Chapter 431 Is it possible to kill the Third Primarch (4K6)
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The Iron Captain slammed his ceramite boots onto the deck floor.
Motor oil that is easily spilled due to high-speed operation, metal particles escaping from the freshly cut gaps in the ceramite armor, barrel steel heated by high-speed explosives, bullets and power weapons The special odor molecules of the decomposition permeated his olfactory receptors, but very rarely, his analysis unit told him that there was also a vague smell of musky rose.
Bah. This despicable and shameless devil kid.
Just like his true form, he is good at using sweet words to lure people into becoming weak and corrupt, becoming the pitiable playthings of poisonous snakes, and ultimately costing them their lives.
This is the nature of the evil beings of the Third Legion and their primarch Fulgrim. Forcing the saints to fall, tempting the adherents to give up, corroding the steel to rust, making the fine steel as soft as mud, making all order disappear, and not obeying almost any discipline——
Until they are drowned in the tide of laughter Throwing themselves into hell, enjoying the torment of eternity in a moment of clarity, but deceiving themselves and others with drugs or other things, proclaiming themselves the kings of the decaying paradise they built with their own and other people's corpses.
The price for all the pleasures they enjoy now has already been paid in the "future". So they never see the future, never grow themselves, never make their bloodline and chapter great - they just become a wreck that temporarily seems to be self-sustaining due to its size, but does not thrive. In the future, they are destined to continue to decrease and disappear.
How long does it take to go from a dazzling Paladin swordsman to a dying addict to withered bones?
The time required may not be as long as those involved and bystanders think.
These fallen souls who may be confused or joyful following the snake demon prince will eventually be dragged into darkness by the inanimate beings, who will knock their bones and suck out their marrow.
To the fate of this universe and everyone else, the Children of the Phoenix have been essentially abandoned, becoming increasingly irrelevant to anyone.
The people who most want to express themselves eventually become insignificant, insignificant, and die.
Until it is completely forgotten.
From body to soul.
Time passes.
Life and death exist.
Even the memory of them in this galaxy will soon be gone.
This is the best way to deal with this group of fallen Emperor's sons, including their Primarch. This is the result they deserve. Only in this way can the anger in his heart be slightly soothed.
Originally, although things were always disruptive and progressed slowly, there was indeed a gratifying trend towards this direction.
Especially after they captured the clone of the snake demon and a bunch of followers he brought in the sublimated form of the Gene Father's enviable new metal body, Ravus I was very relieved to think that everything was going to be fine.
First of all, righteous revenge will definitely be partially executed after such a long wait. (Although his old friend Chief Librarian Trazzi was still looking after them and did not kill them, but considering that Trazzi followed the orders of the Primarch out of loyalty rather than making the right choice on his own, it was excusable. )
But recently, when he asked the gathered Lacuan Calculus Magi Prophecy team about the results of a new round of logical predictions because of the frequent summons of prisoners by the Father of Genes and other signs, they told him that now After adding the latest changes and factors, the logical calculation prediction seems to have reached certain conclusions with greater variables, and none of them is the kind that Raus is willing to witness.
So this is the deepest concern of Captain Iron. As early as on the top of the tallest tower in Shadenus Hive, when he saw the Contemptor Fearless slashing down with a psychic saber burning with platinum flames and black lightning, he had already understood: No matter what it was, , in the eyes of others, including anyone in the empire, it can only, must, be Ferrus Manus. Therefore, the other brothers thought that his worries were mainly here, but in fact, he had already thought about more.
When he first became the Iron Hand, he thought that other imperial worlds were just like Medusa, dark and cruel. They could only devour and hunt the meat and plunder of those things that were so ancient that they didn't know what they were and fell from the star track. Use garbage resources to repair your own nomadic fortress to live.
The young man always thought that everyone’s planetary home in this universe was like this.
But when he was still a recruit in Lacuan, he set foot on other planets and discovered that other people's worlds have had clean air, large water sources, stable continents, blue skies, and A time for sunshine, flowers and birds.
At that moment, an inexplicable anger ignited deep in his heart.
Why do the people of Medusa endure everything for thousands of years and need to fight to the death on Ouranus Rock to get a chance to become the Iron Hand, while people from other planets can live in such a paradise? Growing up in a similar world, in the end they don't have to endure more suffering but can still become space warriors?
