Chapter 460 That Is the Power of My Father

Chapter 460 That is the power of my father-

"My Lord." When making suggestions to the Chaos Lord, Lieutenant Colonel Leonid, the current commander of the 383rd Regiment of Yolan Dragoons, was coughing constantly, and mottled blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. He habitually took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood, then cleared his throat and continued.

The sensitive throat detection nerves of the Astartes present smelled the smell of a soldier dying and decaying: not due to plague or microorganisms, but from the breakdown of the human body's own mechanism caused by poison. His adjutant Sergeant Elad was in a slightly better condition, but the cheeks of this strong man began to become increasingly thin and pale.

The other members of the assault team composed of traitors experienced a not-so-small psychic explosion before they appeared in a mess at the teleportation point of the Soltarn War Gang, and were then urgently sent to Soltarn.

Now everyone took a short break and regrouped in the front-line command room, ready to listen to the next order from the Ruler of the Earth or discuss other matters.

When a mortal officer like Lieutenant Colonel Leonid spoke directly at such a military meeting, several Space Marines still showed a look of disapproval.

"What's the matter? Lieutenant Colonel."

As for the Iron Warrior Lord who had the most reason to be angry about this, he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. He was still wearing the very "Imperial" power armor, with golden ribbon tassels on his silver skull halo emblem breastplate. He also used good maintenance and weapon oil to polish them and his weapons to a gleam.

But now everyone knows that this set of power armor is not as simple as it looks after experiencing the baptism of war of more than a dozen rounds of charge-no such seemingly ordinary power armor can show a stronger defense than the Terminator or even the Dreadnought-as a gift carefully crafted by one of their fathers (?), Soltarn's personal power armor was designed in a different direction from Shanto's power armor at the time.

His power armor was designed to provide a more stable and safe working environment for the actual technical officer (?) under any circumstances. Therefore, it was specially strengthened in terms of physical and psychic defense and environmental stability. However, in the process of sweeping factories and fortresses, Soltarn had no chance to show this powerful defense. After all, if you don't get beaten, no one knows that you are wearing a set of trigger-type single-soldier void shields and anti-psychic positions that everyone can understand, and other deflection and reversal positions that everyone can no longer understand.

A new saying spread privately among those mortals or slave soldiers who did not know the truth: this is a set of consecrated power armor produced by the ancient Terra Sanctuary or Saturn, but after renovation, it has such an appearance, and Soltarn used his powerful psychic power and other rituals to "cheat" the machine soul of the power armor, making it accept the control of the Iron Warriors. At the same time, in order to maintain its strength, this Chaos Lord will make his behavior more in line with people's ideal appearance of an imperial sergeant.

Of course, this rumor was only circulated in some places, and the Iron Warriors themselves knew that it was not true. In fact, for Soltarn, more rumors like this were not a bad thing. People were always willing to believe a statement that made them feel more at ease. As long as things did not get out of control, he would be happy to see and give guidance at the appropriate time - but these were all things they had to do after they captured the Kalan-Gol Fortress.

"Please forgive my disrespect, sir."

After the Earth Ruler nodded to him, Leonid continued to speak, "My soldiers and I are eager to know when we are ready to launch a general attack on the fortress. Time is running out, sir. The 383rd Regiment's determination to join the battle has never been so urgent."

The Stonecaller's eyes turned from behind his breathing mask to the lieutenant colonel. The pair of eyes that were so pale that they could hardly see the blue looked almost dyed golden in the light of the Medlengard Bunker. His eyes reflected the lieutenant colonel's thin face full of hatred and pain. The lieutenant colonel cleverly used the will to fight to cover up his hatred, but it didn't matter. Soltarn needed them at the moment, so he would not deliberately expose the lieutenant colonel.

"...We don't have any new news about Filhammer and Anverk." Soltarn turned his eyes to the rebellious space marines. Obviously, these warriors who escaped were also uneasy. After all, they all escaped successfully, but only pulled down the lord's adjutant and his friends. Even in the chaos side, it was more or less unreasonable.

