Chapter 216 The Militilia Terror Incident

The wind direction is changing. The streets are full of criticism and the Imperial Guards are invading in large numbers. In Lemanus, the courtyard of the former Governor of the Forge is the core of the world.

Interestingly, the anger of the residents of the hive is not crazy. Although they are angry, they are more afraid. Unexpectedly, their feelings towards the Governor of the Forge are very complicated, but the major hive forces and families are flocking to them.

The Governor of the Forge is a tyrant to them. He cuts off interests, oppresses, and uses violence. When the Imperial Guards find a handle, everyone will push down the wall.

The monsoon of fate is so capricious. In just less than two days, or more than a day, that is, the standard 37-40 Terra hours, the place has become turned upside down.

At this moment in the state church, the senior officers of the Imperial Guards and four Astartes monks are wearing their war equipment and standing in front of the coffin, but there is nothing in the densely packed coffins, there are more than a dozen dog tags, and many sets of clothes that look ordinary or even rough.

The skulls inlaid in the church were staring at the east in the light, and the priests wearing huge religious hats were singing the praises of the brave heroes. "The Emperor is here, they have no father or mother, but they know that their fathers are all heroes, nurtured by the Empire, not afraid of sacrifice, they are warriors, heroes, sacrifices, monks, martyrs!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory! It's the Emperor!"

"It's all because of the Emperor's grace, so that the toilers can raise their backs and rest, let the exhausted people get peace, and let those who are constantly at war sleep in the coffin, praising the Emperor."

He opened the heavy scriptures, and the skull symbol of honor on it was copied from a real person's head, pasted on the coffin, and matched with the bones in front of it to prove its loyalty and absolute obedience.

The Imperial Guards were not gods, they could not repair the bodies destroyed by the high-temperature explosion, so they could only use their belongings to replace the Stormtroopers. They had no relatives or parents, so they could only pick up a set of clothes from their thin and few clothes.

Zaixiao did not believe that the soul needed such a ceremony to be respected by the Emperor, but he had to admit that it was the best reward for the heroes. Even if they were given honors or a fortune, it would be useless for the Stormtroopers.

They had nothing but were more determined and powerful than anyone else. God Emperor bless them. How many great people like that can there be in the Empire? Looking at the drooling appearance of the state priest, Wai Xin thought it was good there. In that universe, he believed in the Emperor, but the heavy religious ceremonies and exchanges made his body, which was already tired from the war, even worse.

The warm light of the stars shone in the stained glass of the church, and the heroes in the tombs were slowly lifted to the cemetery. It was an unparalleled honor to be buried in the Imperial Church. Those who saved the Space Marines were also sent into the soil by the Astartes.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust, the Emperor is here, the dead rest!"

After the first few bytes of the long scripture popped out, the officers of the Imperial Guard had to throw themselves into a new war without even mourning. When the wall fell, everyone pushed it, but the most core thing needed the most powerful force to defeat it.

The Mechanicus Casting Governor's Mansion, which spread throughout the core area of ​​the hive and connected to the geothermal source, was the only main hive area that the Imperial Guard had not occupied.

The marching residents and the personal soldiers of the lords and nobles from all over the place, the troops commonly known as PDF and the marching Imperial Guard had gathered in the short but terrifying black spire.

That was a complete killing machine fortress, with a large void shield and a thick armor layer, a light spear to defend against orbital attacks and a close defense cannon. The most important thing was to deal with those damn traitors and servitors. Nothing was more practical than having more people. Manpower was the foundation for the operation of such a huge equipment.

Well-trained cultists and terrible heavy machine servants were on standby at the design hole, and the civilian parade troops also carried guns. It can be said that the war had already started before the Imperial Guard came.

The rioting crowd was driven by the disappearance of relatives, the disappearance of ruthless people, evil experiments, religion or emotions to attack forward crazily. They were all imperial citizens who worshipped force. Automatic guns were almost their standard weapons. Bombs and individual leg mines that flowed into the black market were even more powerful weapons.

