subspace field.
The truth is easy to find.
In this case, it is better to tell them openly.
“Three years ago?”
Hearing this, Ron suddenly realized.
Three years ago, wasn't it the time when the goddess of life made a deal with herself and gave herself part of the essence of life.
He earned part of the authority of the God of life with his blood without giving anything.
The Goddess of Life has an extremely powerful ability to recover. After drinking Nurgle's plague soup, she can recover quickly.
Now that Little Sun has some authority over her life, isn’t it taking off?
In the medical field, it is considered a top-notch existence in the galaxy and can provide huge medical services to the territory.
There is also a lot of potential in the agricultural field, and you must be a harvest god.
The authority possessed by Little Sun can greatly improve the territory!
Ron looked expectantly at Colin in the iron coffin, wanting to see the effect of that life authority.
Sure enough, after the injection of the medicine mixed with life energy, Colin's breathing became steady and his heartbeat became faster and faster.
Given the Space Marine's powerful heart, he could even faintly hear the sound of his heartbeat.
"Saviour, he will wake up soon"
Moss dealt with the thick amniotic fluid on the iron coffin and replaced it with cleaner and more efficient life-sustaining amniotic fluid.
At the same time, some medicine that can relieve pain is injected.
“Are you awake?”
Ron had a headache when he heard this.
Save it.
But Colin, the holy and fearless veteran, has already regarded himself as a heretic, and there is no telling what will happen when he wakes up.
Although, he couldn't do anything in the iron coffin.
"Lord Savior, you must be mentally prepared"
Moss added: "Due to the electric current burning when the Dreadnought Mecha was damaged, his brain was affected and he may lose part of it. Memory.”
“You can go out for now”
Ron nodded and asked Moss and the medical team to wait outside.
Even if Colin loses his memory, given the strong judgment ability of the Space Marines, he can still quickly find out the truth if he wants to.
Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for the territory to keep this thousand-year veteran.
The worst possibility is that Colin still regards himself as a heretic and resolutely returns to Macragge.
In this case, we can’t continue to imprison him or kill him, right?
Ron sighed.
He couldn't do such a thing, after all, he was an honorary warrior who gave everything for humanity.
There is a high probability that they will find a suitable way to send Colin back.
Fortunately, he has experience in dealing with similar situations.
Ron looked at the sleeping Colin and frowned.
He has to do something.
You can't deal with such hard-liners forcefully. Colin has been tortured for thousands of years, and he is not afraid of threats at all?
So, only soft ones.
Ron is going to give Colin a faith package, great health care for the soul.
He could feel that even with the help of medicine, this thousand-year-old veteran was still in pain all the time.
The physical pain is secondary, the more important thing is the soul.
This warrior was immersed in endless nightmares, his soul was confused and crying.
Ron mobilized Little Sun and sneaked into Colin's dream.
He was going to use the same authority that all gods had used on Bishop Donny - projecting illusions.
……
In a dream.
Ron observed the dream:
"Is this a battlefield?"
The red moon hung high, the sky was gloomy like blood, and scavenging blood crows were hovering.
Boom——
In the distance, a broken battleship fell from space to the surface, erupting into a huge fireball.
Ron looked up.
In space, the naval fleet is fighting with the alien fleet, the Necron's tomb ship, the hive fleet...
Warships are falling all the time.
After watching for a while, his eyes returned to the battlefield on the ground.
On the ground, the remains of Titans, Dreadnoughts, and Imperial Knights were scattered everywhere.
Mangled corpses piled up in mountains.
Chaos heretics, demons, greenskins, Tyranids, chicken thieves, Necrons, Tau, and even human rebels...
Ron looked at these dream scenes and guessed: "It seems that these are the enemies Colin has faced."
For thousands of years, veteran Colin has experienced the glorious era of mankind, the establishment of empires, and mankind shining like the rising sun across the galaxy.
However, all this soon changed drastically. The bad news came that the traitor Primarch Horus rebelled.
The Emperor's son betrayed humanity!
Colin witnessed hundreds of thousands of space warriors fighting each other across the galaxy, and huge titans trampling each other, making the earth tremble.
After the rebellion, more and more enemies appeared in the galaxy, and he participated in more and more wars.
Eternal war!
Countless familiar teammates died one after another, the original body fell into a deep sleep, and the empire was boiling in flames and entered the darkest time.
Until he entered into divine fearlessness and fell into deep sleep.
After that, Colin woke up from hibernation again and again to participate in the war, and found that mankind was gradually entering an extremely dark era.
This made him more and more desperate.
“Where is Colin?”
Ron searched in the dream and finally found Colin.
Under the dim red moon.
A lonely sacred fearless mecha is walking along a road full of blood and corpses.
Slightly clumsy.
Ahead, there is a constant influx of heretics and aliens.
Colin controls the Divine Dreadnought and fights desperately, skillfully killing these enemies of the Empire.
Thousands of years of experience have made him familiar with the weaknesses of every enemy of the empire, and he knows how to survive in the cruel battlefield.
How to kill enemies in an efficient way!
However, the enemies seem endless and the road ahead seems to never end.
As Colin fought, he gradually fell into despair and almost cried:
"Great Emperor...
Your warriors need guidance, save us, we are about to be destroyed! "
Looking at this scene, Ron was silent.
Obviously, the God-Emperor was unable to respond to Colin's prayer. He was unable to move in the subspace and had to endure too much.< br>
What's more, even the God Emperor doesn't know where humanity's way out is.
His attempt failed and he was trapped in the Golden Throne.
Ron looked at the lonely figure of the sacred fearless mecha and sighed.
Since the God-Emperor cannot respond to you, let me, the savior, come!
I will guide you on a path different from that of the Emperor and the Empire, another possibility for the development of mankind!
Although Ron still cannot see clearly where mankind will go in the future, he vaguely feels that the development path he is taking is the right one.
His territory seems to lead humans to a new path.
on the ground.
The lonely sacred fearless is still moving forward in the killing, and Colin in the iron coffin no longer prays.
His soul was exhausted to the extreme and fell into despair.
However, Colin suddenly felt a warm energy shining from the front, which made his soul feel indescribably relaxed.
He looked up and looked ahead.
At the end of the road, the darkness is dissipating, and the sacred and dazzling sun is rising!
(End of this chapter)