Chapter 233 Hello guest, have you heard of Cambrian plus?
Just before the happy (?) three generations of old, middle and young (?) gathered at the Antarctic base.
The Iron Hearts are trying to move their flagship over Pearl Moon's North Pole and try to maintain a synchronous orbital speed there.
All other ships, including the Space Marine cruisers, are in Carrick's orbital dock and undergoing rest - whatever the details, the Iron Lords have kept their promise and given them some breathing space, so for the time being No one was so ignorant as to make some request to leave their void ship.
The water of the Pearl Moon that covers the entire planet is a beautiful blue-green, but the salt content and other ingredients are quite rich. Even the power armor of the Space Marines is in this water under the deep sea at its North Pole. It is also difficult to keep all of its servos at normal combat capability levels for a long time in a pressurized and corrosive environment.
If Iron Heart and Angron had come by themselves, they would not have started the exploration operation so early, seeking the help of the Mechanicus to build a large forward offshore platform, and then slowly planned it - referring to the unit of hundreds of years and The loss of biochemical flesh and steel at every step forward, starting with thousands, is almost an inevitable choice.
Well, the current Iron-Blooded Ship is no longer the one in the Eye of Terror. As certain "progress" is completed in the visual list, the Iron-Blooded Ship's existence becomes increasingly apparent in this galaxy... ..."cannot be measured by common sense" and "original point".
Using the words of some psychic gods, it is not quite accurate to say that "countless threads of fate have been re-knotted here and a new web has been opened."
Although everything is invisible, few people can describe this event in the language or words of any race. But in fact, in several nearby star sectors and even further away in the craft worlds and pirate groups or in the most secret chambers of Commorragh, a prophecy has been whispered constantly, one or several dead worlds, millions or even Tens of millions of compressed pain and life essences, treasures that can satisfy the insatiable thirst of the gods, and a god of death waiting quietly in the darkness.
“Speaking of which, your defense against the Eldar here seems not to be very strict.”
Having returned to the flagship of his own Chapter, Angron, the Primarch of the Twelfth Legion, is re-examining the various new data and intelligence brought to him by further scanning of the Desert Ark's sensor array.
As the envoy sent by the Lord of Iron to assist his brother, Dassadra is currently in a fierce tit-for-tat confrontation with the Mechanic-Priests on the Heart of Iron.
The former thinks that the latter does not understand how to rigorously modify deep-diving machinery, while the latter thinks that the former is just messing around without following the rules.
Dassadra swears, if this was in Medlengard or Honso - oh, thank God this stubborn and eyesore scourge is finally gone. The Ironbloods feel much cleaner. The only problem is that they are on Where to find a new pharmacist - Dasadra, who suddenly realized that this problem was very serious, immediately recorded it and sent a new memo - to Honso's war gang, then he would have hired it with guns and hammers. These red robes should understand the truth!
But it is a pity that they are in this situation now, in an atmosphere that the father of genes jokingly calls "friendly, united, and progressive" (hell!), so Dassadra can only endure his anger. The bridge waited for the group of priests to complete the sacred incense and anointing process that circled three times and then completed their muttered prayers before proceeding to the next step of refitting.
So now the War Blacksmith of the Iron Warriors, apart from secretly suppressing his anger towards the mechanical believers, all he can do is show courtesy and accompany the 12th Primarch here to talk - of course how much of it is out of curiosity about "such a thing" Is the World Eater Primarch taught by a half-blood Priest recruit with the appearance of an eternal co-choice really loyal?" This is hard to say - the Iron Warriors who can at least live until the 41st millennium are very concerned about expression management. Aspects are generally well done.
——Yes, although the people they have contacted from other parts of the galaxy seem to think that the Twelfth Legion is called the Iron Heart, a small but always loyal legion, and the Twelfth Legion The eldest son of the two-gene Primarch is Angron Petra, Conqueror and Supreme Tyrant of Nuceria. But each of the "Silver Skulls" on the Iron Blood were surprised and vigilant to find that they had another memory about them - the war dog of the 12th Legion was renamed the World Eater, and their original body finally became The memory of the demon king Angron.
So does this Angron really exist? Or is Angron just a collective hallucination caused by trauma and insanity after we fell into the Eye of Terror?
Retracting his thoughts that were divergent for a moment, he calmed down. Regarding the question of Father Iron Heart, Dassadra thought about it seriously and replied, "Maybe it's because of the previous reaction on our mothership. The density of psychic traps and positions is very high, and you must have experience in successfully capturing them. Oh, by the way -" he also added, "the previous prophet 'masters' in the Hall of Omens... all have their own unique characteristics. , their power has helped us avoid many prying eyes from aliens and inanimate beings."
