Chapter 342 Goods
From the moment the Imperial Guard set out to the distance, the road was relatively calm for the time being. From the moment they stepped out of the small street, they did not enter the main road. Their "employers" were like thieves with a guilty conscience, and they were afraid of the good quality roads inside the hive.
It is understandable. After all, transporting the equipment here is not a very easy thing. It's just that the bumpy road compresses the tactical depth of the Imperial Guard. At the same time, many small streets and lanes on the side roads are also good places for ambushes. It's just for concealment considerations that going here is more of a helpless move.
However, the commander of the Imperial Guard still thinks that the clients of this mission are too stupid, and they put them in a bad situation with paranoid thoughts. But even so, for the elite of the Imperial Guard, at least this transportation is not difficult.
Although the road here is bumpy and poorly repaired, the damn air is filled with the stench of seafood, the exhaust of the Imperial Guard team, the ozone of the burning promethium, and the low roar of the engine.
Even in those streets made of concrete, in the hives that extend in all directions, there are beast-like eyes looking at the convoy.
The rich rewards offered by the Evolved Sisterhood are also mouth-watering. The huge sum of nearly 200 throne coins is enough for ordinary people to buy a few shops of their own in the hive, or to fully arm several normal teams, about 10 to 12 people.
The journey can only be completed inside the hive, that is, it does not touch the lower level and is not dangerous. This matter was intercepted by the Imperial Guard, and the personal hatred or resentment between the mercenaries could not help but rise in their narrow hearts.
At the same time, in those corner streets, there are villains, smugglers, criminals or bounty hunters who are eyeing this treasure because of underground intelligence and the lord’s reward, and even simple lunatics or guys who want to stand out.
With the detection of the Imperial Guard's sentinels and scouts, those so-called lawless criminals were also detected and seen clearly. Those crude and stupid methods were clearly visible under infrared rays. Just the simplest night vision equipment could make their complacent stupid methods worthless.
Inside the command vehicle, the positions of most villains were marked on the strategic map again and again. If the Imperial Guard wanted, those notorious guys, those who did evil, or those who demanded to stand out would all die in a moment.
The lieutenant raised the kettle with sweat on his forehead. In order to maintain safety, the long-term activation of the holographic strategic map caused the temperature of the narrow space in the car to soar. Those cooling systems could only expel the heat from the energy area. This temporarily modified armored vehicle showed its disadvantages at this moment.
When the recycled water with a smell of plastic entered the second lieutenant's tongue, he drank the liquid in the kettle. In the stuffy command vehicle, most officers were quite lazy. Although they only needed a moment to adjust their attitude, fighting with hooligans or lords' private troops might not be as exciting as those crazy beastmen.
Whether the Imperial Guard admits it or not, if we only look at the degree of danger of this matter, the "entertainment" that those veterans usually do may be countless times better than the transportation.
After all, the elite who can survive in this dark battlefield full of monsters and demons for thousands of years are equivalent to men who have walked out of the house and returned to kindergarten for the hive city, the amusement park created by human civilization for their compatriots.
At this point, even the second lieutenant looked down on the hive city. He was just fiddling with his communicator and talking. "Sergeant, can you confirm the situation of that item? We have been on the road for three hours."
The chief sergeant of the Destruction Eagle replied. "I tried my best. The protective layer of the iron box outside this item has a strong anti-psychic position. I suspect it may be ancient technology, a relic of the dark technology era."
"Damn..." The lieutenant hoped that the more things were clear, the better, and the more initiative the Imperial Guard had, the better. He couldn't bear the situation of suppressing an unknown thing. Maybe this was the Eldar's antimatter bomb or the Eldar weapon similar to the destructive void shield.
He groped his thoughts, a vague feeling was spreading, and he suddenly had a very strong desire for something, and then said. "This should not be as powerful as imagined. I mean, the essence of this iron box should be a restrainer. It is fragile, and an attack may allow this thing to reveal its mystery for the first time."
"There is a power supply device under the platform, otherwise it would not be able to maintain an anti-psychic position. If, due to an accident, the power supply fails for a short time, can you detect what is inside?"
The lieutenant abnormally proposed a crazy plan. In this era, exploration is dangerous, and knowing is crazy, especially for such a psychic item, something connected to the evil will of the Supreme Heaven.
The sergeant retorted. "It should have been in the box forever before it was handed over to the Inquisition, and now it is just one of the countless heretical objects we have to deal with."
"Yes, yes! How could I have such an idea?" The lieutenant woke up as if from a dream. When he was thinking and guessing about the object, he unconsciously began to desire its true appearance. After realizing the frenzy in his thoughts, his military uniform was soaked with sweat.
"This damn thing is interfering with me and the thoughts of the individuals who know its existence. The magic of this heretical creation is beyond imagination. Even being imprisoned like this can make me stupid!"
The Master Chief said with praise at this moment. "Your will is very strong, my mortal brother, no matter what is inside, it should never be opened!"
The ensign muttered. "No wonder those members of the sisterhood tried their best to prevent this item from being observed by too many people. People with weak will will be controlled by it after they roughly understand the nature of the item. Damn it, I know too much, and I don't know when I will. Such a concept was born!”
At this moment, he felt extremely scared. Even those who were sealed had such abilities. If they fell into the hands of heretics, they would only have more terrifying means to deal with them. At the same time, he was also extremely lucky. With the blessing of the Emperor, they I have arrived here without anyone noticing, and I am within a short distance to avoid the worst things from happening.
But the ensign still asked. "According to previously disclosed internal intelligence, could this be something left by that alien race?"
"It's very possible. Those psychic powers show signs of prophecy and psychic abilities. I guess this item..." The Master Chief suddenly stopped speaking. He realized a problem in disbelief. That is, the two of them were together again. Subconsciously speculate, detect, and think about the material, the realistic meaning of the things inside this box, and the concept of existence, which means that it is more deeply controlled by it.
