diskusbooks Chapter 353: Every Means Has Its Own Countermeasures
Chapter 353: Every Means Has Its Own Countermeasures
0:30:00
“Reverend Caesar avoided the A-zone cabin, which contained two companies of soldiers, and took the No. 9 elevator on the west side to the middle deck, and after 300 meters took the No. 6 elevator back to the upper deck.
Zakli Think Tank, you are 1.2km behind the Inquisitor in a straight line. Be aware that six teams are approaching you. After eliminating the enemies in the medical room, wait for my instructions.
Captain Garcia, Sergeant Dean, charge forward."
The Fire Covenant troops were divided into three groups, and under the command of Rebos, they were heading towards their respective target areas. Even if they were unavoidable, they could rely on their global vision to pass through without any injuries.
Harrington, who lacked intelligence, could only use his life to trace the actions of the Fire Covenant in order to adjust the battle plan.
"Damn it, how come he knows so much about my ship!"
...
"Because you're a stupid bastard."
Rebos muttered to himself as he wiped the blood from his nose and continued to connect the remaining equipment. A large number of cables were connected to the torn flesh and blood, and hundreds of ship images began to flash in his mind.
"We have arrived at the designated location and have already engaged in a firefight with the enemy forces. The casualties are not severe, but the ammunition reserves are somewhat insufficient."
As Librarian Zakli spoke, he used his psychic power to melt through the storm troopers rushing forward with a bolt of lightning.
"We... opposite... kill the two Ogryns on the left... there are snipers on both sides, watch out for hidden guns..."
With a few loud bangs, the priest also indicated that he had completed the capture of the target.
And under the lower deck which exuded an unpleasant smell of tar, Technical Sergeant Dean and the Dreadnought were facing the arrival of a large number of purely "automatic" servitors.
Those hammers, chisels, impact drills, circular saws, nail guns, and demolition pliers, although they looked very scary in the dim environment, were no more than toys in Dean's eyes.
"Garcia! Smash you to death!"
The siege pincers of the Dreadnought were larger than those of the Mecha Servant. With one blow of the hammer, oil, cables, and blood splashed everywhere. The slightest misfire would cause an explosion with a loud bang.
Everything is going as planned, but if we are still unable to defeat the enemy with just thirty or so Space Marines, we will need more help.
Massive amounts of data gathered in Rebos' mind. Tens of terabytes of information were beyond the reach of the human eye and the human brain.
Personnel names, ship structure, weapons and equipment, there are 2,366 hatches alone. The simple data can even cause the processing center of the servitor to crash, let alone operate smoothly.
But it is different for Rebos, who has wiped the blood from his nose again. He is calculating and using data that ordinary people cannot notice to create a more advantageous situation.
One door closed... three doors opened... five lights went out... seven locks were unlocked... while the defenders were confused about the situation, a force that was equally confused but had a clear purpose slowly walked out of the prison.
They had no clothes and their bodies were covered with horrific scars. The tortured heretics showed their sharp fangs. They were the Dark Eldar, the Orcs, the twisted mutants, and the psykers whose minds were crackling and rioting all around them.
They are butchers who are determined to fight to the death.
The outpouring of spiritual energy and the explosion of flames woke up the surrounding guards. They panicked and quickly took out their guns to prepare for battle. They manually opened the door and rushed forward. However, as soon as the three of them went forward, the gate closed again, leaving them trapped.
"Waaagh!!!"
The roar of the greenskins was heart-wrenching. The guards also roared loudly to greet the enemy. The large-caliber shotguns fired "bang bang", and the flesh and bones were easily shattered before their eyes.
The orcs are tenacious, but they are still weaker than the guards with guns. However, the situation is always changing rapidly. After all, not everyone acts on passion like the orcs.
Like skinny creatures jumping down from the ceiling, the Dark Eldar were the epitome of cunning and cruelty. They twisted and broke the soldiers' heads with their hands, snatched the guns and pointed them at the unsuspecting defenders.
"Oh!"
The lead bullets tore his lower limbs into pieces, and painful wails and excited laughs sounded together. Hei Douya stepped on the defender's arm, lifted up his helmet and stuffed the muzzle of the gun into his mouth. He felt very comfortable looking at the face twisted by pain.
