DipNovel Chapter 426 The troublemaker of the galaxy!
Chapter 426 The troublemaker of the galaxy!
Guilliman was not in a very good condition at this time, his strength was weak, and he could barely gather together the Armor of Hope that had been scattered during the fierce battle.
Some parts have been damaged by psychic energy, and the servo system cannot transmit energy there. The original body is dragging part of the armor with its own power.
Most of the Wings of Despair were folded, except for the miniature power supply systems of many wings that were destroyed by psychic overload. Guilliman wanted to find a bag to store the fragments. He didn't want anyone to know about his battle.
Ultimately, he chose a very Leman Russ approach.
The Primarch sneaked into a battlefield where the battle was over. He dragged away the headshot corpse of a pure-blood Genestealer, decapitated it, took out the internal organs and piled them with other corpses, and then threw the collected weapon fragments into the corpse. In the "skin bag" made.
Titus fought while looking for traces of the original body. He and the Inquisitor fought through the fleeing troops of the Genestealers, and suddenly met up with the Custodes team, but there was still no trace of the original body.
There were corpses of gene stealers all along the way, and the entire gene sect was surrounded airtight. The follow-up force of the Ever Victorious Army arrived at the previous sewer drainage area, which was the area where the original body, the Inquisitor, and Titus landed.
The troops found the original body with a weak face "elegantly" raising a goblet and drinking.
High feet, the kind that connect to the thighs.
Guilliman was holding the thigh of a pure-blood chicken thief and drinking an unknown amount of purple genestealer blood. Then he tore off a piece of meat, burned it with the laser of the Wings of Despair, and was eating a medium-rare chicken thief steak.
The Primarch's physique was so powerful that the abundant parasites and genetic viruses within the Genestealers were no different to Guilliman than popcorn.
The Chang Sheng Army in charge of the encirclement was dumbfounded. How could his genetic father...
Guilliman waved to them, "This is their leader, go ahead, don't let an enemy go, I will guard this passage."
Changshengjun:.......
Are you also the Great Devourer? Will you eat the one coming from the other side?
However, the corpses and emaciated faces on the ground behind the original body quickly made these veterans feel ashamed. It was because they arrived too late, causing the Gene Father to fall into a hard battle and "recuperate" after being injured.
The accompanying pharmacist wanted to examine the body of the original body. Guilliman waved his hand, but forget it. From 30K to now, any pharmacist who saw the body of the original body didn't scratch his head and head and two heads?
......
The final glory of this battle was placed on the Custodes squad, because "the great regent was handling imperial affairs in the palace day and night" and did not appear here at all.
The ending was interesting. Titus applied for removal from the position of captain of the victorious army for dereliction of duty, while Guilliman also commended him for his heroic fighting and hard-core style of strictly executing the orders of the primarch.
By the way, he threw his transfer application into the trash can.
Guilliman wanted to take a few more days off, but Ms. Euton's urgent battle report pulled him back to the beautifully decorated government palace.
Ms. Youdun is very old. This body was not created with the body of a child. She was born with the posture of a middle-aged woman. Now she can only rely on life-extending surgery and mechanical prosthetics to support her activities.
In contrast, the Primarch remained as heroic as ever, sitting high in the Regent's chair.
"My lord, urgent information from the Chapter Master of the Raven Guard."
Guilliman received the secret report, which still contained the same words. The Raven Guard knew the movements of the Red Torrent through the intelligence network, and requested immediate reinforcements to form a horn with the First Expeditionary Force.
"Remind Azrael that the rebels are stronger than them." These were the exact words of the Chapter Master of the Raven Guard.
An affirmative statement was used here, not something like "Azrael imagined it, the think tank estimated it."
"They have two Glory Queen-class battleships and one Hive-class battleship. I have to remind the Prince Regent of this matter again to prevent you from classifying this seemingly outrageous intelligence as false intelligence."
When the Red Torrent captured the Nightfall and Omegon, the Raven Guard scouts were indeed present. Guilliman wrote a letter to appease them, which roughly meant that everything is under my control. You can continue to perform your mission. It's not yet time for you to return.
It has been eleven thousand years since the Raven Guard lost their Glorious Queen-class battleship. Their warriors have not despised such powerful battleships. On the contrary, they over-praising such powerful ships when teaching new recruits. Slightly overestimating its combat effectiveness.
The original body took a short rest and looked through the battle reports of Red Torrent. This was the only time he could relax, because no matter which side won, he was very happy. Among so many secret front missions, only they went on the smoothest.
The regent was overjoyed too early.
