Chapter 39 Blood Tribulation (3)
Soshiyan returned to the bridge again. When he entered, Lothar was monitoring the effect of the Starfire's defense barrage and analyzing the green lighting of the surveillance screen and observation station. The light strongly contrasted his silver-white figure.
"What did you find?"
Soshyan asked as the other crew members bowed to him.
"The auspicious device cannot complete a full scan before we clear this damn meteorite area, but we have just found its keel code. It is the New Pharos, a transport ship belonging to the Ma 'Kande No. 2"
"Transport ship? Is it going to Ma'Kande 2?"
"From the action trajectory, it doesn't look like it. Although it has been moving slowly towards the planet, for a cargo ship it is also It’s too slow.”
Lotha played the signal they had just analyzed.
A ghostly whisper then sounded on the bridge, immediately alerting Soshyan.
“…traitor…”
The signal only had these two words, and Soshyan analyzed many possibilities from it. If analyzed according to the worst possibility, then they would face the most deadly threat to the human empire.
Ten thousand years ago, although the Horus Heresy ended with the death of the traitorous Warmaster, the legions participating in the rebellion were not completely wiped out. A considerable number of rebels escaped into the center of the galaxy. Eye of Terror
Most of them ended up falling into the arms of the Chaos God, abandoning their loyalty and honor as Astartes and falling into darkness.
Ten thousand years after the end of the Heresy, they were almost everywhere, in the depths of the seething Eye of Terror, in the cloud-shrouded Maelstrom, on the abandoned dead planets and dark moons. , in extremely dangerous fortresses or in elusive fleets.
From these hidden lairs, the bloodthirsty Chaos hordes launch their assault on His Majesty's domain.
As Astartes, they were once proud and mighty warriors. Faith was the armor that protected them, justice was the weapon in their hands, and they had a will far tougher than mortals.
But once they fall, their changes are far more drastic than those of mortals.
The Chaos Space Marines became the hungry champions of the Dark Gods, with hatred gnawing at their souls and selfishness filling their minds.
In addition to gaining more power and satisfying their personal ambitions, they have no other goals and ideals.
They once cleansed the galaxy with their sacred bolters and purifying flamethrowers, but now the Chaos Space Marines threaten everything the Emperor has worked hard to build.
These rebel warriors are the most loathsome and deadly of the enemies of the Imperium. The Chaos Space Marines no longer care about loyalty, honor, sacrifice or duty. They have sold their lives and souls to the Chaos Gods, and through betrayal One's own oath in exchange for powerful force.
They try their best to indulge and degenerate in order to have the opportunity to become immortal demons.
But they are also the most feared enemies. Not only do they possess the superhuman physique and destructive weapons of the Space Marines, but they also obtain mysterious weapons and equipment with magical power through the contract with the Chaos Gods.
The capabilities of these weapons and equipment are so mysterious and bizarre that even the Adeptus Mechanicus cannot understand how they work.
The Chaos Space Marines also collude with the servants of the Chaos Gods. On the one hand, they perform sorcery by gathering the energy of demons, and on the other hand, they directly summon demons to support them in their battles.
For ten thousand years, renegade Chaos legions and small-scale warbands sacked and destroyed countless planets belonging to the Emperor.
The Inquisition spared no effort to erase the massacres and conquests they launched from the history books, lest anyone be deceived into the embrace of Chaos, while the loyal Space Marines fought against them in bloody battles, trying to bring them to justice. It is blocked by human walls.
Most of the people of the empire knew nothing about this long and fierce battle.
Of course, this is the worst-case scenario, and it may just be an ordinary Chaos believer or pirate, but Soshyan's fighting principle is to calculate the worst-case scenario first.
“Have any traces of other warships or fleets been found nearby?”
"There is no trace of any other ships, just a Sword-class frigate parked at the orbital defense station."
"Sword-class?"
Soshiyan seems to have caught something, a kind of A flash of inspiration.
"You said, their target...could be that frigate."
"Then how did they break through the interception firepower of the defense station?"
Soshyan tapped his fingers on the guardrail. "You just said that this transport ship belongs to the Ma'kande No. 2, right?"
"Yes."
"Then will this happen? This possibility, or hypothesis..."
Soshiyang looked up at the three-dimensional image of the ship on the imager, thought for a moment and said:
"Suppose we want to land on a defensive orbit, but we want to avoid the fierce interception fire. What can we do? For example, get a transport ship, and then pretend that there is a malfunction or accident, attracting the rescue ship from the orbital station to arrive, and then Seize the rescue ship and use the rescue ship's security identification code to avoid interception. "
Lothar was stunned for a while.
"It seems...feasible."
"If we follow this plan, once we land on the orbital station, we will have to face attacks from the garrison troops, and the strength of the Mechanicus on the ground is also very high. Soon you will realize that it is not that easy to leave.”
“Unless you grab the next battleship.”
"That's right."
Soshyan clapped his hands lightly.
“Their target is the Sword-class frigate.”
“Then how should we respond now? The invasion should have occurred for more than twenty minutes, and the opponent has most likely captured the frigate. , prepare to leave."
Losa did not finish speaking, but Soshyan had already heard what the other party meant.
Concentrate your firepower to destroy the Sword-class frigate before it leaves the galaxy.
This was not difficult for the Starfire. At her most basic level, the Starfire was also a powerful Vanguard-class cruiser, and over the centuries the original design was rebuilt and expanded upon.
New engine modules, plasma circulation system, three layers of adamantine bulkheads - its capabilities are far more powerful than the cruisers used by the Navy.
No matter what the traitors have, in this galaxy, they cannot hide the huge firepower that threatens the Starfire.
Then, the only frigate they have is naturally like a turtle in an urn.
"How is the communication at the orbital station? Can you lock on to the distress signal?"
"Not yet."
Losa shook his head and replied:
"Once we arrive The highest orbit would have a better chance of making contact. Local records list the distress signal being transmitted from a marked small signal station. We can't find out whether the garrison is still resisting, or the signal is just playing in a loop."
"Then we will deal with the transport ship first. Now is the time when its defenses are at their weakest."
"And that also makes it the perfect trap, and we know the traitors are willing to lay all manner of traps to lure unwary or overconfident targets to their death, or worse."
"Teardown Then they have nothing to threaten us with."
"Then we can smash it into pieces from a distance."
Losa is always unwilling to let Soshiyang get involved. Danger, but he ignored one problem.
“We need to understand the enemy through it, and the materials on it cannot be wasted.”
Soshyan shook his head.
“And I bet these traitors never expected us to come, and they wouldn’t live long enough to escape from the orbital station.”
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(End of this chapter)