Chapter 105: The Interior of the Space Wreck/Demon Host
Chapter 105 The External Situation of the Space Hulk Demon Host
Those who fight monsters must be careful not to turn themselves into monsters.
——Friedrich Nietzsche
According to Captain Bloodaxe's notes, the space hulk is not an ordinary scrap metal suppressed by the power of the subspace, but an ancient creation that has been transformed by the power of chaos and whose machine soul is as violent as green skin. It has the ability to change its external appearance.
The orcs can suppress the appearance of such things with the waaagh position. If the blood axe orcs say that I can't go alone, but if many guys follow me, then it will be safe.
In other words, powerful psychics should be able to quell such changes, but even if all the legitimate psychics of the empire in that world are added together, they may not be able to support tens of thousands of troops to explore the outside of the hulk.
It is the most qualified tactic to just station outside, let elite soldiers go in to explore, and move forward while suppressing the heretic machine soul as much as possible, relying on narrow tunnels and the outside of the hulk to carry out decapitation operations. The problem is that such an action will inevitably lead to death.
Secondly, the outside of the wreck is not peaceful either. The Goff clan and the Snakebite clan often fight. According to the report of the Blood Axe Orcs, the leader of the Snakebite clan may have developed and bred new behemoths to attack humans.
That is good news, because it also shows that humans can seize the opportunity when the two teams of greenskins bite each other, and it also means that the orcs have never looked down on humans.
Carelessness is the cause of failure, and arrogance is the precursor of death. The hatred that caused tens of millions of soldiers and navy of the Empire to die in the warp attack must be settled.
Ryan said at school. "He will definitely go in. In any case, the Empire will not allow those things to bully them."
"And during that time he will recruit legitimate spiritualists from the Empire. I hope those damn wizards will be useful."
Alan Baier replied. "Supply is also a big problem. They can approach the enemy's perimeter from the weak point of the wreck. The wreck is large and has an atmosphere and many plants. According to Blood Axe, the orcs can move freely inside it."
"Their station will face two problems: the supply chain is broken and they are surrounded by the enemy."
"Reducing the number of people landing seems to be their only option. The armored regiment probably can't get close, and the warship they can land on is the Bordello. There are few turrets on the back of the wreck that is not exposed to the light of the stars. If commercial and civilian ships are used as bait..."
Alan Baier swallowed his saliva. That sentence meant that ordinary people who can at least drive spaceships, that is, tens of thousands of people and dozens of ships, were sacrificed.
Such a task must not be given to ordinary imperial citizens, and the Imperial Guard has no relevant experience, so it can be given to the retired navy in the starport.
Just send thousands of people to the wreck, that is a suicidal action, and sacrifice people who have devoted their lives to the empire?
That choice was even more maddening than the eleven kills. It was hard to make a decision. Victory meant death, and survival meant continued killing. If the sky wreck continued to cut off supplies, hundreds of billions of people in the galaxy would die.
The prosperity and stability that the Kaba base once brought turned the world there into an overdeveloped nest city, where not even a drop of oil could be squeezed out but so many people had to be fed.
God Emperor... Ailanbaier rubbed his temples. He was not sure. He was not sure.
At this moment, Ryan stood up in school. "He will do it, he will organize it, he will let those veterans on board, he admires all the soldiers who fought for the Empire, including the Imperial Navy, they are all Star Army, they are all Imperial Hammer."
"The catastrophe is imminent, the greenskins are rampant, those damn aliens are cutting off their vitality, if the feeling of alienation dominates the war again, there will be no chance of victory."
"I don't know when the Astartes will arrive, the Imperial Guard will be the real shield, brother, his brother, Lieutenant Colonel Alanbar, brothers from other star regions, they will win."
Alanbar licked his dry lips. In that crazy world, death and sacrifice continued. He had seen it too many times, even a little numb, but the flame of the soul would never go out. Humans wanted to live and struggled to live until the Lord of Humanity woke up.
"It's the Emperor, brother."
He answered so, and Ryan did so. In the Paltoria star region where the Emperor's light shines, no one will allow the greenskins to run rampant.