"Give us some new equipment, and we'll go back to find them!" Svolgard stepped forward and said carelessly, "I still remember how to get to the courtyard!"

"Don't be silly! You can't get through!" Seraface stopped the wolf brother before he continued speaking, "I have reported to Lord Soltarn. Although the tunnel leads directly to the inside, it is impossible for you and I to get through it by our own strength!"

"Why not?" Svolgard tilted his head, his long red hair and messy beard overflowed from his armored neck guard, like a furry beast, "Even if that place is a little weird, this time we know they are afraid of fire! Afraid of heat, bring more flamethrowers and fuel tanks!"

"No, it's not that simple. You stupid wolf." The former Blood Crow Think Tank shook his head, "Do you still remember those strange black creatures and invisible evil spirits in the tunnel, and how we all gathered around them later? ? Without their amulet rosary, I can tell you clearly now that we would be at least half in that ghost tunnel full of pain and curses, let alone be able to fight after running out. "

"Remember, what? They must have brought amulets. Didn't we half-jokingly pray to the black and white hairball before we went in. I also told the pendant that we were all hairy." Swore Gad scratched his head and twitched his ears unconsciously. Jaffer frowned and looked at him, and Soltarn stared at him deeply.

"Yes, that amulet obviously... has a very obvious effect. Praying to that person is useful." Seraphas said euphemistically and carefully, while turning his gaze to Soltarn above, "If Soltan Lord Tarn can give us two or three such amulets, then maybe we can go in and try again..."

"Don't think about it." The Earth Ruler Stonemason interrupted Blood Crow's eager speech rudely, "I don't even have those rose rosary beads, how dare you ask for two or three of them? Those were given to them. A gift from heaven is not something that can be obtained by force." He glanced at Seraphas warningly, "You will never want to try to challenge the wrath of the Lord of Steel."

The words used by Soltarn made the former Blood Raven Librarian raise his eyebrows in surprise, "I thought that was..."

"That is the power of my father!" Soltarn replied decisively.

"But it's not that we can't try to go back." The scout wearing dim green armor who had led them before said at this time, "I can re-plan a sneak route for everyone, but if we don't go through that tunnel, it depends on our The number of people may not be able to go too deep, because although the number of Iron Warrior defenders inside is not that large, there are still a large number of Dark Ohm Messiah believers working for Tolamino, and the number of them and their defense servitors is greatly increased. Filled the defense line of this fort."

Soltarn shook his head and turned to Lieutenant Colonel Leonid, who had been waiting for a long time.

"The Death Strike missile group has actually been prepared. I have also confirmed all the psychic beacons. There is no problem with the placement of the assault team, but I have to wait and see."

"What are you waiting for? My lord. Are you just waiting here and doing nothing? Those beacons may be discovered and deactivated at any time."

"Wrong. It's not just waiting." Soltarn put his hand on a large book with steel, silver and gold cover and leather paper that was recently hung on his waist. "So far, after advancing here, Only the last of the precious prophecies given to me by our Lord about this battle has not yet come true. I have a hunch that it will come true soon, and when it comes true we can..."

Everyone looked at each other in shock, but this kind of statement was quite common among the Eyes of Fear. Considering that Toramino they faced was also famous for his witchcraft, this kind of duel made people start to feel that there might be something unique about it.

"So what is the omen, my lord? Do we know?" Seraphas asked this question on behalf of others.

Soltarn carefully opened the book to that page and read out the word.

"Newborn. (Newborn.)"

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"Are we really going to jump?"

Uriel, Pasanius and Samokan were now standing next to the huge smelly sewage lake. At their feet were the bodies of the killed mutant guards and servitors lying on the ground.

"This is too disgusting..." Samokuan raised the tip of his skinless nose and made a face - the effect was very good in line with his current appearance. A chill ran down Pasanius's back just by making a face. The person himself does not know.

"Unless you can find a second way out faster, or you are willing to walk upwards, then the three of us will start from the elevator and kill the guard points of the heavily armed Chaos Space Marines." Uriel said unceremoniously. He pointed upward and said, "Our ability to get here like this is largely due to luck. I don't think the guard strength above will be any weaker than it is here now."

