Chapter 254 Chaos War "The Legendary God?" (Two in One)

Are the Returners already among us?

All the elites were confused by Xiander's words.

After all, that was the successor appointed by the gods, and they were also "gods"-like beings.

Even the captain of the guard named Ripa did not fall into a state of sadness or rage at this moment due to the death of the mournful prophet.

After all, the guards were already in a dilemma, but when they saw Xiandel take action and Apu as the "god's envoy" persuaded them, they completely gave up the idea of ​​foolish loyalty.

However, the "public" secret talks between the three prophets on the island in the middle of the lake really wore away the loyalty of the Glory Guards.

They were not far away, doing their best to ensure safety, but they never thought that the three prophets were actually discussing how to expel the Sangheili from the Star Alliance and even kill them all.

They are indeed somewhat foolish and loyal, but they are not hopelessly stupid.

As the captain, Lipa took the initiative to lower the energy spear in his hand, knelt down on one knee and said piously to Apu:

"Ripa Morami, I am willing to serve as the envoy of God and the Returned!"

"I am willing to serve God's envoys and the returned ones!"

All the glory guards knelt on one knee and responded in unison.

"I'm just an artificial intelligence." Apu still said calmly, then looked at Xiandel beside him and said:

"Before the real returnees arrive, please ask Captain Luo Size to be responsible for maintaining order and arranging how to handle your internal affairs."

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Hearing this, the eyes and expression of the elite member with the golden crown suddenly turned fearful.

Some council members did the same and stared at Siander standing in front.

Being able to serve as members of parliament means that they have their own political opinions and their desire to control existing power.

Not many people are willing to break the things they are accustomed to and hand over their rights as private property.

Xiander, on the other hand, directly ignored what those congressmen were thinking. In his mind, as long as "my lord" was present, all power struggles were just illusory decorations.

So he said bluntly: “The first thing we have to do now is to expose the ugly face of the prophet to all the people.

The second step is to take control of the City of Charity and the defense fleet as soon as possible to ensure that the situation is within the controllable range of our clan before the return of the Lord of Resurrection.

Then, we will cooperate with the active forces of our home planet to deal with the Jiralhanae beasts entrenched in important strongholds of the empire. "

When Vadami and Artes visited the prison, Xiandel had already hinted the two friends to return to their home planet, reminding their parents and clan to be more vigilant against the Covenant, the Prophet, and the Jiralhanae.

But Xiandel also didn't expect that Apu's copy of the data would make the truth, pathos, and secret conversations of the prophet of mercy known to the public.

Although this is somewhat beyond Xiandel's original plan, it has to be said that Apu's move has provided them with a lot of convenience.

Now, all it takes is Fulgrim, Angron, Riemann and others to step into the City of High Charity and work with them to deal with the remnants of the Prophet.

Hours later, this side of High Charity's outer defenses;

The 3rd formation, which was supposed to monitor the Siandel fleet, took the initiative to lift the siege and joined the "naval battle" involving 10,000 warships.

I saw dazzling blue, faint purple, or bright pink plasma cannons, streaking across the dark and icy space.

Boom—boom—!

The silent explosion of battleships also took place in this space.

The live broadcast of the Supreme Council was resumed not long ago, but the content of the live broadcast changed from the trial of Siandel to the torture of the prophet of truth and mercy.

The moment the ugly face and secret conversations were officially revealed, all the elites were furious. They immediately organized their direct subordinates and began to violently eliminate the prophets and Jiralhanae.

After the Jiralhanae discovered that their own race was one that the Prophet had focused on cultivating, they took the initiative to take on guard duties, trying to protect the surviving Prophets within the City of High Charity and assisting in suppressing the "rebellion" started by the elites.

However, the battle looked fierce, but the situation turned out to be one-sided.

The party where elites serve as captains and fleet commanders accounts for more than 80% of all defense fleets.

In terms of numbers, the Jiralhanae who firmly supported the Prophet were already at a disadvantage. In addition, their skills and experience in "naval warfare" were far less proficient than the elites, so they were completely suppressed.

Only the ground battle that broke out inside the City of Charity finally allowed the Jiralhanae to exert its numerical and physical advantages.

And the Gnolls, who were adaptable to the situation, chose to do so after seeing that the Jiralhanae gained the upper hand in the ground battle.