The tavern in the star port is a good place for pilots. If I don't have a job for a short time, I don't need to pay homage to the illusory damn void, and I don't need to enter the chaotic subspace. To celebrate that I am still alive tomorrow, then I will have a glass of long-lost Amset wine.
Bottles and cans, it is definitely not warm, but it is definitely cheap, making my head unclear, and its owner is a former Imperial Navy officer, and it is also a place for veterans to gather privately.
The smell of alcohol, the few comforts, the cold table, a few middle-aged people gathered together, their wrinkled and dirty clothes were wearing the brightly polished Imperial badges, and their heads were all captains of the Imperial Navy.
They toasted each other, talked to each other, and exchanged card skills, but such a month was too boring for the old guys who once roamed the void and lived in the legs of countless enemies of the Empire.
Until the conscription orders fell one by one, the veterans took them and observed them for a long time, he said. "Brother, we can't handle those new recruits. The empire needs them. Can they please go and see other brothers?"
Another middle-aged man whose legs and arms had been completely replaced by machinery wiped his dirty Imperial Navy hat and said. "Don't be so pessimistic. They'll probably come back alive just like they did in the service, old Bob."
Old Bob replied. "Yes, yes, he was once a captain, so they asked to continue serving the Emperor." He straightened out his wrinkled clothes and drank a few more sips. The former Imperial Navy had had enough. The moon is like a bright moon.
There are no roaring engines of battleships, no bombings of aliens and heretics, no unreliable Geller positions and crazy astropaths or navigators.
Alcohol anesthetizes their nerves, giving them the lofty feeling of being immersed in the gravity created by the "witchcraft" of the Mechanicus.
But they are by no means useless people. Although the empire needs to provide a large amount of comfort money to the veterans, every soldier who comes out of the service is a treasure that the empire cherishes. If those old men and their crews are responsible for The training of imperial sailors is the teacher of countless outstanding sailors across the void.
But as soon as they dried their alcohol-stained hats and washed their cheeks, they could not wait to miss the battlefield, even though they knew that they were too old and might not be able to come back.
When they arrived at the rendezvous point where the Starport Sky Elevator reaches low-Earth orbit, where there is the battleship's hangar, the old guys couldn't help but whistle, as if they saw a beauty.
Because this is a warship retired from the Empire, a machine soul that has fought for the Empire for thousands of years. If it is connected to a cable and is full of power, it will be confusing that the green skin is covered with new paint. .
said old Bob. "Then you are worthy of being on their side." That sentence was somewhat self-deprecating, as several old captains teased each other.
Until they saw Lucas, a former Imperial Guard who was commanding the soldiers. "Lam Cass, am I not dead? I am having a filler to extend my life? Didn't you say I don't do that?"
asked old Bob.
Lucas answered with a cigarette in his mouth. "New recruits are always unsettling, aren't they?"
"They are stupid and aggressive. They don't know how terrible Hong's universe is. Ru Ming is facing a powerful enemy and they need to continue to work hard."
"We now know that that incident was a dead end, right?"
Bob answered. "As for the Emperor, he can touch the battleship once and he will be satisfied. The Kabbah base has disappeared. He knows it from the veteran network. They all know that that day is not far away."
The old guys smiled at each other. They had once been the backbone of the empire and had withstood countless such attacks without collapsing. That attraction mission was very difficult even with slow attacks, but they were never afraid.
The old ship's piston engine roared, the veteran's outer core rolled, and the blood burned and took all the bad alcohol eastward. Ryan and Alan Beyer received the report, Lucas's, and they were ready.
The soldiers waiting for the transport plane at the dock have also been counted. There are 3,000 people in total. They want to bring food, ammunition, and limited supplies to complete the task of killing the green-skin war boss without supplies. It is almost impossible to kill the war boss in two. task.
Three legal psychics will open the way for them, but even so, only a hundred people can enter the outside of the hulk at one time.
The spiritual ones lowered their heads, holding skull-like staffs on their legs, and prayers were plastered all over their clothing. Even though they were not the most requested people in that mission, the soldiers still kept distance from each other unconsciously.
