Chapter 240 Conflict, Contradiction, Civil Unrest, War

Chapter 240 Conflict, Contradiction, Foreign Rebellion, War

It doesn’t take much of a gap and change to go from a high position to being ignored. When the mortals who once worshipped the giants became indifferent, the actions and rituals of worshiping them became slow and paused. The death of those brothers stained their prelude to war with shame.

When the towering sentry tower of the castle was in the sky, the Space Marines wanted to return to their positions, but were stopped by the electronic worms (derogatory term) and gear boys of the Mechanicus. The arrogant warriors made a hissing and angry sound with the grid device. "Let them pass, the Mechanicus, or he will let me see what my mechanical spine looks like."

They are not easy to mess with, but the mechanical priest did not move and spoke again. "They don't have that many guns. Sorry, demigods. According to the order issued by the Governor, from now on, we are no longer qualified to enter the defense system."

"Why? Give him an answer, Gear Boy, or I'll break your head." The Space Marine veteran used his explosive bomb to press against the head of the man in front of him. There is no doubt that if the priest's answer is not satisfactory, then his head will learn to fly.

The priest still spit out the voice composed of almost emotionless electrical signals. The disgusting mechanical structure and the oil overflowing from it all represent his "calmness". If you spend more time with those guys, you can see that the priest is not as calm as he seems.

The words composed of his electrical signals made the Space Marines put down their guns. It was not something very profound, but it once again mentioned the failure they had experienced and rejected them in the name of the sage.

For the Space Marines who live and die by war, saying that they cannot fight is like saying that men cannot have children and women cannot raise life. It is a huge questioning and insult to their own existence, which makes those giants clench their fists, but they also tolerate those things because they need to be under the same roof with the Mechanicus.

It must be said that after the Blackheart King took in the veterans of the warp, those traitors who were accustomed to the interference of Chaos regained the honor and discipline of the Space Marines. Although there is a big gap compared to the real imperial demigods, they only need to recover, which is not difficult, although it is definitely good news for the Imperial Guard.

Or that trace of reason led the Space Marines forward and pulled them back to their camp. The Astartes Monastery and the Astartes Monastery were specially reserved for them outside the castle, but they were different from the things of honor in the Empire. They were full of filth, disgusting words and runes, grotesque human skin creations or twisted iron spikes.

The symbol of the Emperor turned into the Chaos Eight-pointed Star, the towering colored glass turned bright red, the skull was gone, and there were terrible bright red candles burning with a faint light illuminating the place.

In the huge temple of the Order, Terminator Hagrid knelt on one knee and told the Chaos Gods about what happened during that period, but he felt his brother approaching.

"Why did you come back now? The horn of war has been blown. Even if you don't have weapons, you must use your fists to defeat those Imperial Guards." Veteran Hagrid emphasized that, as if that was their only chance to avenge their previous shame during that period, and why the Space Marines attached so much importance to the external defense of the castle.

If they missed that opportunity again, they would have to face the real lack of weapons. Now they were on the wall, and those mortals dared not lend them automatic weapons. Although the logging gun was like a toy, it was better than the lack of supplies that existed.

Now their first chance to avenge their previous shame was also wiped out, like treating those giants who shook the universe as castrated roosters, with nothing to lose except growing meat.

"They rejected their defense plan?" Hagrid showed a surprised expression, along with the wrinkles of thousands of years of fighting. Although due to the existence of the warp, his memory or body has only experienced less than a thousand years, but even so, he is too old for a Space Marine.

(Many Imperial scholars are curious about the life span of Chaos Space Marines, because even the oldest existence of the Imperial Space Marines, Dante, the Blood Angels, may not have a life span of thousands of years (but many people think that he can reach that time and even witness the birth or destruction of the Empire). Most Space Marines have a long life of a thousand years. Even if most of them do not reach the day of death, there are still relevant records in the huge Empire.