Escape.

They will not sacrifice their lives for the elites or Jiralhanae, or the superior prophets.

The current situation was extremely chaotic. Naturally, the Jackals were thinking about how to get more benefits, so they took the opportunity to steal a large amount of property. They also seized various ships moored in the port and made an emergency jump to escape from this land of right and wrong. .

Now they just want to save their lives and return to the freedom of interstellar pirates, and then wait for the elites or Jiralhanae to offer a price and hire them to carry out subsequent wars.

As for the Grunts under the command of the Jiralhanae, their fate was somewhat miserable.

They did not have the quick response of the gnolls, so they had to choose to be forced to obey the Jiralhanae and start a confrontation with the elite forces.

However, the Grunts, who have been fighting and operating with the elites from beginning to end, have high morale.

Some radical Grunts even took plasma grenades and took the initiative to run towards the Jiralhanae, which was extremely tall for them, and chose to die together.

But what the Jiralhanae side did not notice was that Xiandel's CCS-class battleship flagship had already rushed to Port No. 1 of the City of High Charity unimpeded.

In port number one under the "cap";

The space here is extremely vast, and the internal air is separated from the cold outer space by a layer of plasma gas valves that exudes a light blue luster.

In addition, in the port of call here, there are several CCS-class battlecruisers undergoing repairs and maintenance, and a CAS-class attack aircraft carrier with a length of more than five kilometers.

Boom—boom—!

A deafening explosion.

Whoosh-whoosh! !

Intensive gunfire caused by various plasma guns and fuel cannons.

"Roar! Seize the aircraft carrier and protect the prophet's retreat!"

"Damn Sangheili! Die!"

And the angry roar of the Jiralhanae.

Looking towards the port platform where the CAS-class aircraft carrier is located, you can see thousands of Jiralhanae escorting a few prophets in suspended wheelchairs with extremely panicked facial expressions to the corridor bridge.

During the run, there were Jackals who also wanted to seize the aircraft carrier. They consciously took a detour to avoid it, and settled for the next best thing, preparing to occupy the CCS-class cruiser.

"Don't run away if you have the guts! You bastard!"

"Traitor!! Scum without honor!"

More than a hundred young, impulsive blue-armored elites led their standard combat teams and constantly pursued the Jiralhanae and the Prophet.

Moreover, there are some Jackals in the battle team.

It seems that the discipline of the team under the command of the elite is much stronger than that of the violent and savage Jiralhanae.

At least these gnolls are still willing to follow their elite leader in the current chaotic situation.

Boom————!

However, all "people" or things were forced to press the pause button due to the forced intrusion of Xiandel's flagship.

I saw this CCS-class flagship running rampant, deploying its energy shield, and hitting the tail engine of the CAS-class aircraft carrier.

Buzz. Boom——!

The CAS-class aircraft carrier shifted and hit the port platform.

The running Jiralhanae, Prophet, and the pursuing elite combat team staggered, and some even became unstable and fell to the ground.

"ah!"

"Wow!"

The timid Grunt even held his head in his hands, cowering in place due to the sudden change.

Moreover, the CAS-class aircraft carrier that suffered impact and displacement broke away from the restraints of the port's force field and fell downward due to the gravity of the City of Charity until it made an emergency landing in the large cargo area at the bottom of the port.

This completely frustrated the Jiralhanae's plan to seize the aircraft carrier and escape from the City of High Charity.

At the same time, the "culprit" that caused all this, Siander's flagship, successfully sailed into the port of call and completed a sudden stop.

Immediately afterwards, the flagship's belly hangar unfolded the side gates and released the metal pedals to connect with the port platform.

"Roar"

"what's the situation."

After the aftermath of the ship collision, some Jiralhanae aimed their guns and axes at the CCS-class flagship hangar with the gates opened.

I just didn’t wait for them to react, just listened——

Boom, boom! !

The magnetic boots of the power armor, the heavy footsteps on the metal pedal.

Damn! Damn! !

There were also .75cal and 1.0cal caliber bolt firearms, and the sound of gunfire pouring out various bolt rounds resounded throughout Port No. 1 in an instant.

Bang! Bang——!

The unique explosion of bolt rounds is interspersed with a "symphony" played by gunfire.

puff! Pfft——!

