In addition, there are rumors that the Empire's large laser weapons, such as the Volcano Cannon, have also successfully applied various technologies derived from this device. Although the derivatives of these technologies have made the power of these large lasers not as significant as ordinary laser guns, with the help of new technologies, they have longer range, easier manufacturing methods, lower energy load, faster rate of fire without reducing power, and more difficult to overload and explode. With multiple optimizations, the manufacturing cost and difficulty of using large laser weapons have dropped sharply, and some large laser weapons have begun to fly into ordinary Astra Militarum troops. Although it may take hundreds of years to popularize them for most Astra Militarum legions, those in the know understand that once the Astra Militarum completes the deployment of large laser weapons with the support of this technology, it will be more difficult for the enemies of the Empire to face the heavy blows of the Imperial Hammer.
"This technology is enough to fundamentally change the empire's many corrupt war situations. If we had given up... maybe things would have been even worse."
The Regent of the Empire, Robouti Guilliman, spoke after being silent for almost a second after witnessing the destructive power of the volley of lances fired by the battleships using the new technology.
83. Extra Chapter - Shadow Wolf
Personally speaking, Baron Blood Rose does not like the Hive City.
He hated the sound of air or liquid flowing in the pipes that always lingered in his ears, and hated the dim lights that flickered from time to time - all these sounds and lights always made him recall the past that he should have abandoned long ago, and the time when he was 'chosen' by his former captain who was already dead - although he swung the dagger without hesitation at the time, after becoming an Astartes for so long, his friend's dying and stunned expression would still flash before his eyes from time to time, which always made him feel an inexplicable nausea, as if some shadows that he had abandoned for a long time were once again entangled in his body.
However, Baron Bloodrose also likes the hive city. A hive city, especially one located in the remote star region of the empire without even a space auspicious array, is always helpful to his warband - as the offspring of the Night Haunter, using fear to
He would suppress the poorly guarded hives of the Empire, then descend, massacre, plunder, and take away the spoils, stuff some of them into the warehouses of his own warband's boats, and then drag the rest of them to the black market to sell. This process had become more familiar to him than breathing. Moreover, every time he descended on a hive and finished the main tasks, Baron Blood Rose would always have the opportunity to take the 'rulers of the hive' to the highest level of the hive, to admire the midnight sky of the hive's world and talk about things that only nobles would discuss. Of course, Baron Blood Rose never considered how many organs these hive rulers he brought with him had left, or how many organs they had.
And today, under the midnight moonlight of this hive world, Baron Bloodrose was still doing his favorite thing. He stood beside several pieces of empty skin that could probably still capture the outline of something like "people". He raised his head slightly, looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, and happily chanted some poems full of anxiety in Nostramo - this low Gothic language had long become a language that only the Night Lords had the opportunity to learn because of Conrad Curze's betrayal, and Baron Bloodrose had always been proud of his ability to speak this language.
"Sir, Brother Arnold's communication was suddenly interrupted."
Just when the Blood Rose Baron was immersed in his hobby and had a brief moment of peace, the voice of his gang members suddenly came from the communication channel.
"Hmm? Communication interrupted? Brother Loud, could you please describe the situation in detail?"
The Blood Rose Baron, whose interest was interrupted, repeated the word in confusion, and tore off the most valuable part of the human skin next to him.
He stretched his neck slightly and buckled his helmet back on his power armor. Then, the Night Lord jumped down from the dome of the Gothic building of the hive city, which was nearly 90 degrees, lightly and gracefully, and easily shuttled into the intricate passage below. In the blink of an eye, his figure merged into the hive city.
"Ten minutes ago, my teammate Arnold was searching a warehouse in the Middle Nest area that we were in charge of. He told me that he found some traces on the alloy wall of the warehouse that were unlikely to be left by mortals."
"And he followed the trail?"
The Blood Rose Baron, who had already entered a ventilation duct and was heading towards the location point that Lord had thrown to him, frowned slightly - in fact, the probability that there are some traces in any hive that "cannot be left by mortals" is 100%, because the hive itself is a special blind box in some sense. Unless it is completely razed, you will never know what strange things will be in your hive - therefore, the act of rashly tracking such traces is a way to death.
