Chapter 228 Skadi's War Fortress, Lloyd

Chapter 228 Skadi's War Request, Lloyd

The Space Marines breathed heavily. That action was considered impolite and would expose themselves in the actions of the Astartes Codex, and was also rejected by most Imperial Chapters, but those traitors had no taboos and even used such actions to highlight their cruelty.

Those dark-colored armor with spikes, the shelter built by the Empire for them, the CSM (Chaos Space Marines) moved forward in a standard team of four, with messy steps and looking around.

Two people holding bolt guns, one using a plasma rifle, holding a chainsaw sword on his leg, and a captain wearing a thorn ring on his head, pressed the door of the east warehouse, and four fallen angels stepped in. The click of the power armor made people timid, but it was useless to the Skadi people.

"Boss, shoot him to death." The lieutenant loaded his carbine with a magazine. The void suit blocked the sound of their wrong words. The high sealing made the Space Marines unable to feel the vibration of the air. The space suit that originally blocked the Skadi people has now become a good thing.

Alanbair said. "Capture alive, they need intelligence, at least keep one."

"Capture alive?!" That sentence was repeated by about 6-7 officers in almost the same tone. Alanbair felt his eardrum tremble. The Empire equipment did not have any noise reduction or regulation, and it bombarded the eardrums of mortals like a subwoofer.

"Enough! Keep your voice down! What if the enemy finds out?!" Alanbair cursed unbearably. At this moment, other soldiers also came to their senses, and the Catachan Sergeant said. "Most of the soldiers have taken the people to seek refuge. The remaining elite troops can easily deal with the four. They can capture them alive..."

"That's not too much. They are in the dark. Everyone, they are the most powerful soldiers of the Imperial Guard. If they can't take down the four Chaos Space Marines, it means one thing, that humanity is doomed!" Alan Baier emphasized that this was a war between humans and demigods, and naturally there was no so-called hesitation. This was the way to solve the mystery of this world.

People's hearts were also restless. For the veterans of Skadi, the worship of giants had long disappeared. The myths they created themselves were no worse than those supermen. Why should they envy and worship them?

The mission order was crazy and terrible, but they were extremely excited. This proved the opportunity of the Imperial Guard, and it was an action that did not need to be changed even if it was written into the military affairs department's leg register.

Do it, ask to do it, should do it, several absurd ideas flashed through my mind, using mortal behavior to change that opportunity.

The plan was running in an orderly manner outside the Imperial Guard. The command of the Sun Lord was like a code that drove a huge machine, turning bulky things into practical steel giants.

The whole factory was silent and depressing. Hidden behind the ruins and metal creations, the Space Marines moved forward unconsciously. The void suits isolated their heartbeats and breathing. The elite of Skadi were ready to go, but they were not easy to be discovered. They could use their experience to reduce their voices to the lowest. The void suits isolated the sound and body temperature, allowing them to wait for the enemy to approach in the best condition.

The Chaos traitors moved forward vigilantly. When they gradually approached the heavy machines in the work area, a buzzing sound came out of the grid device, and the red spiked giant questioned his captain with dissatisfaction. "Are there really enemies there? Are those mortals slacking off and lying about military intelligence?"

He looked at the corpses of the cultists on the ground. In fact, this was not the first time that this happened. The Red Pirates were crazy about the exploitation. Some of the "simple folk customs" of the Empire loyalists in Skadi were almost religious lunatics who worshipped force and worked hard all their lives. They reached their limit today.

That kind of riot was very terrible. It could tear the troops apart in an instant, and therefore the demand for people to guard factories in various places also increased.

They suffered many similar attacks during that time, but those who escaped would not live long. There was no food there, and there was not enough oxygen to leave the factory area and the core area.

No large-scale fleet was detected to dock during that time, and the Imperial Expedition should not have arrived.

The captain leaned over and looked at the dead cultist's body. "The heat ray should be a weapon of the Mechanicus. Maybe it was done by those guys in the east. They are already very dissatisfied with their interference in the construction sequence."

"The design of the fortress was clearly requested by the Blackheart King to be built in the style of the Astartes Monastery, and the technical sergeant agreed. Now they are attacking their factory?"

"If the supply of raw materials is cut off, they will all die on that world! He doesn't like it!"

The Space Marine and his brother spoke. It seems that the contradiction has already arisen. The Red Pirates are not as disunited as before. Yes, it is better to say that the team led by the Sun Lord is a miracle. Even the empire will quarrel with each other because of material problems.

But at this moment, the State Religion, the Inquisition, the Space Marines, the Imperial Guard, and the largest departments of the Empire actually united to fight against foreign enemies. It is not a miracle.

