Chapter 343 Spiritual Bones

0.2 seconds is probably the reaction limit that a professional soldier can achieve. It takes at least one second to reach out and pick up, and then throw. Moreover, the landing point of the projectile is different, and it can roll. Throwing the grenade back is not advocated by the Imperial Guard in a practical sense.

To be precise, it is an extreme behavior that has not been advocated by all military organizations in human civilization since the emergence of so-called explosive projectiles.

And in this cruel dark universe, the dark galaxy has been going on for thousands of years, following the rules and breaking the rules. Miracles, everything shown by the Emperor is a miracle for humans, so that most of the low-probability events later become his gifts.

In any case, let the magnanimous and benevolent Emperor work hard for his stupid offspring again. When the sergeant bent down with a reaction speed far beyond that of humans and a very small and fast movement that made the power armor creak, the evil thing created by the alien had already emitted a flashing blue light.

If the electromagnetic pulse destroys the vehicle's system, then without any protection, this ancient alien artifact will be exposed. With only a thin layer of iron, no one knows what kind of hell it will turn this place into.

This cruel universe has long lost its tenderness to humans. Those former tolerances are all disgusting conspiracies of the gods. Only the Emperor is still merciful. As the Lord of Humanity above the sky, he is so great.

Now, a miracle has come again. The Master Chief raised the thing, and this hateful, disgusting, alien creation happened to fall beside his footsteps. It was only two or three steps. Even so, the fake flesh on his body fell off due to high-intensity activities, revealing the red and white power armor inside.

Just the projectile was raised again, and the cruelty and danger were worth it. The Master Chief's arm ejected like a grenade launcher. After the sound of breaking through the air, the round device cut through the sky and exploded about 0.2 seconds later.

A dazzling light burst out. The titanium added to the electromagnetic pulse bomb hindered the enemy driver's use, and also told his soldiers that the enemy's equipment had failed. It was only 0.2 seconds that made the projectile fly dozens of meters in the sky, barely without much impact.

Those religious personnel, that is, members of the sisterhood, looked at the flash in the sky worriedly from the car, and seemed to be completely unconcerned about the state of the sergeant. After he quickly put the filling muscle back to the outside of his exposed armor, a voice came from the second lieutenant's communicator.

"Mission, completed..." He sounded very bad, and at the same time he was breathing heavily, hoarse like a broken accordion.

"What's wrong with you, sergeant!" The second lieutenant asked worriedly.

"Resonance, the things inside, my body emits psychic energy to move forward and accelerate its movements, and then something inside bursts out strong psychic fluctuations, I can almost see what's inside through the metal."

His mind recalled that it was in the dark, white, as white as bones, and was exquisitely cast into a complex statue, with many arms, grotesque appearance, floating in the air, it was...

A monster-like human woman! Using the spirit bones of the Eldar, the Eldar technology that is both a psychic conductor and a psychic medium, they are both powerful building materials, with strength comparable to adamantium, and a medium for psychic energy, but they are just objects themselves. The spiritual energy source of this sculpture is a name that we cannot touch in the highest heaven.

He analyzed calmly, but his mind was a mess. The evil god of the subspace was interfering with his thoughts. Although it was just a glimpse, he was more angry than being controlled, afraid, and worried.

This order is transporting the taboos of the Empire, which are more terrible than any heretical book. If this sculpture is transported to the Secret Order, the psykers can listen to the whispers of this evil god directly at its location. The countless taboos and madness will tear the empire into pieces.

"Sergeant! Continue the mission, no matter what is inside, remember, destroy Bandertal, destroy the Purple Hand!" The lieutenant emphasized, and the sergeant also replied.

"Brother, I have no problem, I was just surprised by the evil. The thoughts given to me by the Emperor are as solid as steel and gold. The psychic powers I learned later in life enable me to resist those madness. Now I am extremely grateful that I am here, not any battle brother or psychic, otherwise the tragedy would inevitably be unstoppable."

"This is a miracle bestowed by the Emperor. I have seen and understood that everything we have done during this period is valuable. This is a great chessboard. We can move forward as pawns and extend the life of the empire for thousands of years."