"No, I never got in touch with him after that."
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The dim corridor was filled with the air of stale decay, there was endless supplies, and the rustling sound of something moving.
Although some simple autonomous machines were still working tenaciously, trying their best to maintain the temperature, humidity, and chemical content in the warehouse, and although several cameras were struggling to consume the current in the circuits, trying their best to send every bit of information they could capture in the warehouse to the guard room, their efforts were now meaningless to this hive world.
Several Night Lords Astartes belonging to the Blood Rose Baron's warband sneaked around the warehouse where they could not be easily found, carefully controlling all strategic points nearby - admittedly, these Night Lords were basically scum of scum before they became Night Lords, and although these Night Lords called each other brothers, in fact, there was no brotherhood at all - however, because Arnold's disappearance was too abnormal, all those nearby put down their "work" and followed the requirements of their warband lords to come to this warehouse that they had already plundered once, ready to find out how this veteran who had been fighting in the universe for almost a hundred years got himself lost. According to the plan, they would plunder this hive world for at least half a Terran moon before returning to their ships. If they did not investigate this matter thoroughly...
The Midnight Lord likes to make his enemies disappear 'inexplicably' and then spread this fear, but the Midnight Lord never likes to be the one 'disappeared'.
"Brother Loud, have you found anything?"
When Baron Bloodrose arrived at the scene, Lord, who was the first to inform him of the incident - a pale man wearing power armor made of two types of power armor parts, who was once the most trusted 'debt collector' of a gangster boss in a hive world before becoming the Night Lord, had already investigated almost half of Terra in this warehouse - of course, Baron Bloodrose also knew that he was asking questions that he already knew the answer to. After all, if he really found some clues, the war gang communication channel would certainly not be so silent now.
"I am almost certain that Brother Arnold is dead. Apart from a little blood and Brother Arnold's
Apart from the fragments of power armor on his body, there is only this crack on the wall - I have enough reason to believe that this is the mark that the Arnold brothers found. "
After responding gloomily to the leader of his warband, the pale-faced giant in old power armor with fresh trophies hanging on it turned slightly to show the trace that caused the disappearance of their fighting brother. Baron Blood Rose didn't say much, but strode to the wall, stretched out his hand, and carefully touched the trace.
".....Lightning Claw."
A few seconds later, Baron Bloodrose spat out the most likely source of the marks on the wall. At the same time, new doubts began to emerge in his mind - as the descendants of the Midnight Haunter, Lightning Claws have always been their favorite weapon, and Arnold is a Midnight Lord after all, how could he not realize what had drawn these scars on the wall?
"Do you think Brother Arnold will not recognize the traces of destruction left by Lightning Claw?"
After once again confirming that the marks on the wall were most likely caused by the Lightning Claw, the gloomy voice of the Blood Rose Baron sounded in the communication channel.
"If he lost the ability to communicate with us within two seconds of discovering the trace - then he might not be able to identify the source of the trace."
Lord spoke in a low voice.
"So, Brother Loud, you mean to say that Brother Arnold met with an accident less than two seconds after he saw the trace - and he was not even able to issue the final warning?"
Baron Bloodrose took a deep breath and quickly simulated in his mind how long it would take to defeat Arnold if he attacked him in real combat. After thinking for a while, the Lord of the Night determined that unless Arnold was unarmed, the duration of his battle with him would not be less than 20 seconds. Moreover, regardless of whether Arnold was unarmed or not, the area where he and Arnold fought would definitely not leave only such a small trace.
"Yes."
Lord, who saw what was written on Baron Blood Rose's face, nodded slightly, confirming the answer of his gang leader, although he also knew that this answer was extremely outrageous.
"Ropol, Camoro, the two of you come in and investigate this warehouse with us. Also, Kes, you choose someone and go with him to see if the mortal surveillance has captured any clues."
