Chapter 228 You choose, Ferus, do you want the furious Fearless or the chirping Birds
"This clan commander has actually done a very good job. But he is too accustomed to mechanical precision in communication. and obey, forgetting that others need to be comforted, just like he once was," Fulgrim said softly to his companions in his amniotic fluid chamber, "Do you know that the original self of human beings is the soul? Containers and boundaries, these mechanical prosthetics that accompany and occupy his life have indeed enhanced him, making him faster, stronger, tougher, and tireless, but they have also dissolved the boundaries between his human body and the cold machinery. ."
Garuda responded simply.
"——Mistake. Distorted desire, blind addiction and excessive dependence. It will be corrected. As long as the time comes."
Ziting Phoenix sighed softly again, I don’t know for whom.
Thanks to the Rakuan Conquest Hall, which was repaired by Fulgrim and later led by the Iron Hands, this rejuvenated fortress ship has successfully jumped out of the warp and moved to Shadenus. orbit above.
The time it took them to arrive here was much shorter than expected, so when they arrived here, the battle was just entering its final stage.
The Iron Hands' battleships and the Imperial Navy welcomed their arrival in the orbit of Shadenus with surprise and fear. The Iron Hands Astartes, who had been filled with new miraculous power, quickly Several sergeants were sent to take over the ships of their battle group that had almost no Astartes left behind, and then started a super-speed analysis meeting using a brain-computer interface in the Hall of Conquest.
“I will not mention how the residents of this place were completely evaporated... One hundred and thirty-six battle monks and seven Dreadnoughts are all on the ground? Where are the remaining personnel of the battleship? Why? Is there only one company of the Lakuan clan that is launching an offensive here? What about the other four clan companies brought by Raus?"
Faced with this series of questions, Markan Feros stood up and answered Gene. The question of the original body.
"Commander Ravus calculated that he needed to reach his destination as quickly as possible, so he devoted all the Iron Hands forces from the beginning. The autonomous servitors and technical sergeants left behind had no problem maintaining strong driving and orbital functions. Others. The four clan companies are dispersed in this sub-sector as planned to complete their own planned suppression missions. "
Fulgrim heard about the last name that came from the stolen possession. When he arrived, his expression became obviously uncomfortable in his amniotic fluid chamber. Of course, the Iron Hands would not see it.
The emotional pulse that Garuda once again sent to the fearless pilot at this time contained all kinds of complex emotions: toughness, logic, rationality, embarrassment, shame... However, it prompted Ziting Phoenix to finally decide to continue to endure himself. This very dishonorable pretense was compounded by a subtle and almost imperceptible emotion of pleading.
“As planned?” Fulgrim asked the Iron Father, “So, your five clan companies came to the same sub-sector to fight for the same purpose, but actually the key targets of the attack were not There is no communication at the level of cooperative operations, and no preparation to call for each other's support? Although you guess that the main problem here may actually be big enough to require the sacrifice of more people to complete?"
"This. The muscles on the half of Feros's face that was not covered by steel twitched, "Yes. In fact, we rarely communicate now."
"Oh, that's right." The voice from Fearless contained a judgment made after anger had been building up for a long time.
"After...'I' left, you started to essentially fight on your own again, right? Also, look at the 'those' things I saw in the Eye of Medusa. They were supposed to be It's sealed forever! In other words, you didn't listen to 'me' at all! Fortunately, the Iron Council in Medusa's eyes at least retains the right to renovate and distribute the large armory and relics, otherwise 'I' would have returned. What you see are more than a dozen battle groups named after clans, right? I should be grateful that you didn’t share any of my inheritance and go back to their own clans to live their own lives, huh?” br>
Markan Feros has obviously never been questioned with such obvious emotions in his life: people who can question him in this way have more lacking and suppressed emotions than him, so they will not be so intense; Mortals who retain their emotions would never dare to question a respected Iron Father like this.
