Chapter 365: The Haze of Ten Thousand Years Ago

A few days later, those things happened as expected, but Alan Bayer had little interest in this so-called proxy war. He more realized that he could take this opportunity to talk to the extremists of the Tribunal openly after the matter was fermented. .

And the Inquisition lived up to their illustrious reputation in the empire. In just a few days, they cleared a quite vast area in the lower levels of the hive. They used large-scale hover vehicles and heavy weapon bombing to eliminate large rodents in the areas they selected. Animals or giant spiders were killed with explosive bombs or even incendiaries, and a sentry fort that was too hidden and beautiful by Imperial standards was built on an inconspicuous height.

The thick walls and semi-buried style bunker are filled with warm and luxurious temperature control equipment and a fairly open space inside. There are enough guards. At the same time, the single-sided see-through glass and the semi-stealth servo skull equipped with optical equipment floating in the sky are broadcast live all the time. A scene close to the battlefield.

The large solid wood furniture is decorated with fresh fruits and elegant drinks, or the fine wines that the imperial people lost their minds for, and many varieties of fine wines.

On both sides of the room, comfortable and large leather sofas were placed symmetrically, and this safe and comfortable place was only for the Inquisitor and the Lord of Skadi to walk into it.

Most of the other guards or acolytes could only stay outside the fortress as escorts, using the shunt holographic projection and their own eyes to look out at the bloody and cruel battlefield from the shooting holes.

In order to ensure fairness during this period, both the Imperial Guard and the Inquisition are strictly prohibited from using the armory or sending people into the black market during this period. They are also even more prohibited from contacting gangs. They don't even know that their war is because of the needs of the Empire. Fighting with their lives as a bargaining chip in decision-making.

However, their deaths still had nothing to do with nobility. It was just that a few supreme wills decided to use their ridiculous fighting to decide a great thing.

When Alan Bayer and the male inquisitor who had met at the Tribunal base, he and Skadi's master walked into this nice observation hall at the same time, and Alan Bayer smelled it in an instant. The disgusting scent of perfume on the body of the noble judge.

He subconsciously held his nose and walked in. He couldn't help but feel sick at the thought of watching the war with him here for the next few hours. He hoped that Miss Nova would enjoy this time with him more than this man, although he didn't He likes to use other people's lives as bargaining chips, but the Inquisition still has good taste in drinks and snacks.

However, those poor artificial smells completely destroyed the few things here that were still recreational. He wanted to leave a little bit, but after refusing the palm handed to him with a smile, he sat in a comfortable place. Sitting on the sofa, looking at the hell-like world outside the glass.

Moist acid rain is constantly flowing out from the industrial pipes in Zhongchao, and the gray sky seems to have no end in sight. The people living here seem to have no day, but leaving the nest is like the constant curse of the empire, following the ancient and aging race of mankind forward. It concealed most of the Empire's wounds.

Mutants, monsters, pollution, wars, gangs, human hearts, and the desires and distortions of the big guys in the nest.

The raindrops sprayed from the industrial pipes fell on the dry and dark soil, and then the mud mixed with stones slid down, falling from the canyon-like depression. This long and terrifying place has a distance of a thousand meters and hundreds of miles. Meters wide, lacking cover, meeting on a narrow road, two gangs with little difference except for the color of their flags and the different graphics and text have met.

Alan Bayer could see that the bodies of those people on the screen broadcast by the servo skull were somewhat mutated. They had three eyes, four arms, and scales. They could hardly be called human beings.

There are about four to five thousand people in a gang. Their weapons and equipment are all cobbled together, including crude homemade semi-automatic shell ejection guns or small chain swords that imitate chain swords without monomolecular knives. There are also several heavy trucks to transport them. .

It also means that they have shouldered everything, the indelible haze of the dark side of the empire, and before the smell of blood spread, Alan Bayer's few kindnesses made him look away from the gang members from both sides who were constantly gathering on the screen. open.

