Chapter 109 Determination is a double-edged sword
Deep space 690,000 miles beyond Mandeville Point in the Belakahn galaxy.
It swims freely among the stars.
The siege trend of the Imperial Fist fleet has become much more cautious to the naked eye, although because they were told by the first company commander who led them before, "Don't worry, the outer shield has been lifted, and the residual impact of the time flow is very small." "Will disappear soon" and without a doubt he sent all the Imperial Fist monks and their equipment on board the "Destined Steel".
But whoever trusts him now should feel deep fear and doubt in his heart.
Didn't it mean that the special shield has been lifted? Why is there still no communication returned? !
Captain Philip Vian sat on his command throne and once again asked the communications officer to contact the remaining strike cruisers and rapid strike vessels (Rapid Strike Vessels) in the fleet in order to organize a withdrawal or possible counterattack, communications within the fleet Still available, but the technical officers reported that all communications to the outside of the fleet had been cut off, and more outrageously they found that their ships were unable to escape the confines of some kind of "field".
According to the panicked reports sent back by the two fast strike ships heading in different directions and trying to leave, they were blocked from approaching by a layer of unobservable but real "bubble" In a perfect spherical area, the center point of this "bubble" is the "monster" that has swallowed up all the Imperial Fists Space Marines on the Wrath Storm.
When receiving this report, the captain suddenly remembered the scene where they fired a salvo of light spears dozens of hours ago.
They don’t even know what the battle situation is like and whether there are any survivors.
Of course, shouting "For the glory of the Empire and the Emperor!" and leading the whole ship in a corner charge at full engine speed is indeed a very advanced option. The captain fully has the courage to order such a charge, but to be honest, he does not I like to lead everyone to make completely useless sacrifices like this.
Hunting grounds.
Or fence.
Sweat caused by pressure slipped quietly from Philip Vian's forehead.
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Danat Lysander breathed heavily, and while he was thinking with his brain, which seemed to have been blunted by the events of the past two days, he allowed himself to walk openly in the tomb-like passage of the Iron Blood.
The lingering pain from the electric whip on his flesh was still stimulating his nerves, but the former Imperial Fist didn't care about it. On the contrary, he was somewhat grateful that this level of pain allowed him to concentrate. power and ideas.
After successfully teleporting all the soldiers of the first company - including thirty centurion armors and the priest brothers Li Kaiwen who were worried and followed them, under their unbelievable eyes and future Amidst the curses, scolds and questions that he could fully express - after "sacrificing" every one of his former comrades and loyal brothers to his father and the Iron Warrior who descended upon the living saint - Danat... Lysander's face was expressionless at the moment, and he even had an unreal hallucination of "This is it, let it be this". The pain was so extreme that he felt that everything was empty and light.
"Why!! Lysander!! Why is it you?!" Reverend brother Li Kaiwen's eyes were filled with tears. He waved the priest's scepter towards the evil steel warriors and iron rings that surrounded them. The robots charged -
"In the darkest moment when you returned from the subspace, you have clearly passed the most thorough purity test and test! Why?!"
Lysander tasted the blood in his mouth. He did not speak. His Fist of Dorne swung down silently and powerfully, preventing the priest from trying to make a heroic sacrifice. Li Kewen's wrist armor was struck by the force field. Broken, his wrist hung limply, and a melta bomb was reluctantly dropped to the ground, and then slid to the side.
"Why are you among them...?"
Lysander did not speak. The painful and sober look in his eyes when he looked at the battle brothers he betrayed made Li Kevin's A cloud of ominous foreboding floated in my mind.
"What on earth?! Tell me! Lysander!"
Kevin Li's scarred facial muscles were stagnant, his pupils dilated and anger transformed from disbelief throughout his body The expression of joy suddenly turned into a twisted expression of fear and horror.
Lysander knew he had seen it, because he also heard the footsteps of someone coming behind him.
Garuda spread his wings and let out a low cry. "Send them all to the pharmacist's laboratory."
The Iron Warriors were in some commotion. It seemed that someone wanted to say something, but was stopped by the veteran among them.
Judging from his pauldrons - oh my God, Lysander. He thought bitterly, how could you accept their classification of behaviors and signs so quickly! Well it’s the Codex Group, nothing to say, damn it! Why are these despicable rebels...the Iron Warriors painted based on the standard Codex regiment? ——This stopper is their second company commander.
The Iron Warrior wearing a breathing mask even nodded slightly to Lysander very calmly, and then ordered others to drag away the Imperial Fists in the stasis cage one by one.
The former legendary captain of the Imperial Fists turned the Fist of Dorn upside down, leaned on it, and stood quietly on the spot, watching and listening to the sound of the collision and friction of the ceramite fading away.
Now it's all over.
Lysander even began to think a little indifferently, after all, from the moment the Eternal Crusade left, what are we left with? Father was actually right, to some extent we are no different from the Iron Warriors.
His genetic father has once again confirmed his identity and told him many things, and there are many more things that Lysander needs to see with his own eyes...or even do with his own hands.
Firm determination is a double-edged sword. It makes loyal people more loyal, but when the cracks of betrayal are knocked open, it leaves no room for change.
“Lysander.”
Danat Lysander half-knelt down and saluted the descendant of the Gene Father.
"My father, please guide me."
"I said, there is no need to kneel down, and there is no need to worry, they will join you." There was something in that voice again. Added a soothing tone, "You're doing a great job."
A strange joy surged up again from Lysander's dry and ashen heart, pouring into his cold limbs and bones.
"Remember what I told you," the majestic, noble and slightly cold voice continued, "When I am not here, you will encounter anything you cannot solve by yourself.' Don't try to bear it by yourself, don't bear it silently alone, don't try to bear it for everyone."
What should I do? Everyone tells me that I should be like this, because this is the foundation of the Imperial Fists.
As if hearing his voice, before leaving, Rogal Dorn's voice left him a seemingly clear prompt and an even stranger teaching.
"If necessary, go to the Hall of Omens and talk to the first mortal you meet. He will help you."
"Also, Lysander, remember to bring your hammer and jump shield when you go to the officers' mess."
Gua.
Continue to be arrested to visit relatives for dinner...
Then I decided the number of centurions here based on my memory. I seem to remember that Lysander persuaded him to take revenge on Tie Yong and Shang Tuo. (...) A council composed of other company commanders and chapter masters specially approved thirty centurion uniforms for him. He probably doesn't have many left in the Imperial Fists (...) (turn to the eye)
< br> Chapter 2 Wait for me to come back——(waving arms)
(End of this chapter)