Chapter 442 It’s not too late, father, son, brother (5K3)
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In the following time, the figure in purple clothes shines through the dim purple stars Dancing in the eternal darkness caused by the clouds, singing in the blade and the light of the sword, a hymn in an ancient language dedicated to someone or something that only two people here can understand.
Although this small hymn may seem thin and superficial, it is incredibly able to withstand the power of the god served by the Death Guard on some unobservable level. The armor is rusty but It was not damaged, and the lungs were burning but still able to breathe - so the Phoenix Wings who followed its phantom continued to fight around their father's former appearance here, as Fulgrim said, as if it was the 30th millennium. That proud purple-gold army left the world with a startling glimpse.
The young Phoenix Lord, with his remaining descendants in gray and white, served as an assault force and a sharp knife to resolve the entangled situation. At his request, he was transported to various entangled battle locations many times.
The three clans headed by Lacuan cooperated with him, because behind this old enemy stood a tall figure that they could not refuse: a silver giant holding a huge saber and thunder hammer, and behind Ferus Manus On top of the huge mechanical reactor backpack that also shimmers with silver, a horrifyingly powerful flamethrower continuously spits out hurricanes of lightning and flames like dragon's breath towards the surroundings, burning all unclean things.
The battle brothers of the Rakuan clan who followed Ferus to the ground charged simultaneously from their rear like human tanks, joining the front lines guarded by the surprised and delighted Hammonk clan, enriching those The position broken open by the nimble Phoenix Sons was like the blade and back of a sharp ax, perfectly cutting away the carrion from Medusa's black iron-like devastated body.
The Flame Blade is only responsible for focusing on breaking the situation, and the subsequent expansion of results and consolidating victory are completed by the strong and cold steel body.
At the same time, the warriors of the Karagu clan who were ordered to come and be airdropped directly to the ground were ordered to demonstrate their extraordinary fire support capabilities under the leadership of Basque Karagu. His clan is most famous for its precise long-range The fire strike technology is as perfect and harmonious as it is tailor-made for friendly forces at this moment.
This is not an ordinary marksman or simply because of the traditional culture of the nomadic clan: the Karagu clan does not believe in any so-called luck or coincidence in the world, only precise probability calculations and the inevitability of cause and effect. These two are essentially opposites, but they are beliefs they firmly believe in, just as they have done for ten thousand years.
For thousands of years, the Karagu clan has been eternally watching and waiting on the sacred mountain of Karash. They believe wholeheartedly that according to their calculations, Ferrus Manus will definitely return to them for the sake of the empire, the universe, and his genetic descendants— —Though deep within the Chapter's core fortress on the same planet, where the battered skull of Ferrus Manus was stored and guarded for many years-
This is also the place where Karagu Once the clan learned of the return of the "Father's Soul", they were essentially the first and fully to accept the root cause of "Ferrus Manus"'s coming of the Saint in the name of an ancient Iron Hand - to Kara. For the ancient battle brothers, the return of the Gene Father was an inevitable fact, they just had to accept it.
Based on such certainty of their own calculations, every official member of the Iron Hands knows that the trajectory of every bullet and every cannonball fired by the battle brothers of the Karagu clan is Following their unparalleled calculations and exquisite and mysterious theoretical verification, no matter how incredible the angles and distances when these ammunitions are fired seem, in the end, they will always return to the Karagu clan warriors who fired them. The desired landing point will bring destruction and death that have been calculated in advance.
Or, in other words, for all the continuous long-range saturation fire support of the Karagu clan, first of all, their ballistics do not have the problem of accidentally injuring friendly forces, and secondly, their bullets and artillery shells can indeed be used "longer" "eyes", "can turn", "can chase and hit" are used to describe it.
This point can only be said to have left people with the impression that the Karagu clan had "exceptionally many vehicles", "very strong firepower" and "very accurate shooting" in previous imperial battles. However, When they begin to provide fire support to friendly forces caught in close combat, the subtleties and benefits of this will make the combat coordination between the two sides terrifyingly harmonious - completely born for such battle situations, and the ideal of all melee teams. The best support you could ever ask for.
In the end, others who were completely stunned by the unexpected scene of the dead resurrecting watched this group of completely different but perfectly coordinated warriors kill the intruders like melons and vegetables. It was only a matter of time before the Fallen invaded their homeland.
However, it is obvious that the defenders have underestimated the changes that may occur after subspace invades human creations and how distorted and unreasonable the objects that will be produced will be.
As the vehicle and flagship of Typhons, the Terminus has its own will.
It is the holy domain of the Supreme God. He received his own blessing from the Eye of Chaos and opened up his own evil wisdom.
It hovers angrily and uneasily above Medusa's thick atmosphere. The subspace bile and pustule cannonballs ejected from its muzzle composed of sphincter and striated muscles continue to infect anyone who dares to rely on it. It was too close to the attacking defense fleet. As for the orbital defense platform, it was already filled with the atmosphere of entropy and corruption. The corpses of the guardians who had been sucked dry by warp fleas were scattered on the floor, making way for thick and bright spores and more. The little creatures in the father's garden who wanted to take a share of the pie provided nutrients that were slightly excessive in heavy metals.
