Chapter 503: Ginger is too old, so it’s up to your eighth uncle to take action
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In fact, from later accounts, it can be known that Macragge’s earliest alarm at that time was not It came from the orbit, but was an urgent warning sent to them by Rufus, the governor of Tarentus.
Although the Macragge System Monitoring Station was a little surprised by the Indomitable's return more than half a year ahead of schedule, it was because all signals reported normal, and the "Artorion" commander of the Indomitable said they were just jumping. Passing through Macragge on the way, there is no need for supplies or connections. They will leave when their subspace engine is warmed up again.
So after making a berth for them, all the ships of the galaxy defense fleet were still at their respective positions, and the navigation records were written into the logs. No one even thought of specifically alerting the ground defense system.
Because the content of Governor Tarentus's warning is too lacking in circumstantial evidence - because the Indomitable has not reported or witnessed any hostile attacks along the way - and the codes, communication contents, and even the Al that it has responded to so far, The voiceprints of the Tolion brothers were completely matched with those of Hestian and others, causing the rigorous Macragge defense system to have to confirm with him many times to see if there was any misunderstanding.
As a veteran who had served in the First Company for more than three hundred years, Rufus Quintus' intuition told him that things were definitely not that simple. He insisted on Macragge boarding the ship for verification. If the other party delays or refuses, the alarm must be sounded - and the alarm was actually sounded later because the Indomitable was too close to Macragge - too low, so low that the orbital attenuation is very dangerous, and it could happen at any time Pulled toward the ground by the gravity of the planet itself.
Most of these increasingly confusing communications were intercepted by Grendel using the authority of the third inquisitor of Thalasa, so the champion adjutant reminded Honso that they did not have much time left. .
But what does it matter?
On this day, everyone will remember far more things than the truth of this warning.
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When the blue flash of unregistered teleportation crackled in front of the shrine of the Sovereign Temple, Calgar and his warriors immediately (since Think) understands where Tigris' panic comes from.
The current situation in Hera Fortress makes it impossible for anyone to use teleportation, unless...
"Enemy attack!"
But the war group lords in the temple at this moment They are still full of confidence and anger, vowing to annihilate Xiao Xiao who dares to try to encroach on the Holy Land of the Ultramarines. They do not think that anyone can defeat the joint efforts of all the war masters present in the first wave of attacks.
You see, although they were too late to wake up the chief think tank who had just been knocked unconscious by them, in addition to the legendary and heroic Lord Macragge himself, not only the two company commanders Agyman and Galenus were present, The lord of the Sanctuary of the company, the nearly 500-year-old priest brother Cassius is also fighting with them here today for the rare occasion. Although this holy mentor who once served in the Death Watch has always been mainly dedicated to defending against the Tyranids. threat, but he also has rich experience in fighting other evil enemies.
Besides, there is also the brave Second Captain Cato Sicarius and his soldiers who will arrive soon in the Hera Fortress, while Calgar’s Honor Guard is waiting outside the door. The two leading warriors among them are crossing the threshold of the temple——
——But if there are automatic response weapon systems and shields outside the Macragge orbit and Hera Fortress that can identify friend and foe, So how did this group of enemies find the precise coordinates and send them down...? The alert just now was...?
Just when this idea was just taking shape in Calja's mind, the smell of ozone began to fade from its highest concentration, and the bright light formed by the teleportation gradually extinguished.
There were no wild and inhuman grunts, inarticulate war cries, no stench of the inanimate and disgusting smell of rotting flesh, no blasphemous words praising the dark gods, nor anything they were familiar with. There was no movement on the battlefield - no distinctive crackle of bolters, no whine of chainsaws, no buzz and light of power weapons.
Only Helix, the Chapter's Chief Apothecary - who had come to the scene because he was needed to coordinate the precise anesthesia of the Chief Librarian - was the first to make a sound of pure surprise at the equipment he was both too familiar with and not so familiar with. "Huh?"
Calgar frowned.
Skull mask emblem, yellow and black stripes, gun steel color power armor, medical robotic arm, medical arm armor, syringe, medical drill...
Iron Warrior... Pharmacist?
Alone?
Just him?
A pharmacist? Doesn't it look like anything out of the ordinary?
Is this the latest conspiracy or trap?
But in any case, it is definitely the emblem and painting of the traitor legion plus this illegal transmission that is obviously an invasion...
Calgar raised the weapon in his hand, and the jealous The Holy Mentor had already taken the lead in pulling the trigger of the "Hellfire" - a master-class finely crafted flamethrower he designed himself - towards that figure.
