Chapter 992 The Red Pirates’ Reinforcements
The subspace has changed the shape of all the beings who have lived in it for a long time, dug out their secrets from the depths of their souls, and carved these secrets into their flesh and blood.
If a pilot melts into the control panel of a fighter plane, it is by no means a terrible curse or a prank of some god. While enduring great pain, the pilot’s reflexes and sixth sense will be greatly improved, and every killing in the void will bring him greater pleasure.
Weapons become extensions of the warrior's body, reflecting their place in his mind.
This is the simplest truth of subspace: all sins are known to everyone, every secret and every drop of desire in everyone's heart is engraved on the body.
All this subspace has been planned for a long time, it has endless creativity, and it has something for everyone.
And Garmo Zejie was very good at taking advantage of these changes on the spot, so in the waves where reality and illusion collided, the Heart of Hatred accurately crossed the imperial fleet's blockade and entered in a stealthy manner. Expelling the orbit of the Death Star.
There are thousands of people working on its bridge, and the vast majority of them, either through some intelligence enhancement technology, or due to the "natural" fusion of flesh and machinery caused by mutation, have become integrated with their work. The station is connected.
A huge crystal screen completely occupies the wall in front of the bridge, showing the ever-changing world below.
After passing through the angry storm, Garmo Zejie could finally relax his nervousness. After all, on the way here, countless dead souls and demons that feed on them gathered in the storm. Ethereal creatures claw at the hull of the ship, Haunted Haunts howl as they are burned by the tides of the Warp, and crazed daemons roar in their feasts.
"Turn off the engines and all unnecessary systems after half an hour."
Gal Mozejie said to the petty officer who was temporarily in charge of the bridge command.
"Unless it is absolutely necessary, always maintain radio silence."
"Understood."
After explaining the matter, Garmo Zejie took a few personal entourage on board The elevator outside the bridge leaves.
To get to the flight deck, they had to pass by the mid-deck.
As we get deeper into the battleship, the Heart of Hatred becomes less like a ship and more like a slum.
The huge mechanical system is crumbling, and the people who operate it are in rags. When the Chaos Space Marines pass by, the slaves will bow, some will cry, others will tremble like maggots in the light, they all It was clear that it was best not to talk to one's master.
Although Garmo Zejie did not hate these slaves, the strong smell made him unwilling to stay with them for a long time. These people would end their meaningless lives in the darkness and become a slave that could never be reached. serving their masters in a war they cannot understand.
Plagues sometimes occur in these cabins, and most of the slaves are used as cheap labor replacements. This is true for almost all warships belonging to the Chaos Space Marines, so every once in a while, they have to attack the Empire. world to compensate for the loss of dead slaves.
Soon, they entered a transit hall, which was full of machine slaves and Mechanicus believers, all of whom were busy operating various devices.
The machinery is fixed in a groove in the floor, connected to the surrounding cabins and walls by extending cables. This is an energy heart of the Heart of Hate: those intertwined cables and plugs are its blood vessels , while its muscles are made of aging generators and rusty engines.
As Garmozej passes, the busy servitors turn a blind eye to him, while the Heretic Mechanicus who monitor them bow in the same salute as the human crew.
This means nothing to Garmo Zejie, and he has never cared about these mortals. However, the mechanical priests are different from the slaves who have never seen the sun for their entire lives. The responsibilities they bear are far more important than kneeling. So Garmo Zejie allowed them to work without interruption or politely ignore his presence.
Above the servitors and cultists, there stood several armed servitors. Each cabin was occupied by a heavy armed servitor. They stood lifelessly, with their heads lowered and their weapons. is locked.
The door leading to the flight deck is composed of multiple isolation doors. When Asta and the others passed through the layers of arches, the automatic turret began to resume operation, creaking and sliding out of the wall and aiming at the entrants. Garmo Zejie pressed one hand on the huge carving of the cabin door - his palm had to be placed in a specific position on the left side of the statue, and then sent a beam of thought waves into the cabin.
“I’m here.”
With an irregular collision and friction sound, the first set of seven bolts slowly opened.
As the hatch opened, he could see a Thunderhawk already parked on the flight deck, and a heavily armed Tuback was already standing next to the ramp waiting.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Sorry, let's make some arrangements and we'll set off right away."
Subsequently, a few inconspicuous dim light spots shone from the shadow of the orbit of the Pain Star. Get off and go straight to Attica, the nest city that has been devastated by orbital bombing——
Gal Mozejie sat on the other side of the cabin, lowered his head and closed his eyes, the surrounding air changed with his silent prayer shock.
Then he felt the storm bird slowing down, raised his head and opened his eyes.
The gunship lowered its landing gear and docked on the deck. The fuselage trembled. Garmo Zejie stood up first, and the surrounding soldiers also stood up in unison.
Amidst the sound of friction, the gunship lowered the front take-off and landing pedals, and Tubek glanced outside a few times.
“We’re here.”
The cabin door opened wide, and Garmo Zejie left the cabin and stepped into a light.
Tubek was five steps behind Garmo Zejie, holding his scepter as he walked. Other war gang members and scarlet letters of different shapes followed behind him.
Apart from this ancient Stormbird, there are no other vehicles here.
This is a huge hall located underground, with its edges hidden in the darkness. Some warriors wearing black armor stand at the edge of the hall, with the symbols of the Black Legion and Chaos shining brightly on their armor, and the flags above their heads. , using three colors of gold, silver and copper to weave on a black background to form the Eye of Horus that stares eternally.
Behind the Space Marines stood thousands of human soldiers, their faces covered by darkness.
Looking at the welcome ceremony of the Black Legion, Garmo Zejie stopped and bowed his head in greeting for a second.
"I, Gar Mo Zejie, the envoy of the Black Heart King, thank you very much for your help."
The three lords stood loosely in front waiting, and Garmo Zejie's knowledge of them was all based on their appearance and reputation: Harken the World Seizer, with an arrogant attitude, and his whole person was gloomily wrapped in obsidian-like raptor armor. middle.
Hakon the Worldtaker is the Raptor Lord of the Black Legion. He commands a large detachment of Chaos Raptors in the Legion. His subordinates will sow the seeds of chaos and fear before the arrival of the main fleet. Once the Despoiler's army arrived, Hakon would turn his sights on the enemy's command and supply centers, slaughtering entire planets to destroy the world's will, making it easier for Abaddon to conquer it.
In addition to these military positions, Hakon is also known as the Messenger of the Apocalypse or the proclaimer of Abaddon's rule. As Abaddon's mouthpiece, he declares the Warmaster's will. He himself has gained great experience in this role. For his joy, he often sticks a spear on the surface of the planet and gives it a countdown timer to announce the death of this world. (The origin of Brother 80 Days)
(End of this chapter)