Of course, it could also be a huge shock?
"God's Chosen One! How's the situation over there? Are there any anomalies? For example, have you seen anything related to those four things? If so, give us the coordinates, and we will go down and kill them immediately!"
Just when the Chosen One had happily planned his route and was ready to continue exploring, hunting for treasures and opening boxes with the Sword of Hatred and the natives of this planet, Hammer's chat channel suddenly lit up, and Liang Feifan's words were quickly refreshed in it.
"No, my experience during this period is just like a high-level garbage collector. Although the garbage doesn't belong to me, it's quite interesting. Have your Inquisitor and Abathur's White Scar landed?"
The Chosen One, who had been so obsessed with real-life garbage picking during this period that he almost forgot another important mission of the Hammer Guys in this world, laughed awkwardly, arranged for the Chemical Dog chess piece to clear the way, then opened the Hammer Guys chat room and started chatting with other Hammer Guys.
"Well, the political commissar and the silent chess piece have also formed a joint force to go down - now they are going to investigate in the other hemisphere first.
Abathur and I are thinking of following the Inquisitor and seeing if there are any problems in the places he has passed. Egg said that after you have dealt with it, you can find a reason to reunite with him. If the Sword of Hate Chapter trusts you more, you can also take them to see Egg's Oil Man - but then again, God's Chosen, do you have any idea why this galaxy was urgently abandoned?"
"No, everything was normal during my journey. Not to mention anything related to those four things, there was no trace of bean sprouts, pork ribs, or green-skinned insects, and the chicken thief didn't even detect any ghosts. Hey, you know what, Blood Crow's identification ability when he was incarnated was really useful. He could even identify what other people were carrying! With just a quick glance, he could roughly tell whether someone was carrying something problematic!"
"...This is indeed quite Blood Crow - but if there is nothing wrong with this world, then the problem can only be found with the Inquisitor or the Sword of Hatred - if they are not allowed to meet, will the entire galaxy be safe in the end?"
After listening to the God Chosen happily describing the special abilities of the Blood Crow chess piece when it descended, Liang Feifan thought about what would happen if all the Blood Crows in the 40K universe were such treasure appraisers, and gnashed his teeth a little bit, and moved the topic back to the main quest of the Hammer guys. After thinking about Liang Feifan's speculation for a while, the God Chosen shook his head slightly.
"It's not credible. Can an incident that forces an Inquisitor to use an extermination order and perish along with the planet really be resolved so easily? This is the 40K universe full of malicious jokes!"
"Indeed - so we will be busy from now on - Big E's things are really hard to get..."
After Liang Feifan lamented in the communication channel that the things in Big E were difficult to get, the Hammers began to inspect this world according to their pre-arrangement. At this moment, their anchor point, Orogan Inquisitor, also sat cross-legged in the tent, carefully reading all the information he could find about this galaxy, thinking with doubts - as a high-level Inquisitor, he could access some things that ordinary programs could not get, and as a high-level Inquisitor, he could keenly capture the discrepancy from the clues.
Obviously, in his eyes, the information about the Minoit Galaxy is "inharmonious".
"It's strange. Why is the abandonment of the entire production system of the Minoit system and the evacuation of the residents of the hive not a normal procedure?"
After looking through the information at hand again, Inquisitor Orogen became more and more certain of his guess. Although most of the information he found pointed out that the reason why the Minoit Galaxy was abandoned by the Empire was that the promethium on Minoit III and its satellites had reached the depletion level as a resource planet, but judging from the duration of its mining and the glimpse of Minoit III when his ship passed by it, the planet was far from being hollowed out. In other words, the reason for abandoning these two imperial worlds due to resource depletion might not be valid. If this reason itself exists to cover up some fact, does it prove that there are some invisible dark secrets in this galaxy that can only be covered up by abandoning this galaxy?
"That is to say, there were certain things that were not 'dealt with' at that time - or, in other words, there was not enough time to deal with them."
Feeling that he had understood the reason for coming to this world, Inquisitor Orogan closed the data board in his hand, his face calm. There seemed to be flames rising in his eyes, just like the wrath of the Holy Emperor of Humanity.