This is like breaking the mask of calmness and self-possession that was said to have been ten thousand years ago. The logical circuit of the Iron Father began to be overloaded by too many actions that could not be calculated and predicted. This heroic man The warrior rarely began to stammer, and he knelt on one knee, trying to calm the primarch's sudden anger.
"No...no...that's not the case, I mean, great Gorgon, you...please calm down, now that you are back, everything will be corrected! We will be as before again Just as closely united around you ”
At this moment, Garuda conveyed a feeling similar to urgency, shame, indignation and extreme protest in his pulse signal, and then was pressed back by Ziting Phoenix with a sneer.
He told his friend with metal wings that originally, it would be a great humiliation for himself and the Third Legion to let him, the proud Paladin Phoenix, impersonate another Primarch. , if someone is not even willing to pay this price, then he would rather try to jump out of the void now to see if he can return to his own galaxy, and then how will a chirping bird explain to the Iron Hands what will happen next? It's his own business. There is no doubt that no matter what factors Garuda used to weigh and calculate, he finally compromised.
Therefore, a new fast and stealthy strike tactical plan was proposed, which required perfect timing to be launched.
"Void Shield?" When Feros's doubts were carefully raised, Fearless replied, "Don't worry, bring your strongest weapons, and then follow me, the children of Gorgon."
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Devils are everywhere.
Demons are everywhere. It's as if this place is no longer a stable reality, but has crossed the curtain and reached another realm. They attacked and taunted the Iron Hands' battle-brothers from all directions.
Mortals are everywhere. Please note that this term describes a "physical meaning". The bricks and tiles on the walls are all deformed human flesh and bones. The steel hands are stepping on the ladder composed of tongues and teeth that are still crawling and chewing. There are countless support pillars visible here. The blurry faces, sewn together by some kind of ritual or witchcraft power, screamed in the wailing and ecstasy of pleasure brought about by pain. Each of their combined screams seemed like some kind of twisted and monstrous hymn, making reality The thin border with the Warp becomes even thinner.
This place has been carefully and long-termly constructed into an altar, a temple, a tribute of painful desire to the evil Chaos God.
Even the air is full of corruption and hostility, with inexplicable falling rocks, fire, venom fountains and spikes. This place is full of malice and demons, swarming towards the Iron Hands warriors like a dense swarm of insects. They can't wait to devour, The descendants of Ferus were corrupted and shaken, but the remaining ones had let go of their own restrictions without any scruples, exerting their utmost effort, slashing without reservation, and enduring greater casualties, all just for the sake of speed.
In Ravus’ plan, only one person can finally complete the closing of the subspace rift ritual. Their chief think tank, Traqi, they all know what the final price is, and the chief think tank also knows, They have carried so many lives and souls on their bodies, and they have paved the only path to here with the flesh and blood of countless mortals. They must not fail.
Unbeknownst to Ravus, his intense emotion had caused him to shine like a torch in this subspace-like place: guilt. He felt guilty that he had sacrificed a mortal but could not arrive faster, and his guilt and anger made him invincible among the demons.
Chief Think Tank Traqi is also glowing, but the reason is different from his commander. The Iron Hand Think Tank is absorbing the power of psychic energy from his body without any reservation while running. This is in this situation. This had become much easier in a place that had become a subspace-like environment, and his whole body was glowing - burning - he was about to burn, without the various alarms screaming and passing through his armor and the increasing pain in his body. The more obvious the pain.
This completely unscrupulous use of psychic power allowed Traci and the three think tankers who escorted him to rush to the platform on the top of the main nest - this place was already in the air system. A large hole was opened in the explosion, almost completely exposed to the sky.
Terraqi's eyes burning with supernatural blue light saw it. He saw, just as Raus and him had predicted, there were countless demonic armies ready to move behind the subspace crack that was almost ready to be broken with a poke - —
He raised his staff —
No —
A sweet, seductive and sickening laughter sounded near them.
(End of this chapter)