Chapter 496 What interests him more than Mka is...
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Hestian's inhuman howl echoing under the dome faded as the wave of flames went out.
When it was all over, Olanto was the first person in the central cathedral where the command center was located to stand up straight.
The reactor core explosion was so close to the central tower of the Star Fortress that the entire Indomitable was shaken to a certain extent. Fortunately, in the end, the fortress relied on its unparalleled powerful reactor to cooperate with the Hestian brothers. Efforts...
Hestian!
Olanto stood there. With his superhuman mind, he didn’t know for a moment whether he should turn around first to check the miserable state of Hestian’s brain, which might have been cooked, or run to check the impact point of the explosion. Whether there were any surviving battle-brothers on the walls - even though his mind boiled and screamed at him that the odds were against both.
But when he saw Judge Sibiya getting up from the ground holding her bleeding head, he still breathed a sigh of relief: If a mortal without a helmet can survive at this moment, It would undoubtedly be taken as a good sign.
So he turned his head.
Then the veteran sergeant of the fifth company stood frozen on the spot: Technical Sergeant Hestian was still in his seat, his body twitching like a broken servitor, as if it was a building It was a torture instrument instead of a mechanical throne, and wisps of green smoke continued to emerge from the many cable interfaces on his body.
Olanto could smell the smell of burning flesh and rubber in his nostrils. One of Hestian's two servants fell to the ground, still holding an overload in his hand that had electrocuted half of his body to black. The other cable flew out due to the impact just now, and smashed his temple on the raised brass corner of the equipment table. The air was filled with the smell of fresh blood that stimulated his superhuman nerves.
"Hestion?! Can you hear me?! How much of the defense system is left?!"
The Techmarine showed no reaction other than twitching.
But Sibiya stretched out her hand towards Olanto in horror at this time, tightly grasped and shook his arm to draw his attention back, and the sergeant almost impatiently turned his head to yell at her. , but he immediately understood the despair written on the judge's face.
He saw Brother Artorion, a venerable elder and warrior, and it stands to reason that the tonnage of the Dreadnaught locked with his walking iron feet would have been enough for him to escape, but his condition was seriously deteriorating in his mind It might be worse than they feared.
Hestian is a Techmarine who is very good at inspecting and repairing the mechanical parts of the Star Fortress and the Dreadnought, but he is powerless over the physical, mental and soul parts. The pharmacist brother assigned to the fifth company is currently serving on Macragge with the other half of the monks.
Olanto saw Artolion's ultramarine armored iron body weighing several tons staggeringly start to move, passing through the entire space of the Valiant Cathedral as the command center, heading towards Rushing outside the door, the ancient war cry echoed in the fearless loudspeaker, "For Macragge! For Guilliman! Courage and glory! First Company! Kill these bugs!"
"We can't let him rush out like this! He will open the door too!" Sibiya shouted. "It's all enemies outside!"
"Then who are you going to work with to stop him?!" Olanto stood up and looked around. Most of the people here had flown out or hit something because of the shock just now. On the thing, the only one who had just been summoned by Artorion was himself. The remaining forty-seven brothers and more than 6,000 auxiliary troops were outside - except for the technical personnel in necessary positions, the other combatants were all on the spacecraft just now. The scene of the impact.
He tried to call them repeatedly, but perhaps the ionizing radiation caused by the severe disaster, the chaotic gas cloud, or other things interfered with the communication. There was silence in his company channel, eerily quiet.
He, Artolion and Inquisitor Sibiya may be the only star fort guards who are still fighting here now.
The thought haunted Oranto, and he rushed to the nearest console and began frantically checking the condition of the Indomitable for anything still usable.
The situation was a thousand times worse than he expected.
Obviously their enemies were prepared for the impact just now. Olanto saw a large number of shuttles and supporting ships surrounding the edge of the landing area dock, and their own rudimentary defenses were built around those heavy cannons. position.
Now enemies are pouring out of all these things.