"Okay. Hopefully I can hold my breath long enough—"

They heard more noisy footsteps and the sound of weapons and metal limbs beating from a distance - apparently someone finally noticed the unusual silence in this area, and more fully armed guards came to check.

"Follow me!" Uriel shouted, jumping into the murky sewage lake first.

The fermented portion of the garbage, minced meat, and other rotten excrement of the entire fortress floated on the water, swirling below his chest, and as he began to swim toward the sluice, his ears heard two splashes. With the sound of diving, he knew that Pasanius and Samocuan had followed him.

Then they began to dive deep into the sewage. The underwater visibility here was extremely poor, but this poor environment also concealed their huge figures. The guards who rushed to the shore did not immediately notice them.

But two other bad things began to threaten his life: he vaguely saw that the part of the sluice gate under the water surface had sharp rotating blades, and it was working normally. Apparently, in order to prevent large bodies or other things from blocking the sewer pipes, the administrators set up something like a sewer grinder here - and to make matters worse, the sewage was too dirty, and the chemical composition of some unknown medicine and other corrosive liquids mixed in it began to sting Uriel's eyes, and any exposed part of his body that came into contact with the sewage began to feel a burning sensation.

The speed of the water flow increased slightly, and he began to feel some of the force of being sucked into the rotating vortex formed by the blades of the huge grinder - he focused on looking at the sluice gate, distinguishing the direction of the vortex water flow. Although these blades were sharp, they were very huge, and because they had been used for a long time, there was obviously some space on both sides of them where they were washed by the water flow, and the same should be true below. If he swam close to them, it was not impossible to avoid them, but his eyes and respiratory mucosa were now in great pain due to being in contact with the pool water for too long.

-Pain...? Damn it. He suddenly realized, Samokan, that kid didn't have any normal skin on his body that could resist this corrosive pool water! His jumping in was like jumping into a huge pool of acid - if he was in pain or even fainted, he wouldn't be able to pass the sluice gate by himself...

Uriel kicked hard and floated to the surface. He was already quite far from the shore. He wiped his face and turned his head to look for his companions.

In front of him was a pile of messy human entrails, greasy and reflecting the light in the distance. The gas produced by the decay of the corpse made it easier for the biological remains to float on the water.

Uriel found that the things that were spinning with him in the cold darkness were all kinds of dead humans, from babies to space warriors. His neck was kissed by the cold and sticky skinless lips of the dead, and the skulls were lying on the dark water with their dead fish-like eyes, looking at him. The open jaws of the skulls seemed to be giving him a silent smile and invitation.

He resisted the extreme nausea and used his arms to push away the floating islands of rotten flesh while trying to keep himself in the water.

Thankfully, he finally saw Pasanius struggling to pull Samokwan, who seemed to have lost consciousness, not far behind him.

Uriel slapped the water desperately to try to attract their attention.

Pasanius swam towards him slowly. It was obviously not easy to swim in such water with a Space Marine. Uriel's three lungs and trachea were now burning from overuse, but he finally got close to them before the sergeant and the boy missed him.

It was obviously not a good idea to talk here. In the sergeant's surprised eyes, Uriel wrapped the rosary around his neck around Samokwan's neck. As soon as this precious amulet left his body, an extreme chill and malice immediately enveloped Uriel, making him shudder.

He gestured to Pasanius and pointed at the gap at the bottom of the sluice, hoping that the other party could understand his meaning as much as possible. He only had one chance to test his ideas, and whether Pasanius and his men could pass through also depended on whether his ideas were correct.

After the blond sergeant nodded to him, Uriel took a deep breath of the rotten and smelly air here, and swam back to the grinder blades that were constantly stirring the water and turning large pieces of corpses into meat paste.

The roar and the sound of water filled his senses. At the moment when he finally dived to the deepest point, he located the edge of the blade by memory. Uriel felt the skin of his chest and abdomen rubbing against the rough stone floor of the cave entrance. He stretched himself as much as possible and pushed hard——