Chapter 495 The Sword of Damocles
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“I have to say, Honso, dear, although I am very grateful for your trust in letting me lead the other fleets and return first. . But."
Nosa Aitasia pursed his red lips. The swordsman changed his tight leather jacket into a grand style today, the color was purple decorated with gold. Red, yes, is very close to the color of Phoenician purple, but probably only Honso of all people here sees that it's more of an imitation than a genuine thing.
“But?”
"But before I left, seeing your current stalemate fighting situation made my sword and legs a little bit eager to move. I wanted to jump down and do a beheading raid or something."
"This is not your business. ." The war blacksmith's voice was cold and calm, "Perform the task I gave you, and I will provide you with better combat medicine, more equipment, and better entertainment supplies next time."
"A tempting offer." Aitasia smiled, and his smile became more obvious, "But it is still just an empty promise. I really want to jump in and lead my team to enjoy using Ultra The feeling of bathing in the blood of Mar, huh?"
"Don't even think about it unless you accept my proposal and replace all these things on your body with power armor."
" The ceramite of the power armor is so suffocating, my dear, it will suffocate me to death.”
"Is your leather jacket very breathable? Shut your mouth and work, or next time I will pluck out your eyes and tongue and stuff them into the fearless iron coffin."
"Oh, that sounds like It's quite exciting. At least it's not a hell beast." The sword master grinned, "But the combat medicine you provided us is really good, with perfect excitement and sensitivity... your hormone adjustment method is also very good. Just like the old days when we were regularly checked in by the biological labs on Terra... My mind has never been clearer in centuries, and my sword hand has never been so steady... But when I Looking up, the front of me has never been so empty. This is... a new experience. This is the key to making me agree to your proposal, you know? "
"I will do it myself? Of course I know."
"Then you know that it is impossible to win just by the way you use your army and power now?" The dark champion of Slaanesh chuckled, " Indeed, as a Chaos Lord, you have given us as subordinates endless pleasure, and you are very qualified. Everyone who has ever tried to lead or unite us has given us a large number of drugs and toys to indulge in wonderful pleasures. "But you are the only one."
He tilted his head, "Only you, you still kept my clear mind while giving me the medicine, forcing me to stay in the reality that I can't ignore, even though you Claiming this is so that I can become one of your few helpers and lead the rest of your army while you are at your wits end with Vannus and Grendel—"
The Emperor's Son seemed to narrow his eyes under the mask, "But this also allowed me to see clearly that you deliberately let the berserkers die, mixed the pirates' rum with biological products, and you were providing Tarc with This series of actions by Promethium Souri, Honso, dear, I can feel that even Vannas, who is the waiter, has never really fallen into the palace of the Prince of Joy, and Grendel's bloody killing has flowed to the unknown. In the distance, you are different from the Black-Hearted King. Although he is still struggling, he is terminally ill, and your source of power has nothing to do with any of the gods in the supreme heaven. If you don't have a group of genuine steel warriors under your command, with that This will make me think that you are a lackey of the false emperor who was mixed into the maelstrom as a spy. "Kill the false emperor and burn the galaxy. The corpse on the throne is full of lies!" He replied hesitantly, "We will dedicate everything to the feet of the King of Steel! Don't insult me and yourself, Nosa Aitasia, we will discuss other matters after we finish the battle in front of us."
"Hmm~~So maybe you are a lackey, but you are not of the false emperor, nor of Huron. Does Tyrant Badab know that you think so?"
"Whatever you say, you should be ready to go Now, remember to take care of others on the way, and wait until I return to the Maelstrom with the loot." The War Blacksmith had no intention of talking to him. Vanus was carefully destroying all the weapon control and military circuits he could find inside the Indomitable. Grendel was sent to keep an eye on the Iron Warriors as they were dropped.