Ultramar is dozens of light years away.
Due to the special nature of the Indomitable, no distress signal will be received, and no one will know where they are now.
But maybe before the end comes...
"We have to get out of here." The judge came to him with a pale face, "Hurry, I need your help, Zhong Sergeant. Follow me."
"I'm not going anywhere," he told her sternly. "If you want to hide somewhere or find a lifeboat, go ahead, Inquisitor. , we are Ultramarines, and I have the obligation to personally see Brother Artolion achieve his glorious end.”
While they were talking, Fearless raised the iron fist he received from Calgar and began to beat the exquisite and thick door of the command center cathedral. As he beat, the door began to deform and crack. The smoke, ozone, fire and flesh outside The smell of the cathedral seeped into the circulating air of the cathedral, and people could see the gunmetal-colored armor, weapons and countless light spots of red eyepieces outside.
Some of the wounded mortals who woke up began to cry softly, and some began to recite prayers to the emperor or last prayers.
“No, it’s not.” Judge Sibiya Monsrat told him in the third seat of the Talassa Tribunal, “Don’t you always feel that Tribunal members should not be here? ? And we have been sending people on duty here all the time, just like you. You are wondering why half the company has been stationed here all this time, doing nothing, not hunting down any heretics or aliens. There are no tasks to be completed, but you can't leave here and play your role in other battlefields where you are needed, right?"
"I didn't," Olanto denied.
"You do." Sibiya stared at his face, "I can see it. Sergeant, my training in the Inquisition also included observing Space Marines. I will tell you this now. All the reasons, and after hearing this secret, you will leave with me immediately.”
A chill of foreboding ran up Olanto's spine, and his stomach began to sink.
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Kadalas Grendel does not dislike the beauty between architecture and craftsmanship, but at the same time, he cannot give up the pursuit of fighting and killing. The pleasure he brought was that in the past, although he had to serve others, the position of Arms Chief had always been considered a middle-class position.
When Soltarn brought them the news and vision of his father, Grendel was willing to transfer to the Earth Ruler. Just kidding, now all the tridents of the Iron Warriors are Already gone, this authority and the conquests promised by his father were just what he needed. And the later life at the Olympia Military Academy established by Soltarn, well, although he felt that it was somewhat dulling his axe, on the other hand, this kind of leave was indeed what he deserved, right? After all, he has been wielding weapons for an unknown amount of time for the False Emperor, for the corrupt Imperium, for the Primarch, for the Legion, for Horus, and even for the dark gods who have always wanted to devour him.
It's a pity that he still ended up in this place and situation because of a temporary surge of blood. Become Honso's warrior and fight for him! This half-breed... forget it, Grendel is not one of those mindless berserkers. Since Honso saved his life from the feet of the hell beast and promised him to take him to find his father, how could he bear to be called by this guy? Drinking here and there can be considered a job. After all, the combat intensity that the Potion Master can provide him now...
He actually likes it very much.
But he doesn't like the latest task that Honso assigned to him.
There is no head-to-head glory battle of the old era, only the cunning schemes of the latest Iron King's favorite.
However, when the Armed Forces Chief and his prepared subordinates surrounded and punched the deformed and protruding adamantine alloy door with fearless power iron fists, his idea changed slightly. Originally, he thought that at most there were more Ultramarines to deal with here, but a Dreadnought... was indeed a very difficult opponent to deal with in this kind of terrain, but Grendel was not without experience in killing Dreadnoughts.
He tightened his grip on the ax and checked the energy magazine capacity in his favorite pistol one last time.
The Holy Fear roared and grabbed an adamantine door decorative plate engraved with the heroes of the chapter, tore it off and threw it on the ground, making a huge noise. Now the hunters outside have already The old warrior could be seen staring furiously into their auspicious lens.