"I will find the cause, expose it, and finally, destroy everything that threatens the empire."
9. Open the Sword of Hatred in the Warehouse
“Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—”
"Crackle--crackle--"
"Kakakka————"
In the ruins of the Hive City, somewhere underground in the Middle Hive area, at the end of a deep passage, several Astartes of the Sword of Hate were holding weapons, standing at various suitable sentinels in the passage, alert to any disturbances around them. The mortals they brought were guarded by an Astarte, and were ordered not to move or make any noise at will. The Chapter Master of the Sword of Hate personally brought two guards to block the most important entrance of this passage, taking on the task of guarding this most critical area. The reason for this was because...
After leading them into this area, the Blood Raven's battle brother suddenly brightened up, and after performing some operations along the wall that the Sword of Hate Astartes did not understand, he announced to them that there was most likely a medium-sized warehouse behind the wall at the end of this passage. Although in order to make the script more realistic, the God of Choice repeatedly "reminded" these slightly ecstatic Sword of Hate Astartes, first, this warehouse might be his misjudgment, second, even if he judged it correctly, the warehouse might be empty, and third, even if there was something in the warehouse, it might not be what the Astartes needed. However, the Sword of Hate, who had already fully trusted the God of Choice, directly patted his shoulder armor and said - No problem, I believe in your judgment, brother, so do you need us to find a way to open the door? Huh? Brother, you actually have the skill to pry open this kind of door? Then we go to stand guard?
"So, once this door is pried open, the hatred
When the sword brothers see what's inside, they might think I'm an Astartes who's good at finding resources in the ruins! Brothers, do you have any pigs that can solve this problem? "
In Hammer Guy's chat room, the God of Choice, who was tinkering with the warehouse's security system in the midst of sparks, was following the various prompts floating in front of him and combining them with the simple warehouse maintenance diagram that Egg had stuffed into him. While watching the progress bar that was moving forward steadily in front of him, he was complaining crazily. Of course, his complaints were easily taken over by the other Hammer Guys who were also currently doing nothing.
"What's the problem? You are now a Blood Crow! The Astartes who is most skilled at rummaging through things. Your actions can only make the Sword of Hatred and the others more convinced of the Blood Crow's abilities. By the way, I can still transport some things now. Do you want to put anything else in the warehouse?"
Although the placement of supplies and maintenance of the warehouse has been basically completed, there is still a sense of unsatisfaction.
"No, no, the things in there now are enough for them to use for a long time. Besides, putting too much in there would seem too deliberate. After all, it's hard to understand why some things are squatting in the warehouse. By the way, Egg, have you thought about what to say when you meet me later? Don't let the Sword of Hatred suspect you too much, or it will be very troublesome."
While the Chosen One was chatting with the egg, the progress bar in front of the Chosen One had advanced to nearly 80%. The increasingly frequent bursts of electric sparks and the smell of matter ionized by the flow of electrical energy in the air spreading through the passage also stretched the nerves of the Astartes of the Sword of Hate to a certain critical point. Admittedly, these superhuman warriors had experienced even more depressing battlefields countless times. However, whether there was anything in this warehouse might affect the combat and life of the regiment for a long period of time, so they couldn't help but be nervous!
"How about saying that in the world you made up, Blood Crows and my faction had met and reached some kind of cooperative relationship? Let them imagine the details themselves."
The egg, which had already mobilized its chess pieces to travel around the world, thought for a second and then quickly threw the ball back to the Chosen One.
"I say - isn't it true that I am still acting as a bridge? Are you going to let me serve as a communication point all the time?"
The progress bar had reached 90 percent, and the Chosen One could easily hear the rumbling sounds of some of the warehouse door's mechanical devices starting to operate - while continuously tapping the remaining trigger buttons with his fingers, he also revealed the true face of the egg's laziness.
"Come on, making up too many excuses is prone to flaws. It's best to attribute everything to your script. Anyway, I think the Astartes of the Sword of Hatred are almost treating you as one of their own - the door is about to open, why don't you strike a pose?"
"Never mind. No need. Let's talk later."
