Somewhere in the desert, home to the Broken Rock Tribe, the banners of the Sword of Hate warband fluttered in the dry, hot wind.
Although the Sword of Hatred was still trapped in this wild nest world of which there was no trace in the records that they could find, compared to the initial confusion when they just jumped out of Mandeville Point, the Chapter Master of the Sword of Hatred, Igust, felt that the current situation was already very good - with the teaching and help of the Astartes brothers from the Blood Ravens Chapter and the mortal auxiliary troops under his command, the Astartes of the Sword of Hatred not only obtained a lot of supplies that they had never thought of obtaining in this world before, but also learned some methods of how to search for supplies in such a bad situation - although many of these methods were very subtle and extremely un-Astartes, however...
What happened on this planet has clearly proved that if the Sword of Hatred ever gets into a similar predicament in some future battles, these techniques could save lives!
Now, he was eating a portion of standard Astartes rations that he had found in the warehouse, tapping the data pad in front of him, thinking about how the regiment should collect resources in the next period of time, and calculating how much resources were still needed.
Chapter Captain Igust, who was able to allow the mothership of the Source Chapter to conduct a medium-distance warp voyage in absolute safety, received great news from the elusive Chosen One.
"Brother Blood Raven, what did you say? Have you received a signal from the Adeptus Mechanicus?"
In the temporary command room of the Sword of Hate Chapter, Chapter Master Igust looked at the "uninvited" Blood Crow battle brothers with surprise, and repeated what the Chosen One had just said in an unbelievable tone.
"Although it's incredible, I have identified their signal and established a relatively stable two-way communication with them. This Mechanicus was the one that was excavating the relic together with our regiment at the time, and the last beacon was also near the area where my team was active. It seems that when the relic was activated, they were also affected."
The Chosen One nodded and pushed a data pad in front of Chapter Master Igust. On the data pad, some simple "communication" was flashing, indicating that it was currently in contact with something.
"this....."
Although the Chosen had hinted that "besides his frog, there might be other unlucky people thrown by some unknown relic" when he first came into contact with the Chosen, after such an "unlucky person" and the "unlucky person" of the Mechanicus clearly appeared in this desolate world, Captain Igust still had some very strange feelings in his heart - admittedly, the matter was explainable. But it was too coincidental. In some senses, the appearance of these people from the Mechanicus was too coincidental, so coincidental that Igust couldn't help but suspect that their arrival in this world was the Emperor's intention!
"Don't worry, the people in this order have good tempers and are very accomplished in the way of the Om Messiah. With their help, and with the supplies we have now, it will be basically no problem for your ship to be repaired to a level that can support medium to long-term warp voyages."
Seeing a trace of worry on Igust's face, the Chosen One, who thought that the Chapter Leader was worried about whether the Sword of Hate Chapter could get along well with the Oil Man of Egg, immediately patted his chest and guaranteed that the communication problem would be OK. Hearing the words of the Chosen One, Igust also put away the doubt in his heart, sorted out his mind that had been confused for a few seconds, stood up, and connected the Chapter Communication Channel.
"Daiken, take all the technical sergeants who can leave the task at hand, we are going to welcome a group of distinguished guests."
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The sun is scorching and the air is like fire.
On the endless sea of sand, several bright flags fluttered in the hot wind, clearly informing everyone who saw it that the Emperor's servants had arrived in this world. The heavy engine sound suppressed the sound of the wind, allowing the slight vibration to be transmitted in all directions along the gravel ground. The inquisitor servants armed with live ammunition and armed mechanical servants repeatedly patrolled the crowd, making sure that these "barbarians" who had just had the opportunity to touch the glory of the Emperor had honestly followed the orders of their inquisitors to wear what they should wear and take the tools they should take. After several days of suppression and education, the surviving people in the Dust Wind Tribe basically understood some of the "rules" that the people of the Empire should know, and temporarily became the barbarians who "had a glimmer of hope of being saved" in the eyes of the Orrogan Inquisitor. Of course, whether these people deserved the final salvation, the Orrogan Inquisitor meant that it depended on their "performance and dedication."
"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, everything is ready."
After repeatedly inspecting the Dustwind Tribe's team and making sure that everyone was prepared as they required, Inquisitor Orogen's deputy walked to his master and whispered to the senior Inquisitor who was still carefully observing something that had been proven to be related to the aliens.
