DipNovel Chapter 398 Tie Shou: I am not a rich man, you are the rich man.
Chapter 398 Tie Shou: I am not a rich man, you are the rich man.
For Yifeng, firing the missile is an act of declaring war.
But for the Mechanicus and the Iron Hands, awakening the machine soul is already a signal to start war.
Chief Hammonk did not dare to act rashly. These ships could not be destroyed by the close-range firepower of Mechanical Ark, which had been severely damaged. If an orbital bomber-level bomb fell on them, the damage would be irreparable.
This Mechanical Ark is more valuable than an ordinary forging world.
"Your Majesty Omnissiah, use your brain, if it hasn't turned into a ball of metal." Yifeng, as a disciple of the God of Machines, a life-long enemy of the Mechanicus, and an enemy of Vashtor , the eternal friend of the Master of the Salamander Forge, the sixth mastermind behind the Fourth Legion's catastrophe, the false brat of the Imperial Fists, and the guardian of the remnants of the Shadow Blade Chapter, is finally starting to provoke the Iron Hands.
"Use your brain... Are we really here to support the battlefield with such a military force? Do you think the Emperor will not trust a battle commanded by an original chapter?"
The Hammonk clan urgently gathered a group of warriors and returned to the strike cruiser from the ground battlefield. They were ready to awaken the fearless, but who the opponent was still needed to be judged by the clan leader.
The Iron Father returned to space from the command center on the ground battlefield. He was equally angry, but he was much calmer than the patriarch.
"Stop your behavior. We cannot go to war with both sides at the same time. That will lead to the failure of this expedition. It is a complete failure. Everyone must repent collectively."
The Iron Father is not only the best among technical sergeants, but also plays the role of a priest. After all, the transformation of Iron Hand's recruits can almost be called a semi-mechanical ascension.
"I understand. In the name of the God of All Machines, keep them away from our battlefield. Holy Father, go and watch them."
Chief Hammonk changed his mind and asked the Iron Father to lead a small fleet to "destroy" the Red Flood fleet until the war here is over, trying to keep them as far away from this battlefield as possible.
At the same time, the Emperor's Thunder Emperor-class Titan began to be deployed, and the accompanying Knight Family and various small Titan formations began to be released.
The Dark Eldar on the ground are still racing on the cutter motorcycles, but the quality of the souls they can harvest is pitiful.
They are capable of destroying an Astra Militarum without an Astartes presence, with a single full-scale assault.
But they refused, and the Dark Eldar were victorious again and again, charging into the Astra Militarum defenses, killing them in a circle, and then stalking away.
To make the strange sonic booms of marauding gunship fire a mortal nightmare, the Dark Eldar need to feast on the pained, fear-filled souls.
But the killing did not bring the souls up to their expectations.
Just because those on the battlefield are the Mordian Iron Guards.
And now, they finally received the order to retreat.
"Retreat?" The political commissar of Mordian's 902nd Regiment confirmed in the communication in disbelief that the Dark Eldar had cut off their communication signals many times, and nineteen people were killed just to destroy the signal jammer deployed by the opponent. , forty-nine people are still lying deep in the trenches, enduring inhuman torture.
Are you telling me to retreat?
He even suspected that the Dark Eldar had invaded the communication channel.
"The plan has changed. Your position is on the road..."
On the road? Not giving way to anyone, the Mordian Iron Guard will not back down from the arrival of any enemy!
In the distance, a shocking bell rang. The first time the bell rang, the violent machine soul of the Emperor Thunder had awakened. The first roar of the machine soul after its long sleep was mixed with the sound of the bell and spread to the entire battlefield.
A strong person does not need to hide his existence, I am the master of this battlefield.
If the first ringing of the bell made the political commissar think it was an alien sonic attack, then the ensuing earthquake tremor made him immediately realize that the divine machine had awakened.
The earth trembled so violently that even the extremely professional trenches of the Mordian Guards collapsed.
The political commissar stuck his head out and looked behind the regiment at the risk of being shot by the poison crystal rifle.
The divine machine was so big that it was difficult for him to judge the specific size and distance.
The short warlord-level titan beside him made him understand how honored he was to see the supreme power of Omnisiah walking on the earth.
The armored forces opened the way forward, and a large number of Hydra anti-aircraft vehicles and Leman Russ tanks formed an iron wall of artillery fire.
Imperial Titans don't have melee weapons, so that's pointless. If a monster huge enough to destroy it could pass through his attack fire network covering the entire continent and come to it, then melee weapons would not be able to save the situation.
The Dark Eldar had deployed more than a hundred miles of booby traps, bunkers, and anti-aircraft batteries in an urbanized area, and now they became a living target.