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Honso, the son of the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists born in Fabius Bair’s laboratory, the once infamous Karan Gall The war blacksmith, the chief pharmacist of the Iron-Blooded Primarch, the pharmacy master of the fake "Silver Skull" Chapter, the Chaos Champion of the latest Skull Reaping Feast of the Black-Hearted King Luft Huron, and a warrior highly praised by many evil gods.
Now we are standing in the miraculous hall of the Suzheng Temple. Even he had to admit that although the design and construction of this temple was not as ingenious as the drawings and works of his genetic father in some places, it was still beyond the reach of mortals. Obviously, this was due to A legacy designed and left behind by a Primarch.
He was thinking, looking towards the stasis mausoleum behind the Ultramarines who were preparing to attack him.
It should have been designed by my father’s younger brother himself...
When his eyes came into contact with the noble and gray face of the Thirteenth Primarch, which was frozen a second before death, his pupils shrank as if he was stung.
......
For a moment, the villain seemed to be captured by the sacred and noble face of the primarch, which was still alive even though he was dead, and he stopped in his tracks.
Several officers who were close heard the intruder curse an unbelievable curse word.
...Fear your fucking eyes! Julius Robert Omar! Do you really look so much like Robert Guilliman himself? ! How could this be? ! The gene seed organ implanted in your body does not contain a trace of Ultramarine ingredients! I personally tested it!
No, no, I definitely didn’t make a mistake. I didn’t have a gene-seed sample of the Ultramarines at hand at that time, and Julius’ psychic power manifested in a very similar form... very much like the laurel crown that Robert Guilliman is wearing at the moment... so , all accidents that happen in the universe must be inevitable, maybe just like the father of genes has become two people...?
Honso's eyes slowly lit up. If so, it’s well worth the trip!
That's it, then the connection between the two of them with such similar looks can definitely become my latest research project! Well, it looks like the Luft Huron project will have to wait a little further.
The traitor apothecary's eyes swept across the face of the Primarch sitting on the table with such obsession and concentration. His rudeness and madness made the Ultramarines furious. They no longer hesitated and raised their weapons. Rushing forward, vowing to kill the invading traitor...
Can't get close? !
The flames of Cassius's flamethrower traced complex geometric shapes in the air within a radius of 33 feet around Hong Suo. Together, they formed an invisible protective stance that no one had ever seen. This stance was only exposed to contact. Any attack itself is marked by a faint white-gold pattern. Unlike the various individual soldiers or Titan shields that the Ultramarines are familiar with, it can also "resist" melee weapons, which is similar to A shield of supernatural power used by those Thousand Sons sorcerers or powerful psykers.
"Helix, how long will it take to wake up Varro?!" At this moment, it is useless to regret falling into a trap that may have been set by the enemy. It is useless to put the chief think tank into slumber. It is better to wake him up as soon as possible to fight the enemy.
"Already injecting the neutralizing potion! Give me a few minutes!"
When Calgar frowned and stepped forward to hit or simply touch the evil with a power fist wrapped in a blue stance During the guest's strange defense, he was not attacked or counterattacked. He stretched out his hand cautiously, and the power he felt was more like a "repulsion", like the two poles of a magnet. It was invisible to the naked eye, but there was indeed a "force" "Repelling" all attacks. A defense like this might start by trying to overload it like breaking the void shield! This mysterious evil pharmacist must have a lot of support when he comes alone, but if it uses a single-soldier reactor as its energy source, its size has its limit anyway - Calgar glanced at the honor guard who had all entered the temple, and calmly Ordered.
"Honor Guard! Aim at the same point and fire volley until the shield is dissolved!"
Just when Honso admired the perfection of a Primarch sample in admiration and planned to continue moving forward, his medical Lines of warning messages flashed through the eyepiece, promptly reminding the Potion Master that he was being attacked from multiple directions.
And Priest Cassius, the oldest intact warrior among the warriors present, had insatiable vengeance burning in his eyes, shouting a passionate holy war cry, holding him high. The mysterious scepter, carved in the shape of a Tyranid skull, tried to stand in front of the mysterious intruder regardless of his own safety, using his body as a barrier to stop him from heading to the mausoleum and throne of Robert Guilliman.
Then the scarred veteran watched helplessly as he was "pushed" away by the protective stance, as if the spherical bow of the ship was "pushed" aside underwater, separating the waves from the objects wrapped in them. He rushed forward eagerly and repeatedly, but he couldn't slow down the opponent's progress at all.
Mysterious scepters, power fists and power swords slash at the defensive stance, and the endless platinum maze layered upon layers dissipates the power of all attacks.