The two Chaos warbands traveling with the Death Guards discovered earlier that they had left the plague swamp area brought by the Terminus assault force and the assistance range of Typhons' psychic energy. They quickly distanced themselves and found another one. The people of Medusa who were on guard and the Iron Hands "enthusiastically welcomed visitors from afar" in the "grand fireworks" were physically separated from each other by dozens or even hundreds of kilometers away.
And if nothing unexpected happens, the plague lords of Typhons and Terminus will also follow in their footsteps in the strangulation of two groups of people who would have been impossible to cooperate with.
Finally, the terminal finally made a decision.
After all, although Typhus is sometimes a little uncheerful, he is really good at and very enthusiastic about efficiently dedicating world after world and its souls to Grandfather God and all those who have it in the garden. An inanimate person ranked by his own sacred number, not to mention that the most important task they came all the way to here has almost been completed.
The Terminus privately believes that Typhons is a little too obsessed with completing the holy number three task he assigned to himself. As Grandfather God’s old comrade-in-arms with Typhons in the halls of the real universe for many years, he It is necessary to give him some friendly help and correction, so that the wishes of the kind grandfather God can finally be realized.
Therefore, this plague beast immediately took action after considering it, using its silent roar to drive the souls of all the crew members who had served it and died in its body in the past ten thousand years and their stumbling and swollen bodies to become countless viruses and The twisted existence of the bacterial paradise passes through the floor of green flesh dripping with rusty blood and pulsating like a living creature, with eyes dancing from nowhere at the top or the tentacles of any human body parts or organs or enlarged intestinal villi. Driven by the ship itself, the zombie crew members shrank back into the depths of the fleshy folds in fright as they passed by.
With the green mist and the more humid indescribable mechanism activated, the Terminus began to "recover" the remaining Plague Marines on the ground.
Typhons's scythe cut off one side of the Phoenix's arm armor with his psychic roar. The Phoenix roared and repelled the Phoenix Guards who wanted to come to help, but in the distraction, several insidious The Destroyer Plague Flies almost broke through his spiritual light - several beams of light from the silver giant instantly turned these sneak attack bugs into blue smoke.
The young Phoenix fought back angrily, and the blade even cut an obvious gap in the handle of Typhons' precious garden sickle.
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The attack just now was still a bit inexperienced.
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Let’s take action quickly, don’t temper him! I have a bad feeling.
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This abomination can be destroyed, but the chances of it being completely killed are currently low.
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Gotta try it.
Just as the young Phoenix shouted and jumped up, he raised his sword over his head and slashed it down at the opponent. Not far away, Ferrus Manus single-handedly killed a Death Guard Terminator from a distance. The body blasted away by the fire burned with flames, and he held his technological pistol in one hand and fired it towards Typhons.
The teleported green light flashed.
“Click.”
As the huge energy fluctuations representing the Terminus fled far away from the unnatural subspace trajectory, only a thick broken horn, fragments of armor, a bone pipe and the remnants of it were left on the ground. Demonic insects.
Then everyone was "fortunate" to hear the young Phoenix King greet his chubby nephew and his loyal subjects with his extremely beautiful voice "kindly and without distinction".
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“You can’t do this!”
Kadan Stunus’s mechanical voice echoed in the center of the Iron Parliament Above the huge circular totem.
"We cannot agree! What is this?! We are asked to tolerate and raise a brood of poisonous snakes filled with the juice of betrayal and hatred in our sacred and pure homeland?! We will be declared excommunicated and rebellious by our brothers and comrades! You really Have you thought about it?! Are you coming back just to lead us down a darker path? Please listen to your son’s voice!”
But the object of his protest is cold. Standing there staring at him coldly.
"It's over."
The voice of the Primarch, who forged his body from metal, was like the black earth cracking, or like the rumbling of a volcanic eruption.
Just as they entered the venue, the Forge General and his lieutenants were murmuring the hymns of the Ohm Messiah while looking at the Primarch's body completely covered in silver in complete intoxication and fascination. , and then the Martian representatives were "politely" surrounded by the Iron Hand warriors in loud protests and asked to leave the meeting place of the Iron Parliament - the fearless Phoenix replacement had actually read a part of the past file records after entering. Someone who was so angry that he almost lost his mind issued this order.
"Now you want me to listen to you."
The silver eyes of the Tenth Primarch stared coldly at the war leader, and at the same time, all the Iron Fathers present seemed to feel that they were trapped by the empty eye socket of a skull. His gaze pierced the soul ruthlessly and sharply.
"Then how many of my words have you listened to since I left? How much of my teachings have you followed? How many taboo treasures have you broken that I will never allow you to break? Do you really feel that you have crossed those taboos? If you say anything, you won't be declared a heretic and treasonous?" Huh?
The silver giant roared, and even the strongest armored fortress on the planet seemed to be shaken, non-existent dust falling down.
"You know it in your heart!! Do you dare to say it?!!! Answer me!!! What have you done against my orders?!!!"