Under the mixed offensive of the Emperor's Thunder and Strike Cruiser, the city's void shield was either overloaded or its specific location was confirmed. The Knight family attacked first and attacked the void shield generator with absolute enthusiasm.
Most of the Iron Hands' warriors are in commanding positions.
Not long after, the entire area was exposed to the wrath of the divine machine.
The warmongering Emperor-class Titan possesses an outrageous array of firepower.
The Revenge Cannon blasted out, turning large areas of buildings into ruins. There was only a huge spherical crater at the impact point. A large number of booby traps, poisonous traps and the "Spiritual Association Army" ambushed in them were destroyed.
A Dark Eldar anti-gravity gunship commando flew from the depths of the distant mountains, targeting the Titan's knees.
They have little experience in this kind of war. Once upon a time, no Dark Eldar would encounter creations like Titans. As pirates, they plundered the galaxy wantonly, and they were able to escape before the cumbersome war machines arrived.
The leader of the cabal gritted his teeth and looked at his cabal warriors, who refused to charge.
"We should retreat." The rebel rubbed the poisonous blade.
"It's useless to retreat. Are we going to find another planet, struggle like this for ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years, and then wait until the enemy's main force attacks, and then we run away in a hurry? Where is the dignity of the Eldar race?"
"You're old, go to hell."
The poisonous blade sliced open the pale skin, and the spasm caused by the neurotoxin burst out together with the heartbreaking pain, and the cloud of death surrounded this place.
The rebels dismissed it as a common murder.
"Pack your things, let's go."
The cabal turned into dozens of cabals.
The rebels did not notify the other cabal warriors and robbed the treasures they had searched for so long. They boarded the largest remaining ship, a sail frigate, and left from the webway gate deep in the planet.
The remaining cabal warriors still didn't know what happened, but they had no fighting spirit. The moment the Titan fire fell on their heads, retreat became a luxury.
The fleeing Dark Eldar did everything possible to hide, putting poison in the city's water sources that had been built for decades, setting bombs, and blowing up or destroying the city's power-supplying ion core.
A hive-level power supply core that takes a thousand years to build in a world can blow up an entire continent.
The arrival of these insects was too short, but the explosion in the small city also caused heavy casualties to the Astra Militarum and the Battle Sisters.
Chief Hammonk has lost his patience. Everyone here must die. Those humans who helped the aliens need to be purified. The reason why they have not launched orbital bombing yet is because they have not cut off the enemy's retreat route.
This is the mission of the Emperor's Thunder.
Fresh death and decaying souls.
The blue light of the plasma incineration cannon and the dark straight line of the dark spear sniper.
Sacred chants from the "church" and the infrasonic blast from the devastation's engine explosions.
The Imperial Titans found their way to the gates of the Webway, and a Deathwatch team fought their way into the center of the battlefield and discovered a deep shaft leading underground.
An attack signal indicator has been placed.
The members of the Death Watch team retreated as quickly as possible towards the Adeptus Mechanicus bunker.
A large number of huge skitarii have been waiting for a long time.
With the waves of earth set off by the Revenge Cannon, the entire deep pit was blown open.
But all five members of the Death Watch team discarded their power armor. The captain looked deeply at the war blade that had been with him for many years, and then threw it to the ground.
The five naked warriors were surrounded by a large group of giant Skitarii. The chest of the round jar-like Skitarii opened, revealing a force feedback control position.
"Remember, you have died due to shelling." The Mechanic Priest used hidden sign language to inform these "dead" warriors.
"This is the revenge of the Iron Hands Chapter, the warriors of the Red Torrent." The priest provided these "cans" at the direction of the Great Sage.
"But Political Commissar Nian Cijin has shown enough sincerity that your survival is worth the discount on a large order."
Between the Iron Hand and the Red Torrent, the Archsage of the Mechanicus, who was responsible for transporting the Emperor-class Titan, decided to... bring both sides together.
Who cares about the grudges between you? I only care about profit.
If it weren't for certain rules, he would have wanted to let the two warbands fight. It would be best if both sides purchased weapons from his forge world.
How can I make money by casting the world without fighting?
But the Mechanicus still has a little overall perspective.
You go up to fight, and I'll make money from behind.
reasonable.
A large number of Skitarii picked up some rags from the Dark Eldar, some of which had returned to their original form. The materials that could survive the Titan's bombardment must not be too bad.
The "Mechanicum Commandos" pretended to have obtained enough precious Dark Eldar products and began to retreat gradually.
.......
Chief Hammonk issued the final order to launch orbital bombing on the non-main residential areas of the Dark Eldar, such as the residences of the "Puppet Army", and let the post-war scavenging teams deal with the rest.
Then, he led the excess fleet to approach the Hope, and the fleet facing the red torrent maintained a first-level alert level.