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After the main force of the Red Torrent stormed the Imperial Fortress World, they suddenly retreated as planned and headed in an outrageous direction, leaving the First Expeditionary Force that was outflanked in front and behind to escape.
At least no one in the Empire thought that the rebels would suddenly walk from that rugged and difficult-to-walk remote channel in the warp to the far end of the galaxy far away from the main battlefield. Deal with the Rogue Traders.
The great Lord of Change, the God of Eternal Wisdom, the inscrutable Trickster of Fate, the Master of Tricks and Conspiracies, Lord Tzeentch believes that this is a very possible path.
He sensed a conspiracy in the thinking of the defenders of the Imperial Fortress. His interest in the Red Torrent force was growing day by day. However, Fengyun-class battleships generally did not travel through subspace, so he chose ships that sailed in subspace to start.
The increasingly prosperous Loyalty Trial has saved those sailing ships. The crew members are keen to go to the Adamantine Warriors. Sometimes they just go over and salute, but it does effectively prevent the occurrence of corruption, especially the Adamantine Warriors. Under surveillance on the lower deck, dozens of Tzeentch followers were executed directly before they were completely corrupted.
In the real world, it may take a month for a mortal to be completely corrupted, but in subspace, a single flicker of Geller's stance can corrupt many people.
The massive loss of crew was only a prelude to Tzeentch's plan.
Red Torrent must find a way to replenish the crew, so that there will be interaction between the ships, and then he will be qualified to send believers into the People's Light.
The fleet group sailed out of the subspace after three months of sailing. This was a long voyage. The fleet needed to replenish resources, and the reconnaissance force went to look for traces of the Rogue Traders.
This is a very powerful dynasty of Rogue Traders. They have more than ten wealthy worlds as their settlements. This stems from a very, very old agreement, so old that it was signed by their ancestors and the emperor.
For every twenty worlds explored, you can have all the permissions of one world.
Over such a long period of time, their contribution to the human empire was very great. Although half of the world they explored has been reduced to fragments under the extermination order, this does not hinder their lofty status.
When the Scouts sailed into the world under their command as the First Trade Fleet, they gave us a warm welcome.
Trade, listen to this word, it is full of fat and oil, like the most beautiful phrase in the world.
The Rogue Traders have long heard of the name of this trading fleet. Unlike the Forge World, their business is selling slaves and animals (alien), as well as various specialties from the heretic world, and they have almost no business competition with us. .
This also brought their welcome to our arrival to a head.
They used a large number of professional maids and national church choirs to organize a grand welcome ceremony. The exotic welcome and the diplomatic method of delivering specialties first won my heart. Of course, I refer to the last part.
Nian Cijin walked out of the battleship and observed the surroundings calmly.
The other party's enthusiasm did not dispel the political commissar's vigilance.
He seemed to be examining whether this dynasty of rogue traders had any reason to live.
As soon as he saw the Emperor's Angels coming out first, the choir's voice became more solemn and sacred. The eldest son of the Ronin, who was the leader, also put away his smile and performed the Sky Eagle Salute to the Emperor's Angels.
The eldest son judged that this Rogue Trader was very powerful. Although he also maintained friendly relations with many Astartes warbands, so friendly that he could have them come over with just a summons, but the other party actually asked the Astartes to escort him directly.
Not simple, really not simple.
At this time, the unlucky guy we originally introduced has passed away. Currently, his son Soth inherits the family business, and he is also old.
There was no way. Dad was in poverty before he encountered the red torrent. He got married early and had him in his thirties. Now that dad died at the age of 345, he is also over years old and not far from the throne.
He came out in a mechanical wheelchair, at the very back of the queue.
Under normal circumstances, everyone would definitely think that the old man was a high-ranking mortal official, and that the Astartes were in charge. However, in the eyes of the other party, the Astartes walking in front seemed to be a bit like a bodyguard.
Just like before a mafia boss appears, a large group of young men wearing black suits spread out in a row and laid out their formations, and then the boss slowly walked out with the sound on.
The eldest son greeted everyone politely, and then there was a series of reception banquets and trade meetings.
At least thirty conference halls were filled with trade meeting arrangements, and hundreds of professional mortals participated in the negotiations. Nian Cijin generally felt that this merchant dynasty was fine. At least the products were all "animals" and "subhumans and mutants." human slaves”.
We ordered canned vegetables and some shellfish.
A kind of dry land shell that is abundant in the local area can survive for a long time without contact with water and food. It is simply an excellent storage of fresh meat when sailing long distances.
Normally, just leave it in the warehouse and it won't be able to run away.
