Chapter 325 Alien Magical Weapon

Elanbair was still waiting for the handover after the captain left. He couldn't help being impatient. Looking at the clock on the wall that calculated the time, any standard Terra time made him a little impatient.

He watched those things get closer, from the outer window to the huge metal fortress in the void, and his emotions gradually became fuller. He took a long breath until the first mate in the ship connected the communicator. The appearance of the local lord, a gorgeously dressed beauty appeared from the dark green holographic image in a beautiful place that looked like her bedroom.

Her slender dress covered most of her figure, but it was still vaguely seen that she didn't have a beer belly like other lords. The long hair of unknown color was different from those of the nobles, but instead had a strange feeling of a civilian lady.

She was elegant and polite, and spoke. "I've been waiting for a long time, sir. I'm your servant. Welcome to this place. We will provide everything for the warriors fighting for the Emperor. But before that, I hope you can promise me that we will remain neutral."

"Neutral, at this moment?" Alan Baier looked at the recorder's rigorous record. His good impression of the lord also rose slightly with her good looks, but soon disappeared.

Finally, Alan Baier said in a serious tone. "Impossible, we are not playing house. We are fighting for the Emperor. We cannot tolerate someone trying to stay out of such an important position." But it is more because of the special location of this fortress. It is difficult to indulge their demands beside the emperor's bed.

The lord also answered. "No, we just need nominal neutrality. We will provide supplies at a price less than one-tenth of the market price, and we will buy from the outside. I made such a request more because."

She hesitated. "My people are naturally afraid and disgusted with Engili. That is caused by their absolute domination and long-term oppression of us. But society is complicated. There are still many people in our territory who are afraid and live on what they give."

"Besides, there are actually countless spies here. Neutrality is just a helpless move. If not, I think those materials probably can't be transported to the port. But even if it is nominally purchased, we have to be very vigilant against radical elements. My territory is torn apart like this star region because of this war." Her words are full of emotion, but Alan Baier can't tell whether it is true or false. Even if it is nominally neutral, it means that they have no obligation to fully help the Imperial Guard and have the right to go back on their words at any time.

Alan Baier spoke. "As people think, the only two illusory things in this world are loyalty and victory. How can I trust you, trust the loyalty of a person you have never met and are unwilling to swear."

She showed a tangled expression. "The only thing is sacrifice or greater success, I, to be precise, neither I nor my territory have."

"But I am not worthless, although this is very ridiculous." She hesitated.

"This is a legendary story, but considering that the Engili Spaceport has been invincible in the void time and time again, I think this matter is not groundless."

"And this matter is relatively alarmist." She thought for a while.

"In fact, the final battle for the void in the war between the Feng family and Bandertar was not Bandertar's military advantage. On the contrary, he was the challenger with fewer troops and was at a disadvantage." After saying this, her expression was gloomy. She didn't want to recall this matter, except this.

She took a long breath, then pursed her cherry-red lips and said as if reciting. "I once served beside the battleship of the Imperial Female Navy Admiral, Rode. Feng. Duo, my lord."

Alan Baier lowered his head. "Feng..." He recited this special name. This word alone has a thousand-year-old connection with this star region, especially this area, so he also has many complicated feelings.

"That, the failed Imperial Navy, the former owner of this place..." Alan Baier recited the words that popped up in his mind, and realized that if the woman's words were true, then her value might be second only to the help of many local lords.

"Go on, in the next three hours, I hope you can spit out all those things, and, recorder, destroy the part just recorded. The content here can only be known by the top leaders of Bordello. Whether it is true or false, I need considerable confidentiality." Alan Baier asked the diligent man to tear up his record, and the soldier did as he said. In the sound of the brown paper being cut, the female lord told the past events.

"Thank you for your understanding. May the Emperor bless your command, and that is..." She paused and said again. "I used to be a communicator on their fleet. I was honored to be selected to serve in the command room of a side flagship at that time. I fought for the Imperial Navy in the name of my family and for the owner of the Engili Spaceport, the real owner."

"Now, most of the records have been erased. This is mainly because of the Feng family's confidentiality policy after the death of the female lord. They erased the records of the Thinker array and all written battles as the core, and tampered with the victory into their victory with powerful strength, the approval of most lords and overwhelming power."

"At the same time, most of the members were liquidated, but I, as a communicator, was still an unimportant branch and became a fish that slipped through the net. However, the situation I got at that time was also very vague. It was just that in the originally advantageous war, most of the direct warships of the Feng family guarding Engili Port suddenly began to be in chaos."

"Although they can still fight back, those warships showed abnormal hesitation in the enemy's unconventional maneuvers. In the end, those powerful imperial navy warships were torn apart bit by bit. The original Bandertal was inferior to the powerful military force of the empire and soon ended in the chaos and stagnation of the command system. "Her expression was covered with ice-like indifference, and she seemed to be silent in the hell-like void.

She returned to that day, to the day when the empire failed. It was also from this moment that her heart died on the battlefield. She was not defeated, but those things were deeply buried in her thoughts, death, bombing, fire, and the chaos and disorder of that day, and the faint pain in her head.

Ailanbaier said a little disappointedly. "I'm not here to listen to ghost stories." Although he was concentrating, he didn't necessarily think that what the lord said was of much value. If it was just the collapse of the command area, it might be an internal family problem, or something else, but those would not appear in his troops, never.

