Chapter 73 STC in the Dark Ages of Karu City Today

Chapter 73 STC of the Dark Ages of Kalu City

It has been several months since the communication with Lingke was lost. The Astropaths are helpless in the face of the think tanks of the Chaos traitors. The soul game in the subspace will never fail. In the desperate silence, the dark light of the void, Kalu City still stands.

Even if the magnetic field hinders the communication of the whole world, even if the words of the Astropaths cannot be conveyed, the city that has experienced 20,000 years still exists.

To the dark technological age of mankind, the solid capital star port has maintained a high-intensity product output capacity, to the present...

The streets are in riots among civilians. Hunger, fear, worship of traitors and people who come from nowhere and believe in those unknown dark evil gods are everywhere in the streets of Kalu City.

The fully armed bailiffs of the Ministry of Justice use their explosive shotgun shells to break the flesh and blood of the thugs, and the ground is wet with oppression and red liquid.

During that time, the whole city was in a nightmare. The evil laughter of the dark gods echoed in the air, and the fluctuations from the warp polluted the place. However, after the war, the sparse population was convenient for the planetary governor to manage, and the nobles rarely joined the rebellion due to duels.

But John Deen still felt tired. How much energy did he need to control the daily operation of such a large city?

It was unimaginably huge. Even if he hung his carefully crafted slogans on the streets and filled the city of Kalu with statues of the Emperor, those disgusting cultists would still run out inexplicably.

And all of that was the operation of the Black Heart King. His think tank in the warp continued to spread those evil knowledge. When John Deen realized the situation, the astropaths found that it was not good, and those who were slightly sensitive to the warp would "wake up".

And the spiritualists hidden in the nest city were even more so their leaders. Those disgusting things who hid from XZ and had mutated bodies, such as Ming Cheng, were the leaders of various evil sects and continued to spread those gospels.

Even so, the game between the planetary governor and the Blackheart King has just begun. The evil traitors continue to spread rumors through the weak will of the spiritualists in the nest city, making the people there begin to suspect that they are not citizens of the empire, but residents of a rebel gathering place.

Even if they see the Astartes monks protecting that world, they will still forget most of the truth because of the rumors.

And long-term work and oppression have also caused a lot of complaints from the lower-class people. John doesn't think those people have a good overall view. He just wants those stupid things to shut up.

Before, he didn't understand why the military department's guidelines put the capture of spiritualists or killing them as one of the top priorities, even second only to killing the enemy, almost one of the enemies.

Those weak people who can see the darkness are full of instability, like bombs buried in his city.

The Inquisition's black ships rarely come there, and the psychics produced by the sparse population of that world are unlikely to reach a threatening level, but Ru Ming was inspired. The communication between the traitors was so convenient that it seemed to ignore physical and distance barriers, but the Empire needed astropaths to send out codes that were so complex that they required three or four books to calibrate, and even crazy divinations like astrology and predictions.

That world seemed to have natural malice towards humans. That crazy idea flashed through John Deen's mind. He clearly understood why his former superior always looked so sad. Maybe he already knew what the world really looked like.

But the planetary governor would not turn the tables. John Deen clearly did not want a liar, a soldier, or a noble, but wanted someone who was responsible.

He tidied the governor's gorgeous clothes, and thought that the world lacked experience in catching psychics and detection methods, which made those cultists so crazy, so he activated the craziest methods to solve the matter swiftly.

All those who believed in the cult were tried on the spot by the PDF and the Ministry of Justice. He gave those departments the greatest authority, and they could even try noble families and show the aftermath.

The price was the abuse of their power and countless deaths by the Ministry of Justice and the PDF, but in that situation, there was no other way.

As the flags of various colors rose, John Deen felt the pain in his heart. He could not bear those stupid guys to taint everything he and his comrades had fought for.

"Only betrayal cannot be forgiven." That was his only word in the past month except for stamping, which made all departments in the city tremble.

Cleansing, death, the population of Kalu City decreased by one third in just one month. The once full nest was now empty, but the living people still had to bear the huge supply needs of the Star Army.

But the effect was also immediate. The chaos and corruption of the entire city dissipated instantly. The Blackhearted King was surprised to find that in just such a short time, the knowledge sent by his Lingke Think Tank had no response.