We did the same thing, throwing a lot of shells in the warehouse. No one noticed that one shell moved and wriggled to a secret location.
After several days of large-scale resource exchange, our fleet left here. Spies and agents have been deployed around, and information is flowing in continuously.
Xiaolan and the others wanted to conduct a second wave of reconnaissance. The trade fleet returned to the flagship and the new fleet set sail.
The mortal political commissar happily docked with the trade fleet. Today is a great day.
Under normal circumstances, the army prohibits alcohol, except for celebration banquets, festivals, and departure meetings. These celebrations can be postponed. The last time the feint attack on the fortress world was successful, because of the immediate jump into subspace, the celebration banquet has been postponed until now.
The new ingredients brought by the trade fleet, there are new snacks for drinking today!
The two political commissars chatted happily. The political commissar of the trade fleet told what new and good things he got today, while the other one shouted that he would let his squadron perform the mission next time.
"Political commissar," a dull voice broke the harmonious conversation, "the number in the third warehouse of Luxing Clams does not match, one is missing."
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"Go, check it again, brother, we'll talk about it later, I'll personally supervise it."
The political commissar waved goodbye, shook the political commissar's coat, and stood up the collar. This was a default gesture of performing a task, and most people would not stop his actions.
He walked into the warehouse with a servant, checked again, and confirmed that one was missing.
"Record, Contact Chapter, No. 183 The trade of the Rogue Trader Dynasty is lacking. It is recommended to test it again."
As soon as the political commissar finished speaking, the servant behind him did not respond. He turned around and saw a faint blue light engulfing him.
.....
"Everything is normal, brother. The damn adjutant secretly hid a snack that he wanted to use as an appetizer for the night. It has been sent to the solitary room." The two political commissars met again.
The political commissar on the People's Light had a serious expression, "With all due respect, this is a matter of principle. In essence, it is private possession of collective wealth. It is a serious act of theft. Your subordinates need ideological education."
"Believe me, I will handle it well. I will never tolerate this kind of behavior. I will report it to the political commissar of the regiment."
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The political commissar walked into the People's Light, his collar still upright.
When the two political commissars passed each other, he cleverly took away the other's gun. The political commissar was also very alert. He felt a light on his gun bag and opened it suspiciously to check.
The gun is there.
never mind.
A small part was thrown into the corner. Without this part, the laser pistol would explode the next time the trigger was pulled.
He, or in other words, it walked quickly in the passage, with a steady and urgent pace, but a curious and elegant soul.
Walk through the corridor and walk into the factory area. After entering the toilet, you come out looking like a worker. Then you throw an important production and construction document into the fuel supply pipe of the steelmaking furnace and do some tricks on the power system. This makes it prone to unstable power supply.
There is a slight obstacle to its changes, which comes from the subspace hidden mode that the People's Light activates at all times.
Its power is like sneaking in a ball of sticky pus, and it doesn't walk very fast, but at this level, it can't stop a big demon.
The Changeling, one of Tzeentch's favorite demons, has become more and more unscrupulous in its actions after being upgraded to a great demon. It is good at causing disasters in the galaxy, and is also good at changing and imitating any creature.
According to legend, it once transformed into the appearance of the Imperial Guards and followed a group of Imperial Guards to patrol the palace.
I don't know whether this matter is true or not. If I could walk in the palace, I'm afraid it wouldn't be to sneak in, but to say something to the emperor as a messenger of Tzeentch.
After walking out of the factory, he turned into an industrial sentry robot. His huge body walked towards the industrial area step by step without anyone stopping him.
All the way to the core warning area, its movements became more cautious, and its soul became more and more excited. It was patrolled by anti-psychic armor all the time, which was too exciting.
This is like a heavily guarded place.
The change spirit immediately discovered an interesting thing. In the core area of the People's Light, there were many battle groups and warriors with different gene seeds. He immediately changed into the appearance of a passing Lamenter warrior.
He walked in a swaggering manner, with the Astartes wearing a large robe in his normal posture. At a glance, he spotted two wolf brothers hiding furtively aside, as quiet as hibernating hunters.
It smiled knowingly, suddenly jumped up, and slammed against the ceiling.
The ceiling was shattered by its powerful force, and a bottle of Collin's fine wine fell from above. It pretended to be very excited and ran back.
The two wolf brothers were dumbfounded and chased after them with gritted teeth. The speed of both parties was very fast. It traveled through the People's Light, avoiding the adamantine warriors through its instinct of disgust towards anti-psionic power, and came to the side of an Angel of Dawn warrior. Rest room.
The warrior was not in his room. Once inside, in addition to the Astartes' personal arsenal, there were also a large number of artworks and paints from his paintings.