"Send a small transport ship, the length must not exceed 500 meters, the width must not exceed 100 meters, the engine power..." Tie Shou said a lot "rigorously".
In short, send a small boat to explain what you are going to do.
Yifeng thought for a moment and decided not to get close to each other at this time. If Tie Shou was divided like that, his attitude towards the sub-tuan would be even worse.
Think about how the Mechanicum behaves.
"We need a conference room with the highest confidentiality level, with an anti-psionic level of minus six or above. The participants must be one of the top commanders of the Astartes Chapter..."
The conditions given by Yifeng are not undemanding. Even the Iron Hands Chapter needs time to activate certain equipment.
A meeting room of this level needs to awaken the machine soul. Although Yifeng doesn't understand the principle of the machine soul in the anti-psionic cabin at all, it might as well give both parties a break.
The fleet group of Red Torrent was "driven away" by the fleet led by Iron Father, and they arrived near Mandeville Point very cooperatively. This was just as they expected.
A squad of adamantine warriors, led by William, arrived at the strike cruiser Hammonk's Glory, which was much larger than an ordinary strike cruiser.
Dozens of cannons rotate slowly as the transport ship sails, and devastating cannon fire can be fired from the dark gun barrels at any time.
The moment the door of the transport boat opened, Chief Hammonk wanted to give his opponent a showdown. Four thunder cannons (four-barreled rapid-fire guns) were deployed in four positions and aimed at the door of the transport cabin.
The welcoming mechanical bell rang once, which meant that this was an extremely unwelcome guest.
The warriors following Chief Hammonk were all wearing finely crafted power armor, and they had a variety of weapons in their hands, including conventional power swords, sonic swords unique to the Mechanicus, and the Myriad Machine Power Axe.
As the steam dispersed, a huge golden shield first came into view. Chief Hammonk's eyes suddenly condensed, and the surrounding psychic detectors jumped wildly, with the pointer pointing towards a negative number.
A huge adamantine warrior came out holding a huge shield. It was the third generation (giant ugly) armor. Chief Hammonk did not show any contempt. Many detection light waves scanned it rudely.
No matter how they probed, this was simply the armor they had envisioned.
Fine gold, confirmed.
After the Iron Hands Chapter obtained the adamantine armor, they scanned it. The soldiers wearing it were very unhappy because this was a armor prepared for able-bodied warriors. With their technology, in addition to being detachable when worn, The other parts cannot be cut at all, which makes it difficult for those fanatical transformation madmen who want to use the adamantine armor as a fearless one with the adamantine armor forever.
They made a lot of plans to redesign the armor based on the properties of adamantine. Their armor was still on the drawing board, and the red torrent armor stood in front of them.
The leader of the Hamonk clan was shocked and put aside his contempt, and had to find a way to find out the origin of their armor.
"What's the explanation? Mechanical Heretic. Now you have more to explain."
"Take me there," William glanced sideways at Chief Hammonk, and then twitched the corners of his mouth wordlessly.
Which side is your... face on?
Chief Hammonk's helmet is very special, with masks on all sides and a metal round shell on top of his head.
There are only two masks at most, one for the front and one for the back of the head. How do you get four?
(Chief Hammonk: Guess I still have a face in the strict sense?)
"Take me to the conference room."
After saying this, William stopped talking.
The adamantine warriors at the back all disembarked, two guards holding giant shields stood around William, four heavy firepower warriors stood aside, two city-breaking type and two killing type (the weapons on both arms were melee weapons) guards. After getting dressed.
Chief Hammonk feels that the thunder cannon may not be able to defeat them.
......
Thirty minutes later, William, the two Heavenly Heroes, the Founding Father and the Patriarch sat down face to face in the secret room.
Outside, adamantine warriors and several iron-hand terminators guarded the door.
The mechanical eyes of the Terminator Warrior were constantly detecting the Adamantite Warrior, and then he said slightly angrily: "The Brutal Blade is equipped with a logging gun."
What the Terminator Warrior didn't expect was that the Adamantine Warrior actually understood his taunt.
The adamantine armor is indeed very good, but the weapons on it are indeed terrible. "Value for money, this is what war compares to."
"Have you heard of the Cruel Blade? Monk of the Red Torrent, I don't think it's cost-effective to install a bunch of crude weapons on such a precious armor."
"Think carefully about the war environment that the adamantine armor faces, the battlefield that exceeds the protective capabilities of ceramite. Is there any difference between the finely crafted weapons you think and these weapons?"
"Is this how you understand your responsibilities?" The veteran of the Iron Hands thinks you are sick. He understands what the adamantine warrior said, but when it comes to deploying a powerful armor like yours, isn't it because it is difficult to receive supplies? place?
