Chapter 125 Dialogue and Respective Back-Up Plans

"Have you heard the beautiful sound of the cannon? Captain Christen."

In the prison cell on the Heart of Honor, Yutas and Christen, separated by a layer of position locks, were having a conversation between two Astartes captains.

"You. Don't keep your word. You never really wanted to let us live."

Captain Christen, exhausted by torture, raised his head and looked at Yutas outside the prison.

"No, no, no, that short-lived mortal still wants you to survive, otherwise why would he go to such great lengths to negotiate with you? But I'm different, I don't want you to survive."

Yutas's cold voice clearly conveyed his hostility to Christen's ears through the loudspeaker of the helmet.

"Why! We are both Astartes! We... are brothers."

Christen looked at Yutas, who was one step away, puzzled. The war eagle on his body, which was also the symbol of the Empire, the skull symbolizing purity, and even the rare bright yellow paint on the power armor, seemed so strange at this moment.

"Brother? When did we ever exist? Where were you when we didn't even have basic medicines after the mission and watched our comrades die?

When we didn't even have a ceramic supplement and could only eat those inferior Astra Militarum rations, where were you?

When we fought for the Empire to the end and the whole company couldn't even get a set of undamaged power armor together, where were you?

When did we ever have brothers! We didn't even have a mother group!

When did you ever regard us as brothers! You didn't even have the desire to look at us straight in the eye!

Have you forgotten our mission on the forge world of Grea? It's only been 300 years, you won't forget it, right?

How did you and your brothers treat us who came from most of the star field?

1,000 rounds of explosive shells. You don't remember, but I remember it clearly.

Give these bastards who don't even know who the father of genes is, this is enough. Isn't this what you said?

Brother, ha! Brother!"

Utas gritted his teeth and said this, making Christen, who was also angry, lower his head dejectedly.

"You have taken the wrong path, my brother. Even if you hate me, those Astra Militarum are innocent. And the instinct flowing in our blood does not allow us to kill each other."

"So what? I am not fighting you personally, and neither are my brothers. The bombardment in orbit will make you suffer long enough."

Utas said happily.

"That can't destroy us!" Christen struggled to raise his head, and his bloody eyes opened and looked at Jutus:

"When I knew you were coming, I had already ordered my brothers to find underground fortifications! If you want to destroy us, your hands must be stained with our blood!"

"No need!" Jutus interrupted Christen and said:

"This black ship of the Tribunal has been controlled by my people. You must know what is on it, right?"

"You! No, you won't succeed!"

Christen was first shocked and angry, then relieved. The corners of his cracked mouth raised up with difficulty, and he barely smiled:

"My adjutant, our champion swordsman will stop your conspiracy!"

"Your adjutant? Isn't he still on the ground? Are you confused? My dear Christen?"

Jutus laughed and walked out. He didn't want to care about this man who had lost his mind.

No matter how great the hatred is, after today, it can be written off in his Jutus.

As long as the two companies of the Goliath Legion here die, even if it is to make others shut up, the Inquisition will never allow anyone to survive on their home planet.

"Confused? Maybe, hehe...hehe...hehe..."

Christen lowered his head again and whispered to himself, and his eyes looked towards the distant bow.

On the aviation deck there, there was the Thunderhawk assault boat he took when he came, and there was also the last hope of their legion.

The colors that the human eye can recognize are limited, and so are the Astartes.

Even after the transformation surgery, the eyes of the Astartes have one more cone cell than normal humans, which can recognize one more primary color and ultraviolet light.

But this extra primary color cell can only provide the Astartes warriors with about dozens of additional visible colors.

So the colors they can see are just a little more, but not infinite.

Then the question is, after the successive military construction actions after the Extreme Military Construction, until today, 39 thousand years later, how many legions have appeared in the Empire's armed sequence?

The answer is that there is no accurate number.

So, putting aside this question, just think about it. If each established chapter has to choose a color as the main color of the power armor, will they have enough colors within their visual range?

The answer is no. The number of Astartes chapters established by the Empire far exceeds the number of visible colors of these superhuman warriors.

So there must be some chapters whose power armor is painted the same color, and the difference between them can only be distinguished by the chapter's logo and decoration.

Coincidentally, the two Astartes chapters in the Fedman system at this time are victims of this situation.

The paint colors chosen by the two regiments are exactly the same. The only difference is the torso armor and the decorations on the shoulder armor.

This gave the champion swordsman who had been hiding in Captain Christen's Thunderhawk a chance.

After he received the news that Captain Christen had been imprisoned, he automatically started the task he was given before boarding the ship with the captain:

"Once things change, destroy all the weapons of the ship as much as possible to buy time for the brothers on the ground to hide."

In fact, Augustine did so. His concealment lasted until the first round of light spears was fired at the surface.

When the light spears on the top of the ship were charged and started shooting at the surface; when the resonance sound of these high-energy lasers piercing the void and the atmosphere was transmitted to the apron on the deck, in the dark corner of the rear cabin of the Thunderhawk assault boat, a pair of killer eyes had been activated and opened.

No power armor, no weapons. But the body and will of the bare-handed champion swordsman are a masterpiece of the Emperor.

His danger will not be reduced by the lack of these external objects.

Any contempt for the naked 2.4-meter giant in front of him will cost one's life.

The two As'atas in front of him who belong to the malicious warriors are one of them.

When Augustine lurked out from the apron with a feminine pace like a cat, the first place he passed on the way to the weapon array of the Heart of Honor was the large hoisting workshop.

This is not only the maintenance and modification site of large equipment on the spacecraft, but also the final inspection and delivery point of large delivery devices.

It's no coincidence that in this hall on this black ship, which is usually not used and not many people exist in the past, a large group of slaves are busy under the instructions of technicians.

They are repeatedly confirming and adjusting the parameters for the warhead activation program before the delivery of a secondary virus bomb.

The two Astartes warriors standing high and pointing are all the supervisors of the malicious warriors for this task.

Augustus, who had just jumped out of the apron, was like a cat, at the farthest point of the malicious warrior's vision, stuck in the opponent's blind spot, and jumped into the messy pile of maintenance tools in the corner of the hall.

"Upper left, 90 degrees, 200 meters away. Two. Well, only two."

Augustine silently calculated the number of the most threatening units on the scene in his mind.

He pursed his lips, which were dry and cracked due to not drinking water for 48 hours, and smiled silently.

Such a task is not a difficult task in the standards of the internal champion selection of the chapter he has experienced.

Five minutes, three visual deceptions, two visual blind spots, Augustine, who was sweating profusely because of the high-intensity use of muscles, had already arrived at the feet of the two malicious warriors.

He panted softly and restrainedly, but a smile had already appeared on the corners of his mouth.

In his eyes, these two Astartes warriors who relaxed their vigilance were only one well-timed surprise attack away from death.

The rest will be left to time, not too long, not too long...

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