"Masters of the Seer?" Angron blinked, "Wait a minute, you mean. Psychic Advisor Master Uthulma Atla and the Chief of the Emmenut Council?”
"Ah, it was them, you already knew it...? It is the unfolding of this big rift that has caused many incredible events. The good thing is that it brought you and your heirs to us, I feel like this It's a great honor." The War Blacksmith's voice sounded like he was nostalgic but didn't want to see us again. "But on the contrary, many of our members, including all the prophets, were also affected by the unknown psychic storm in this incident. Lost in the rift of time and space, just disappeared from us."
"That's too bad," the Primarch commented reasonably, his voice low but very soft. "But you still remember them. I believe that you will meet each other one day."
"I hope so, Your Highness."
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The deep submersible maintains a constant speed in the ocean rich in organic debris and algae.
The starlight of the Carrick galaxy shines palely from the sea surface. The farther they dive, the fainter the starlight becomes. Now they have dived dozens of kilometers below the sea level, and any light has completely disappeared. Only the searchlight of the bathyscaphe was faintly flashing in the dark water.
The spectacular and continuous sea snow falls like real snowflakes under the light, falling down into the bottomless depths of the seabed. Even if the whole body is wrapped in powerful power armor, people can still feel an instinctive dislike of the deep sea from the soul. In this completely isolated and silent place, there is something indescribable that is engraved in the genes. Unknown fears may be greatly amplified.
The Astartes surgical procedure removes the negative emotions and most of the fears of the Space Marines, but this so-called fear-clearing effect seems to work when faced with normal battles It's still normal, but it's hard to say in some unusual scenarios. At least the Iron Hearts and their original bodies are obviously very sensitive to changes in emotions and souls, and at this moment, the awe of the irresistible power of nature makes even the His breathing became cautious.
Angron Petra, Dassadra, and a team led by Endred sat in a submarine cabin modified by the War Blacksmith and the Mechanic-Priest, and Skator was responsible for guarding the sea. Support base.
The huge water pressure in the deep sea caused a strange creaking sound outside the metal riveting and sealing layer outside the cabin. The water flow transmitted the movement of distant and near creatures along the steel.
"I remember the description of the exploration of the ocean here is that 'most of them belong to algae and microorganisms, and there are also some annelids, molluscs and crustaceans, and the morphological structure is close to ancient Terra."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Some kind of weirder sticky crawling sound "rubbed" on the shell of the deep submersible, like some kind of huge snake or huge tentacles The metal object is being carefully spied on to see if there are any edible parts.
“But most of the deep sea here has not been fully explored, right?”
"Actually, not at all, Your Highness." The war blacksmith held his weapon, his expression still calm and firm, "But the investigation of the so-called 'sea monster attack' by the locals can basically be determined to be something similar to a giant Ouba Bin sea scorpions and primitive giant worm creatures."
" Huge means? "
" Huge means at least 70 feet long, Your Highness."
An. Gronn slightly estimated the output of his weapons, but first there was the problem of water pressure here - "So are they carnivorous?"
"As far as I know, Your Highness, the Iron-Blooded's analysis of them believes that These animals may be eating microscopic or small native organisms and plankton.”
One, two, harsh scraping sounds passed over their heads. Something huge hit the shell of their vehicle hard. The soldiers driving the deep submersible shook and recalibrated their balancers. .
A biological form seen only in mortal nightmares darts across the sensor's imaging screen.
"Are these the same now?"
The war blacksmith did not speak, but everyone heard it. The shock wave vibrations of dozens of powerful kinetic energy bombs were transmitted to the passengers and they were genetically enhanced. After hearing a strange howl from the eardrums or metal sensors, most of the huge figures on the auspicious device began to move away.
"As far as I know, there is no such creature in Terra's human history. Tes Dassadra."
"That's right, Your Highness, according to the records in the Iron Blood Library, they are creatures from the Cambrian Period of Ancient Terra."
The red-haired king sighed. "Well, I understand why you insist on loading up with so many extra unconventional heavy weapons. Thank you for your persistence, Warsmith."
"My pleasure, Your Highness."
The warning red light lit up above their heads, and they felt that the bathyscaphe began to shift to a parallel way of advancement, and at the same time the auspicious device began to accurately scan the surrounding seabed.
To the bottom of the sea.
(End of this chapter)