Chapter 437 Little Red Riding Hood Iron Hand and the Big Bad Wolf Emperor's Son
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Front row tip: There is no Typhons in this chapter-
The last time Wasco left his In the home world, the desolate surface of Medusa was still filled with millions of years of black volcanic rocks, hard and special crystal rocks, huge, broken single mountains, and magma that was continuously erupted in the high-speed geological plate movement.
During the unstable geological movements and tides, the deep strata were smelted by the core of the planet and then rose up to form a brand new land. More of the ground fell into the dark abyss, being melted by the core of the planet. Swallowed by ghosts, its update speed can be considered as "how come this planet hasn't fallen apart yet" in terms of geological concepts measured in centimeters.
High-temperature geysers carry sulfur and other poisonous gases and erupt from new tectonic cracks and craters. The only real living creatures on the dusty ground are the tribesmen who chase the fragments of ancient technological ruins that fell from the sky and make a living by scavenging.
Perhaps ten thousand years ago there were existences such as "giant kings", "promoted warlords" or "giant dragon monsters" that have become legends now and sound incredible, but Ferru The arrival of Si Manus and the beginning of his journey made everything easier.
The world of the living on Medusa is composed of clans and warbands, while the world of the ghostly dead is sealed in the Land of Shadows by Ferrus Manus's isolation operation and the ancient orders of the warbands. with ancient mountains.
And the lead-gray and carbon-black clouds, which are so thick that they weaken the radiation of the blue supergiant to a level that allows the most tenacious Medusa people to survive, obscure everything in the high sky.
Vosko Dovko still remembers that when he left, he could see the towering ancient holy mountain Kalash from orbit, which is said to be the place where Ferrus Manus descended. The holy mountain is covered with thick black snow formed by severe nuclear radiation, and the steel temples built by the Karagu clan, the watchmen of the holy mountain, are still ejecting thick steam and smoke from their tops thousands of years ago. Volcanic smoke clouds, charged particles in dense clouds under the black sky hit the mountain tops, forming a magnificent scene of lightning and thunder.
The largest single mountain range in Medusa, the Firgaze Mountains located at the equator is so huge that it can be clearly observed from space. On its peaks are the black iron of the original ten clan chiefs. The face has been carefully preserved for tens of thousands of years by various technological means and unimaginable static attitude techniques, overlooking every battle of recruiting new recruits on this planet.
This is how it is originally, this is the life of the Medusa people, and it is also the home that the Medusa clan is accustomed to but loves.
But now, there is something very unsightly, dirty, a glaring stain. Appearing above the clouds south of the planet's equator, an area in the dense black and lead-colored clouds has now turned into a yellow-green color like thick phlegm, like a whirlpool or a tentacle, twisting into a The group began to spread around again.
Although you can certainly say that it makes the clouds change from cold black to bright and... seem to be "alive", but just looking at it gives me an uncomfortable feeling like a lump in my throat. Intensified, almost taking the breath away from everyone who saw it.
And there is a giant thing on the discolored cloud layer, which exudes silent terror.
Final number. The flagship of First Captain Typhons, whose gun barrels killed Cousins on Istvan and bombarded the Royal Palace on Terra. Now this huge piece of plague meat is suspended above the synchronous geostationary orbit of the planet there, with the symbol of Chaos clearly visible on it.
Rotten and swollen flesh and synovial membrane replaced the steel armor, and rows of wriggling sphincters grew on the gun position to replace the original gun barrel. Its hangar was like a huge blister. , rusted Stormbirds and Thunderhawks can be vaguely seen inside, the zombie-like crew members are riddled with diseases, and in the hangar blisters, in addition to the aircraft to be discharged, there are more corrupt juices of various colors.
The souls who had the misfortune to board this Chaos Plague Ship are all present on this flying sanctuary of Nurgle: the slimy fleshy walls and inorganic armor are integrated, and countless rotten faces are distorting. The wails and screams of human souls and the blessings of the God of Plague are transmitted non-stop in an unnatural form from the depths of the cabin filled with plague zombies to everyone who looks at it.