Soon, the shooting followed one after another, heavy bombs, automatic guns, logging guns, blood, gunpowder, fighting, although there was no guidance from the eight-pointed star, and it seemed to have nothing to do with the subspace, but he was indeed, indeed, a tyrant traitor.

Whether it was PDF or the imperial citizens, at this moment, they were all flesh and blood that were broken by guns. Those cultists came from the hive world. The food of the castle was all produced by Weiner. They were linked together, but the original core resources all made up the things of the huge courtyard castle.

Its walls are protected by void shields to withstand orbital bombardment, have extensive curtain walls to withstand direct attack, and are surrounded by a vast network of laser defenses, making any attack from spacecraft suicidal.

Those laser defenses are also useful for attacking ground targets, all roads leading to the castle are protected by interlocking force fields, and the vast open space around the castle is surrounded by three circular lines of defense.

Those measures protect warehouses, trenches, lines, bunkers, support points, and pre-prepared artillery positions from invaders, and the three lines of defense are protected by barbed wire, anti-tank trenches, and thousands of minefields.

Any army attempting to attack Udon will be stuck and annihilated.

Therefore, the Forge Governor is still confident. The castle is enough to withstand the expected attacks of the professional Imperial Guard for thousands of years. Even if the entire world is against him, even the entire empire is the same. To the east of it, there are huge bunkers and machines. Warehouse is used to store weapons, ammunition, fuel, clothing and other materials, and various materials.

At the core, Governor Quofu hired a captive group of interstellar pirates. They could use Didong's huge equipment to leave the world from outside the hive and plunder enough supplies.

For a long time, light and dark materials have been accumulated here, including hundreds of thousands of servitors and hundreds of thousands of cultists, and the ancient castle called Udun has turned into a huge arsenal.

The huge spider-like body was constantly operating and commanding the huge war machine in the center of the castle. To the sage, it was more like a game.

But compared to Ru Ming's petty troubles, he prefers to build the pinnacle of power by himself, a heavy tank modeled after the biotechnology of the Zerg and Dark Eldar. The chassis is no different from the Emperor's Baneblade, but the main gun is full of corrosiveness. The venom monster is, to be precise, a severely modified biological weapon.

It's hard to tell what its prototype is, but the huge and terrifying monster looks a bit like a Zerg cannon bug, but also has the style of a Bloodling.

That gothic, spiky monstrous creature squirmed its solid exoskeleton and made a crazy twisting sound until several well-trained drivers entered from the modified chassis and controlled the system, which was similar to controlling Crazy Glo. Beast equipment.

In any case, when they stepped into it, the huge monster came quietly. The electromagnetic and neural control equipment made the twisted and painful monster completely silent. Because of the extremely terrifying acidic substances stored in its body, it caused its The body is trapped in an endless cycle of destruction, melting, and regeneration.

It certainly does not have the ability to be mass-produced. Not to mention how terrible the materials required to cast it are. Just because the body rots, the biomass required for regeneration is astronomical, and the equipment and technology needed to input those things are also not high. An ordinary mechanical priest can afford it.

That grotesque and vicious creature was born as Governor Melkor's personal toy, for no other reason than that he forged it because he had the power and ability to squander it so much.

With no fear, he gathered the resources of the three worlds and used countless legs, commerce or plunder, so that many of the riches in that sector were turned into a part of the thick adamantium of Udun's walls, which it did not possess. The decorative features and most of the equipment were on the east side, so no one doubted how a governor could build such a behemoth.

At this moment, his madness and greed were more obvious. The arrival of the Red Corsairs gave him unlimited rights. After plundering the escaping Imperial Guard and most of the commercial ships so far, and being rewarded by the Red Pirates for the achievements and strategic position of the rebellion, that The arrogant guy came extremely crazy.

That special poison blade was born from this. The thick armor or the roaring servo slowly moved forward, and the holy imperial engine was so defiled that it was extremely ugly.

But its machine soul has long been transformed into a mess. Driven by the chaotic biological will and the engine, it is no longer difficult for the Imperial Guard's poison blade to fire at the people it once protected.