"Very good. Divide them into four teams, and then select the strongest person from each team and give him the responsibility of captain. At the same time, delegate the authority to distribute water and food to his team to him. For the rest, follow the usual practice. I hope to see results within half a Terran month."
After listening to the report from his deputy, the High Inquisitor, who was basically satisfied with the progress, nodded with satisfaction, put away the things in his hands, and issued the arrangements - admittedly, as the Holy Hammer Order their main business is to fight Chaos, but when faced with the evil aliens hidden in history, the members of the order would not mind crossing the line a little in order to vent the Emperor's wrath on them.
"Your will."
The Inquisitor's deputy saluted the Senior Inquisitor slightly, then turned and walked towards the crowd that was still standing in the hot sun. Well, the terrible truth that the Inquisitor and his people didn't know was...
Their conversation, word for word, was heard by some beings in the distance who would have a myocardial infarction either actively or passively if they saw it. In the Dust Wind Tribe's queue, four obedient and strong people had been "internalized" and were waiting to be selected by the Inquisitor's deputy.
13. Meeting of the ‘Assassin’s Court’
Nim had never missed life in the tribe so much.
Although a week ago, he still hated the feeling of following a routine and longed for a change in his life - but now, he has deeply
He realized that even though he had to do various things under the scorching sun every day under the command of the tribe's great elders, and even though he didn't have enough food and water to barely keep himself alive, at that time, he could at least have a short period of time after nightfall to do something he liked to relax his bored nerves, and he could at least have a decent sleep every night. Unlike now -
Although the work place was far away from the scorching heat of the stars, and although there was even a hint of moisture in the air that made him feel that some parts of his nasal cavity that had long been disabled had a sense of "possibly coming back to life", however, the nearly doubled working hours a day made Nim perfectly experience what "real exhaustion" was! ——As the initial excitement and fear were cleared, in just over a week, Nim felt that his mind had been completely emptied, filled with the so-called Emperor's teachings, the whistles for starting and ending work, and whips or other things related to work. Although, until now, Nim didn't know what use those meaningless Emperor's teachings were for his current excavation work...
"Get up! Get up! You lazy bastard! If I catch you being lazy again! Your water intake for today will be reduced by half!!!"
Suddenly, a thunder-like sound rang in Nim's ears, pulling him out of his tangled thoughts - at this moment, Nim realized that he didn't know when the action at hand had stopped, and his head had even leaned down towards his tools - there was no doubt that he had begun to lose focus due to excessive fatigue!
"Yes....Thank you, Captain Rawls."
Realizing how dangerous his situation was, Nim hurriedly held on to his tools with his hands, while frantically thanking his captain - he knew very well that according to the rules of that scary-looking guy, his mistake just now was enough to deprive him of most of his food and water for the day, and if his captain was found out, he would also be severely punished - three days ago, the captain of the neighboring team did a similar thing and spared a middle-aged man who had taken a short break during work because he was too tired. As a result, he was reported by someone who wanted to be the captain and was tied up and executed in the sand sea. Nim still shudders when he recalls the horrific scene.
"Work hard, the Emperor is watching you."
After saying this, the man called Rauls disappeared into the dim cave like a ghost. Nim, who felt his hand sink slightly, widened his eyes slightly, looked around to see that there was no one around, and carefully put the thing Rauls had just stuffed into a small pocket on his clothes, and tried his best to flatten the pocket to avoid being noticed by others.
——Because it was a small packet of drinking water.
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Dim light.
Just enough shadow to hide the face.
Soft background music of unknown meaning.
And, floating above the holographic battle map, every aspect of a certain high-ranking Inquisitor's camp.
"...So, why do you have to make the environment like this?"
From the shadows, the political commissar's somewhat gnawing voice was heard.
"We are now playing the role of the boss of the Assassin's Court! As the Assassin's Court, shouldn't it be natural for us to have a bit of atmosphere?"
Abathur said calmly.
"By the way, what we have been doing these days is not very Assassin's Court, right? We are all thinking about how to ensure that those locals can survive as much as possible - for this purpose, my chess piece was temporarily out of the game for a day."