After thinking for a few seconds, Baron Bloodrose quickly made a series of personnel arrangements. The leader of the Midnight Lords knew that the time they could plunder in this hive world was not infinite, so he had to quickly find an explanation for Arnold's disappearance that could at least convince others to stabilize the morale of the army. If he couldn't do it...
What choice will a group of scum and criminals make? As the biggest scum in this gang, how could the Blood Rose Baron not know?
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The road leading to the warehouse's guard room is not easy to walk on.
Taking into account that in most cases, the guards can only squat alone in the guard room to guard the warehouse, and although the middle nest area is not as martial as the places below, it is not a harmonious and beautiful place either. Therefore, the passage leading to the guard room is not only winding and narrow, but also extremely dim - all of this is to ensure that if something happens, the guards can hold on as long as possible to have a chance to sound the alarm.
However, in front of the Midnight Lords, all this was just empty talk - before Kes brought another Midnight Lord to this small room, the guards inside had already been skinned and their torn pieces were hung somewhere in the middle nest like a red roast goose - when the two Midnight Lords stepped into the room, the few skeletons of the guards that had been dismantled and thrown into the room made a clicking sound at the right time, as if it were the last sigh of the victim.
"Go to the door and I'll check the video."
After arranging his teammates to squat at the door, Cos opened the relatively intact console and called up the data inside. He was sure that it would only take a minute at most to find the intelligence data he wanted from this mortal thing. Although in his opinion, this was a complete waste of time - how could mortal equipment capture traces of an existence that could kill a Night Lord?
Then the next moment, an inexplicable feeling made him freeze - although this feeling only lasted for an extremely short moment, but Kes, who had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, knew that as the descendant of the Midnight Haunter, he could often live longer by following his inner intuition!
"brother?"
Driven by his feeling, Kes turned around and stared at the half-open door of the guard room, while softly calling his teammates on the communication channel, he gripped his melee weapon tightly, and at the same time, all the muscle groups in his body were tensed to the critical point of force, putting himself in the best combat state - his senses and his power armor told him that the darkness outside the door was normal, but Kes's intuition was telling him that something big had happened!
No answer.
"brother?"
A head rolled into the room and landed at Kes' feet. His battle brother stared at Kes with his eyes wide open. Before Kes could warn the Blood Rose Baron, the light in the small room went off.
The sudden extinguishing of the light, and the thicker darkness - a darkness that even the Night Lords could not adapt to, engulfed the room.
Then there was a short scream.
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Something was wrong. Very wrong.
About two days ago, Baron Bloodrose treated the disappearance of a battle brother as a somewhat troublesome but not very troublesome accident, but now he has begun to feel confused - in fact, after the body fragments of Cos and another Midnight Lord appeared in places where they should not be, he should have realized that the situation had escalated. However, some bad arrogance made him simply let the battle brothers form a three-person team to continue the investigation. The most direct result of this is that in the past two days, some Midnight Lords' remains have been refreshed in strange places.
"Which one is it?"
Looking at the remains of his own gang's brothers being pulled out of a pipe in front of him, Baron Blood Rose's voice became a little hoarse as he tried his best to gather around him all the gang members he could contact.
"Sixth, and we are unsure of the status of the battle-brothers we have not yet contacted."
Robol answered his leader's question softly, and Baron Bloodrose noticed that his teeth were grinding slightly.
"Although...I don't want to describe it this way, but there is no doubt that something is 'hunting' us, just like we 'hunt' those mortals."
Lord, who had been following the Blood Rose Baron's investigation, had a pale tone - he did not want to use this word to describe their current situation, but now he already had a vague feeling of this.
"So what do we do now? Retreat, take everything we can and get back to the ship? We haven't even earned back this trip..."
Before Camoro could finish his words, his head suddenly exploded into a ball of blood - as if his helmet was made of paper - when the Blood Rose Baron and his battle brothers calculated the direction of the sniper according to the angle of the bullet and looked in that direction, all they saw was the 'empty' nest city complex.
"Long-range sniping. I think I know who our opponent is."
