Chapter 127 Lysander clenched his fist again
A certain counter embedded in Lysander's body skipped a certain agreed attack time point.
He knew that if he had followed the plan before they set off, his comrades should have successfully used their skilled teleportation raid tactics to paralyze the small Titan army, led by Brother Likaiwen. Then there should be an ancient and powerful Stormbird gunship (the primarch is on top! It is really big and so strong and powerful, Lysander does not think anyone in this place can break through its six layers of void shields in a short time) ), on their way to raid the Belakaan Astropathic Chorus Tower.
But now he is not with them, he is here, thousands of kilometers above the planet, watching the monk Niraidoa who has the appearance of the Primarch of the Imperial Fists Legion lift him With his feet, he stepped steadily over the melting remains of Nurgle beasts and plague zombies under his feet - it is hard to imagine that they were all lurking in the space under the floor below the entrance stairs before -
Lysander's shaken brain suddenly realized something unusual in his high-speed thinking: Why did Brother Nilaidoa obviously have weapons to restrain these opponents who should be quite difficult and tough? ? Obviously, even for the living saint of Dorne, it is quite incredible for one person to deal with these filthy things in a short period of time.
Secondly, why do I have acidic salivary glands? Lysander swore his salivary glands had never existed the last time he wore the bright yellow power armor of the Imperial Fists, but why were they still functioning now? No, no, Lysander, this is not the time to think about this... think about it instead!
Okay, finally, although this is only the bottom and outermost part of the entire orbital platform, the maintenance content of the team they joined at the beginning was only daily cleaning, which seemed to have nothing to do with the control center they wanted to seize. Relationship...
"But this is the end of the line for the backup energy unit of the orbital platform. In fact, there is only one, one alarm notification circuit line related to the backup unit." In Horrible Odor and Bulging Deformation As if strolling in the corpse drowned in his own lung fluid, Lysander saw the tall white-haired man in a one-piece yellow overalls walking smoothly to the equipment column hanging down like a giant upside-down stalactite in the center of the room.
“But one wire is enough. These mechanical creations were designed far earlier than today. A genius designed their original blueprints. This wire was originally designed as a kind of 'fuse'. But since the rest of the redundant relationship was never triggered"
"So, after the genius fell, the blueprint sadly fell apart as a cocoon of increasing isolation and mistrust formed. In the dust, the lords who are busy safeguarding their current interests and status... Oh, obviously none of the sages of the Council thought of concentrating on research or at least trying it. Everyone is lost in the status and status they have achieved. What's in front of you." He took off his work gloves, revealing a full hand, and Lysander's eyes were immediately drawn to it.
As a man who once served as the 3rd Company Terra Sentinel and the 1st Company Emperor's Shield Captain, Danat Lysander, he very clearly remembers where the huge sacred hand bone on the Phalanx is. On one side, and what has been added to those hand bones by generations of senior heroes.
The now exposed hand of Parogov Nilaydoa was shining with dots of light, as if he was wearing a glove made of strange light.
Each string of light points is emitted by a name. Those names, Lysander can recall them with his eyes closed. They have been deafening in the ears of every recruit and veteran, and every move of their owner Neither has ever brought disgrace to the Imperial Fists and the name of Dorne.
But why, why is this color so ominous?
They were indeed flashing, but it was not the golden light that he was familiar with or expected.
These sacred names now shone with an ominous, all-light-devouring darkness on the surface of Nilaidoa's skin, and only the edges where they touched the air erupted with golden rays of light.
Donne's face reflected the longing light and shadow, turning to look at Lysander. Only the pair of eyes under the short white hair were still the same. They were light white and blue, like thousands of years of glaciers, and like blazing glaciers. burning flame.
The saint’s words continued, echoing in this cone-shaped space.
“So, in fact, from this end branch, it is theoretically possible to push backwards to the cogitator host of the entire orbital platform, and then continue to extend the infection link to Bela Kahn’s entire planetary orbital defense. Arrays, airport platforms, and star rings and anything else that can spray filth, plague, and unclean things from the universe on this planet."
The machines are silent and cold, and the planet's ground is beneath their feet. , and there are countless structures hovering in the surrounding void, and there are countless human souls among them.
There are countless people on the ground, including Ohm Messiah believers, Titan Legions, Skitarii, and hundreds of millions of slave workers, his former eternal enemies and his only fighting brothers now.
Lysander's mind and experience automatically and irrepressibly performed tactical calculations in his strengthened brain and neural links. Therefore, in the next moment, the former company commander suddenly understood why Nilaydoa or Maybe... why he came here? The appetite of the rotten enemy of living beings was obviously much greater than he thought.
"So." He tried to speak, "What should have happened here?"
"When any brave warrior thinks that they have achieved victory over an army, a surprise attack on the central Victory; or the moment when he relaxed after cutting off communications to prevent reinforcements and gradually grasping Bella Kahn in his hands like an iron fist." The man with the face of his genetic father replied, "The plague in the entire bottom cabin here is. It will disperse and ferment to its fullest state, opening like a burst of rotten pomegranate, spilling its rich seeds onto every inch of the planet."
He paused slightly to let it go. Lysander digested the meaning of this sentence. "Originally this will not affect the competition between you, Brother Lysander. Because I will control the situation before everything happens, and then I only need to tell you normally that I have obtained the partial control you need on the orbital platform. Yes. But you insisted on following me. Of course, this is also an option, so you can choose again now.”
Rogal Dorn's voice was coldly announcing to him.
"I know you want victory and revenge, and you dislike those Iron Warriors very much. I can tell you that they are all on the ground now."
"So if If you ask me, I can put the whole process on hold for just a little while."
"You can have your biggest confrontation yet."
" The victory of the Iron Warriors even achieved revenge on the Lord of Steel."
"As for the price, you know very well that this is not the first time you have paid."
"Then do you want to ask me for a request?"
Lysander was dizzy.
I was struck by the ease of planning, the lack of responsibility, and the sweetness of revenge and destruction.
"I..."
"...please..."
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After getting the answer from the confused person who is no longer confused.
The white-haired man raised his hand.
Lysander's eyes were inevitably captured by the man's movements.
He saw visions that were in no way consistent with any knowledge of mechanical creation from the 41st Millennium or the past.
The hand engraved with the glory of the Imperial Fist for thousands of years is mysteriously "sinking" into the surface of this mechanical column, resonating with the metal machinery and programs.
Metal, pipelines, circuits, programs and flesh and blood, they are connected and "fused" together.
Lysander clenched his fist again.
Gua.
The second update interlude
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