Worsko, who had witnessed all this behind the Shadow of the Iron Moon, could hardly contain his anger: What was the Star Fortress doing at the Galaxy Watch Station? What are the defense forces doing on the orbital defense platform? Where are the Star Ring defenders? And what about the powerful fleets of the Clan Company? How could this mobile seeder of the Plague God be allowed to penetrate so close to Medusa and commit such unspeakable desecration on his homeland?
But those qualities in his innate talents that allowed him to think and think of other people quickly neutralized his anger and calmed him down.
He rechecked his power armor and his loyal bolter, as well as his newly issued power gear axe.
Although the weapons were very good, and the Rakuan clan provided brand new and fully equipped equipment, Wasco knew his end when he saw the flagship of the First Plague Captain. I'm afraid it won't be too good.
But this is already above Medusa.
This is his home.
He has no way out.
He has also decided to give up any thought of retreat.
Even though the emotional side of his body was screaming at him desperately, his knowledge completely overwhelmed his emotional fear on a rational level.
And these abnormal calmness against the evil god's infection are not the result of his emotional suppression module - because Wasco is too "new", so "new" that he has not yet accepted the installation of conventional suppression modules. .
"What, recruit, are you scared?"
Someone came to the airborne cabin next to him and sat down.
The Bogus, who had not yet taken back his original clan name, glanced at him.
This is one of the members of the reinforcements who were suddenly informed before they set off, although according to the commander, the addition of these people is said to increase the success rate of airdrop operations and opening up landing points to a significant level. , but Wasco had reservations about it.
He didn’t know that the company commander of the Basque Karagu clan of the Karagu clan also held the same opinion about the additional personnel for this operation, and it was even more intense.
This patriarch, who can be considered a die-hard supporter of Saint Ferus and who has believed from the beginning that Ferus will return to lead the Iron Hands, made a rare decision about the father of genes. A disapproving comment, of course, Basque Karagu will not go against Ferrus Manus's decision - as long as Ferrus Manus does not go down with them by himself - but if that is the case, I am afraid that here All the officers would immediately remonstrate - but he could still complain in the Clan Council's Siji channel. His dissatisfaction with the fact that the Third Legion's miscellaneous elements were temporarily mixed into this operation can basically be summarized as follows: "As we all know, when the factors of aliens and traitors are added to a calculation formula, even the most perfect calculation can get the best result. The perfect plan will eventually fail! ”
"No. Fear is not the emotion of an Iron Hand, nor a Space Marine. Our bodies are forged by the great works of Ohm Messiah, and will be continuously strengthened by the mechanical spirit of Ohm Messiah. We have been with The fragile and sensitive mortal body is different."
"Sensitive. A very good word." The pronunciation of the Gothic words of the visitor has a completely different feeling from the native Medusa. Very standard, but the way of using certain auxiliary words and phrases was very ancient, and if Wasco's brainwashing operation hadn't instilled this in him, he doubted that he would have understood what the other person was saying at all.
"Oh." He only answered, and then fell silent, focusing on buckling himself into the safety buckle of the landing compartment, but his helmet began to roll disturbingly from just now. A data link is displayed, which shows that as a member of the non-Lakuan clan, a lone individual, he has been incorporated into the tactical team of the reinforcements of this strange war group, and now their tactical communication channel is including him.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't appear suspicious like this, but Vosko's distrust is essentially different from that of the Karagu clan captain. His doubts mainly come from the power armor painting of the other party that is completely different from his own. And...temperament.
These newly joined warriors wear ancient Mark IV, Mark V power armor or Hades-style (Note 1) Terminator power armor with too rounded lines, but compared to these ancient and precious relics, A, their painting was surprisingly random: the gray-white paint coating covered most of the body surface of these strange Astartes, almost as if it had been hastily splashed.
Only the shoulder armor on the right side of each of them is still spray-painted with the colors and patterns to distinguish their chapter logo and squad logo according to the Holy Code convention-these yellow and black patterns are very delicate and very sloppy, and they look like they are temporarily occupied. Exquisite and detailed spray-painting molds were brought in, but the subsequent paintwork, which focused more on accuracy than beauty, came from the armor-painting servitors of the Iron Hands.