Although the bodies of his subordinates were still bleeding slowly around him, the Blood Rose Baron, who felt that he had finally caught the attacker, put on a gloomy smile on his face. He waved his hand, signaling the remaining Midnight Lords who followed him to move closer to him.
"Let's go hunt 'Raven'."
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A deep black power armor with a color that almost interprets the word "shadow" itself.
Although it was in operation, there was no sound at all. It was undoubtedly some kind of exquisite flight backpack.
A pair of lightning claws surrounded by bright electric light.
With...the Space Wolves logo on the shoulder.
When a shadow disturbed an alley in the Hive City and easily pierced the two hearts of Lord, the last battle brother of Baron Bloodrose, who had been hunting the Raven Guard for a day and a half and suffered heavy losses, Baron Bloodrose, who felt the dance of the Grim Reaper's scythe, took the correct tactical action at the first time, allowing himself to avoid the claws of decomposition that were attacking him. At the same time, he also used a bomb to tear the shadow itself apart for a short time, revealing a human figure standing in the shadow - as he expected, the one who attacked him was an Astartes, but beyond his expectation, the Astartes who attacked him was not a Raven Guard.
"...Space Wolves?"
Staring at the symbol on the shoulder of the Astartes in front of him, Baron Bloodrose felt his mouth dry. The ambusher who caused catastrophic losses to his warband was a Space Wolf Astartes? He, a descendant of the Night Haunter, was actually forced into this situation by a Space Wolf?
"......"
He did not get an answer, because the Astartes in front of him merged into the shadow of the hive again the moment the flames of the bomb disappeared. Realizing what his opponent was doing, the Bloodrose Baron immediately raised his attention to 120%, nervously observing every sway in the shadows while moving his feet and heading out of the alley. Admittedly, such an environment was also a home ground for the Midnight Lords, but considering that the opponent was a guy who had the logo of a Space Wolves but used the tactics of the Raven Guard for some unknown reason, and could roam back and forth in the shadows...
Baron Blood Rose suddenly felt that fighting in a well-lit place might not be a bad choice. After all, the deaths of his fighting brothers had proved one thing, which was -
In the shadows, it was the world of his current enemy! His ambush was nothing but a joke in front of this Astartes who knew nothing about him!
"I thought the descendants of Konrad Curze all preferred the shadows. It seems that enough fear can make you flying rats appear in the light."
However, before the Blood Rose Baron could even catch his breath after sliding to a relatively bright place, a voice from the shadows made him stop in anger.
When he fought back against this guy from who knows what group in Nostramo, he saw that he had walked silently to the opposite side of him and stood on the dividing line between light and shadow.
"Pick up your weapons, traitor, this is your last chance to survive."
The lightning claw lit up and arcs of electricity began to dance across it.
Volume: The Redemption of Minoit
1. The hammer guys who received the new commission
"Fire, for the Emperor!!"
"Ahaha, bugs, I hope you like the smell of you burning!"
"For the Five Hundred Worlds!!!"
The passionate war cry echoed in the headphones, the bombs filled with the Emperor's rage were firing crazily, the crazy Tyranid swarms were shattered into minced meat in the flames, and the Emperor's angel of death was steadily advancing -
On the oversized computer screen in Big E's house.
"Big E, recently GW has officially put Tai Ritian and his story into the official 40K world view, so, in the timeline you know, is there really such an extremely awesome EK double god choice?"
In Da E's luxurious villa, several Hammer guys were playing the beta version of Starfighter 2 that Da E got through some channels, enjoying the powerful pleasure of mowing the lawn and bragging to Da E. Naturally, Liang Feifan's speech earned a subtle look from Da E, who was controlling Titus to fight a Tyranid swarm node unit with a chainsaw sword.
"How should I put it? The character of Titus can be said to exist and not exist. He exists because the Ultramarines have indeed achieved the results achieved in the Space Marine series of games and created a series of heart-wrenching epic stories. He does not exist because these things are not something that can be done by one or two Ultramarines, but the glory achieved by many Ultramarines who have fought one after another."
"So, Titus, it is actually a 'collective of Ultramarines'? And the main character with the bolter as well?"
