Chapter 409 Invasion


Chapter 409 Invasion

——It turns out that the mechanical prophecy of the great Saint of Ferus before departure was indeed the most accurate among them. Holy! Iron hand! How great! Ferrus Manus!

Thinking like this, the Iron Father's huge power gear ax was driven by his powerful mechanical arm servo motor to swing out a half arc. His consciousness, bionic eyes and the power on his power backpack At the same time, the standard instrument will chop the four jars of living beings into eight or nine pieces. Then the ax blade with a series of blood beads will evaporate the dirty blood into white steam due to the high-speed rotation, and slash towards it. The gray and filthy bony structure of the cursed ship's hull bulkheads.

After precise calculations, their teleportation positioning was first determined by a decoy torpedo that was launched and disguised as a high-speed meteorite fragment, before being blasted into powder by the opponent's attention-grabbing weapon. , the measuring instruments carried inside have sent more information to the Iron Hands hiding behind a tumbling asteroid.

In the end, they chose to project and teleport at a fixed point that should be theoretically close to the core, but not too deep to cause accidents.

That is, just above the "dorsal" line of the scarred-looking Chaos ship.

Of course, it is difficult for mortals or ordinary Astartes to do this kind of thing, because the harsh icy vacuum environment of the hull shell will quickly make them lose the ability to fight and even move.

But they are all the Gorgon sons of Medusa, and they are the best among them.

For a resident of Medusa, where from birth to death the "sun" in the sky is a blue supergiant and the word "ground" means extreme instability and temperatures that rarely rise above freezing. It is said that their fearlessness, endurance and adaptability to this ordinary vacuum are far greater than those who are unfamiliar with them can imagine.

Just like the crew of the Vesalius never dreamed that someone would choose to teleport and lock them on their hull and then use high-energy pulse cutters and crane arms to cut in. This kind of extraordinary logic The idea is the same.

You said they were teleported, where did the robotic arm come from?

Sorry, except for the servo skull clusters and small highly modified fighter servitors that are released as soon as they land on the ground by these super-strengthened and technically sophisticated Iron Hand officers, the Iron Father and Each clan company commander also has a huge mechanical arm on his back. The top of the mechanical tentacles on the waist of the former is also equipped with a high-energy arc pulse gun - this thing can not only vaporize holes in the enemy's body, but can also be used to cut ship hull metal several meters thick with a hot knife. Butter works just as well.

Finally there is Ferrus Manus, their miracle, the true Iron Ten, the authoritative manifestation of the great power of the Ohm Messiah in this end time.

Though the Chaos ship beneath them screeched and screeched against them—the Chief Librarian's corrupting howls insulated with a protective binary barrier woven into spells—he reported that the ship had been transformed by xenos technology The proportion is too high, and there are too many, too many creatures that have died here, and many of them are even painfully imprisoned in distorted, deformed and fused bodies, so that the concentration of painful soul echoes has reached a level that can re-enter the world. The ship's machine soul almost contained a corrupt, hateful intelligence.

It immediately discovered the intruder jumping on it and tried to warn the passengers inside who could still work, but its voice was blocked. Countless times, the giant with the same texture as the silver magical metal underneath the armor put his hands on the severely corroded hull. After that, his and his Garuda's four eyes lit up like the core of a molten planet. , just like a mechanical god gently placing a finger on the lips of any disobedient machine, soft, ethereal, completely weightless, but the difference between 1 and 0 in the binary code will make this light and airy. The negation becomes absolute, ruthless, and irresistible.

But in that case, why not just reprogram the Vesalius, lock all the escape pods and hangars, and then let it carry its filthy passengers into the nearest star.

The answer is still that without naked eyes and close combat confirmation, the probability of a fish slipping through the net inexplicably will be so high that the saint of Ferus cannot accept it when the historical data of this universe is returned.

So now they are slowly but surely maintaining the front advance inside this frigate that has been modified beyond recognition - although this place has become bigger, it is still really too narrow! But how they could accommodate so many creatures now knew.

If there are many halls and hubs in a normal cabin that can reach several meters in height, then here are all extremely low partitions and cabins like factory workshops, or some kind of A honeycomb formed by chaotic metal and spreading spiritual bone branches.

Under the entrance of the tunnel, they discovered densely packed twisted spiritual bones and a demon sealed in a completely deformed and locked Ada alien body. In this abominable lifeless body The milky white eyes turned to look at the white-gold flames and black lights that were ignited with the souls and lives of Traci and his fellow think tankers during the Battle of Sardinus before they could utter the first complete sentence. Lightning's force field saber struck it in the head like lightning.

Start with Tianling Gai. Divided into two.

Those semi-melted and incorporeal contents that were different from humans were "baptized" by plasma flames before the pus fluid splashed out.

Obviously, no matter what it was and is now and what it wants to say, it cannot be said and no one cares.

Then quickly clearing a path through this crude and twisted imitation of the Eldar's Wraith Garden, they began to encounter the crew who had finally heard the alarm and rushed towards them.

Well, it's quite rich indeed, with cyborgs, mutants, more than one legion of Chaos Space Marines, and some small humanoids.

After starting a firefight with the Chaos Space Marines on the opposite side - oh, there are also a large number of weird mutants holding weapons, some are very short, some are pale, twisted but very powerful, several times , they completely relied on the chief think tank's psychic shield to drive away these wolf-like things.

"It's very strange. Although we can still deal with it, this is not like an ordinary mutant. The attack skills, strength, speed and organization are too..."

"Too targeted. Start, right, because this is one of those blasphemous creations he calls a branch of his 'new race', 'Gland Hounds'. Guess why they're called that?"

"These 'people' were created specifically to hunt for Astartes gene seeds." Although Malkan Feros's modified thinking chip and his organic brain worked together within one hundredth of a microsecond. He made an inference based on the hints provided, but the feeling of saying this conclusion still made him feel like the oil lines all over his body were freezing.

"It's really arrogant, arrogant, and twisted to the extreme!"

"Yes, these characteristics have their advantages if used with restraint, but if they are nurtured to the extreme without restraint, they will make people look at them. He does not see his own distortions and feels that he is the most upright being in the world."

Fulgrim Ishtar - in the name and face of Ferrus Manus. Wielding his elegant saber burning with strange psychic power, he blew into the other side of the defense line composed of the other four Iron Hands like a silver storm - obviously, from the claws of his Garuda Judging from the rapidly dripping and steaming blood on his silver body and armor, the area over there should have been cleared.

"The battle has just begun."

The Sons of Gorgon were given a brief and powerful answer to what he saw and encountered on the other side.

"Calculate your ammunition, sons of Medusa, I want every explosive bomb to accurately obtain an exchange ratio of more than one to one."

"I obey the order!"
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