Before setting off, Honso told the champion who loved fighting more than commanding, "How many Iron Warriors you can bring back for your father depends on how far you can retreat before I fire." So now this Although he had always complained about Hongsuo's mixed blood, he now knew the importance of it. He had to distract himself between killings and return to his old business. He began to direct his detachment with precision down to the second in every move as he did 10,000 years ago.
Aitasia elegantly crossed his boots-wrapped legs on his bridge throne, "You are such a boring stone, Warsmith, but why are you so confident and trust me so much?"< br>
The light blue eyes turned to the looming swordsman in the communication light curtain, "The fact that you came to me and said so many words to me before the fleet set off shows your tendency, doesn't it? ? I chose you among all the lords and gave you the most precious medicine and care, so that you have a brain that has been cleared of toxins. Guess why? "
The warriors of the Emperor's Children are in him? Smiling beneath the golden leather mask carved into a human face howling in agony.
“Unraveling one mystery within you will reveal another. Warsmith, but mysteries do fascinate. Final words of advice: If you are true to your word and want to use all tactics instead of If you stick to the rules, then as... the descendant of another primarch, I will tell you that the current situation is suitable for you to swing the Sword of Damocles, take advantage of it, and succeed with one strike."
Communication. It was cut off. In the scanning array, the light spots representing the fleet were quietly leaving one after another under the scoldings of Etasiya and his sword dancers. Hongsuo frowned and re-examined the entire battle situation. Countless data, Formulas and calculation results were rearranged in three-dimensional space. Calculation after calculation, his brain simulated hundreds of thousands of battle trajectories and final results. The entire battle situation near the Star Castle was being three-dimensionally displayed in his mind. Build it up.
The Iron Warrior hidden in his bloodline is jumping for joy. This kind of war mode is the most suitable for his genetic seed. Every front has its own purpose whether it is attacking or retreating. The position and angle of every artillery piece are precisely The calculation is used to break the corresponding target, and every seemingly futile death will have its corresponding value. Orders and prohibitions cannot help soldiers survive every time, but they will ultimately help operators win. The battle itself is its meaning. .
Aitasia is actually right. From the beginning, due to the chaos and low organization of the troops he has now, Honso's chance of winning the plan was not 100%. He was just betting that he could complete the plan. , there is no need to use those potions as a last resort, but what exactly does this farewell communication from the swordsman master want to remind him?
He really hated these Emperor's Children at the moment who always liked to make everything too dramatic.
The bombardment and attack in the dock area are still continuing. According to the report sent back by Grendel, the mechanical warlord basically has no strategy or tactics in his mind. He has been able to advance so far solely because of his casting. The ship built enough chaos machines and slave soldiers for him, and they rushed forward without fear of death regardless of the cost - mechanical control is so convenient, but it is a pity that Wassell Tucker is not an expert in waste code invasion. Otherwise, Honso would definitely give priority to hacking into the Starfort's command system to paralyze their automatic firepower and defense devices, so that War Blacksmith's ships circling around the perimeter can gain more attack positions from above...
...Wait a minute.
above.
His eyes rolled slightly, and a picture of the current situation over the Star Castle was enlarged from countless charts.
Above the Indomitable was one of the largest ships among the idle ships left in his fleet group. Because it did not dare to get too close to the defensive fire circle and was unable to break through the shield of the central command tower, it was just The Fallen Claw futilely fired some cannonballs in the distance. This is a ship that once belonged to the Imperial Navy. It has a straight and long hull and a pointed bow, but now it has been contaminated. Its class is shown as the Renegade class in the fleet. Honso hurriedly I carefully checked its code and other information. Very good. This is not the ship of the Black Mechanicum warlord, and there are no protective measures. So it will be much easier to hack into its console...
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Now Oranto meets the Inquisitor again in the command center.
She wears a full set of feedback armor, and her pistol and sword are hung on her waist where they can be reached at any time. Elder Artolion stood beside her, returning to his command position.
“How is the situation?” This well-trained member of the Tribunal looked a little anxious for the first time since boarding the fortress. “Has the front line been closed? I saw the commander coming back with traces of battle.”
