Chapter 511 Rebirth From the Ashes: Iron Knight
The blazing sun shone dimly on the desert. Scarlet rocks and Sally released rolling heat waves under high temperature. The endless red wall stretched to the end of the horizon.
This is very common in the hive world. The industrial pollution, resource development and huge population from the hive have already drained everything from this planet. The forests have faded, the rivers have stopped flowing, and the mountains are left with only bare skeletons. Even the ocean has disappeared, leaving only this barren desert.
The blazing sun shines on the eyeballs, reflecting the light. The film slides from the corner of the eye with the blinking of the eyelids. The lizard lies on the rock, turning its eyes to observe the surrounding environment. Suddenly, the rolling sand and dust from afar attracts its attention.
It turned in that direction, and its eyes turned up and down to stare at that direction. Sandstorms are too common in this land, just like heavy rains in summer, which can happen at any time. At first, the lizard didn't notice anything different, but soon, it knew it was wrong.
When the lizard saw the object in front of the sandstorm, it immediately climbed back down the rock, but it was still not fast enough. Tall armored motorcycles that were faster and more agile than it roared past the rock, and there were not just one, but dozens or even hundreds of them.
The armored motorcycles rushed past together, and the shock wave caused rolled the cricket off the stone. It fell with the wind, hit a motorcycle, and then fell on the ground in front, but before it could raise its head, it was crushed by the tall wheel with spikes attached.
The incomplete body of the lizard rolled up with the rotation of the tire. It stuck to the wheel and became more and more broken with each rotation, but this did not attract the attention of the person sitting on the seat.
The rider wearing a winged helmet straddled the motorcycle, his back leaning on the back of the chair decorated with wings, his hands holding the accelerator, and as he turned, the oncoming wind from the Gobi Desert blew on the surface of his helmet.
The white robe on his shoulders fluttered backwards, dancing in the wind as the motorcycle sped, and behind him, more white robes were also flying in the air, forming a white ocean on this red land.
The motorcycle was running behind him, and the rider raised an arm. Immediately, two motorcycles drove up from behind, and the two riders were on the left and right sides, looking at the leader.
"Go out for reconnaissance and find out the situation of the fortress." He said, and his voice was accurately transmitted through the communication channel in the helmet. The two riders nodded immediately, then turned the steering wheel sharply and left the convoy, rushing into the depths of the Gobi Desert with the billowing dust.
Lancelot looked at them from behind the display screen of the helmet, then raised his finger and waved it suddenly in the air, "Release the drone, lead the way forward."
His order was immediately implemented. The riders carrying sidecar boxes on both sides of the motorcycles in the convoy opened the boxes. With a series of clicks on the screen on the motorcycle, the drones in the boxes on both sides immediately took off, flapping their propeller wings and rushing out of the dust raised by the convoy.
They flew over Lancelot's head and drove away. He looked at them and then sat on the back of the motorcycle. He held the handlebars in front of him with both hands high. The motorcycle roared and rushed to the horizon with the huge armored team behind it.
These riders rode war horses, not horses like the knights in the feudal world, but steel war horses made of steel and drive shafts. They did not eat grass and carrots, but power fuel.
The motorcycle team galloped across the desert, raising yellow sand all over the sky behind their tires. Lancelot leaned on the back of the motorcycle, and the sunlight from the sky was reflected on his helmet.
There was a burst of gunfire from afar. Lancelot looked in that direction, and the communicator in his helmet also rang. "Captain, the drone found that a group of Astra Militarum soldiers ahead were protecting the refugee team evacuated from the fourth nest, and the Chaos heretics were besieging them."
"Elion, let them repent." Lancelot whispered, and this was a clear order. The echo came from the communication, and the motorcycle team behind him immediately began to change formation.
Lancelot turned the steering wheel suddenly, and as his motorcycle turned in the desert, the huge team following behind him began to turn one after another, like a big snake swinging its tail in the desert.
In the convoy not far away, the Astra Militarum soldier was holding a gun and firing. His laser gun shot at a heretic in the distance. The mortal traitor immediately fell backwards, and another traitor next to him fired a shot, knocking the Astra Militarum soldier behind the car to the ground.