"That's understandable."
While answering the political commissar sister, Big E controlled Titus to make a roundabout move, sweeping and slashing all the Tyranid swarms that rushed over to him and sending them to the west. Looking at Big E's happy face, the Chosen One rubbed his chin and thought of another question.
"Then, do Dark Tide, Space Hulk, Necromunda Bounty Hunter, and even games like Warhammer Mobile that are purely licensed by GW have 'corresponding' stories in the 40K world?"
"Maybe, but you know, I can't pay attention to every detail in every hive - of course, if they do have corresponding stories, there is absolutely no way that Cypher's wanted poster will appear in Necromunda."
When this cold joke was told, the Emperor had already completed the combat content of this chapter of Starfighter 2. When the Hammers thought of the particularly eye-catching thing among the wanted posters on the wall in the Necromunda game, they all nodded with sympathy - even though Necromunda itself is a very important hive world and has a very close relationship with the Imperial Fists, but the First Legion of the Empire, which is afraid of its own little secrets being leaked, knows that the information of a guy who "carries the sword of the Primarch, distinguishes loyalty from treachery with two guns, has a white robe better than snow, and is extremely pious and cannot be described" has been leaked, and the wanted poster is still hung in the bounty area with great fanfare. I'm afraid that a bunch of black technology things will arrive at the door of Necromunda tomorrow - well, although the Lion King has returned now, it seems that Cypher is still part of the DA's biggest secret...
"So, Big E, did you give Cypher any orders? Didn't Thirteenth Master try to backstab you? Why was he let go?"
However, when it comes to Cypher, the Hammers' thoughts diverge to places related to him - there is no doubt that the mysterious character of Cypher himself has a certain appeal to the Hammers, and figuring out what big things this guy is doing is something that the Hammers who study the plot and background online are very happy to do - and Big E, as the person involved, must know something. If Big E personally tells the answer...
"What do you think?"
Facing the questions from the Hammer guys, Big E showed an unfathomable smile on his face. Then, he closed Starfighter 2 and opened another game, Dark Tide.
"Want to play some Dark Tide? This game looks pretty good, but I really don't want to play too many random games. They always give me a big fight when I least expect it."
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"I have received new prayers."
After the Hammers played a few rounds of Dark Tide with Big E and were impressed by Big E's luck, they all said they understood why Big E had a good impression of the game and strongly pointed out that they would end up losing friends if they continued like this. Then a satisfied 40K human emperor gave up the show of good luck, arranged refreshments, and started to talk to the Hammers about business. Realizing that there was a new task, the Hammers who were still mumbling about it immediately put aside the idea of "giving Big E a killer whale" and sat around the huge table at Big E's house, listening to Big E's description attentively.
"This time the one who initiated the prayer was an Inquisitor..."
"Wait? The Inquisition?"
After hearing the source of the prayer from Big E, the political commissar frowned.
——For the Hammer players who observe the world of Warhammer 40K from a super-dimensional perspective, although they all know that the Inquisition is a necessary evil for the existence of the Empire in 40K, or in other words, the Empire itself is a bloated creation composed of a bunch of necessary evils that allow humans to survive, but this does not mean that the Hammer players like the Inquisition.
"Yes, an inquisitor. When a planet had fallen and become a demon world and was certain that it could not be saved, he fought on that world until the last moment of his life. He perished along with the world in the extermination order he ordered. His prayer was the last voice when the extermination order was issued."
"Ah this...?"
"After realizing that the world could not be saved, he blew himself and the planet up with an extermination order on the surface of the planet?"
"Wait a minute, Big E. So the time he prays is the critical point of the Extermination Order. If we go there, won't we be sent back by the Extermination Order within three seconds? What's the point of us going there?"
"After you stirred up two rounds of 40K timelines and created some future lines that were beyond GW's description but were already anchored, my abilities were slightly upgraded. Now, I can adjust your advent time period to a certain extent. Of course, this is not without cost."
Big E took a sip of happy water slowly, but when Hammer heard the price from Big E's mouth, his heart skipped a beat.