Then what is the significance of us...the cultural inheritance that the Medusa people have always insisted on advocating? So he worked harder to hone himself and accepted mechanical modifications twice as much as other recruits of the same age. It was hard to say whether he was just trying to prove to his other cousins that the hardships that the sons of Medusa had endured for thousands of years were still valuable. , is not meaningless.
The hideous, disturbing smell of the Musk Rose wafted over again.
Alvin Ravus held his two-handed power sword and blinked two eyes. One was equipped with a semi-mechanical eye with extra zoom function, and the other was completely modified into a bionic one. Prosthetic eyes.
The memory state of mind that caused him to have chaotic thoughts and brain waves just now was aroused by the stench and incense smell of this rotten snake demon.
Before and after putting on the Terminator armor that he now wears, which is almost integrated with him, Alvin Ravus has killed many emperors by commanding fire attacks or personally going into battle. sons and their followers.
Among these fallen betrayers wearing dazzling pink or bright purple armor, most of the high-level, semi-demon members exude musk and other so-smelling scents during close combat. According to the research results of the pharmacist, These fragrances are not superficial. The deeper they are corrupted by darkness, the stronger the changes this fragrance will have on the inhaler's sense of smell, vision, thoughts and other physiological cognitions. However, if it is only inhaled in small amounts or for a short period of time, and the inhaler will Firmly, after several rounds of thorough "processing", at least at the detection level, the influence of this corrupt fragrance can be eliminated.
He also admitted that compared with the smell of those degenerates who looked like large shelves of inferior jewelry, the smell of this devil kid was actually not that strong, cloying and disgusting. With revulsion, it can even be said that there is moist moisture with a hint of fresh petals. It is this pure and simple ancient smell engraved in human genes that can trigger some associative stimulation in his rock-solid organic cerebral cortex.
However, when the scent of musk and roses are associated with the name and existence of Fulgrim, then he is not a dewy rose swaying in the morning breeze, but a tree that has just left Fabi. A gorgeous venomous snake hatched from the corrupted carrion hotbed of Uth, an inanimate creature more hateful than the Sapphire King, a gift from the Chaos Gods who will swallow up the dawn of hope that the Iron Hands have just gained. The most wonderful vicious joke-like existence.
So, since it was "Fulgrim" who just couldn't help but rush out of the ear room, he loudly refuted Captain Iron's advice to immediately execute all prisoners and the accusations against him, and loudly shouted at the original body The emperor proposed an honorary duel, so Ravus was very happy to have the opportunity to eliminate this threat with his own hands - even though the requirement was that "neither party is allowed to fight to the death", and facing a primarch who was actually dexterous and good at fighting, even if the Terminator The odds of winning are also very low.
But it was a demon child who had just come into the world, and he was not wearing armor, and was only holding a Shabar saber. Neither party had the motivation to open the weapon. The father of genes also expressed his disapproval of Rao at this time. Si has no worries or doubts, so he won’t have a second, better chance!
You see, if Lavus's finger was knocked crooked due to an accidental collision during the fight, and he happened to press the stance button and some unfortunate power armor short-circuit occurred, then he can't be blamed for everything that happened after that. That's right.
In fact, even if he was blamed and executed, the commander felt that it was worth it, because when the duel was proposed, he coldly calculated the disturbance that he and the father of genes would cause in the calculation of the future of the universe. than, and immediately accepted the duel invitation from the cloned Phoenix before the other brothers could smooth things over for them.
Obviously, his death here, Alvin Ravus, will disturb the future of the galaxy in the following years and "Ferrus Manus" can successfully return to Medusa and reorganize the Legion. Compared to this thing - it's minuscule.
He is small, but a tiny grain of sand at the right time and place can change... the direction of the overall situation. Captain Steel tightened his grip on the hilt of his power sword and slowly placed his steel-clad thumb next to the stance activation button.
That nasty, cunning, deadly snake lurked nearby, he knew it.
Because Fulgrim was only wearing an ordinary work uniform, this poisonous snake could not injure itself every time it struck, and every time it struck, it chose the most cunning and vicious angle.
However, after these few times, the opponent must have also tested it out. The depth of Ravus's mechanical transformation should be something Fulgrim did not predict. If the person standing here is a Terminator monk from another battle group. , after receiving the first two attacks on the lower back or knee joint, he should have temporarily lost his combat effectiveness or been unable to maintain his balance.