Looking at the progress bar that had jumped to more than 95%, he could not help but feel nervous even though he knew that what he was doing was the script's choice. He temporarily left the Hammer chat room and focused more on typing on the keyboard and lines in front of him. His professionalism made the nearby Sword of Hate technical soldiers such as Daken who had been waiting to help him start to sigh at his ability in their chat channels. Opening a door was not difficult for an Astartes, but this technique of opening a warehouse door that had not been opened for at least a thousand years without physical destruction...?
"Blood Raven's battle brothers really don't follow the usual path!"
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"hiss......."
"This? Brother! You really gave us a huge surprise!"
"Team one, team two, bring the mortals and trailers and follow us! Everyone else, stay alert!"
"Brother Techmarine, help hold the gate open - or better yet, lock it!"
As the last marked line was cut off and the last button on the keyboard was pressed, the heavy door slowly opened in front of Astartes of the Sword of Hate with a friction sound that seemed to be extremely harsh due to being out of oil for a long time. The dust that had been deposited for more than a thousand years, along with the turbid air inside, was blown out of the door due to the restart of the exhaust device - which incidentally made mortals in the galaxy like Yongdalim choke and cough - when the smoke and dust dissipated, the few lights that were still working in the warehouse cast a faint light on the supplies in the warehouse. Igust, who could tell at a glance what these supplies were most likely to be, even felt a sense of "unreality" for a second.
Are there really supplies? There are really supplies!
Of course, his qualities as a chapter commander allowed him to quickly put this feeling aside and he quickly began to issue orders, asking the Astartes of the Sword of Hate to enter the warehouse and begin collecting and organizing the supplies.
"The fourth edition of the Astartes Special Rations. This should be an old model that has been out of production for thousands of years."
"The explosive shells are also of old type, but they are compatible with our weapons."
"The model of the melta grenade is unknown. Its appearance is slightly different from the common melta grenades. It is probably a product of the same period as the explosive bomb."
"The basic operation method of the light vehicle has been confirmed. It is the standard operation mode of the Empire."
Since there were not many types of items in the warehouse and they were stacked in an orderly manner, it took the warriors of the Sword of Hatred less than half an hour to determine what was in the supplies they obtained this time - although the production dates of these items pointed to thousands of years ago, after random sampling and verification, the Astartes of the Sword of Hatred obtained satisfactory results.
——Although the empire’s logistics has always been a problem, the products of the empire’s military affairs are durable!
Although no more valuable resources were found in the warehouse, the piles of supplies that greatly alleviated the Sword of Hatred's supply problems still made the Sword of Hatred's Chapter Master feel that the pressure on his shoulders was much less - light vehicles could allow the Sword of Hatred's Astartes to have better mobility to explore farther, and standard rations, even if they were old versions, would prevent his brothers from fighting in the weakness of long-term deprivation of key nutrients that had special effects on the Astartes, not to mention old explosive bombs and melta grenades of unknown versions - with so many ammunition supplies, the Sword of Hatred finally had the ability to handle general situations, and didn't have to carefully calculate when to fire a shot!
"With these things, we will have no problem with basic consumables in the short term. Take everything with you and return to the Rock Crusher Tribe camp."
10. The Hammers who exchange intelligence
".....That's roughly what happened. Because this batch of supplies can be said to be life-saving for the Sword of Hatred, I have become a guest of honor of the Sword of Hatred. Although I still cannot participate in some core affairs, I already have a say in some less important matters."
In Queen Rongguang's combat conference room, the Chosen One, who had temporarily left the advent mode and returned to Queen Rongguang for a rest because he had completed the temporary script, sat in his comfortable chair, leisurely enjoying the otaku happy meal while chatting with other Hammer guys and reporting his progress.
"Then Abathur and I won't go to your side for now? It seems that your main task for at least half a month is to pick up garbage and bring it back to repair the warship. It's just like a scavenging game."