Silence rubbed his forehead, his words were full of helplessness - a few days ago, the captain who was tied up and executed was his Callidus assassin chess piece, but the people who took advantage of the Inquisitor had no idea that the person they tied up was a Callidus assassin. The information gap and the chess piece itself were strictly speaking a property of the subspace, so Silence's chess piece, which could be said to have nothing happened, strolled back during the rest period that night, allowing the reporter who thought he could have a good life next to "peacefully" receive the reward called "Restarting Life", and then he became like him and calmly continued to execute Silence's orders - according to Silence's complaints, "the experience and operation of this chess piece can be left to GW, and it is entirely possible to write an interesting short story'!
"Generally, after all, we can't just watch something happen, right? By the way, you all have some idea of what this judge has discovered, right?" Monthly fee group 694936135
Gu, who was the first to deploy the assassin unit - although it was an accidental operation - swiped the flashing screen in front of him, causing a bunch of information with key points marked to appear in front of him. After hearing what Gu said, almost all the Hammer guys nodded.
"From the twists and turns that this Inquisitor dug out and sorted out, not considering some things that didn't even appear in the background, there is either a Necron tomb world or a Douya family webway buried underground in this world - both of them are very suitable for receiving an extermination order when they are out of control. Assuming that this Inquisitor's actions caused one of them to start messing around, and he realized that he had committed a heinous crime, he used the extermination order to connect himself to the world.
It is not abnormal for the world to explode together."
Liang Feifan said so.
"And both of them fit the conditions for the Empire to hastily abandon the world - but then again, if we start from 30K, it's actually quite late for the Empire to really take notice of Pai Gu. According to the GW plot, before the confrontation between Zheng Zheng Ba Bai and Pai Gu's Dynasty, although the Empire was defeated in most of the confrontations with Pai Gu, the threat was too fragmented, so the Empire treated Pai Gu as an alien with no foundation."
While Jing Jing, a professional chess player of Pai Gu, agreed with Liang Feifan's opinion, he also raised a very interesting question - due to some historical reasons and background changes, the Necrons faction only became serious in the plot after the timeline of 30-40K was halfway through. Assuming that this galaxy was abandoned in the early stage, then the Imperials at that time would not think there was anything wrong with the Necrons, and the probability of a bunch of grease guns blazing at Pai Gu's grave and messing things up would be higher!
"So, Silence, you think the answer is to abandon the Webway Gate?"
Listening to the silent analysis, the political commissar seemed to be thinking about something.
"It's hard to say. Big E said that he didn't see any problems with the world before the Extermination Order. In some sense, this can be used as a commentary on 'the problems in this world don't seem to be related to psychic power' - when this Inquisitor was praying, the Extermination Order had already exploded, and it was hard to even determine what the enemy was. Warhammer is a place that easily creates a linear timeline. Big E may not be able to see the answer even if he looks back."
Silence shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she was just analyzing, and she knew that she could not lock down the judge to find out what kind of crazy thing he had dug out from the ground. The political commissar nodded and leaned back in her chair.
"That's it for now. We'll continue the discussion after we have the next round of clear intelligence. God's Chosen, Egg, how's the progress on your side?"
"Not bad. My Oiler chess piece has already started helping the Sword of Hatred check the extent of the damage to their strike cruiser. A systematic repair plan will be available in a week at most. If everything goes well, we can get rid of them in less than a month."
The egg is swearing.
"Okay, although the Inquisitor here said that he wants to see the results within half a month, he has postponed the expected progress in the face of practical difficulties. With a little operation, we can make the Sword of Hatred leave here without knowing what happened. I hope nothing else happens by then."
14. Omens Begin to Appear
The sound of breaking....
The darkness keeps rolling...
A heavy and sad sigh...
The raging fire...
And the final nothingness...
In a feeling of emptiness he had never experienced before, Inquisitor Orogen, who was taking a nap in his chair, opened his single eye, took a deep breath to regain control of his body, then quickly turned on the device that monitored his physical condition and scanned himself from all directions.
"..."
