Chapter 340 Snake Nest

The crew drove past high walls and sentry towers made of adamantium and concrete. Those heavy laser cannons or logging guns were temporarily useless to them, but no one could guarantee that it would remain the same in the future.

The lieutenant licked his dry lips. The old PDF spoke loudly, and the entire crew could hear him clearly, but it was obvious that he did not want to make the Imperial Guard public. At least his words were accompanied by some personal gratitude.

In this crazy universe, it is extremely costly to believe in anyone. The Chief of Destruction Eagle recommended that his troops assassinate the man, but the few human natures inherited from the ancient Elan Bair made the lieutenant deny this matter.

This is risky. As the commander-in-chief of the operation, he should not be so reckless. Even though he still felt a little scared for a while, he did not regret his proposal.

When the crew left the gate, he had put those thoughts behind his mind. What they faced next, whether it was psychic witchcraft, heresy, or crazy human hearts, he didn't know. He could only pray that his momentary kindness was not more dangerous than those things.

But he was more concerned about another situation than those things. His eyes had already seen the huge dark golden elevator in the center of the hive city, which was different from the unique dark technology era product on the forest world Gondvar VI.

This giant connecting the upper and lower hives was a complete imperial product. It was heavily guarded and had an emergency destruction system. The nobles could rely on transport ships to go up and down, evacuate, and come back. The elevator was more to maintain their extravagant material needs and the transportation needs of a large number of personnel.

At the same time, this was also one of the few places where the Imperial Guard could break through head-on. Although there were more than one or two tall industrial-grade giant elevators, they could be forcibly blasted if they were discovered to be broken through. It would take at least dozens of minutes to pass through the gap between the upper and middle nests. As long as the enemy discovered it, the Imperial Guard might be wiped out.

However, all this was because the fleet could not directly break through the complex defense system of the main nest. Bandertar's mansion was also protected by a void shield system. Even if they tried their best, it would be difficult to take it down. The only option was a ground invasion by the Imperial Guard.

It was a bit difficult to get off the tiger, but the lieutenant was not desperate. As long as he could find a way to take down the local control console and signal transmitter, that is, a surprise attack, and prioritize destroying the enemy's ability to communicate with the headquarters, then it was not impossible.

The Space Marines and Catachans were capable enough. Although it was difficult, the Emperor protected them...

It was just that as a commander, it was a great shame to put soldiers in a situation where they could not escape unscathed. In addition, there were psychics in the enemy's intelligence, and their uncomfortable fragmented foresight was hard to guard against...

Suddenly, the radio on his waist rang. He pressed the button, and the sound of the wild snake came as expected. He looked at the streets here, how nostalgic those residential areas were. From the bottom to the top, there was a huge structure that could not be seen at a glance. Humans were stored in it like warehouse goods, without sunlight and hope.

For the lieutenant, such a scene was almost tired of seeing. It evoked his few memories of Skadi's long-gone hive life. It seemed like a lifetime ago. From a hive man to an imperial commander, looking at it now, it still looked the same.

The huge city constructed of high concrete and black fine gold is like a prison cell that binds any living person living in it.

The lieutenant answered in a dull voice. "I'm here. What's the matter, Mr. Yeshe?"

"Please notify the crew to move to the right. There is a warehouse there. It is a third-party platform that is quite reliable. We need to put the supplies in it. The crew cannot enter the next place, so it can also be used as a camp for soldiers." Yeshe said.

The lieutenant replied. "Then show me their wax seal. I want to check it. It should be recognizable. Although I don't expect them to have related micro-thinker arrays working in it like the official institutions of the Empire, it should be recognizable at least?"

"Of course, let my men send it to you immediately, but I would like to ask you and your staff to go to our snake nest once." His words were a bit too much, and the lieutenant asked sternly.

"I can't expose the core command layer to danger. Even though we have been walking all the way and you have proved your loyalty several times, I still can't rest assured."

"I know, sir." The communicator continued. "What if I say I have a way to get to the front of the palace?" His tone was three parts teasing and seven parts confident, and the lieutenant asked incredulously.