Finally, Honso reached the stasis shrine and began to climb the last few steps amidst the roars of grief and anger and the more intense gunshots that did not dare to shoot in the direction of the shrine - is there something here? He looked doubtfully in a certain direction under the steps, but saw nothing. Maybe it's just an illusion.
Hong Suo withdrew his gaze, glanced at the message, and then glanced at the nearby Stasis Tomb, and began to change his power armor from "Field Hospital Protection Mode: Extermination Order (Istvan Type V) )" switched to a special first aid mode, and when selecting the main protection target, "Space Marine" was selected, and the treatment target was set as "Primarch", and then the menu that popped up in the Primarch column Among the few numbers, Honso did not hesitate to choose the one with the Roman numeral "XIII". By the way, in addition to II and XI, the missing numbers in these menu labels also include numbers such as XV and XVIII. It is obvious that The creators never imagined that they could design first aid scenarios for all Primarchs.
But it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t want to go into details. After all, it’s his first time using it. The label contains the number that Hong Suo needs most at the moment, which is enough.
——Yes, this is the truth behind Hong Suo’s many plans before and the biggest confidence and support for coming alone: the legendary medical power armor of this pharmacist master was stolen by someone My father, who is well versed in the ancient nation's essence of being prepared for danger in times of peace, has built in a variety of standard first aid modes, including "Emergency: Specific Primarch First Aid Standard Mode".
Obviously, when someone first came here, he was really afraid that the Devon Temple incident would happen again to him, because there was really a label IV in it, but then things developed so smoothly that he never had a chance. Let the Potion Master actually use it in actual combat.
Today is the right time to use it.
As Calgar and the other ultramarines roared with grief and anger, Honso placed the teleportation beacon on Robert Guilliman's body, which was taken over by the first-aid stasis stance he carried, and then Teleport beacon activated.
Three, two, one.
Huh?
......(Chaos swearing) What are Vanus and Grendel doing for food? ! Why didn't the teleport start? ! There is only the last minute left in the window period! ! ! !
A look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the pharmacist master for the first time. He hurriedly checked the beacon and all his first aid measures again. There was no problem. Could it be that the protective stance is too high? Affect the signal? But I have never used this before. Other basic tests are fine, so why is there a problem here? !
He tried to close the scope of the protective stance, but the side effect was that the Ultramarines swarmed in like crazy——
The flash of teleportation was intense and on a scale that had never been seen before. When the light was on, even Sicarius's special gold-plated anti-glare goggles could not see through the details behind the light curtain -
Calgar heard the scream of Tigris who was slowly waking up behind him, and at the same time felt a powerful The overwhelming psychic power came from behind, shaking his internal organs.
The chief think tank, who was weak but stood up as soon as he saw the shocking scene in front of him, rushed towards him.
"Seize father!" he shouted, "Calgar!"
"I can't see clearly!"
"Grab the Primarch's hand! Seize him! Leave him alone "Down! Calgar! I will help you!"
Maneus Calgar tried his best to narrow his eyes amid the wave of psychic energy that made the entire Sovereign Temple tremble. Blinking away the irrational tears caused by the strong light, they saw that their father's god-like body was disintegrating and disappearing little by little with the transmitted light.
“No!”
He reached out desperately.
Then he really caught a hand.
The teleported light dissipated.
"Is this...?"
The Ultramarines gathered around, looking at each other in shock.
A man with the same body size as them, but with the same face as their genetic father, was leaning peacefully on the throne of the Thirteenth Primarch, with one hand reaching out and holding Macragge. In the Lord's large hands, sparks of Chief Librarian's psychic energy surrounded his closed-eyed face.
When Calgar took a closer look, his eyes tightened: there was an old throat cut scar on the man's neck, in the same position as the Primarch.
But it is.
Healing.
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All these chaotic scenes and characters all fell into the eyes of Konrad Curze, who had been standing quietly beside the marble steps of Robert Guilliman's Stasis Mausoleum watching all this since he walked in. middle.
After silently lending a helping hand to a certain eldest nephew who was overconfident and almost overturned, he returned to this position, while completely ignoring the dissatisfied jumping curses of a certain two-headed birdman in the supreme sky.
The Ultramarines suddenly lost their target and seemed at a loss for a moment. Calgar was suppressing the shock and commanded Chief Apothecary Helix to calm down and examine them carefully to "rob and tear them apart." "Part of the Gene Father".
"It's so interesting. I can't see his past, nor his future." The old master of Nostramo and the new king of Thesaguarsa said softly, "It turns out... …Is this the eternal curse, or one of the eternal blessings, that 'you' will bestow upon your 'priest'? He pointed his fingers and sneered at the smaller, serene face with his eyes closed, which could be said to be one of his least favorite brothers.
(End of this chapter)