After about a minute, Orogen confirmed that the parameters floating in front of him were normal. The high-level judge gently grasped the armrest of the seat with his right hand, then raised his left arm, used his elbow to support the armrest on the other side of the seat, supported his cheek with the back of his left hand, and leaned slightly on the seat, his eyes began to flash with a thoughtful light - if the confidant of this high-level judge saw Orogen's current appearance, he would definitely be frightened and his soul would be out of his body for at least half a minute, because, only when encountering a truly "big thing", would the high-level judge Orogen take this kind of contemplative posture, and whenever the high-level judge Orogen took this posture, it would be a piece of cake for a river of blood to flow!
'I was dreaming...'
Knowing that dreams are the easiest place for mortals to lose when dealing with something for too long, Inquisitor Orogen used a series of mechanical or biological technologies to transform his brain a long time ago, making himself almost dreamless - the reason why he is almost dreamless is that in some extremely special areas or extremely special time points, Orogen will still be dragged into the ocean of subconsciousness and glimpse some extremely dangerous clues - just like this time.
Moreover, according to Orogen's experience, when he dreamed, he not only glimpsed things that could not be seen by normal means, but also always involved "choices" - choices that left no room for error. After his previous dreams, with the Emperor's blessing, he had chosen the right path in the matters he was dealing with at the time and ensured the interests of the Empire. This time, the invisible choice once again appeared before him, waiting for him coldly, urging him to move forward and make his move.
'What exactly is it trying to tell me?'
Following the strong sense of responsibility of an inquisitor, Orogen quickly connected his personal terminal to the computing device and analyzed the elements of the dream that he could still remember - of course, Orogen did not know that the moment he made this decision, his secret was no longer a secret...
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"...Brother Igust, I'm sorry.
Could you please describe again what you would like me to do for you?"
In the camp of the Broken Rock Tribe, which has probably been renamed the Sword of Hatred Regiment, the God-selected warrior who was making full use of his expertise as an incarnation, was sitting on a flat rock. He was holding a metal pole whose material was not yet clearly determined, and was looking at the Sword of Hatred Regiment leader who had hurriedly come to him for help with a 'dumbfounded' expression - at the same time, he was using the recording system to replay his request to him just now. Yes, he had heard it right. Igust came to ask him questions about the think tank!
"Our think tank suddenly saw some images this morning, some fragments of scenes that seemed meaningful, but he couldn't be sure whether these images were revelations to our warband or traps set by some existence for our warband. So, could you please go and give our think tank some wisdom belonging to the Blood Ravens?"
"Indeed, our Blood Ravens are known for their think tanks, but I don't know too much about this knowledge that is difficult to master with my abilities."
Although the Chosen was very happy that the Astartes of the Sword of Hatred regarded him as one of their own and even came to him for advice on the matters predicted by the Think Tank, the Chosen knew very well that he was just an ordinary Hammer Man and decisively told Igust that he did not have any knowledge in this area - as beings outside the extra-dimensional space, they could not care about the waves of fate in the warp, but for these Astartes who were born and raised in the 40K universe, a wrong judgment involving the warp can only result in eternal damnation!
"However, although I can't give you direct advice on knowledge, I can still give you some other advice, such as..."
Of course, although he did not dare to make a hasty conclusion on such matters, considering the evil nature of the 40K universe, the Chosen One still decided to say something. He walked over to Igust, patted his shoulder armor, and then pointed outside - over there, the Astartes of the Sword of Hatred, led by the Oil Man of Egg, were working hard to tinker with the things they had picked up this week and make them into usable parts.
"Tell your think tank brothers that no matter what you see, seizing the present is always the most important thing."
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"The High Inquisitor was thinking because of his dream, and the think tank of the Sword of Hatred saw a fragmented illusion. Why do I feel that it is not a coincidence that these two things happened at almost the same time?"
Above Queen Rongguang, Liang Feifan, who had secretly placed their first batch of chess pieces with Abathur near the Inquisitor's excavation site, was ready to rush over at any time and pin the Inquisitor and his men to the ground. He looked at the latest intelligence collected by the Hammer guys with a frown on his face. As a Hammer guy who had pretended to be a master of prophecy with the Bean Sprout Prophet in the previous mission, Liang Feifan could comment on prophecy responsibly. Prophecy is something that, the moment you know about it, you've already put your head in the pit!
"It's definitely not a coincidence. I highly suspect it's related to the Inquisitor's excavation progress. He is very likely to have touched the edge of something - but the strange thing is that our assassin chess pieces have not found anything unusual in the excavation site so far..."