“Real life.”
"Oh!"
1:00:00
"Sir Rebos, we have reached the outer edge of the landing deck. Please help us open the gate." Ian said nervously.
The Thinker's eyes flashed, and the closed door slowly opened. The various troops behind him that had been disconnected for a long time immediately raised their guns and were on guard. However, when they saw that the person who came was the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy, they still had some excitement in their puzzled inquiries.
"Your Holiness, Lieutenant Hamilton Dunn of the H-area hangar, do you know what happened? We can't contact the bow, and the surrounding brother units don't know what happened either. Is there an accident on the ship?"
Ian sighed, then nodded and said:
"Something went wrong. The prison under the lower deck was destroyed by heretics. Heretic psychics occupied the communication channels and blocked most of the gates to help the criminals escape. It took us half a day to figure it out.
Inquisitor Harrington is leading his men to suppress the rebellion, and he asked me to come and tell you that there are several criminals roaming around in the east cabin, including Orks, Dark Eldar, and heretic psychics, and you are needed to lead the team to go there."
The lieutenant frowned when he heard this, thinking to himself what a catastrophe this was, a riot broke out in the black ship that was specifically used to detain heretics, and the troops guarding the hangar had to be called in to take action, what was going on?
"But our mission is to guard the H-area hangar..."
"Hey!" Ian said with a look of disappointment, "You lead the team, and we will help you guard. If I didn't know the structure of your ship, I would have judged these heretics on behalf of the Emperor of God a long time ago."
Hamel hesitated for a moment, looking at the fresh scars on the nun and the crusader, he always felt that something was not right. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the gate in the distance, and it sounded like a stormtrooper delivering a message from his teammates.
Ian suddenly felt something was wrong and looked at Caroline, whose finger was on the trigger. He quickly glanced around at the 6 or 70 people and took down the outpost by surprise. They could still fight with the cover of the planes.
"It seems that I will really hurt innocent people today... God Emperor, please forgive my sins."
Ian silently grasped the hilt of the sword, signaling everyone to choose their targets. After watching the gate being opened manually, the panting stormtrooper was a little dazed, and quickly waved his hand to point to the state religion.
Dozens of heads turned around and looked at everyone in confusion. The next second, a black shadow jumped out from the unguarded corridor and crushed the storm trooper's head with a grin.
"The false emperor shall be punished!"
"BiuBiuBiuBiuBiu!!!!!"
The defenseless navy was smashed into pieces by the blazing red beams. The sharp buzzing of the hell gun concealed some of the truth, but also revealed another part of the answer.
"heresy!!!"
Ian's timely shout got rid of suspicion, and now the navy's attention was completely focused on the criminals who rushed into the hangar.
1:30:00
"What? All of them!"
"That's right, Inquisitor. All the cells on the lower deck have been opened, including the electromagnetic locks that only you can unlock. Hundreds of criminals have escaped, and the most dangerous among them are the three long-tortured Delta-class (fourth-level) psykers."
The more Harrington listened, the more confused he became. He grew up in Zhongsi Academy and graduated from the academy at the age of 16 as the top student of the year. He then successfully entered the Tribunal and became a glorious apprentice.
Later, with his extraordinary wisdom and talent, he made rapid progress, becoming an acting judge (assistant) on the throne, a trainee inquisitor, an inquisitor stationed on the front lines, and finally a senior inquisitor holding the Holy Seal of the Inquisition.
He has been walking this road for 70 years. There must be at least heretics who have passed through his hands. No matter how stubborn the other party is, none of them will fail to tell the truth after his interrogation.
He had experienced countless battles, big and small, and was accustomed to scenes of life and death. The parts of his body had been replaced hundreds of times, and he had even forgotten the word death.
He thought he could see everything in the world clearly, based on his experience as a judge... but unfortunately he seemed a little confused today.
"Since you want to die, then I will make it happen for you."
Harrington seemed to have made up his mind, and immediately controlled the Thinker on the arm armor. He might not care about other things, but this one must be controlled by himself.
In his opinion, releasing this existence is no less than issuing an extermination order. After all, compared with other Inquisition assassins, this group of guys is simply a human extermination order created for the purpose of chaos.