At the same time, the background color of the battle group sprayed on the shoulder armor made Wasco, who inherited the ancient Iron Hands gene seed, instinctively disgusted: the right shoulder armor was purple with a brand new painting. The golden trimmings on their chests, and the Imperial Skyhawk on their chests were equally shining but seemed very incongruous with the old armor.
“It’s too new.” While waiting, he stared at the other person’s golden sky eagle and said unconsciously.
"What?" asked the soldier who sat down next to him and began to skillfully fasten the safety buckle of the landing module. Wasco noticed that his movements were so smooth and natural, just like this kind of raid. He'd done it so naturally a thousand times before.
"...yours, yours, some of your armor pieces. It's incongruous. Why does your power armor look so old, but your helmet and Imperial Skyhawk look so new?"
"Oh, oh." The other party shook his head wearing a red helmet as if he suddenly understood, "That's because we have just retrieved them and haven't had time to make flat repairs. They will be repaired harmoniously after the battle is over. ”
As a result, when repairing the armor, the priority is to repair the Imperial Skyhawk and some non-routine parts? …maybe they are very religious cousins like my genetic clan?
"Your weapons don't seem to be very common. There are so many ancient models and classifications that I can't even recognize them all. It's rare to see such inconsistent bullets in a battle group. And why are they all the same? Original steel color? "
"Oh, oh, you said this." The other party shook the two weapons in his hand nonchalantly. One of them was a beautiful stance sword, but it was not decorated. The style of the Human Empire, and the surface of the bolter is polished flat and simple, revealing the true color of the metal. A brand-new Holy Word parchment roll is stuck on the gun body, and the red wax seal is smooth and complete, as if it is still steaming, "Too I'm in a hurry, I don't have enough time... These are relics from our battle group's past. Well, some of them have been passed down for thousands of years, and some are the trophies of our...attacks on aliens."
"Relics of thousands of years. While Vosko was in awe of the ancient inheritance, he also felt that it was not appropriate. "It is okay to use captured weapons, but transforming alien weapons into your own does not comply with the regulations of the Holy Scriptures, and it also mixes them with these sacred weapons." Weapons put together.”
"We use them with the permission of...the noble person," the other party replied in a lowered voice, seeming a little mysterious (or subconsciously not wanting anyone to hear), "We have someone from the throne who is second only to...the throne himself. ...with the permission of the noble man." At the same time, he intentionally or unintentionally showed the parchment scroll on his body, which was full of oaths to go to war and poems praising victory.
"That's it." The Iron Hand recruits nodded slightly, "Are you here to join us on the way? I don't think I have seen any of your people in this fortress of the Lakuan clan before. "
The opponent's helmeted head tilted, and for some reason Wasco felt that the soldier blinked or smiled inside the helmet, "Yes, we joined in the middle. So your recruits don't usually move around on the upper and middle decks, so they haven't seen us and don't know about our visit."
"Yes, we usually help our technical sergeant brothers. The Mechanic Priests are responsible for maintaining the lower levels, reactors and mechanical cabins, which allows us to better understand the spirits of steel and machinery, communicate with them, and try to integrate with them."
"This is very Gore. Son of Gong." The other party seemed to smile again, "Our dear cousins, don't you find it boring all the time?"
Regarding this seemingly unintentional question, Wasco's mind carefully raised its own defenses due to the experience on Medusa, just like he had been doing in his childhood, "flesh and flesh are weak." He used war The regimental war cry answered simply.
The landing module begins to seal all the door fixing screws, and the preparation light lights up.
They all felt that the ground of the hangar began to rumble and shake, indicating that they were about to start dropping on the ground of Medusa. The doubts in Wasco's heart gradually began to disappear. This was a good sign. After all, they were waiting At first, they were fighting side by side on the ground, leaving their back to the opponent.
Amidst the increasingly noisy background, he asked his last question. "So, cousin, whose noble genetic bloodline will I defend my homeland with next? What is the name of your battle group?"
The other party turned his head, the eyepiece lit up, and at the same time a name and the battle group were The serial number is passed into the Iron Hands' sound receiver.
"We are... the sons of the Phoenix (Note 2)."
(End of this chapter)