And the Inquisitor interrupted his thoughts and spoke with those annoying words. "Why, great lord, we haven't placed our bets yet, right or left, red flag or black."

He did not realize at all that in this place where guards were not allowed to enter, he was imprisoned with a lion. Alan Bair's combat prowess was not inferior to that of a seasoned Space Marine. He forged himself in blood and iron, but most people They all subconsciously ignored the abilities this mortal might have.

The Inquisitor prided himself on his psychic abilities and training, and Alan Bair only took a cursory look at the situation. "red."

He was indeed lucky because although those people were slightly poorly equipped and lacked rockets, they were well-organized and well-trained. Of course, they were still a mob.

"A wise choice." The judge nodded, then picked up the fruits on the table and swallowed them. The war began as if it was destiny after Alan Bair made his choice. Under the single-sided glass, those portraits It charges like a bug, shooting out tiny poisonous needles.

What is ridiculous is that with the current technological gap in the empire, in the eyes of the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard or the judges of the Inquisition, there is no essential difference between this battle that determines the lives of tens of thousands of people and the killing of insects.

The male judge said after Black's several rockets exploded into the red gang's interior as expected, destroying their precarious formation. "Look, Lord, your judgment is wrong."

But Ailanbaier answered. "Yes, but I am not interested in your perverted game. The main purpose of my coming here today is not to watch humans kill each other. I just want to face you. No matter whether it is coercion, inducement, or anything else, I need you to give up bothering the Imperial Guard."

But the judge said. "Yes, I also plan to end those clumsy things. After all, at the beginning, I just wanted to attract you."

Alanbaier was a little surprised. "You think the same as me?" He was a little happy. At least the empire can stop the loss in time after this meaningless internal friction ends.

But he smelled a familiar smell in the rich fragrance the next second. It was the smell of rotten corpses on the battlefield, and he was subconsciously led by that feeling, and shot up like an arrow. After a strange "pop" sound, a brown wriggling piece of meat fell from the ceiling on his seat just now.

Alanbair looked closely and found that those twisted things were actually a bunch of disgusting worm-like creatures, wriggling on the expensive leather of the sofa, and then quickly melted the outer layer of leather, stretched into the inside, and made a disgusting sticky sound.

"What is this?" Alanbair found that the Inquisitor's expression was not very good at this moment, and he looked at those things and said. "That is, Randan."

"And Randan is an extremely terrifying alien monster that humans encountered during the Great Crusade. This is also the biggest challenge faced by humans before the Horus Heresy began. They broke into the human empire from the northern and eastern edges of the galaxy."

"This alien race has considerable psychic talents, connecting their individual individuals, that is, those worm-like things, to form a giant creature, and then imitate other races through mimicry, learn their technology and infiltration..." He seemed very worried.

"This is why I don't want you to continue to dispatch the empire's resources here. I am also worried that the Imperial Guards who have come into contact with the alien race's equipment, and even you yourself, have become part of Randan." He sighed.

"Those mind-control devices? And the statues?" Alanbair quickly understood what happened. If so, it could explain why the inquisitor's attitude towards him was so different before and after.

"Yes, but now, you have proved your innocence, my lord, I am sorry, I doubted you... but those damn aliens have invaded us."

"And in the era of the Great Crusade, the Space Wolves and the Dark Angels, War Dogs, and three Knight Families fought against them head-on, and among them, six Titan groups and a Space Marine Legion were almost completely wiped out, and a star region turned into a completely lifeless black area for decades."

Alanbair watched the mass sink into the sofa, and smelled the fragrance of those worms, an inexplicable, artificial fragrance, he was disgusted and angry.

Then he said sternly. "Damn it, I didn't expect our war to awaken such an ancient nightmare. If what you said is true, then..."

"You should be the first to die!" Ailanbaier raised his weapon and fired the bullet. The heat ray of the relic gun penetrated the villain's head, but as expected, the head of the judge exploded like raindrops from a shower and turned into countless worms.