Upon hearing that the Chosen One had successfully completed an important part of the main mission of 'penetrating the Sword of Hatred', Liang Feifan, who was eating dirt in the yellow sand with his descended body and Abathur's White Scars squad, tried his best to find a way to make his descended body 'curl up' in a place that could at least avoid the sandstorm of this terrible world, so as to avoid his descended body from dying before he could accomplish his mission. At the same time, he quickly crossed out a side mission in front of him with his hand. According to the contingency plan, if the Chosen One failed to increase the favorability of the Sword of Hatred or there was something wrong with the Sword of Hatred, then he and Abathur would rush there as quickly as possible and evaluate whether additional suppression of the Sword of Hatred was needed. However, if everything went well, they would follow the Inquisitor. Although there was no key evidence yet, after confirming that there was no problem with the Sword of Hatred at least in principle, all the Hammer guys felt that this high-level Inquisitor who came here to seek a result must be the fuse for the catastrophic outcome of this galaxy!
"Indeed - I just need to find a way to contact the oil man of Egg, and then find a way to make the brothers of Sword of Hatred trust Egg, and then let the oil man of Egg show his unique repair skills. Theoretically, I can gain their trust. As long as their ship is repaired, it is not impossible for the brothers of Sword of Hatred to withdraw before the world encounters a big problem."
After a little thought, the Chosen One felt that the troubles caused by Liang Feifan and Abathur's Inquisitor + White Scar Veteran Team were more likely to be greater than the help. He put down the Coke cup in his hand and agreed to Liang Feifan's proposal. Naturally, the Hammers also turned their attention to the high-level Inquisitor.
"It's definitely a good thing to get them away. So, Guah, the Inquisitor hasn't done anything too weird yet?"
"Probably not, although I really don't understand what the point of him frantically digging at an already abandoned camp is."
Gu, who was controlling his three assassin chess pieces to cooperate with his own Vindicare assassin chess piece, was monitoring Inquisitor Orrogan in all directions, all-weather, without blind spots, and without any disturbance. He was lying on a small sand dune far away from Inquisitor Orrogan, watching with a 'subtle' look the Inquisitor and his servants frantically digging at a camp that was conservatively estimated to have been abandoned for at least hundreds of years. From the intelligence he had intercepted during this period, Gu had roughly figured out some of Inquisitor Orrogan's ideas. However, digging these obviously problem-free camp ruins did not fit his plan at all...
"He is an inquisitor. His duty is to doubt everything, even himself. Therefore, if he thinks there is something wrong with this world, he must have labeled all places inhabited by humans as having problems. The only difference is the extent of the problem."
The political commissar sister, who was arranging the first search target area for her own descended body and the silent descended body, pointed a dot on the light screen in front of her and made a sharp comment on the profession of Inquisitor.
"So it's really all his own fault that this high-ranking Inquisitor had to use the Extermination Order to destroy himself and his planet? How about we just send a few Imperial Guards to tell him that although there are problems in this world, they are not something that an Inquisitor like you can solve, and have him get out of here as soon as possible?
Nip everything in the bud?"
Abathur suggested.
"In theory, yes. There must be something wrong with this galaxy, and it's not a small problem. Otherwise, the Empire wouldn't have abandoned this galaxy so quickly. If we can't find the source of the problem ourselves, we have to let this Inquisitor get to the edge of the problem. Before he finds out the problem, why not kick him away?"
The political commissar frowned.
"Indeed, I'd better keep observing this guy for a while. To be honest, this kind of story-based game where you have to follow the main NPC to solve the puzzles step by step is not very popular now. Aren't all the first-tier games open world now?"
"In fact, what we are experiencing now can be considered an open world - we are just kept in the dark about how to trigger the main quest - and we can't solve the problem with the simplest way of kicking the door - well, anyway, keep working hard, keep working hard -"
Liang Feifan shook his head and sighed, which was considered to be the end of this Hammer meeting. Feeling that there was no point in continuing the discussion, the Hammer guys exchanged the latest information they had at hand and then got busy with their own work.
Soon, the chat group temporarily returned to its normal silence.
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"Respected High Inquisitor, these are all the potentially problematic items we have found in this ruin."