The private soldier of the Astra Militarum standing by looked at his fallen companion in surprise. The refugees behind him screamed at him. The sound of laser guns hitting the car body was like raindrops in a rainstorm. The Astra Militarum looked at the refugees behind him and rushed to the front of the car with his gun.
He stuck his head out and saw the traitors approaching outside. They kept shooting red beams. Among them, a plasma shot hit another car on the side, which immediately blew up the bus and rolled to the ground with flames.
The screams of women and the crying of children were instantly louder than the sound of gunfire. The Astra Militarum looked at them and turned his head. Suddenly, a heavy footstep came from the hood of the car in front of him. He looked up and saw the huge shadow blocking the sunlight.
The demon standing on the hood of the car opened its bloody mouth, and its long tongue protruded from between its teeth. The Star Army looked at him with wide eyes and raised its gun instantly, while the refugees hiding behind the car behind him screamed like a group of frightened birds.
The Star Army aimed at the demon, but just before he fired, a huge shadow rushed over his head. He raised his head and looked at the steel body with dust passing over his head in the sun.
The wheel hit the demon's face and knocked the monster away. The Star Army widened his eyes and looked at the motorcycle that flew over his head and fell to the ground. It swung left and right on the ground, and the wheels then turned rapidly with the throttle. After spewing out a huge amount of mud from under the wheels, it straightened its posture and rushed forward.
The Star Army raised its head and looked at more flying motorcycles with the refugees. They roared out from the slope on the side of the bus, jumping over their heads like a group of wild horses, and then fell in front of the convoy.
The heretic holding the plasma cannon looked at the motorcycle rushing towards him. His eyes widened, and then he suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the speeding motorcycle, but the rider instantly drew out the shining knight's sword, jumped out of the seat sideways and swung it violently. The blade broke out from the smoke and cut off half of his waist at once.
The plasma was cut off by the blade, and then it instantly overloaded and exploded. The blue ion flame instantly rose up. In the bright firelight, the motorcycle carrying his rider rushed out, and more motorcycles rushed out in the flames behind him.
Lancelot held the sword in one hand and the handlebars in the other hand. He pulled the trigger on it, and the double-loaded grenade gun at the front of the car immediately opened fire and roared. The whistling bombs instantly shattered countless traitors and demons in front of them.
Their bodies exploded and cracked backwards, and then they were splashed on the ground at once. The tall wheels of the motorcycle rolled over them. A mortal traitor who was not yet dead looked at the tire that was pressing on him and shut up in a scream.
Lancelot's body shook up and down. He held the handlebars, turned the throttle quickly and rushed past a bloodletter. He rotated the knight's sword with one hand, activated the stance suddenly, and slashed through the demon's chest with one sword.
He sat up, spun the sword with one hand, bent down and chopped down the demon on the other side. The explosive bomb roared with the fingers holding the handlebars, and continuously shot at anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in the straight line in front of him. Whether it was a person or a demon, they all fell under the wheels, and the flesh and blood were flying under the heavy armored motorcycle.
Suddenly, there was a roar of steel in front. A Khorne warrior in red armor roared, pulled out the battle axe that had chopped a dead guard, turned over and sat on his steel bull, pulled up the iron chain and kicked the iron bull's abdomen with his legs, and the demon engine roared and rushed up.
Lancelot looked at him, lowered his head suddenly, and pointed his knight's sword forward. He also drove the MTR warhorse he was sitting on forward like the Steel Bull Knight.
The Steel Bull and the Iron Horse rushed towards each other, the Steel Bull Knight raised the battle axe in his hand and roared continuously, and Lancelot also silently raised the knight's sword, a cold light flashed, and the two passed by.
The moment just now lasted only a moment, and the speed was completely invisible to the naked eye, but the end was that the roaring Steel Bull Knight stopped, he sat on the back of his mount, and a flashing red line appeared on his chest as his upper body slid. He looked at his chest and then fell to the ground.