As the political commissar spoke, she flipped through the reports that the Hammer guys' assassin pawns had sent back this week - still no problems were found, but in some senses, this was the biggest problem.
"Anyway, this means that something has reached a critical point. I'm going to prepare my subsequent chess pieces and be ready to enter the game at any time. What about you?"
Silence is rubbing its hands.
"Same here. My Imperial Guard formation has been placed on the second launch pad, waiting for this high-ranking Inquisitor to really mess things up."
15. The building that suddenly rises
In the universe of Warhammer 40k, which is so full of malice that even the word "deliberate" cannot be described, what does it take to put a planetary system into a devastating crisis? The sweep of a huge warp storm? The attack of a powerful space fleet? The influx of several renegade warbands? Completely unstoppable aliens? Or a terrible Chaos sacrifice?
Undoubtedly, these are disasters that are enough to plunge a planetary system or even a star region of the empire into unrest. These are the heartaches that the empire may spend ten or even a hundred years to resolve. However, the reasons for these disasters are often simple and ridiculous. It may originate from a star message that should not be sent, or from an accidentally exploded bomb, or from a wrong transaction, or from a resentful mortal doing the wrong thing at the wrong time...
Of course, there is another possibility, which is what the high-level inquisitors are doing now - following a prophecy that seems to be correct and has the right purpose, after a series of operations, some dormant beings are awakened from the darkness.
An existence full of malice towards the "living".
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"Ga-ga-hu-ga-si-"
Nim was running, running as hard as he could. Even the precious food bag in his pocket fell out because of his running, which could not stop him from running. The pain that spread from his feet to his lungs could not stop his pace.
The road ahead was winding and he could no longer recognize which tunnel exit pointed to the ground, but he still kept running.
Run for your life.
However, human physiology has its limits. The desire for life and the fear of death witnessed not long ago can catalyze the operation of human functions, but cannot provide energy to the human body. Finally, after running for who knows how long, Nim's legs could no longer withstand the pressure, and Nim fell softly on the slightly soft ground of the cave because it was mainly composed of sand. Even though Nim's brain repeatedly tried to ask his legs to try harder, his legs always responded to his expectations with violent reactions.
impossible.
“Ha-ha-I-I’m-going to-die-just like my brother-I’m-turned-into-ashes-by-the-green-light-like-my-brother.”
The imminent threat of death brought strange emotional fluctuations to the desperate Nim. With only the strength left to cry, he suddenly realized that there was a compassionate being whispering in his ear, reaching out its hand to him. As long as he could hold that hand tightly, he could live, he could live!
“Save…save me…”
He no longer cared whether the voice in his ear was an illusion, and even less whether he would have to pay the price if it was not an illusion. Seeing the possibility of survival, Nim used up his remaining strength and tried his best to "reach out" to the voice, but he still failed to survive. Some inexplicable force firmly blocked the voice and stopped its owner, so that no matter how hard he tried, he was blocked outside a curtain and could not get close to reality.
“Click—click—”
The sound of some kind of metal collision clearly reached Nim's ears, briefly shifting his attention back to reality. At this moment, Nim realized that in the short moment when he was stunned, at the other end of the passage, those strange creatures that could not be made by humans were holding weapons and slowly walking towards where he was lying. The green light lingering on them became brighter as they approached him.
"Save me—I don't want to die—save me—I'll give anything—save me—ah—!"
The dark green light illuminated the place where Nim was lying, and the Necrons' rays easily burned Nim into a pool of ash. However, before the poor man's body disintegrated like dust, his five senses suddenly became extremely clear. In the blink of an eye when his consciousness was about to die, Nim saw the dark green curtain that prevented him from living, and clearly heard the sigh of the eternal existence behind the curtain. He heard the deep sigh that seemed to contain all things in the world.
Then, there was eternal darkness.
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“Hurry, hurry, hurry——!”
"Where are the regular vanguard troops? Suppress the regular vanguard troops first--!"
"The Chosen Ones, over there at the Sword of Hatred... well, I don't think we need to observe them. This light might be visible from outer space. The Sword of Hatred wouldn't be an Astartes if they didn't investigate what happened!"
"Egg, your oil man - well, you've already started - be careful, control your oil man tendencies, don't open two big dumplings at once, otherwise things will be really bad!"