The lord just showed a painful expression, and then continued. "My lord, it's not. The channel I was guarding at that time was not closed. I heard it. It was a loss of control of personal emotions. At the end of that day, I began to study the special proposition of human emotions. It is almost a taboo filth, but after touching it many times, I understand it."

"Emotions are not emitted by the soul or will, nor are they chemical reactions in the brain. They are the self-protection of organisms against the environment. Learn how to use and control emotions to cope with the ever-changing world. Therefore, if a person's emotions cannot be controlled, then he will completely lose the ability to take care of himself, let alone fight."

Alan Baier couldn't help interrupting those words. "Of course, I know that people who can't control their emotions will die in battle, no doubt, but what are the causes and consequences of this?"

The lord said uncertainly. "That's a legend, a strange legend. There was once an alien race. There were many of them in this world, but there were not many after the Great Crusade. The Emperor's great plan killed thousands of races. It was so powerful and admirable. Those predecessors who worked hard for the Emperor's plan killed countless of those abominable things."

"But we have to admit that many guys persisted for a long time, and this place, to be precise, is a dead world in a nearby star system. I found fragmentary records that there was an alien race that dissected and understood humans, and used their unique psychic abilities to develop a method that forced the Golden Fleet and thousands of Astartes to choose to use bombing to clean up that world."

Alan Baier lowered his head and asked. "What is it?"

"A witchcraft, like a curse, that is to attack the will of mortals, a vicious curse that even Astartes cannot avoid. It is a broken ancient instrument. I don't know its principle, appearance, and how to use it, but I am sure it exists because I have seen the vicious scene it created, and it has been verified for decades. It is a curse issued by an alien race to humans before the death of their race to exterminate them." Her language became more and more intense, making it difficult to doubt. However, if it were normal times, it would be wishful thinking and a fantasy to use such a story to impress one of the highest commanders of the Imperial Guard. But today, just an hour ago, Alan Baier's heart was shaken.

His face became gloomy. "An alien instrument that attacks humans indiscriminately?"

The female lord shook her head. "No, I think that alien should have highly similar emotional factors as humans, or a similar emotional system, because the intensity of the Great Crusade is so great that it is difficult for aliens to research weapons that are terrible enough in a short period of time, and I have personally experienced those feelings. I think they should be more inclined to find a medium, that is, an input port, and then rely on that port to spread emotions."

Alan Baier nodded, thoughtfully. "In other words, they will target a person, a type of person, probably something that can be read by the machine. Obviously, they cast those things to deal with Astartes, in other words, genes."

He thought of a terrible concept, but the captain's appearance was right in front of him. The Feng family was cursed. This was the truth behind it. Those vicious imperial traitors used alien equipment to curse those loyal and brave imperial nobles. The family that took bloodline as honor and inheritance was also destroyed by bloodline. How ironic.

Looking at Alan Baier's thoughtful look, the female lord smiled bitterly and said. "My Lord, Master of Skadi, I don't expect that such words can impress a powerful Imperial War Lord and Imperial General, but I have been bound by this past for many years. Now speaking out also satisfies my personal wishes. No matter what, I will take the initiative to help the Imperial Guard from my personal perspective without hesitation."

Alan Baier smiled. "No need to use moral kidnapping and put yourself in the position of a vulnerable group. This is useless for people of this era. You may know that I have kindness or something, but I have no personal feelings for the future of the entire fleet."

The lord said with a bitter face. "Then do you want to refuse?"

Alan Bayer was about to speak, but his words were still in his throat when someone shouted. "No, I promise you that your territory will be designated as neutral because you have maintained your loyalty to honor for a long time."

Alan Bayer turned to look at the source of the sound. The man was the captain. He was still tired and looked much better, but sleeping pills and sedatives were not so easy to avoid the effects of the drugs. This shows how terrible the curse is. Just being close to his former home made him look so tired.

The female leader showed a surprised expression and read. "Feng..."

The captain interrupted her. "I am just an officer of the Imperial Navy, nothing more, and the information you provided is indeed true..." he said a little weakly.

The female lord's eyes turned red, but she still maintained an elegant attitude. "Beinlien Liz, thank you for your understanding." She raised her skirt and bowed lightly.

Alan Bayer's mood was not that good. He learned some weird information, and this information had only negative effects on the expedition. At least his own, most loyal captain was now unable to fight.

Alan Beyer said. "What should you do in this state?"

The captain looked out the window at the boundless void. "Destined to do so, I thought that my family's indifference towards my sister's death was real, so I sailed away from my family. However, my ability restricted me, and I finally came back. I thought I could escape, but I couldn't. I want to face it, but now I have to escape.”

"Destiny is really ironic and teasing. As a descendant of a cursed family, those things follow me. My friend, promise me to destroy that instrument and give my sinful family true freedom."

Alan Bayer didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know how to fight the next war. He had no idea how to trigger or use that kind of thing, but his subconscious words might be the effect of the alien equipment, or maybe Issued from the heart.

"The alien magic weapon is depraved and disgusting. He used that thing to fight for various rights. The sinner who was bewitched by the power is not you, but the Rogue Trader." He paused.

"Captain, you stay here, and victory and all the pain you have experienced will disappear in the war because of the power of the Imperial Hammer. I swear, I swear to the Emperor in the name of the War Lord."