His lower body was still sitting on the back of the Steel Bull. The demon engine raised its head and looked at its rider, but soon, motorcycles on both sides of it whizzed past, and the rider sitting on the back of the car held a power spear and suddenly stabbed it into the gap exposed when the Steel Bull turned its neck.
The tip of the spear pierced out from the other side, the steel bull wailed, and blood-like flames protruded from its mouth. Then the rider who passed by quickly on the other side pulled out a plasma pistol and shot into the steel bull's mouth when rushing past. The neck of the demon engine swelled up instantly, and the plasma blew off its head.
The demon head flew out, fell from the air, and hit the side of Lancelot. He rode a motorcycle and rushed past the steel bull's head.
There was nothing in front of Lancelot. Only countless broken limbs and fragments were left on the desert. Behind him, the Astartes team in formation caught up and followed behind to both sides, like a steel wall, a moving wall.
The rider riding beside Lancelot held up his spear with one hand, and the flag of the war group was flying on the tip of his spear. Behind him, more spears were held high, and flags were flying in the air.
"Captain." The voice on the communication channel overwhelmed the roar of the surrounding engines and the roar of the wheels rolling over the ground. Lancelot tilted his head slightly, "Scouting team?"
"Yes, Captain, we found some...strange things, traitors in Raven Castle, they are wearing our armor."
"Our armor?"
"Yes, Captain, they are wearing gray-green armor, winged helmets and knight swords, and on their cloaks there are..."
The communication channel was suddenly cut off, replaced by a rustling sound. Lancelot frowned. Someone was disturbing them. Suddenly, a huge shadow passed over his head. He raised his head and saw the Stormbird fighter plane whizzing past.
There was more than one. The Stormbird squadron instantly passed over the convoy and flew towards the fortress in the distance. Lancelot raised his head and saw the double-winged holy sword logo on the wing in the sun, the logo of the Dark Angels Mother Group.
"Our people?" Lancelot said in surprise, but before he could get in touch with the fighter, one of them dropped a bomb, which fell on the sprinting convoy. Lancelot stared at the bomb with wide eyes.
The thing exploded, and a group of static positions were released instantly, engulfing Lancelot and the soldiers. In the blink of an eye, they all stopped, the wheels of the motorcycle stopped instantly, and the body of the motorcycle running forward solidified in the air, even the flying flag was frozen.
Lancelot's body was unable to move instantly. He couldn't speak or do anything, but his vision remained normal. The eyes under his helmet looked at the storm bird squadron flying towards the fortress in the distance. They rushed low and flew towards the fortress at a rapid speed.
After a long time, the static stance was invalid. Lancelot's motorcycle started working again. He turned the throttle suddenly to accelerate and rushed towards the open city gate. However, the storm birds had all taken off and left. He looked at the fighter plane flying overhead, the fighter plane of the mother group.
He quickly rushed to the city gate, and the motorcycle stopped with a swing. Lancelot sat on the seat and looked around the empty fortress hall. Others behind him also rushed in. The tires of the motorcycles made a sharp stop sound on the ground.
The warriors drew their weapons and pointed them around, but there was no enemy for them to deal with. Yes, there was not a single one. Lancelot looked around. The entire fortress was empty and quiet as if no one had ever stayed here.
He scanned the surrounding environment and tried to find clues carefully, but he found nothing at all. Not to mention people, there was not even a trace of fighting. There were no bodies or weapons left.
"Didn't they say there are enemies here?" A soldier muttered quietly, but he forgot to turn off the communicator. The voice reached Lancelot. He frowned and looked sideways at the company commander on the motorcycle behind him.
"Where is the reconnaissance team?" "We lost contact. All communications have just been cut off. Sir, what happened here?" The company commander asked, but Lancelot did not answer. He looked at the empty hall and was silent for a moment.
"Report, tell them that we have taken the fortress and the sky is ours."
"Yes, sir."
The company commander immediately signaled the signalman carrying the radio to pass on the message. Amid the clicking of the radio, Lancelot looked at a piece of tattered cloth among the rubble beside him, with the Roman numeral II on it.