He couldn't help but wonder if he really underestimated that world. Ruming had already replaced his old blood and was full of vitality. Ruming's Black Heart King also had wounds that had not healed yet, making it difficult for him to take the dark green gem.

The two kings' contest in the void ended. Although John Dean did not die, he suffered heavy losses.

In the highest position of that world, in the star port of Kalu City, there had been no news for two months. The once prosperous business trade stagnated. All the ships approaching that world were destroyed by the Destroyed Ghost, and the star port completely stopped operating.

John Dean stood there, looking at his city, and sighed in his heart. He was already in the world, but he was hanging here, alone and unable to make a move. He hoped that the Early Moon Dynasty would be replaced and he could succeed.

Violence, blood, and oppression entangled his body. He would do anything to win. He could understand the depravity of the nobles, but he envied Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair in the Star Army.

John Dean lit a cigar. He didn't like the smell, but he got used to it and even liked it.

Red smoke was exhaled and dispersed in the hot and humid wind. John Dean watched the laser orbital defense array made by the mechanical priest shaking constantly to ensure the safety of the city.

And the huge half-moon-class cruiser, the Bordello, was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

He wanted to quote the classics of Ancient Terra, such as MacRed, but found that he had no ink in his stomach, so he said with a wry smile. "Fuck his mother, the Emperor is here, and the traitors should be burned to death in flames!"

A mechanical voice sounded.

"Traitor, you should make him a servitor."

It's been a long time since I last saw him. John stood up and dusted himself off, because he was the only technical staff in this world.

"Miss, long time no see."

The Mechanicus girl adjusted back to a normal human voice and answered. "Yes, it's been a long time, but he can probably live for 600 Terra years without his transformation."

"He came to check the orbital array there and wanted to tell me something."

John was a little surprised. They had no interest in anything other than STC, so why did they take the initiative to find him?

"What is it? The Mechanicus' request, his governor will definitely do it."

The Mechanicus girl answered. "He never left his house but knew that a rebellion caused by the Spiritualists had taken place here. Although he felt deeply distressed, his emotions still existed. He needed that world to use all its strength to produce the STC that he had spent many months replicating."

"Dark Age technology, the production line of incendiary weapons!"

John Dean's cigar fell to the ground. It was something that many imperial worlds dreamed of. If it was clearly understood and placed in front of him, the treasure of the Dark Age would be sought after even in Terra.

"Incendiary weapons? Few worlds have produced them since the unspeakable rebellion 30 thousand years ago! Are there any in their ruins?"

The girl nodded. "Although it is not a military version, it can just provide the power for mortals to fire. If it can be mass-produced, hundreds of shots are enough to destroy any enemy."

"STC has completed the analysis. The incendiary assault gun is completely sufficient for mortals to use."

John Dean looked at the burning cigar, picked it up, wiped the mouthpiece and continued to smoke, as if trying to calm himself down.

"There are 56 factories that can be used, excluding civilian production lines, and 34 factories with lathes, all of which are used to produce heat ray ammunition for incendiary weapons. If they want to support the war, they should produce the fastest possible products."

"Give him three days, and he will send the first batch of precious ammunition to the front line, no matter what the cost."

Hearing the answer of the planetary governor, the Mechanicus girl stood up and prepared to leave with him, muttering in her mouth.

"No, Om Messiah..."

Very good, she didn't see the terrible things that Alan Baier did to Chimera on the front line...

But because of the emergence of STC, the whole world became active again. Because the production is not high and there are not many ammunition that can be exported, the line for producing incendiary ammunition has become the most popular work line in the entire hive because the working time is only nine hours.

Hundreds of thousands of people were relieved from heavy work and rested and played in the square. Three days later, the first batch of precious incendiary weapons were also assembled.

STC is a booster for the residents of the hive city, allowing them to see hope, hope that the world will be rich and work will become easier, and also a bargaining chip for the victory of the Fourth Regiment.

The civilian trucks carrying countless ammunition were pulled up by PDF and walked towards the rain forest with their flesh legs, because they did not have the vehicle engine that could move in the forest of that world.