The change spirit opened the Coran wine, spilled half of the bottle onto the painted portrait of the return of Saint Les, and poured half of the bottle into the paint.
When Angel of Dawn came back, he found two wolf brothers standing at the door of his room with their hands covered with anger. The portrait inside had been completely destroyed, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
At this time, the change spirit had transformed into a priest of the Mechanicus and ordered the safety valve to be unlocked. The two giant ships floating in the shipyard were locked by safety fixtures. Once one of them was unlocked, it would most likely be in a vacuum state. It collided with another battleship and a huge accident occurred.
The caretaker objected, demanding proof from a higher authority and a biometric code.
Its forgery ability is authoritative. It opens a white screen and directly forms a picture of seeing the superior's order in the mind of the watcher, and then inserts one of his arms into the instrument.
The changeling spirit was finally noticed, by Anos.
The change spirit was not proficient in the power of electronic demons. After a powerful "machine soul" force intervened, the entire machine exploded.
It "embarrassed" escaped the accident, which did not discourage it, but made it more interested.
The Almighty Demon King loved this demon very much. It walked in the People's Light at a speed far faster than any invading demon. It turned into a soldier of the security force and followed a group of soldiers who hurried away and left. here.
Then, it's ready for a big one.
It transformed into the appearance of Horus and swaggered into the area where the Blood Angels were stationed.
Most of the angels were very sensible, and half of the particularly old warriors greeted him cordially, calling him champion, and asking kindly: "Kazaniv, have you grown taller again?"
The other half hurried away, seriously suspecting that they had fallen into the Black Rage, to find the Chapter Chaplain.
The changeling finally understood what the problem was. The robes of the Red Torrent Chapter were too ordinary. Horus... no, the Warmaster should wear the armor he wore when he dueled with the Emperor! .
It grew taller, and the giant Terminator armor built by Forging General Kebo Hal walked majestically in the corridor of the flagship. Every step he took could crush the ground, leaving huge broken marks.
Coming to investigate were the Lamenters, who quickly went into a frenzy and charged towards him, whether he was Horus or not.
.......
Yifeng sat in the command room, dumbfounded.
WTF? Is there a Warmaster wandering around in my flagship?
You think this is the Vengeful Spirit!
After watching the surveillance video, which showed a large number of the descendants of Saint Les starting to wrestle with the priests, Yifeng quickly concluded that this was an invasion.
"Everyone is on alert. Let William come over. All soldiers are on alert. All Primaris warriors are wearing armor."
Primaris warriors wearing adamantine battle armor came quickly and suppressed the crazy wailers who were only wearing burqas.
Some warriors caught the shadow of "Horus" in the corner of their eyes. In the vision of the adamantine warriors, it was a blue and faint thing, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yifeng was very nervous. Horus was the biggest taboo. He quickly searched for clues related to the Warmaster, and first ruled out that the Chaos enemies had sent pirated Horus to "his descendants through the Luna Wolf's gene seeds." around" this matter.
The flagship's subspace protection had not failed.
"William, be careful. Set the target as a physical illusion. Also, be careful, it may be the forces of Fabius Bayer of the Emperor's Children Legion."
If you think about it carefully, only an old Chinese medicine doctor... ah no, Fabius, a biochemical wizard, a powerful guy who can pirate and clone the original body, can do this.
But how did you get in?
Just as he was thinking, the changeling began to act like a monster again.
It thought it was time to meet the leader of this ship. After observing it for a while, he discovered that this chapter was dedicated to the leader of the German and Italian Chapter.
It rubbed the stone statue of Deika with the image of the emperor for a while, becoming sacred and majestic, descending on a place like the champion of Deika blessed by the emperor.
It is as if this respected Astartes became a living saint after his soul returned to the throne, reshaped his body and came here.
The changeling likes to do this, and it especially likes to transform into the Emperor's appearance on fierce battlefields to encourage the Astra Militarum to launch a counterattack. After the group of silly big-headed soldiers rush out of the trench bunker, it suddenly disappears.
"The Emperor has abandoned us!" it shouted in the form of an ordinary Astra Militarum!
The morale of the entire army will hit rock bottom.
At this time, his shining golden appearance attracted the attention of many political commissars, especially this location - the Chapter's History Hall, which is open to mortals.
The changeling spirit made up his mind and disappeared before the heavy adamantine armor arrived, turning into a political commissar and hiding aside to observe.
The person in charge will definitely come out!
The person in charge is here.
quietly.
Not Yifeng.
The winner emerges from the shadows and looks at it indifferently.