But Chaos Space Marines often refresh that thing. They become abnormally long-lived, except for the gift of the god of filthy diseases and plague, or the help of other gods, even if they are more "pure" than those (he knows that it is a bit strange to use that word, but that (or perhaps the most appropriate) traitors will live to the time of the establishment of the Empire.

Many scholars believe that this matter is not measurable in the Warp, and there are also places such as the Eye of Terror or the Great Vortex that connect to the Warp that spread their lives and add their strange time dimension standards, so that they still have to admit that the number of Space Marines in the Warp may exceed the current Empire. )

In the Warp, he once did a feat that amazed many powerful people, but as expected, when he reached the first year, his body would be extremely old and die. Of course, before that moment came, he was still healthy, healthy enough to tear apart the flesh and blood of mortals, and even more terrible because of his age.

But he still didn't expect that he would become so pathetic after coming to the material world, losing battle after battle, and after being stationed in the broken world of Skadi, he no longer had his usual good luck...

An inexplicable feeling crawled in the mind of the old Space Marine. He didn't deny that he met the smartest and the most powerful person, but whether he could live to the next day still brought him a lot of things, such as the terrible sense of smell of wrong things.

"Don't act rashly during that period. No matter how much they lose, they must seek stability outside. If they violate that, he will personally deal with the violators."

Hagrid rarely said such words. The traitor Space Marines who had not stepped into the battlefield thought for a long time. Those traitors had no discipline. To be precise, their respect for the living ancestor mostly came from his combat effectiveness and age, but just these two points were enough.

They returned to their rooms and prepared things in the armory, counting the weapons they had. It was well known that the Chaos Space Marines were poorly equipped, with cracked bolters, tattered armor, and chainsaw swords without monomolecular blades. Their armory also did not dispatch armored vehicles or war engines because they had not really entered the war mode.

That situation may be the reason why many Space Marines are dissatisfied with the status quo. A good cook cannot cook without rice, and the dimensional blacksmiths and pharmacists outside the regiment cannot produce good things.

The dissatisfaction is getting more and more serious outside the regiment. On the contrary, the Mechanicus has occupied most of the supplies, and in that universe, the mobility of the Space Marines will probably never be underestimated. In their private, the drawings of the storage area of ​​the Mechanicus are collected one by one. They want to steal weapons and equipment, avenge their previous shame, save their dead brothers, and defeat the Imperial Guard, which is their biggest worry.

While the Imperial Guard is full of confidence and ready to fight,

the Imperial Guard seems to be relaxed.

Because they have occupied a large amount of supplies and are in a rising position in the war, at this moment, the Sun Lord, Mr. Alanbair, is sitting with his legs crossed and wiping his precious weapons with sacred oil, such as the power sickle and the relic rifle, while pretending to chant the non-binary, yes, mechanical language prayer of the Mechanicus.

Disassemble the gun body, wipe the gun body, and take care of it like the infantry leg book of the Imperial Guard. After the maintenance is completed, use the leg covered with engine oil to take a bite of a nut with a strange taste. That is the state of the Imperial Guard.

It is comfortable but not quite the same. To be precise, it is like a spring that is pressed a little bit, and it can bounce up anytime and anywhere, but it is not a state of pressure. They are all experts in war and can adjust to the sharpest at any time.

That period is a rare vacation for the Skadi boys, a month of free time in the three hells of praying, eating, and war in worshiping the emperor.

Most people will choose to play cards, some will play musical instruments, but the sound cannot be too loud, and it must not cover the alarm and the shouts of the company staff. The most popular thing should not be alcohol, how it is brewed, how pure it is, as long as there is alcohol, they will flock to it.

Those stupid soldiers visited the military doctors many times because of this. They had to be thankful that the field doctors still knew how to treat gastric inflammation, so they had enough anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics.

They would also gather together to sing military songs or pray, but in the end it would turn into a crude drinking party, and the staff officers repeatedly banned it, so that even the staff officers had to drink them to convince them not to carry out such stupid actions again.