John Dean walked out of his city. He had not felt free for a long time. He took off his gorgeous clothes and changed into his scarred bulletproof armor, took his favorite explosive gun, and put a bayonet on the muzzle.

The feeling of the past filled his body, and the taste of hope and vitality made him sincerely grateful for the changes brought by STC. If he were not a mortal, he might have joined the Mechanicus.

He thought so and directed several rickshaws to walk through the dark forest path that was barely opened during that time...

But at this moment, the front line was in, and Alan Baier, who knew nothing about the situation in the rear, entered the Chimera that had been transformed, looking at the dark rain forest in the distance, without any fear in his heart.

"He, Lieutenant Colonel and Commander of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, Alan Bair, to all members of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment, their decisive battle will begin immediately. May the Emperor's light shine on them, and the traitors' defilement of their world will come to an end."

"In that long war, some people defeated the most terrible green-skinned orcs with him, and some lost their brothers in the battle with the traitors. When the recruits transformed into veterans, it was not good or beautiful. Blood and fire forged them like a furnace."

"They are invincible, while those who betrayed the Empire are extremely fragile. Since the end of this battle, those who licked their wounds have retreated. According to the report of the Catachan team, in the direction of 189, about five kilometers, is the enemy's base."

"Eliminate the enemy, eradicate the heretics, and let the light shine on Gondvar VI and that star region."

"I repeat again, he, Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bayer, commander of the 4th Cadiz Infantry Regiment, sincerely requests that all personnel go east alive."

The communicator hung up, and then there was silence. There was a long silence, no cheers, no sighs, just military boots on the ground, a thunderous sound, and 20,000 people stepped firmly into the forest with unified steps.

They are mortal, they are not mortal, they are stupid, short-lived, and have little experience, but they are stronger than steel, stronger than Superman, because they are not the Imperial Hammer, the Astra Militarum, the Imperial Guard, the 4th Skadi Infantry, the Protection The people in his second hometown can also kill the traitors and defeat the green-skinned heroes!

In the traitor camp, Vengar, who was tired from training his brothers for months, woke up from a nightmare. His nap was still short-lived, because he dreamed of silver stars shining high on his body, making him He felt stinging and ashamed.

He rudely woke up from his hibernation chamber. His leg armor sank into the wall because he could not control his strength. He was breathing heavily, but it was not because of blood thirst, but because he felt fear.

"Why is it cocoa, what is it? Those mortals?"

He looked at the sky, but the beautiful cloudless day made him feel even worse. He called to his servant and begged him to recite filthy hymns in praise of the Chaos Gods he worshiped.

But he still couldn't calm down that feeling. Could he smell the smell of war, and would he fail?

Lingke? Subspace? prophecy? Neither…

At first his thoughts were fixed on the dream of the silver sun.

"Emperor? My lord?" After he said those two words, he felt his chest being burned and his breathing difficult, as if his throat was being grabbed.

But he got up quickly. "He has left the empire. I can't control his fate. Damn it...damn you, fake emperor...fake emperor...loser!"

He was weak and his golden hair was scattered all over the ground. He staggered to the camp's evil eight-pointed star symbol, which was not made of countless mortal bodies. Evil, corruption, flesh and bones could be seen everywhere.

He knelt down on one knee and felt his chest relax a lot, but a heavy electromagnetic sound sounded.

"Wyngar, do I feel it too?"

Why did the visitor ask that, because he also felt that the huge walking mecha, with the black and red paint and the huge heat ray gun, and the melee legs and arms that were once called the Imperial Fists have become the claws of chaos. .

The mecha was pasting a hymn, clearly recording how many compatriots and brothers the killing machine had killed.

Veengar paused for breath. "No, no, you are the elder..." He still kept the saying from the battle group, Wong Wuwei was called the elder, because the warriors in that machine were as old as that battle group.

The fearless man looked at the shrine of the eight-pointed star and said to his descendant in a metallic voice. "I want to experience the most terrible war in my life. I have never experienced such a feeling, because the enemies I wrongly killed have never been paid attention to by the real power."

"If you don't want your soul to burn in the flames of the false emperor after death, prepare now to defeat them!"

Tomorrow the old book will be jammed and I will be exhausted.

I spent a day watching videos of boys dressing up in women’s clothing, that kind of useless stuff…