His words contain countless emotions but there is no fluctuation, like praying and chanting experiences that do not belong to him, but this state is the best. Emotions are the root of psychic power. After the soul is connected by the subspace, the more ruthless people can get out of control.

This is extremely difficult for a benevolent demigod, but he is gifted because of this, because kindness and determination are always his background, helping him to overcome difficulties. People without emotions will not be controlled by the subspace, but it is impossible to devote themselves to the empire.

The great warrior sorted out his equipment, and the lieutenant also gave orders.

"Everyone, please pay attention. All civilians approaching the crew, regardless of gender, age, status, or position, will be shot. At the same time, the communicators of each company will begin broadcasting to all rational people here to kill anyone who approaches."

His words were cold and ruthless, but in this cruel universe, even children could become terrible weapons that almost wiped out their entire army. In this era, age and identity were no longer important. As long as you were still alive, you would be used as a tool by those endless dark evils. Now, only the cold light of the Emperor could guide people to stagger forward in the winter-like darkness.

Cold, this world was extremely cold, not in terms of temperature, because the stars must be conscientious, and the malice, the malice that crawled out from the highest heaven, that is, the warp, was almost suffocating.

The Imperial Guards moved forward against those things. They were covered with the kindness and will given by the Emperor, but also with his cruelty and ruthlessness. In the following journey, the convoy met locals several times, and some people stretched out their hands to ask for food. She was desperate, hungry, and weak, and she didn't leave just because she didn't have the strength to move her body.

But so what, weak, how about the 30,000 elite troops of the Empire and an alien artifact? But an automatic rifle bullet ended her pitiful life at a long distance, and her depressed and shriveled body instantly split apart, like a piece of rag scattered on the ground, and became a pool.

Some people want to die, because suicide is difficult, and death requires more luck. In the industrial zone, there are many people who hear that their relatives died madly because of the attacks of the hive gangs, or starved to death, or were killed by gene stealers, mobile aliens, and even involved in several conspiracies.

Although the probability is not high, it is impossible that there are no people who are tortured by working day and night to the point of being unbearable. The factory will not let them die because they are valuable and can still work, so the Imperial Guard has become the execution platform.

Think about it, what could be more refreshing than a bullet, a strafe, embedded in your heart and brain? The collapsed and crying man dragged his steps, ignored the warning, opened his arms wide, and was shot in the head by the sniper. It was considered that the emperor, the empire gave him one of the few real mercy, that is, he was granted a death without much pain.

The hell of the hive city is the various aspects of life, that is, the scenery where human civilization concentrates itself. Some people are born noble and high, some live a perfect life, satisfied and wealthy, and some live a dull life, doing nothing.

More, it is pain, oppression, despair, accidents, and death. They are entrenched in this dark and dry place. They are not worthy of saving, nor do they need to be saved. When they were born in an ordinary or even broken family, they were already hopeless.

After the sniper shot and killed dozens of ordinary people or people hired by the enemy who approached, numbness climbed into the hearts of the Imperial Guard soldiers early. The Skadi people did not kill innocent people indiscriminately, and the sense of guilt was like a maggot attached to their bones, making it difficult for them to breathe.

No matter where they arrive, they are more of saviors. No matter the grateful expressions of the locals or the obedience of the PDFs, they all forget that the world that the Imperial Guard sees in most cases is a hell without life, slaughtered by heretics and aliens.

Their achievements are more due to the blessing of the Emperor, and they can be ruled by a person with great power and willpower. Yes, the existence of Alan Baier has greatly compressed the operating efficiency of the obese Empire, allowing many miracles to appear.

Although it is only half a month earlier, it can be done by setting off and detecting quickly, but for the huge and corrupt Empire, there are all kinds of malicious interference in the subspace, those things are extremely difficult. So far, the expedition made by Alan Baier has become a real miracle.

After the hellish time of becoming an executioner, the Imperial Guard finally arrived in front of the industrial elevator. In front of the complex and harsh sentry, the convoy stopped. It should be safe here, but it is not safe.