You should be forging stronger, specialized weapons instead of replacing them with lots of cheap weapons that no one knows can be shipped in.
At this point, the Adamantite Warriors do admit that it is indeed difficult to fight alone and go deep into the decapitation operation alone, but... we operate in groups.
"My responsibilities are assigned by the command, including supply transportation in special battlefield environments."
After hearing this, the Iron Hand veteran said angrily, "If you do this, your transportation efficiency must be at least (), the production efficiency of explosive bombs must reach (), and the yield rate cannot be lower than ()..."
The Terminator veteran said a lot of professional terms, which Tian Xiongjun couldn't understand at all. He could only clearly understand the sentence: "Our best foundry is only as efficient as this."
So, the adamantine warrior responded: "You think we don't?"
Then, the Terminator veteran looked at him and said nothing.
People started to make up their own minds.
Such a style of play would not be supported by several forging worlds, right? This kind of armor can only be forged in the most advanced giant furnaces, and the price/performance ratio is extremely low. Is there any new technology?
In just a few seconds, the veteran had already imagined a brand new version of "Primaris Warrior Version Belisarius Cawl".
......
Inside the conference room, the atmosphere was warmer. Both sides had disarmed, but it was impossible for everyone to disarm completely.
My city-breaking hot melt is on my arm. Do you still want to remove it from my arm?
I'm not? A power punch attached to a prosthetic limb.
Both sides sat quietly, but the exchange of weapons had already begun.
William was the first to speak: "First of all, we deeply regret this accident. The three strike cruisers of our fleet lost their outer armor in the firepower of the Hope and were seriously damaged. They only destroyed one that was about to self-destruct. Dark Eldar War Armor, this result is unacceptable."
"Put this matter aside for now," the clan leader held back his anger. The appearance of eleven powerful armors allowed him to raise the expectations of Red Torrent to the highest level.
"Okay, our purpose here is to find a hidden giant shipyard that will never be discovered to repair warships."
"Your words are ambiguous. A clear need is good for you and me." The Forging Father said, more interested in knowing what ships need repair than in disgusting "non-Omnissian believers".
"We captured the Glory Queen-class battleship."
The Holy Father of Steel and the Patriarch suddenly stood up and pointed half an inch in front of William's face with their power fist.
"I swear to the Emperor that everything you said is true. This matter is of great importance..."
"We have a Custodian among our ships."
The two Iron Hand veterans were trembling inwardly, and began to chant praises for Omnisiah. In their excitement, they even forgot to ask which Glory Queen it was.
"I know what you want to ask. The Regent knows this, and I also need you to make a decision. After joining this top-secret operation, you are no longer an independent original battle group, but must obey the command of the Forbidden Army."
The founding father calmed down and his eyes were "bright and bright". William thought his "titanium alloy eyes" were going to shoot out lasers to nourish him.
"You should go and report to Mars first."
"We can't let the whole empire know that this is a surprise force." William looked at the two of them and said slowly, "A surprise force with a big plan and an unexpectedly powerful fleet. When you learned about the existence of the Glory Queen-class battleship By then, you have been pulled into this vortex, whether you want it or not.”
"We need to talk about it internally." This matter is so important that the Iron Council needs to be activated and all important figures from the ten clans should be present.
"The fewer people who know about this matter, the better. Let me remind you that the meeting will force all the forces participating in the meeting to be dragged into this plan, and there is a high probability that it will lead to destruction."
It goes without saying that this kind of thing is understandable.
They made a request to see the Imperial Army and explained that the Hope was capable of repairing the Glory Queen-class battleship.
This is an intriguing statement, because theoretically, the Hope has never experienced the Great Crusade period, and has never had contact with the Glory Queen battleships of other chapters.
"Hope? How many ships can it repair at one time?"
"Theoretically, two ships can be repaired at the same time by activating the super large spare dock, but this situation is almost impossible... and so on."
???
Why do you ask this question?
How many Glory Queen-class battleships do you have?
The Founding Father thought for a moment and almost collapsed to the ground.
He even felt the need to awaken some divine fearlessness to get some advice.
The Holy Father's mind has begun to sift through those ancient and sane holy fearless creatures, including the Founding Father who once repaired his own Glory Queen.
The patriarch's thinking is completely opposite. Is this a conspiracy?
You think the Queen of Glory is a Chimera, everywhere.
Neither can the Imperial Guard...
It couldn't be that the Forbidden Forces had recaptured one ship a long time ago!
Then, this time when fighting another Glory Queen-class battleship, they won a tragic victory. Both battleships were seriously damaged, but under the command of the Imperial Army,
The patriarch felt that this was the only possibility, but he still asked cautiously with a little expectation.
"How many Glory Queens do you have?"