Not far behind her, Technical Sergeant Hestian was connecting himself to the defense database of the entire Starfort. Dozens of cables of different thicknesses ran from the top and back of his skull. The interfaces with both sides, as well as more interfaces with the spine, arms and back, extend out, all the way into the shadow of the huge multiple meditators behind. His eyes are closed tightly, his eyeballs are turning rapidly, and he is mumbling. With some code instructions or other more binary words, as countless instructions were issued, heat was steaming from the top of his head, and sweat dripped on the ground around him. There were two people wearing blue and gold Uniformed servants were constantly wiping his sweat, replenishing fluids and cooling him down.
The judge followed Olanto's gaze and glanced at the technical sergeant with a frown, "He had a hard time sustaining the attack just now." She said concisely, "It only depends on one person's will. It's a bit difficult to control and support such a large fortress under attack from all directions, and he has to switch lines all the time because someone is destroying the communications here. I'm surprised you don't have extra redundant tech-priests or officers here. , but considering the mission I was sent here to perform, it is understandable that the Tech-Priest is not trusted.”
Oranto didn't like what the Inquisitor's words always hinted at, but he still chose to answer her questions first.
"Yes, the wall between the fourth quadrant and the first quadrant was opened and partially collapsed. We must gather this part of the force."
"Is the loss huge? ? Several officers under my command had no response. "
" Quite a few." The dusty and cracked sergeant nodded, "But it's still within the acceptable range, Brother Sabati. That's being rearranged there..."
Hestian exclaimed, and Artorion turned around with a roar, "What's wrong! Lucian! We must defend the Arctic Fortress until Lord Calgar! Come back!”
The Inquisitor glanced at Olanto. Even if she didn't speak, the Ultramarines veteran understood what she meant: Does the age of brother Artolion really make him qualified for the position of commander?
He cleared his throat, "Yes, Brother Artorion. The fortress must be defended. But we have found traces of saboteurs in the rear, and I suggest organizing a small team..."
A series of electrical sparks caused by a fault quickly shot up along a cable, and the smell of burning flesh rose. Hestian let out a sharper scream of pain, and the servants hurriedly wiped him. And put on the backup line, the technical sergeant painfully shouted an alarm to his comrades with his vocal cords, "The enemy ship is attacking!"
"Details!" Artolion shouted, striding to the console, "Where's the weapons array at the top?!"
"The automatic turret and torpedo system can be prepared... We can completely destroy it. After all, it is so close." Hestian sent out a burst of lines and the line was cut off The warning buzzer sounded, he frowned and switched to another intact line, "But it's too close..."
"What does he mean?" asked the judge.
Olanto stared with wide eyes at the warship that faced the first round of artillery fire from the turret and torpedoes. While firing, he slowly began to adjust his posture over the most intense battle zone.
“No—!” he roared, not caring to appease Artorion who was also yelling at the imaginary alien enemy, “Hestion! Notify everyone to evacuate immediately! Search for it. Bunker! Highest level! ! Think of a way!"
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The last ones are fighting. The berserkers and the star fort guards of the pirates who were still unwilling to leave all received the emergency notification, but at this moment they could still see it visually even without the notification.
A five-thousand-foot-long ship was now advancing vertically on its head toward the engagement zone between the two quadrants of Indomitable's starfort, despite the defensive fire that had knocked out its shields and bow. And began to burn, but the momentum of the fall could no longer be suppressed - the artificial gravity core of the Indomitable was still working normally, and this would only add the energy of the fall of this extremely huge weapon to the acceleration of gravity.
The fragments and sparks that broke off the hull were like the edge of fireworks, and as the final crash began, the most important and terrifying part of a void ship was like a sharp sword. It was thrust heavily into the junction of the entire southern area of the Indomitable and the center.
The blade fell.
The plasma core in the spacecraft reactor broke away from the constraint field.
Everything was enveloped in overwhelming white flames.
(End of this chapter)