The gadget that Hong Suolin gave him before departure, which he named "a shot of a needle in the wind", made Armed Forces very disdainful: Although this boastful bastard is really good at medical skills, he is nothing but cowhide. It's a bit too arrogant to say "this potion can paralyze a Terminator or Dauntless just by spraying it in the face". Who does he think he is? It is true that Dreadnaught pilots can be anesthetized through biological tubes or amniotic fluid chambers, but this kind of fast-acting anesthetic through thick ceramic steel and filters is unheard of. Honso said it as if he had passed through many Dreadnoughts - a joke, what the hell? So many fearless things for him to experiment with?
In the end, the problem will not be solved by steel and force. The Chief of Arms has ordered his men to prepare as many ancient stance shields, iron halos and other defenses as they can find to install them here, and here Filled with the vials of medicine given to him by Honso, and finally many huge chains, hooks and nets for his future captives. He had just checked, and up to this point, his tasks and preparations had been completed perfectly.
Grendel grinned and showed a wild smile, but before performing the next task, he first wanted to enjoy a hearty battle with this Ultramarine Dreadnought.
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Adalik Vannes is at home in the many shadows here.
The shadow cast by the hanging pipes is his slide, and the darkness left by the broken lights is his lounge. His tall body in power armor seems to be nothing, defying common sense in the gap between light and darkness. It moves like a thin piece of dust.
The art of Shadow Sneaking is not something that everyone can learn even among the Raven Guard, because it relies heavily on the indescribable talent in Krax's own gene-seed, and can serve as the fourth Vannas, the company commander and shadow instructor, is undoubtedly the best among them.
Now, he is following silently behind the hurried inquisitor and Sergeant Olanto. They bring with them all the men and women they can find who are willing to resist, which in total is less than one Hundreds of people, these soldiers are holding all the weapons they can find, leaving behind a series of crude defenses, such as overturned cargo boxes, stacked furniture, closed hatches... along the twists and turns of layer after layer. Using the iron ladder, they all finally descended into the depths of the fortress directly below the central cathedral for command.
Dark Crow's purple eyes stared at Olanto, who looked betrayed for a moment when he saw the core of the reactor, and Sibiya, who began to instruct her long-awaited technicians to open the secret weapon hidden here by the Inquisition. .
He then turned his attention to the core of the true power source of the reactors, gravity generators, warp drives, and other devices that maintained the fortress.
A thick, high-strength crystal pillar sealed by countless engineering creations and psychic spell runes.
It is one kilometer high, hollow, and filled with compressed lightning storm-like energy. It is surrounded by an equally high circular hall, with countless lines that are still flashing. The magic circle spread out in all directions from the ground and walls, and through the thick crystal glass engraved with incantations, the Raven Guard recognized what was wrapped in the violent warp vortex. It was a lie that Manius Calgar hid from his warband, and it was also one of the reasons for Honso's coming.
A demon.
The demon lord whom Lord Macragge claimed he had slain once and for all in glorious combat.
Muka.
It was not killed by him and the First Company as Calgar claimed, but was imprisoned here, within the Indomitable's reactor core.
This is the truth why a powerful fortress like the Indomitable is stationed with Ultramarines and Inquisitors, and has been making random jump voyages around Ultramar.
The Raven Guard felt like he was about to laugh out loud.
However, he was professionally trained, so he endured it and continued to observe the actions of the busy remaining guards below.
It wasn’t until the contents of the secret cabinet hidden by the Inquisition next to Mka were confirmed by Vanus with his own eyes, and he felt that he had sufficient assurance, that he sneaked back from the shadows and began to contact Honso.
"I found it." he said to the Warsmith, "and an extra surprise. You'll love it."
"What?"
" An Iverson assassin," Vannes replied, "The Inquisitor is hiding a dormant Iverson assassin here."
As expected, he heard Hongsuo's sudden and enthusiastic reply. Obviously, the news confirming Mka's existence did not interest the pharmacist master as much as the latter news.
"Continue to monitor, be careful to maintain interference, and don't let them contact people outside. I will be there soon after I deal with the others."
(End of this chapter)