What followed was the muffled sound of flesh cracking and shattering.

Armor without an energy shield was unable to withstand standard bolt rounds containing metallic hydrogen. The Jiralhanae, which was physically strong and had an obvious target, almost fell to pieces in rows and fell to the ground dead.

! ! !

At this time, the Jiralhanae discovered that the "enemies" pouring out of the CCS-class hangar were not the elite combat teams they imagined, but a group of "giants" wearing unknown power armor and whose helmet monitors revealed a terrifying light. ”.

Of course, the term "giant" is from the perspective of the Grunts and Jackals.

In fact, these "giants" are young Astartes wearing advanced one-piece combat suits, titanium armor and cold fusion power backpacks.

Moreover, their power armor is mainly painted in black, with red, yellow, green, white and blue and yellow colors used to distinguish the student groups to which they belong, that is -

Blood Angels, Dark Angels, and the Thousand Sons.

After being implanted with the gene seeds of different original bodies, this group of 16- and 17-year-old adapter youths have improved their physical fitness by leaps and bounds, and their average height has exceeded two meters.

All statistics are much stronger than those of genetically enhanced investigators and elite veterans who have been injected with Inquise serum. They are only inferior in terms of actual combat experience.

(Note: Atlas’ gene seed is different from the original “Warhammer 40k”.

And after completing the surgery, Atlas's Astartes' overall ability, weight and height matched those of the Primaris Space Marines. )

But before all the transformation surgeries were completed, even they were unable to adapt well or safely control the nanosuits with active fluid metal layers, so they only wore semi-finished titanium power armor.

However, controlling cannon-caliber bolt firearms, coupled with its own reactions and the assistance of power armor, is more than enough to achieve perfect accuracy.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

"Activate bubble shield!"

The Jiralhanae, which suffered a fierce offensive from the Young Astartes, still maintained its basic morale and ability to counterattack.

Many Jiralhanae veterans also took out handle-shaped "grenades" and threw them on the ground, and then a layer of hexagonal "" transparent bubbles quickly rose up.

Bang! Bang!

Buzz~buzz~!

These bubbles emitting faint light successfully blocked a large number of different types of bolt shells, and also gave the Jiralhanae some breathing space.

And this is the so-called "Bubble Shield".

This type of armor can produce a high-power energy shield, which is used to improve the survival rate of Covenant frontline troops, but usually, bubble shields are exclusive equipment for Jiralhanae veterans.

Although it can withstand fierce firepower, its shortcomings are also particularly obvious.

Twenty seconds later.

The energy shields generated by these disposable armors dissipated one after another, exposing the Jiralhanae to the firepower of bolt rounds again.

The most important thing is that in just twenty seconds, more than a thousand young Astartes rushed to the port platform.

also--

"Hahaha! Finally we can have a good fight!"

In addition, Riemann, who is four meters tall, walked leisurely across the steps and arrived at the port platform.

The Primarch opened his helmet, exposing his stubbled, blond hair to the air.

Moreover, while placing his right hand on the scabbard at his waist, he said in a loud voice in the native language of the elite:

"All Sangheili, listen! We are the so-called Returners. Be careful of friendly fire and avoid accidental damage, otherwise I will feed you a few bolt rounds myself!"

The words mixed with psychic energy instantly spread throughout Port No. 1.

At the same time, Riemann also drew out the Sword of Winter that Sui Yang had made for him and rushed towards the Jiralhanae's defensive position.

! ! !

"Kill that guy quickly!"

"Where is it? I can't see it at all!!"

"Suppressive fire! Suppressive fire!!"

The Jiralhanae were unable to lock on to Riemann who had turned into an afterimage, not to mention the increasing number of young Astartes who were still rapidly eating away at their vitality, making it impossible to launch an effective counterattack.

In the blink of an eye, Riemann rushed into the position.

When the primarch stopped and prepared to wield the Sword of Winter, the Jiralhanae was able to notice its huge body, and then——

Bah!

Chi—puff—!

Then, like chopping vegetables, Riemann tore and cut all the Jiralhanae that were stunned on the spot, causing blood mist and flesh foam to fill the area.

The elites who were watching from a distance and did not understand the current situation were also sluggish in place.

"Ouch!" One of the red-armored elites moved his four-petal mouth and said with emotion:

"Is that the legendary god?"