Those damn wizards' eyes were so red that they looked like they were blind. They knew very well that they would definitely die in that mission, but no one would hesitate. Before the greenskins left, there was no mistake.
As spiritual beings recognized by the empire, their loyalty can be recognized by the empire's strict order, which shows that they are all geniuses.
After arranging for the Psychic to enter the transport aircraft alone, with melta, deflagration, laser gun, heavy explosive bombs and engineer shovel, the soldiers walked on the transport ship, adjusting their large or small armors, Alan Bair and The staff officer closed the door of the transport plane, begging on behalf of them to go to hell and never look back.
Dozens of ancient imperial warships headed towards the hulk without hesitation. In that dark universe, humans could survive in such a narrow way, but in that terrifying and disgusting space hulk, those disorderly and messy creatures In the east and west, the influence of subspace is everywhere.
The war boss Behemoth often appears alone in those chaotic corridors. He walks through those twisted areas as if he will not be affected. Without Lingke or waaaagh to stabilize his position, those twisted subspace entities are also on the move. The powerful spirit of the soul can be displayed in it.
The giant beast's rough legs and arms grabbed something that was twisting and shaking, and then stuffed it into a shabby steam equipment behind him. The ear-piercing screams and wails appeared instantly, which was wrong for the green skin. , the so-called subspace entities are just toys.
Greenskin battleships are usually protected by Waaagh and Brother Mao. Although this protection is strange and unpredictable, Demonic Invasion is a new game for the Greenskins.
Of course, the giant beasts had to play with those things after they captured them. They came to the real world, which was almost a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but because of Gaofu's restraint, he couldn't leave. He was fed up with continuing to bite his own kind, and he had a new plan. .
When the behemoth with many special decorations of the Snakebite clan kicked in the twisted and mutated corridors with his big feet, those grotesque things formed by the combination of dozens and hundreds of warships suddenly became stable.
The amulets he was in were all treasures of his boys, and he was forced to take them because he found that the power that the greenskins had instilled in his decorations could prevent him from being distorted by that weird place, and he also got a brand new feeding plan.
He walked to the stable area of the wreck, where the greenskins lived. The presence of a large number of boys made him not worry about being involved in the chaos. He picked up the messy decorations. The greedy farts and greenskin boys chirped and took those things away, but the behemoth did not need them.
He took off his protective suit because he had completed the plan. Carrying the backpack that restrained the subspace entity, the greenskin war leader crossed the residential area and came to the ground of that area.
That was a barely stable area in the waaagh position, but the subspace invasion there was still serious, because it deviated from the greenskin residential area, making it stuck in the gap between the entity and the illusion.
The war leader found a special Squig in that dark and messy area. It seemed to have regressed and had strong adaptability to the warp spirit.
In the place where the metal walls twisted into strange and symmetrical shapes, the behemoth moved forward familiarly. After walking for a long time, the unpleasant smell filled the air. In the corner of the battleship, the twisted monster approached like a ball of black mud.
Its eyes were like upright cat pupils, its teeth were like multiple rows of shark teeth, its dark skin was like a Squig, and there was a huge eyeball on its chest, but it did not have that kind of pure soul. If someone who studied demons saw it, he would definitely get an answer.
Demon host...
The arc of thunder surrounded it, which was a sign that the spirit was too powerful. If you want to describe it, it has probably reached the level of dangerous spirit recognized by the empire, and it is definitely not suppressed at all. The war leader, the behemoth, picked up those warp entities and gave them to it like feed, making the demons possessed by it stronger and stronger.
And Squig's simple brain made the possessed demon retain very little intelligence and dependence on the owner.
It is not big, just a little bit bigger than Squig, the beast complained. "I have fed myself so much, why can't I grow up? Forget it, my crazy shaman (spirit) boy is so afraid of me, I really don't understand, never mind, I and I raid those high-ranking men, I beg waaaagh to light up the galaxy!"
The beast's eyes suddenly looked dull, and the terrible purple spirit surrounded him. Obviously, even if it was not small, it was still dangerous. As strong as the war boss, he was still crazy.
Take a rest tomorrow. No one will read it. He has to think about whether he has written it badly.