But Alvin Ravus's human body, covered by the Terminator armor, actually doesn't have much biomass left. These attacks that are quite powerful for ordinary flesh and blood are just adjustments that can be made by making trade-offs and compensations. The speed of the Terminator makes it impossible to perfectly attack the Primarch, and Fulgeri is famous for his fast swordsmanship. Well, the opponent's lack of armor piercing seriously affects the defense, but the advantage is that his own lightness will be brought into full play.
So, Ravus never thought of catching up and hitting his opponent with his two-handed sword like a Glocksmon flapping away at moths.
All he had to do was pretend that he had been weakened by the previous attacks, then patiently wait for the snake to come out of its hole, and finally give him a fatal blow with all the weapons in his body.
He has one and only one chance, and must seize it with extreme caution.
Iron Hand has missed several good opportunities in previous battles, but each time he will learn from the last lesson, and this time he will not let the opponent succeed.
For Ferrus Manus!
Logic circuits connecting different observation bands in various places input the analytical and predictive data obtained through concentrated calculations into his brain.
The heat from the high-speed operation of machinery and chips spurted out hissing hot air from the breathing grid that replaced his lips.
Suddenly. He whipped out his bolter and fired a series of bursts at a shadow that seemed to be shaking slightly.
The flying sparks and clanking sounds didn't seem to hit his target.
The unique long sword-style saber with a half-curved tip appears on the side of the Steel Captain's neck at an angle and speed that even the logical predictions that the Iron Hands are proud of cannot calculate - because the saber The user controls every muscle of his body to perfection without any deliberate effort, making the movement of the blade as natural as the flow of air.
The sword blade hardly "separates" the air in its attack path, but rather the molecules of the gas make way for it.
Then Alvin Raus' two-handed sword suddenly leaned towards the attacker's slender figure, as if harmless——
At the same time as the power stance was opened, Raus' red sword In the reflection of his eyes, the young viper smiled towards Captain Iron.
A maintenance screwdriver was inserted hard into the interface of Ravus's eyepiece.
“Stop!”
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As the pharmacist and technical sergeant carried away the severely damaged Lavus, Ferrus Manus announced that the meeting was temporarily adjourned, and the meeting where the officers temporarily admonished the father of genes ended.
Fulgrim stood next to the Mechanical Throne, watching as he watched the face of Fulgrim, the leader of his eternal enemy, continue to appear within three feet of Ferus. In the state of epilepsy, the Iron Father and other senior officers turned on the emotional module device after a long time to suppress their emotions.
Under the stern orders of the Gene Father, the latter left the hall where the original body was located, turning back three times.
They all know that the Iron Hand officers have not gone far, and are always ready to rush back here with full firepower to annihilate their father's enemies.
"How is it? After what you have experienced. Do you still have confidence? This is not the Byzas of the past."
The young Phoenix shook his head, and a strand of severed silver hair fell down his ear. He grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Captain Steel's accusation is actually..." He pondered for a moment, "It's not that I can't understand it."
Garuda conveyed an emotional pulse of surprise to Fearless Phoenix , and was replied by the latter with a stern "Quiet and listen" signal.
“But.” The younger Phoenix pointed out to his current adoptive father or adoptive brothers. "I mean, didn't you, or they, realize it when you accused my descendants of the Third Legion of all kinds of depravity? If you don't look at the color of the paint coating, just use the natural color of ceramic steel, copper alloy and Steel, if you remove those pretentious and redundant lines..."
Fearless Phoenix suddenly knew what the younger and more direct self in this universe wanted to say, and a huge sense of fear suddenly came over him. Come, it envelopes his soul and confidence, like a black hurricane rising from the distant sea. You can see it and know that you will soon be tested by it——
"No - wait a minute, Fulgrim -"
But this young man obviously realized that he could get out of the "harsh" education of his so-called "teacher" Fabius. , here I think I am very strict, but in fact I have been watching at a loss as he grows rapidly, absorbing the culture and the iron hands of Lacuan, Karagu, Dovek and Bocuse like a sponge. Knowledge.
With the unknowing connivance of these two caregivers, the young cloned Phoenix quickly became bold and dared to challenge authority.
He did not carefully observe the words and calm the other person in time and shut up like he did before when he lived in the pharmacist's nursery cabin. Instead, he looked directly at the silver giant in front of him and said the second half of the sentence.
"...Those Iron Fathers who have removed their own vocal and respiratory organs and replaced them with mechanical prostheses actually look very similar to the Noise Warriors in appearance."
(End of this chapter)