"In front of the palace? You said, how can we get to the upper nest through the industrial-grade elevator?"

"If the other side is desperate and blows up the elevator, we will be in a dilemma. According to you, we can easily cross the giant that is a thousand meters high?" The lieutenant asked incredulously.

Wild Snake just said. "The warehouse with the door opened at the next intersection, tell the soldiers to go in."

The lieutenant observed that place, less than two hundred meters. From the perspective of an imperial citizen, even if he lived in the forging world, he had never seen such a narrow place. People walked through the street. The road about 6 meters wide was filled with various commodities and messy people. The two sides were supported by concrete walls, and the crew could not enter at all.

Thinking of this, the Imperial Guard can only park supplies and vehicles in the expensive temporary warehouse. Of course, he will also send people to supervise, but it is not safe to enter such a mixed place, especially when he is still wearing this tattered armor.

But he still gave the order, and the crew slowly entered the entrance of the warehouse. This place was no different from most dark and gloomy basements, except that the space was large enough to accommodate most of the crew and there was still room for soldiers to sleep on the floor. There was about 6,000 square meters of space, and the setting was so empty that it was a bit scary. In addition to the concrete floor and the fine gold walls, there were only lumen balls and concrete load-bearing columns here.

He watched Wild Snake get off the vehicle and start chatting with the person in charge here. Ironically, the huge space here can be used by those who can pay to park and stop goods, and maintain a certain degree of privacy, but it cannot add a few square meters of precious space to those poor nest city people.

Of course, those people probably can't afford it. In the nest city residential area where every inch of land is valuable, they can only rely on cheap public transportation to go to the industrial area to work in exchange for three meals and living areas, but most people will only weigh 10 throne coins in their entire lives. In other words, it is about a bag of high-priced natural flour in this area or two sets of carapace armor.

Even if all the ordinary people in this nest city don't eat or drink, it's only less than one billionth of the supplies for a war, especially a huge war across star regions. At this point, the value of human life has become extremely low.

At this moment, Yeshe's communication ended. His happy look made the lieutenant a little hesitant, and he spoke. "What's wrong?"

"15 throne coins, we can use it for half a month, calculated by standard Terra day, and the power supply here can be used at will, enough for us to adjust!" Yeshe replied.

The lieutenant nodded, and then answered. "Very good, go to the logistics to get the money."

"Money?" Yeshe shook his head immediately. "No, no, no, it's all my fault. I hope to pay something for this matter. The throne coins are not important. I will probably be a dead man in the future. If I fail, the Lord of Skadi can't protect me, and my savings will be useless."

His behavior is in sharp contrast to when he blackmailed the loyalist Magron and the Inquisitor Nova. He is not a person who values ​​money. As Nova said, you can obviously take the money and try to run away, but in fact, he chose to put everything on the Skadi.

Maybe it's because he saw the difference of Elanbair, or there are no orphans and murders in the new Skadi. He knows that what he did is not rational, but life should always have a goal, not just the manor. He also wants to be a part of the miracle, not someone who hides behind forever.

The lieutenant did not refute. After all, the less supplies can be used, the more chances of victory. 15 throne coins are also a good amount of money, although it is probably not worth mentioning when shared among tens of thousands of soldiers here.

At this point, he felt that the man in front of him was too useful. He began to understand why the Grand Inquisitor liked to promote his acolytes. Those smart and powerful people followed his lead. As a human being, it was an experience that was addictive.

"Okay, as a thank you, the Sergeant of Destruction Eagle and I will go to the place you mentioned to take a look." This time, he agreed to this man readily. Wild Snake did not show much surprise, but just nodded politely and pointed the way.

They walked out of the side of the warehouse. This small door directly connected to a small street. The street less than six meters long was full of small stalls, so that at most three people could walk side by side. The Sergeant's huge body could only follow behind them, and Wild Snake introduced this place earnestly.