"Release the Iverson assassin in cryostasis."
Iverson assassin, blasting expert is used for group fights
[Command received..quantity]
"all!"
Harrington said resolutely, he seemed to see his black ship turning into a sea of fire, injuring one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of his own, but if he could get rid of the thorn in the High Lord's heart, he would surely be able to get promoted again.
"Lord... Master... Grand Inquisitor..."
[Command received to open the cryochamber.. Warning! Warning! The sealed area has been destroyed.. The vitality of the frozen cabin has been reduced to zero. Warning! Warning...]
There was a creaking sound of electricity, and the alarm stopped, leaving only the red warning light reflected on everyone's faces.
Harrington's eyes widened and his nostrils flared. The sledgehammer he clenched made a "bang bang" sound, and his gradually heavier breathing confirmed his increasingly angry mood.
"Hello...Hoo...Can you hear me? Thank you, Ruirui. Your trick reminds me of Vashtor."
At this moment, a frivolous voice rang in everyone's ears. The tone in the voice made Harrington even more furious. He seemed to recognize who the owner of the voice was...
"Hey! Hello everyone, here comes Lucius who wants to fuck your ass! Wuhu, it must be the medicine from the assassination parlor that works, this stuff works as soon as it enters the blood vessels! Really! Cool!!!"
There was another creaking electronic busy tone. The judge grabbed the metal box beside him and smashed the speaker on the wall with a bang, but the disgusting and hideous face appeared on the screens of all the other devices.
“Did Choubao miss me? Thanks to Rebos’s great support, otherwise it wouldn’t have been so easy to return to the top, hahahahaha!”
Rebos remained silent, but he did miss her a little in his heart, after all, he had participated in her resurrection.
...
Time goes back to a few days ago. At this moment, everyone has received the Inquisitor's star message and is driving the Sacred Reason to the designated location.
During this time, Rebos did his best to examine Lucius' half body. Any clues would be the key to finding out the truth about his multiple deaths.
Rebos extracted flesh and blood from the gradually distorted face on the armor, and unexpectedly, the genetic sequence proved that there was an Emperor's Champion from the Black Templar, an Eldar Archon from Commorro, or a greenskin boss among the Orks.
These traceable faces are proof of a certain history, proving that Lucius is clearly dead but there is a secret that has quietly appeared.
Rebos seemed to have some realization. He burned Lucius' body into ashes, and then sneaked into the Crusaders' barracks alone.
Looking at the soldier kneeling under the statue of the Emperor, the Seiko Power Sword quietly activated the decomposition force field and aimed at the opponent.
The Crusader heard the sound of air ionization when the force field was activated, then slowly stood up and said respectfully:
"Angel..."
"The Crusaders don't talk."
"Fuck, I forgot about this... What the hell are you? You're not a negative psychic, so why do you have this ability?"
Lucius felt the pressure from the exorcist force field and reluctantly lifted up his helmet. The face underneath no longer looked like a crusader. The throbbing muscles and hypertrophic scars were definitely not imitated.
"Oh, fuck, the drug has no effect at all, I can't even lift my arms. Please give me a chance, my friend, I have something you want."
Lucius dropped the blade and panted while holding his knees.
"unnecessary."
Rebos said slowly, examining Lucius's weapons and armor that had not yet appeared, and raised his hand to step forward to guard against any deception.
"Don't you need to include the memories of both of you?"
Rebos lowered his arms slightly, and Lucius raised the corners of his mouth.
"Ah... beautiful and innocent memories from Caroline's past. You are in them. During the time I was dead, I could rely on this thing to solve my problems."
Lucius raised his head with a smile, his right hand still moving up and down on his crotch. He blinked and showed an expression that all men understand.
“Clang! Clang, clang, clang!”
Instantly, four sounds of swords were heard, and in a flash, Lucius's limbs were separated from his body and he was lying on his back on the ground. Just as he was about to throw out some life-saving straws, the cold sword blade pierced into his mouth.
The decomposition stance instantly cut the disgusting face open even wider. As long as Rebos moved forward two inches, this chattering mouth would be silenced forever.
But as time passed, Lucius's expression became more and more relaxed. When the exorcism stance dissipated, strange giggles resounded under the statue of the God-Emperor.