Personal charm? Maybe it is really under the guidance of the Emperor. The huge empire can gather strength and smash the iron fist to the enemy in despair. It is a rare miracle in the history of human civilization.

Now the Imperial Guards noticed that when the traitors were making noise, their attention was already distracted. There was an opportunity, and the rustling sound was very small but existed. If they had not withdrawn from the combat state, the Imperial Guards could not get close.

Alan Bayer took out his firearm and mistakenly followed the orders discussed by Dongda before other soldiers. "Boy Lytling, Sergeant Catachan, shoot the captain's limbs with him, boy Lytling's right leg, Sergeant Major's left leg, leave the rest to him."

Said the Lytlin boy. "Boss, how can I break two legs by myself?"

Without saying a word, the Master Chief thought about how to shoot at the same time and tear apart the legs and arms of a super soldier in an instant. The difficulty was no less than using his leg fingers to pull out a whole piece of meat from a tiger's mouth.

Yes, if you can get a whole Glomon!

In comparison, the mission of the Sun Lords may not be completely impossible. For them, killing a tiger with bare legs and empty fists is like killing a Space Marine, but if they can catch one alive, it will be twice as difficult. Beijianjia…

But they will never blindly obey the orders of the Sun Lord. They know that it is a no-no. The opportunity to create history is right in front of them. The time to retake their homeland is now. If you want to shoot, you can't hesitate.

Bang bang bang, flames and bullets penetrated the thin air and exploded in the sweltering factory. Fierce firefights followed. The gaps and fire suppression were surprisingly fast.

And whether that thing happened in an instant, in the eyes of the Space Marines, the light of the firearms flashed, and the fire suppression followed. They could not only react, but also use their strong leg and arm armor to resist the attack and find cover.

But that time was different. Two surprisingly accurate shots pierced the weak armor joints of the captain's legs and arms. To be precise, it was a moment beyond Superman's reaction. In the end, even if the Space Marines were not material, they were still not material. composed of things.

The strong heat rays melted the weak spots in the armor of his legs and arms, which would make it impossible to maintain flexibility. Even if the Empire's most advanced armor was used, the joints would still reduce the defense. Firearms that could usually penetrate the ceramite armor would be unscrupulous like this. The whole Space Marine's legs and arms were blown off.

It happened suddenly, but the captain still calmly approached the bunker, and instantly used his body to throw his blown legs and arms to nearby teammates, hoping that he could return to the base in a short time, and the pharmacist would probably allow him to continue fighting.

At the same time, anger mixed with fear appeared in his mind, and his thoughts kept thinking about whether something could stop the Space Marines so that they could not detect them and be intercepted at close range.

But the continuous heat rays like raindrops fell to the east, and the intense firepower caused the Chaos Space Marines to be evaporated in an instant. The captain watched his teammates turn into a pile of mud, and the horse was thrust into the chain sword on the ground. He needed to commit suicide.

Death is a small matter, but being caught is a big deal. Honor and all perseverance will disappear, and the roaring power sword is enough to break his helmet and cut his head!

Such behavior made the Sun Lord hesitate a little in his aiming movements. It was wrong for that bloody man. He didn't want to be so cruel, but he had decided to get the information from that man's mouth, so he had to suffer the shame!

Aim, shoot, activate the relic gun's overload, and the intense heat ray drains the entire energy source of the battery in an instant. The relic of the dark age makes a pitiful roar. That's why the Sun Lord doesn't like to use that move.

There are melta guns to break armor and destroy vehicles, heat rays to snipe and kill infantry, and gravity guns to control enemy movements and kill a large number of infantry. Overloading will empty the ammunition instantly, and the weapon will bear a huge burden. In that era, it could There is no priest who can fix it!

The price is high and the power is great. In an instant, the fierce heat can tear apart the air, leaving a distorted ground feeling similar to that of hot weather, and a sizzling sound similar to hot melt. It dissipates in response, and the entire space warrior's body is Eastern body.

The entire Skadi regiment was frightened by the attack from the main gun of the land vehicle. Although the battery ammunition was enough to emit such power, whether it could emit and the firearm could withstand it was another matter. After all, the main battle tank gun also had Although the gun is thick, it requires a huge cannon the size of a human to fire it.

Such overloading is not a prerogative of the weapon, nor does it mean that human technology in the Dark Ages can also achieve distortions similar to the spiritual power and green skinned waaagh attitude in physical reality.

The Boskadi people don't understand this, so they think the boss is so thick, so big, and so fierce.

