Chapter 382 Reaper Sigismund
This time the teleportation and boarding mission may be somewhat difficult for other Astartes, such as how to break into the ship without being discovered, and how to survive on the ship. The terrain inside the ship can deal with tens of thousands of enemies alone, but for the Black Knight with his current body, it is undoubtedly easy at any time.
He actually had another option that was more in line with normal thinking, that is, he could immediately find any nearest terminal and use the multi-functional biochip provided by his body and arsenal to The dedicated mechanical waste code attack chip switches modes and directly invades, paralyzes and controls all the networked systems of the ship and the machine soul with obvious subspace properties.
——How ridiculous! If the ship's machine soul has such obvious subspace pollution that has not been dispelled, but continues to seriously build her new body on it because "no one can see what's wrong", then Sigis Mond could only assume that this level of reconciliation with transmutation might be commonplace in the Empire today.
But the main anger of the Black Knight is not because of this, but because the "eyes" and "heart" of his reborn, precious, innocent and beautiful father have been stained by what happened on this ship. arise from this fact.
Magnar Dorn's momentary downtime and the scan content sent to him before he was down inevitably made Sigismund feel that his sanity, which should not be gnawed by mortal anger, was again there. In turn, it activates his main reactor and mechanical heart, increasing the output power of all his weapons.
So now Sigismund thunders down the ship's main thoroughfare, using his never-overheating phased plasma gun to turn any automatic defense weapon that dares to target him into a pile of molten heaps. Metal liquid, splitting any living creature that dares to shoot at him into the most basic material particles; while waving his black sword shining with dark golden lightning, the force field on it only takes a tenth of the blink of an eye. It can cut one or more objects that dare to rush towards him or stand in his way into two parts like chopping melons and vegetables, and quickly turn the remaining parts into ashes.
The battle lady of the Ruthless Flame is currently screaming helplessly in the mechanical vision of the invading Black Knight, as if she was jumped by a Licat (Note 1) Like the hapless mortal on her back—simultaneously expressing her inner panic in a series of repetitive codes scrolling back and forth on all her in-ship channels and on any monitor panel, data pad, or interface, which in turn even increased Increases the defensive difficulty of some defenders.
But there is no difference. The only difference between one automatic turret and one hundred automatic turrets in front of Sigismund's phase plasma gun and deflagration incineration cannon is that one hundred may take a little more time to shoot, while His single atomic shield prevents any enemy attacks from causing trouble or damage to him.
Soon, even the blood was almost gone because it was evaporated and turned into ashes (one powerful man still took the time to roar in dissatisfaction over this, and the other also (Muttering some disapproval) Behind the thick wall formed by broken limbs and broken arms, no matter how much money and contracts are driven, there is no one left except the mechs of the Mechanicum. The being of free will dares to stand in his way.
This efficient, angry but increasingly ruthless heretic reaper used steady movements to melt or split open all doors and walls that were not straight enough, dark rooms, and seals that he encountered while the soul of the Heartless Flame continued to scream. wall.
Finally, after throwing a big enough door bomb and firing it, he successfully broke into the pink party where an unprecedented luxurious banquet was being held that would make normal people's minds and spines tremble. The door is made of coral, ancient walrus ivory and adamantium.
But the scene inside once again exceeded his expectations.
The Black Knight crossed the threshold and stopped in his footsteps of destruction.
The Silent Astartes Humanoid - or rather, Sigismund in the modified shell of the Astartes - adjusted his electro-optical sensors to transmit everything he saw. Sent out.
————————Just when Sigismund was harvesting his heretical wheat fields patiently and meticulously like a farmer on the Merciless Flame, killing heads everywhere.
The joint gang jumping team composed of the families of the victims of the Third Legion, the Twelfth Legion, and the Sixteenth Legion also boarded the "Iron Fury" specially made for them by the armory. The Jump Gang's landing warehouse rushed into the side of the old girl - it was understandable that the Iron Hearts could not come due to the distance, and the reason why these people did not bring their Death Guard comrades was not because of bullying or anything like that. , purely because they felt that the Fourteenth Legion "ran a little slowly" and was more suitable to stay in the "delicious and nutritious" place to guard the safety of great people.
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Lucius actually regained the so-called “soul” or “consciousness” not long after what was commonly known as “death”. of self-control.
Considering whose soul he had received the baptism of fire, and who had realized the essence of why he wielded the sword, and was so, so confident - indeed someone had given him such confidence without knowing it - he The tenacity and solidification of his soul are so extraordinary that he seems to be able to perform a sit-up on the spot for everyone around the table and open the eyes of every guest present - and open one on the heart.
——That’s weird.
How can such a good thing happen! It is not necessarily the case that Lucius can be resurrected so smoothly and blandly just by closing his eyes and opening them as the only exception in this materialistic and idealistic universe now that he is dead!
Before the resurrection of the living saint Christine, the consciousness had to go through a process of pilgrimage in certain soul worlds.
So it is very consistent with a "general impression of the resurrection process before the Warhammer 40K world comes back from the dead".
When Lucius regained consciousness, he found that he had no body and looked light and ethereal. It was impossible for any mortal or Astartes to achieve it, but it was somewhat like looking down at the ground from orbit. The height of war floats over an extremely fierce battlefield.
Just when he was confused as to why he appeared here, instead of returning to the throne or some other place (?) according to the theory he had heard, the champion swordsman’s eyes were caught by the one below. The exciting fighting on the battlefield attracted people: Although the inanimate beings fighting on the ground may not realize it, from Lucius's height and angle, the four-color inanimate army is quite easy to distinguish. For a while, it seemed that he couldn't go anywhere, and no one came to him or took him away——
So before he was finally remembered, Lucius sat down cross-legged and looked at him from a condescending angle. Observing the battle below with relish.
(End of this chapter)