"Grove Street, the most prosperous place in the Middle Nest, has everything from the legendary Gro cans to the most mouth-watering Gro beast barbecue, from the Imperial Guard's laser guns to large-caliber automatic weapons." He looked like a tourist who didn't fit in here, and he was different from the numb expressions of most passers-by or the flattering faces of the shopkeepers.

He didn't look like someone who belonged to the Hive City, but he was indeed born here. Those expressions were more or less fake and more or less real, and no one could tell them apart.

Wearing a mask for a long time makes it difficult to distinguish one's true nature, and acting a good show for a long time makes it difficult to distinguish reality. Wild Snake has lived like this since he was a child, and it will be the same in the future, so that he is honest and upright, but most people still think he is unreliable. As long as they are not facing one of the countless personalities he performs, this person is born with a feeling of distrust.

So far, he can get along well with both sides in the Hive City, and he can also be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of countless official forces in the Empire. Such a person probably will never become an inquisitor in his life, because the loyalty he needs most is hidden deep and hard to find in his heart.

With his guidance, the group soon came to a narrow basement. After he dusted off the door and entered the empty corner of the street, he found that it was filled with a pile of long-dusted construction waste, which looked like an unattended garbage warehouse.

He moved the things in the corner, revealing a small door, opened it with a key, entered it, and followed the ladder down. In this unattended place, a ray of light appeared from below. It was a strategic room where three people sat, consisting of various complex instruments and a huge table with a nest city strategy map. It was simple, but it had everything.

And those three people were constantly making phone calls, looking at several screens, calculating or recording. They were all wearing rough brown hooded robes. At first glance, they were no different from the numb ordinary people on the street, but they were more energetic than them. When Wild Snake walked down, they immediately stood up and saluted, and Wild Snake also saluted in return.

"Fellow acolytes, in the second year after the fall of our rose-knot-holding master, we once again welcomed a new master." He clapped. The three men were all bald men wearing hoods, except for their age. They looked almost the same, and the middle-aged people, young people, and women also applauded at the same time.

It was hard to imagine that the notorious minions of the Inquisition looked so ordinary and extraordinary at the same time. The second lieutenant couldn't help but think of the rumors about cloning technology. However, when a person became famous, a word or a document from the Inquisition could be enough. Throwing him into the abyss, it is not difficult to imagine that there may be subordinates of the Tribunal around you, and they don't even know that they are serving the Tribunal.

The second lieutenant asked more concerned than this. "How far can the communicator here communicate? Can I use this as the second headquarters?"

Wild Snake extinguished those thoughts with one word. "The communicator here can only connect to internal channels. It is specially made by the Tribunal. Although it is very powerful, it has not been adjusted by the sage who made it. It can only be used for intelligence purposes."

The ensign could only ask again. "Then what do you want me to do here?"

replied the wild snake. "I just need a safe place to talk about this. In fact, we have contacted a mission, a mercenary, which requires mercenaries, a large number of mercenaries, and the destination is an ordinary warehouse in the upper nest."

The ensign beamed, but he asked again. "Then why did you bring us here? Just tell us normally!"

The wild snake shook his head. "The hirers are the Sisters of Evolution. In other words, they are most likely the Purple Hand, and we are in their lair."

The Master Chief of the Destruction Eagle now spoke. "The walls here have psychic suppression crystals or psychic suppressors. I can feel that the subspace energy is being extracted. Although it cannot completely suppress psychic energy, it can weaken most of the psychic witchcraft."

"Yes, that's why I brought you here. I need to avoid the enemy's detection all the time. Then, I need you to become a hired hand and transport that thing to the upper nest. Then I will no longer be able to help. There are too many of you, because in name, we are not a team, but an employment relationship.”

"Next, I will introduce you to those people under the pretext of referral. If nothing goes wrong on the following trip, you can reach the upper nest smoothly and intercept the supplies transported by the enemy. And next... I really look like I'll go with you and watch that old man from Bandertal die, just."

The wild snake choked up and then said. "I wish you all good luck in martial arts. I, the former chief acolyte of the Pangia sub-sector of the Inquisition, would like to bid you farewell!"