The second lieutenant immediately reined in his horse. Then he saw the holographic red dots that filled the screen, representing the enemy's logo. He suddenly realized why those people would take the trail. The nest was overcrowded. There were just so many people here looking at them. If they were From more individual observations, this item will probably be liberated directly by the crazy flow of people...
"Damn, this mission is not as easy as we imagined. When I first thought that this item was a psychic relic, I lost my cool!" The second lieutenant felt a little helpless. He could shoot and kill the orcs. , he could also kill the Eldar, or even deal with a traitorous Space Marine, but he didn't know how to deal with such an invisible thing.
It was like fighting against the air, fighting against oneself, not the enemy, so he felt numb and frightened until the Master Chief's voice came.
"Concentrate your willpower on the center of your head, that is, the middle of the skull, the middle of the eyebrows, which is also the area you usually ignore most."
"Next, relax your mental power, relax your soul, and finally."
The second lieutenant closed his eyes and followed the command of the chief until the smelly air and restless engines dissipated, and he stopped thinking. At this point, his will was concentrated on the lobe of his brain, or his forehead.
This is the training method of Miss Nova, the Imperial Inquisitor, and the group of people with the highest psychic talent. They can still maintain themselves under crazy psychic powers. It can cool the soul and strengthen the will until the ensign opens again. Eyes, he no longer thought about any information about the item.
"Ha... thank you, Master Chief, but I am actually ready to sacrifice. If I am not controlled, if I open Pandora's box, I beg you to shoot."
The second lieutenant reluctantly maintained it, not only with the strength of his own will, but also with the help of the sergeant chief. But how long can this attitude be maintained? Mortals are mortals. Before his brain can bear enough information, he is still easy to be incited and easily controlled by emotions. , easy to go crazy.
It's just that this time the Master Chief didn't answer. He was silent. Whether it was acquiescence, acquiescence, or denial, no one knew, except for the overly benevolent demigod himself. Only the convoy continued to move forward, slowly.
The train crew crossed the city after several bumps. There were gaps between the huge hive areas. Industrial-grade giant elevators were rarely erected in residential areas. They needed to reach the core of productivity, the hive industrial area, but during this time they There are still giant bridges that need to be crossed.
Composed of gold elf and giant statues with a very Gothic style, those that could be regarded as miracles in the ancient Terran era, tens of meters long giant sculptures of sword-wielding armored warriors were used as bridge bases across the hive city. A huge bridge stretches out under the gray and boundless sky, with countless vehicles running endlessly on it, and the streams of light flicker.
As long as you cross this tens-kilometer-long overpass, you can reach the Chaodu Industrial Zone. The towering giant buildings next to it show the limits of the technological power of human civilization time and time again. There is also the bottomless depth next to the bridge, as if A dark place like an abyss. If you fall down, you will be shattered into pieces.
Those jackals, tigers and leopards were lucky that they did not dare to attack. It was not because the Imperial Guard was afraid of the attack, but because the attack might lead to the leakage of psychic objects. Even determined officers could easily be disturbed. The Imperial Guard obviously I underestimated the power of that iron box.
Emperor Sanctuary, while the convoy spent several standard Terras, slowly passed the behemoth-like bridge and entered the industrial area at the pass. Within those bustling urban areas, countless giant trucks transported various resources.
Chimneys as tall as the sky protrude from the thick smoke, and the constant roar of giant factories is the sound of machines casting objects, and the sound of high-temperature melting materials. The sounds of hissing, buzzing, and clicking form a concerto that is so noisy that it can make people collapse.
This is the heart of the hive city, constantly pumping blood and extending in all directions. It is also the heart of the empire. The weapons and materials composed of it will be exchanged for food imports by the hive city owner, or form part of the tithe tax.
After all, the productivity of even the poorest hive world far exceeds that of the feudal world and the barbaric world, assuming that the special products that may exist in the world or the soldiers who are cultivated by culture are discarded.
However, compared to the Forge World, the Hive City is the most valuable producer of the Empire, not only in terms of population, materials, productivity and loyalty, because the Hive City is the world with the largest number in the Empire, and can even be said to be the future of the Forge World, the future of the Garden World, and the future of the Agricultural World. That is, the stars that have been squeezed dry by humans burn their last energy for the Emperor, that is, the space where it exists and can carry humans.
Lieutenant, to be precise, most of the soldiers, even the soldiers except the Destroyer Eagle, are the children of the Hive City, this steel city, and the scenery they see most is the steel hell here, the scenery of working and toiling here without sleep.
Now they are different from the past, away from those industrial production and labor, living as the Emperor's warriors and the Emperor's currency.
But before they remembered too much, the scout team found the sharp-edged enemies in the corners of those huge factories. After the alert beep, a round, small projectile that looks quite technological flew out from the dark corner.
The old soldier shot and killed the man subconsciously. He was a young child, about 14 years old, wearing tattered clothes. His arm was mechanized and abnormally swollen. Metal mixed with muscles, and a large backpack as its power source, allowing him to throw the round thing a full hundred meters.
It was also because of the child's identity that the scouts relaxed, and the looming flesh on the arm was almost indistinguishable at first glance. For this attack, they forcibly stuffed the metal into the child's arm.
Full of helplessness, blood, and pain, the projectile fell in the middle of the Imperial Guard convoy, just right, calculated to be stuck on the platform of the heavy truck transporting goods.
The lieutenant's sensitive eyes recognized the thing. It was a small titanium toy that could paralyze the machine soul. They called it an electromagnetic pulse grenade, abbreviated as EMP, and his face became ugly, and he shouted quickly.
"Throw that thing out! Sergeant!"