Alan Bayer wiped the muzzle of the gun heartbrokenly, thinking about how to maintain it so that the baby could be used for a few more years, while cursing at the stunned boys. "What are you looking at? Go and lift that guy over. Wrong, put on earplugs and turn on the sound isolation of the void suit. Don't deny how powerful the throat of the Space Marine is."

"Wrong. I heard that some old-model Space Marines would spit out corrosive saliva to help them escape from special situations. They would then pull out their helmets and stuff an iron block or something into their mouths."

Although it is a bit doubtful whether there is a sexual orientation problem, it is better than being smeared with corrosive saliva. Alan Bair is not alarmist. I heard that during the Great Crusade, some chapters would indeed ask for such transformation. .

But fortunately, there was no danger. According to the Sun Lord's earnest teachings, it is very clear that the immobile Space Marine did not have much combat effectiveness. He only injured three veterans and tied him up.

The shape of the man who was tied up with heavy industrial iron chains and had an iron ball stuffed into his mouth and fixed with steel wires was inevitably uncomfortable. In addition, the old thing's cheeks were distorted and mutated by the filth of subspace, as if they were burned.

Even the knowledgeable Sun Lord had to be disgusted. When he walked in front of his trophy with a bench and pulled away, begging the soldiers to take off his oral restraint, the Chaos Space Marine said.

"Sun Lord, he knew he should have done me..." His mouth was a little shaky, and he didn't know if it was because of the mutation that he was restrained for too long.

"I didn't expect that I was so timid." He looked at the Sun Lord who was about 40 meters away and holding a boarding explosion-proof shield, and his heart couldn't help but laugh. He was almost the same as the Black Heart King.

"There are so many elite soldiers there! You dare not approach him?" He emphasized, as if he could get the upper hand, and Alan Baier just said a word to break the defense of the old man.

"The Emperor hoped that after the Great Crusade, Space Marines could become teachers, artists, and doctors, and use their knowledge to help human civilization enter a true golden age, but I betrayed my brother, my father, and my creator." Alanbear told the truth, and the Space Marine suddenly laughed.

"How could the Emperor treat them as props?" He couldn't believe his ears. Although it was not the first time someone had put forward that view, his thousands of years of deep-rooted ideas would never change.

"How can I explain the Thousand Sons and the atrocities of the Space Dogs?" He realized that the person in front of him knew a lot. He spoke the most profound things he remembered when he served. Even after many years, his thoughts had been polluted by Chaos, but he still remembered that thing clearly. Even though he could not remember the names of his biological parents and the food he liked as a mortal, he still remembered that thing.

Alanbear said. "Look at my armor. Is it the World Eaters?"

"So what?" The Space Marine Captain began to get impatient. He was like Ming, he couldn't even commit suicide, which was quite humiliating.

Alanbear said. "I should know my father's problem. He is not a butcher. It is because the equipment of the Dark Ages destroyed him. The Emperor does not blame me. I betrayed because my brother betrayed me. The Emperor will not blame me."

During the Great Crusade, most Space Marines did not know what happened. They just followed the Primarch. When Chaos polluted their minds, the protectors were completely corrupted. They were distrustful of the Emperor's divinity and concealment, which made them like this. At this moment, Alanbar told the truth, and the hesitant Space Marine lowered his head.

In his mind, the whispers of the Warp appeared. It was a weird thing composed of many illusions and confusions. It told him that the Corpse Emperor was hypocritical and the Sun Lord was cowardly. Don't be fooled by lies!

The World Eaters veteran struggled, but Alanbar approached at this moment. He knew that the guy would not spit acid, so he had the courage to approach, but this action made him confused.

Is what the mortal said true? Although he spent a lot of his ten thousand years in the warp, he still knows better than most people what is true and what is false, plus thousands of years of thinking about the betrayal and what he saw and heard in the warp...

Alanbair didn't know his struggle, so he spoke. "Now, tell him what happened there, and he will let me return to the east of the Golden Throne to atone for my brother."

Suddenly, the whispers in the warp dissipated, and the captain saw a silver sun in front of him, with a depressed look, as if he saw the emperor who once walked on Terra...

"He...they...the Red Corsair..."

"Yes, Red Corsair, yes, his brothers, his brothers, are..."

"They are perfecting the giant fortress called Lloyd in the east of Skadi, which was once researched and forged by the Empire. It can turn it into a terrible fortress in the fortress world... The location is east of the ice mine!" He was conscious, and then told the truth, and then the black muzzle of the gun pointed at his head.

"Thank you for your cooperation. The record is now finished. Go see the Emperor, my brother who has taken the wrong path." The Sun Lord said, and with a bang, the lights went up in the factory, unwilling to disperse for a long time, as if he was lingering for the resentful spirits in the mortal world.