Ailanbaier was not surprised at all, and dodged the scattered worm-like creatures. He just smelled the smell of the rotten smell on the body of the judge. No matter how strong the perfume was, he could taste that feeling. This was the confidence forged by thousands of hammers and he wanted to kill this man. Even if he was really the judge, he would not have to tear his face with the court of justice.

Moreover, it seems that this is reality now, but the heat ray has no ability to hinder this thing. The monster heads that are constantly gathering at this moment can explain this. At this moment, its mimicry is completely collapsed, and its whole body has become a giant humanoid worm aggregate, and high-density worms are crawling all over its body.

It made an abnormal sound, uttering with distorted syllables. "Body."

Alanbair felt creepy and wanted to open the airlock here, but felt his body being pulled by a strong force. It was the huge arm of the monster, and the sticky thing was wriggling to melt his military uniform and the armor made of ceramic steel.

Then came the burning feeling on his back, and the monster's psychic stealing of his memory.

At the same time, his mind flashed the memories of the Inquisitor, to be precise, the memories absorbed by the alien called Randan. Those things flickered away, and he saw the flashing bombs of the Space Wolves.

Then there was a long hibernation. Next, after the Gothic language was written on the unopenable and the Inquisitor's golden hair flashed before his eyes, Alanbair used a huge force to tear open the connection of his armor, and the worms scattered all over the ground. At this point, he barely escaped with the risk of his palm rotting.

He gasped and collapsed on the ground. Even though his carapace was covered, his back seemed to be burned by flames. There was a serious ulcer on his back. It was so painful, especially the severe headache that made Alanbair, a tough guy, grin.

But the most terrifying thing was that the monster called Randan started to mutter. "Earth, Warhammer, Terra, Emperor..."

Only then did Alanbair understand why the invincible Space Marines were afraid of this alien. Any secret that existed in the human mind was equivalent to being shown to them at will. Its Inquisitor played the role perfectly, and that was why!

He raised his weapon and said uncertainly. "Alien, go to hell." Then he fired continuously, but for most enemies, or more precisely, for carbon-based creatures, the invincible shooting had no effect on the strange mucus on the monster's body. Even if it was smashed and scattered, the worms would regroup and not cause actual wounds.

He couldn't let this monster go. His head kept thinking, and this seemingly loose thing was faster than he thought, and it was not much slower than the speed of the Space Marines. During this period, the Inquisitor's pampered life had restored a lot of strength.

In just a moment, it approached Ailanbaier, and the powerful lord immediately retreated to avoid the attack, but it only moved the scattered worms and Ailanbaier could not dodge.

Ailanbaier rolled on the ground in a mess, and used his power saber to pick away the worms that rotted his shell. It was the first time he encountered such a guy, who could not be smashed or killed.

As he watched the monster approach again, he immediately realized that even if he couldn't kill it, he could still contain it by using the gravity mode, so he switched to the gravity mode of the relic gun and fired a gravity bullet.

A moment later, the exhausted Alanbair lay on the ground, watching the monster being crushed into meat by gravity. He looked at the sludge, and quickly stood up to add another gravity bullet, and happened to see the end of the war outside the window.

The Red Gang won with a slight advantage, just as he thought, but at this moment, he opened the airtight door and cursed the members of the Inquisition outside.

"You say every day that the Imperial Guard is not rigorous in engaging in heresy, and your Inquisitor is the same! Go in to deal with things, the alien let Dan run out!"

He sat at the door panting, and then checked again and again if there were any worms in his clothes, wishing he could peel off a layer of his skin.

In fact, this is not the Inquisitor's fault. As psychics, they are easier to control. The closer the Inquisition gets to heretics and aliens, the easier it is for them to control them. Today, if it were not for the Emperor's blessing and the good fortune of the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard, it is hard to say how the Empire would have ended up.