The lieutenant saw the multiple heavy lasers and missiles that were enough to destroy vehicles in the heavy fortresses of the sentries. Even if the PDF training was insufficient, they would not be too optimistic if they were suddenly attacked in such a situation.

When the guards used the grid device to amplify the sound, they shouted. "Please stop the vehicle ahead and accept the inspection!"

The Imperial Guard stopped. Their cargo, that is, the weapons and equipment, had been roughly modified. At first glance, they were just ordinary reserve weapons. As long as the inspection was not too careful, the enemy did not have experts like the Casting Sage. Those things were just normal mercenary weapons.

The lieutenant was not worried about this aspect, but unexpectedly, the vehicle carrying the sisterhood members used the radio to notify the departure of the crew. After receiving the commander's reply, the vehicle started, but the sergeant of the Destroying Eagle suddenly spoke.

"Don't agree, I feel psychic energy, those religious personnel have psychics!"

"Mind control!" The lieutenant immediately realized that something was wrong, and he ordered. "Catachan Guards, take control of the car!"

Several heavy Chimera armored vehicles blocked the car, and many Catachan soldiers who had replaced their explosive weapons got off the vehicles and took control of those people.

At this moment, inside the crew, the old woman's eyes glowed a strange purple. She gasped, then waved her arms and said to the Catachans. "Unblock!"

The forest warriors covered their heads and slowly retreated. In just a moment, a huge "Ogryn" jumped up from the truck platform, his eyes glowed brightly with golden light, and he shouted. "The disaster is coming!"

At this moment, the sergeant was not wearing a helmet, but the sound was so loud that it was surprising. A huge amount of psychic energy was released. After a slight "bang", the old woman's head split like an overripe watermelon falling to the ground.

This is the think tank taught by the greatest psychic in the empire, who can completely control the release of his own psychic energy. The controlled Catachans also covered their heads and stood up. The sudden change made them at a loss, and the PDF on the sentry tower was the same.

The lieutenant immediately gave orders. "Attack, shoot, clear the platform, destroy the eagle and take off, occupy the high ground, and the Catachans tie up the remaining sisterhood members!"

As soon as the words fell, the giant truck suddenly rushed forward restlessly, trying to squeeze out several Chimera armored vehicles at all costs, but its driver greatly underestimated the weight of the crew and really thought those things were civilian vehicles.

Bang, bang, bang, three times later, the Catachan Sergeant released the trigger, and the bolt shotgun smashed the cab of the truck, stopping the driver's madness. The sniper team led by the Lightling kid continued to attack, and every bullet hit the target, harvesting the lives of the enemies on the platform like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

Those adamantium fortresses could not protect the PDFs' fragile vitality. The special forces of the Imperial Guard kept their weapons beside them to ensure that they could restore their combat effectiveness anytime and anywhere.

However, the lieutenant was still dissatisfied. After all, this operation was originally seamless. He thought about where the problem was, and at the same time watched the soldiers of the Imperial Guard control this area, the Destruction Eagle flew onto the platform, and cleared the enemy with chainsaw swords and bolt pistols. At the same time, it was very interesting to see several big "Ogryn" so sensitive.

Until he saw the fake muscles falling from the body of the Space Marines, and the sense of disharmony brought by the extremely sensitive movements.

It was the sergeant's helpless move that made them aware of it. Those people were very sensitive, like frightened rabbits. Although there were changes, the overall effect of the surprise attack was achieved. The lieutenant turned on the communicator and spoke to the Astartes.

"This is the commander of the Imperial Guard, Astartes Brothers, have you controlled the transmitter?"

"Received, it has been controlled. We are starting the elevator, and the enemy has no time to sound the alarm and was killed!"

The lieutenant's giant elevator connecting "heaven and earth" slowly opened, and Catachan hung the huge heretic equipment platform on the back of the Space Marine's Land Raider, and announced at the same time. "The invasion of the upper nest begins, the goal is to kill the enemy lord, the traitor Bandertar!"