Passing through the trenches and walls, the black muzzle of the cannon was poked out from the fine gold. There was no warning or prompt. The roaring and sizzling sound was similar to hot melt, but it was far away and large, because it was not measurable and would not spread. And there is no infantry weapon that can melt people with just one drop.

The fire-breathing tanks that once existed in Ancient Terra into the Ming Dynasty are nothing compared to its crazy toxins. The chaotic death plays a terrible symphony with the sound of human body corruption.

And with luck in the cruelty, those poor people did not feel pain. Instead, they instantly merged with the pit of fluid sunken into the ground and turned into a ball of biomass that was easy to absorb. The heavy tank drove out and then crashed into it, like a The small beasts that have preyed on it are particularly deadly, greedily absorbing the liquid inside, even if the huge death and inorganic melting caused by the shot can bury the entire poison blade's huge body.

Such madness is not ruthless in the eyes of the founding governor. His ruthless work is coquettish and displays its desire.

The mortals looked at the monster in surprise, and still had the courage to shoot at it, but the automatic guns and those useless shell ejectors were too weak to break through the defense.

The projectiles bounced off the thick exoskeleton and armor of the evil creation, unable to even create anything that could be called a trace. On the contrary, one shot from the monster poison blade was enough to evaporate hundreds of people.

Fear and madness spread among the marching troops. Some big men showed off the emperor's blessing, or worshiped the name of a pope he knew by mistake.

Faith could not guarantee their survival. The tens of thousands of people marching in the square disappeared very quickly, even in an instant. There were a few lucky people who witnessed the killings and huddled in the corner almost crazy.

The cubs returned to their nests, and the governor rejoiced. Tens of thousands of kilograms of biomass could be saved that time. In his eyes, life was just an accident of meaningless organisms mixed together, and his noble artificial creatures were special and beautiful. They were born. The great difference of mission.

Looking at his child who was never confused, the sage, the governor, he flashed with sadness, because he had a bad fate and doubted his faith. When he was a child, he was born on Mars, and his parents didn't know it. Fortunately, he had no obvious mutation, but he The small scales on his body told him whether he was a hybrid born from a mutant.

The climate on Mars is terrible, and everyone he sees is a non-human who has abandoned his physical body. He survived by hiding in a heavy lead pipe that excreted chemicals. Radiation once made him non-human, but knowledge was the only thing that helped him grow up.

If it weren't for his talent in genetic modification, he would never have changed his appearance. The non-human radiation mutation would have burned him to ashes countless times by the Inquisition.

At this moment, he is in a high position, bringing happiness to countless people, but he is in chaos because of the arrival of the Space Marines and the Imperial Guard. He could have created more children. Those creatures are born beautiful, not as ugly as him, and they would not doubt whether their fate is redundant.

Because, life is so fragile, everything is not worth it…

When the engines and soldiers of the Imperial Guard arrived there, there was no noise or welcome in that hell, only rustling and scattered, with crazy people crying or hitting the wall meaninglessly on the street. There was a huge open space near the castle, in front of the trench, outside the fortress, and shocking holes.

The funnel-like thing made the sergeant who destroyed the falcon feel scared, and sweat dripped down. The weather in that world was mild, but it was cold at the moment, unforgettable.

The story of the empire forcing the perverted genius to use his whole life to avenge his father, even though it was insignificant to the huge empire, and even after the Imperial Guard conquered or destroyed that world, only a few vague records of the heresy were left.

But for the citizens of that world, tomorrow they realized how terrible the usually mild governor was. Some survivors who were lucky enough to regain their sanity under the blessing of the Emperor's light told the bizarre stories they had seen and heard.

Whether it was the Imperial Guard or the Space Marines, or even the people living in that Forge World, they were all terrified by that monster. They gave it a name, which was the local dialect, Yug. The original meaning was the transliteration of the dairy product inherited from ancient Terra, and its name meant that it could turn everything in that world into soft and sticky "Yug" and then swallow it all.

No, he was making a joke ()

Respectively, the rat in the wall of the shadow of Smouth beyond time and the Widgeton horror incident

So, it was Cthulhu (seriously)