The real owner of the Eye of Medusa His anger was like an electrified steel whip, whipping every iron father present. Even Markan Feros or Basque Karagu had to stand in shame with their hands down.
"Oh, before you want to point fingers at your father, you might as well think about these things you have done - although you should be thankful that I found that your use of them is loyal - but don't think that I I don’t know what you have done in the past 10,000 years when I just came back, so don’t expect me to ignore it at all! Let’s settle the account first.”
A cold expression deepened. The lines of Gorgon's face were stern.
“Come here.”
he said.
“Didn’t you call those who just fought side by side vipers?”
A panic that had not been seen in hundreds of years began to spread like a plague among the Iron Fathers. The leaders had never hated their calculations so quickly, so they immediately analyzed the meaning of the Gene Father's words.
"Please...Primarch...you can't..."
Realizing something, Kadan Stunus weakly protested, and at the same time began to use his only remaining Only the machine eyes looked for help from the teacher standing behind the original body.
But Malkan, who had been with the original body for these days, just shook his head slightly towards his most proud disciple and made a gesture of "Go in peace."
"Come here. Kadan Stunus, as the leader of the war, you will be the first." The Primarch of the Iron Hands unhooked a mechanical arm from his armor, a silver The metal flows like water, twisting, stretching, and reforming until it becomes an eerie spine-like whip.
“Remember how you feel at this moment, remember why I punished you instead of killing you directly. Because of your loyalty, death should not have come, but because of your audacity, I will teach you a lesson personally. You must remember it and don’t do it again.”
The Tenth Primarch paused, “Son.”
Ghost-like lightning began to appear on the surface of the whip.
"...I understand. I will obey, Father."
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The crowd gathered deep in the Eye of Medusa finally took the order and dispersed. Go, many loyal warriors need to digest everything they saw and heard today, and more people are thinking about it while returning to their posts to do their work today, matters that need to be dealt with urgently after the battle with the Plague Soldiers Too many, and those areas must be properly quarantined immediately—duty to duty is a priority engraved in their minds.
In the end, only Ferrus Manus, Fulgrim and young Fulgrim were left in the hall of the Iron Council.
"Your heirs have been taken away by Markan and temporarily placed. They may need special accommodation. Why don't you go to the pharmacist to take care of it?" The first person to speak to break the silence was Fearless Phoenix, Through the metallic vocal cords in the form of Ferus.
"Thank you. I'm fine, just a little overdrawn."
They were silent for a while.
Ferrus Manus spoke.
"Staying in Medusa was indeed the right decision, as was asking for my help. ... This is not like you, when you were against the Third Legion in Horus (when the name was mentioned, he The metal muscles on his cheeks tightened) and he was very dissatisfied with his position."
The young Phoenix raised his eyes and looked at the silver brother in front of him. His eyes were a little hollow, showing that he was immersed in his reality. Searching for memories that have not been personally experienced.
"First of all... why do you know? I remember... I remember 'that me' didn't say this to anyone else. (-He should have said it, like I should have cared more...) But forget it At that time, I saw my miserable soldiers, not even half a company could be gathered together, and only one person in many companies was left holding their military flag... Do you know what a miserable situation it was, in order to prove yourself? It is also for the surviving children of the Third Legion to prove that they can support the Legion, and my descendants will not die because of this... because the situation at that time pushed us too hard."
He pursed his lips. Just purse your lips and skip this part.
“At that time, the Third Legion really needed to go out on its own, and I was... too concerned about my self-esteem in front of my brothers, so I took such a desperate risk, in fact...”
The young cloned Phoenix paused again, showing some confusion in his thinking.
“…one of my brothers once criticized this approach, it seems.”
The two brothers who were talking fell into silence. They seemed to know who Fulgrim was referring to, and they had completely lost the relevant memory details, while the third brother hidden deep in the silver djinn remained silent.
"In short, what I did at that time actually seemed to me now to be a bit desperate. But it was the Great Expedition at the time, and in such a mood and situation, our father sat in his On the throne, able to personally fight, able to lead us on voyages among the stars, everything is full of hope, everyone is eager to achieve glory - who would point out that one of his sons, a Primarch, is actually in despair in the midst of prosperity?"
“At that time, I was too concerned about my origin, too accustomed to using soft policies, and wanted to achieve goals that could be achieved without violence... In short, no matter how much I said, I made a move that was at the time It doesn’t seem to be a good decision, but it’s not a bad decision either, although ten thousand years later, it turns out that it couldn’t be any worse.”
Fulgrim smiled bleakly again. , for a moment it seemed that he was neither the warrior who fought bravely before, nor the confident person who held his head high and refuted his guardian. He was just a weak bubble of past possibilities that would remain after ten thousand years, so fragile that it would break and dissipate at any time. in the air.
"Manus, if you had known me in advance, things might not have been like this. Unfortunately, we met too late."
"But it's not too late yet."
A gleam of light flashed through the young Phoenix Lord's worried lavender eyes.
"We...are all back. As long as we start, it's never too late."
(End of this chapter)