Alcohol is the best stimulant for soldiers. Whenever they take a sip, their combat effectiveness will increase. It is not hot or cold, it is not the minions of the Chaos Gods or the terrifying aliens.

They are heroes of the empire, and the Sun Lord has given them many privileges, such as canceling the non-wartime execution power of external staff and giving them a rather exaggerated amount of supplies, because the Sun Lord feels that those soldiers suffer too much in normal times, and it is rare to compensate them during that period.

The boy Leitlin was boiling a big pot, and the mess inside was boiled into a ball. The soldiers came to smell the smell, one spoon each, and some were amazed, and some ate a slipper.

No matter how noisy, the Imperial Guard rarely had such an excited month in that dark universe. The Sun Lord also took care of the guns and carefully put them away.

He had experienced a lot since he joined the army, but the main theme would never change. He knew very well that the current comfort was not a fleeting dream. Before the bubble burst, Ailanbaier still needed to achieve more victories. Maybe one day he could lie in an agricultural world and enjoy his old age, grow a lot of food for the empire, and provide more supplies for the soldiers, but it was impossible and impossible.

He raised the telescope and looked at the blurry picture in the telescope from dozens of kilometers away. The telescope full of imperial technology was far more powerful than most people imagined the Imperial Guard's items. It not only had night vision capabilities, but also played the role of a telescope, relying on a complex optical system to complete the ultimate naked eye detection distance. If it was just observation, it even exceeded the power of the auspicious instrument.

Then Ailanbaier took it and smashed it against the wall a few times. The optical components of the damn thing had strange problems again. After the impact, the blurry picture gradually became clear. The dark wall, suffocating weapons and complex soldier arrangements came into view.

The enemy is already full of timidity. They really can no longer ignore the approach of the Imperial Guard. Those evil things should feel something tomorrow. Are they trembling with fear? The invincibility of the Imperial Guard has given the cultists many nightmares. During their nights, sprouted in the dream.

And those Space Marines were not on stage. There was no doubt that Alan Bair had suffered a leg injury. He began to think about taking a step east, until the sound of pattering military boots interrupted his thoughts.

"Second Lieutenant, why don't I go and have some fun?" The Sun Lord said the name of the person familiarly, and the young man immediately responded.

"No, boss, will he come and stay with me?"

"Accompany him?" Alan Bair turned the telescope with interest. He already knew the information about Chongqi. There were strange divisions in the enemy's external consciousness. At least those on the wall had replaced the presence of space warriors with priests.

The second lieutenant brought two bowls of hot slipper soup (the stew the soldiers made for the Letling boy) and said. "During that time, I kept soaking there, looking at something."

"Many people are worried that I, the boss, will miss you because I am separated from Miss Inquisitor."

Alan Bayer took a sip of the stew, which tasted good and had a unique flavor, and then smiled. "I'm sorry, although women are very good, but their current schedule is very far behind, so he is observing the enemy's situation."

The ensign swallowed. "Are they really starting to exclude the Space Marines? If he had a group of Space Marines fighting with him, he would definitely treat them as VIPs."

Alan Bayer asked again. "What if they ask for 80 percent of their current supplies?"

Second Lieutenant Yidong hesitated, denying that the demigods of the empire should not be treated badly, and at the same time denying that he was a compatriot of flesh and blood, brothers and sisters... He thought for a while and then answered. ‘Stir yourself! "

Alan Bair nodded. "No, no, he will do that, and he also believes that those people will do the same. In the final analysis, Space Marines are not human beings. No matter how great, powerful, and worshiped they are, their essence is not human."

"But, it's not from another species..."

Halfway through his words, there was a sudden rumbling sound outside the castle, which was so loud that it made people feel their heads buzzing. Countless soldiers, the Sun Lords, and everyone in the entire East looked sideways at this, and saw billowing black smoke crawling out of the outside of the castle. , and the Sun Lord realized that the Space Marines had begun to rebel!