In the temporary residence newly built in the ruins being excavated, the excavation of the surface area of the ruins has been completed. High Inquisitor Orogen's deputy stood respectfully in front of the High Inquisitor and asked the robot servant beside him to present a huge plate - on the plate, dozens of objects of different shapes, some of which even looked no different from ordinary stones at first glance, were neatly arranged.
"very good."
Although there seemed to be nothing wrong with these things, Inquisitor Orogen, who had been on the Inquisitor's path for too long, had already keenly sensed the unorthodox atmosphere in these fragments. After signaling everyone else to leave, the high-level Inquisitor slowly walked to the plate, took out the tools, and began to "judge" these things one by one.
Less than half an hour later, Inquisitor Orogen's sight stopped on a piece of metal fragment with a painting that looked like the curves of a human body - the pattern on the fragment had a simple structure and compact lines, and at a glance it was just a normal human body sketch. However, Inquisitor Orogen had already seen it, saw the unorthodox meaning hidden in this painting.
"...The overall structure of these lines is not exaggerated, so this overly long skull style, is it a mutant or an alien? But it doesn't matter, I will turn you out - in the name of the Emperor."
11. The Inquisitor Who Recruits
Night falls.
A ray of light that could barely be called light outside the sky illuminated the endless, wavy sand dunes, and the end of the horizon they were heading towards. The violent wind continued to howl over the land, stirring up gravel or heavier objects. The biting cold of the night had long replaced the heat of the day, and even caused white frost to appear on the surfaces of some relatively smooth objects.
This is the night of Minoit 1. This is an environment that humans who have lived here for thousands of years have long been accustomed to. The low temperature and weak light environment at night make it far more threatening than during the day. Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, the survivors of the Minoit world will never go out in the wild after the world loses sunlight - it is almost their inevitable solution to spend the night in their own tribe, in the ruins they have chosen, or even in the simple but reliable tents they have built - even for sentinels who keep watch, hiding in areas where they can keep their body temperature from losing so quickly, is a very normal behavior. After all, these thousands of years have proved that in the world of Minoit, as long as the living beings are slightly larger, they don't like to move too wantonly in the cold night when water drops into ice.
However, for the Dust Wind Tribe, this proof was completely falsified on this cold night...
"boom----!!"
“Sizzle!!”
"...%...&'s name!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
In the darkest hours of the night, when most members of the Dust Wind Tribe were sleeping to dispel their fatigue and delay physical exhaustion, a sudden burst of noise swept through the entire tribe, causing most people to wake up instantly from their dreams. Before these people realized what was happening, the outer wall of the tribe had been blasted open, and the well-equipped Inquisitor servants rushed into the tribe built on the outskirts of a hive ruin at lightning speed, and quickly took control of the key areas of the tribe. In less than twenty minutes, the tribe's great elders and others were escorted out of their beds, kneeling on the ground in the night wind, shivering.
"Tap, step, step -"
When the last resident of the Dust Wind Tribe was roughly pressed into the dust, the sound of heavy footsteps slowly reached everyone's ears, and each step almost stepped on the heartbeats of the tribesmen - a silent sense of oppression spread throughout the tribe, and the fear of the unknown future even overwhelmed the chill blowing on them, making them feel
The inner self trembled.
"tread."
When the footsteps stopped, the residents of the Dust Wind Tribe felt a kind of "scrutinizing" gaze - although they were not allowed to look up - this gaze made them feel like thorns in their backs, and they couldn't help but bury their heads deeper into the ground, not for anything else, but simply because they smelled the scent of "death".
"People of Minoit, although you have strayed from the glory of the Emperor and forgotten his teachings, you still have the opportunity to return to his light."
I don't know how long it took, maybe half a minute? Maybe a quarter of an hour? Maybe even longer? When the oldest man in the Dust Wind Tribe could no longer bear the chill, High Inquisitor Orogen finally spoke. His voice was so powerful that it even overwhelmed the howling wind on Minost I at night.
"......"
Although they were puzzled as to why the speaker had a strange accent that did not match any of the accents they knew, the people of the Dust Wind Tribe still did not dare to speak - most of them now had a blank mind, and were numbly waiting for their fate to be announced.
"Therefore, I bring you an opportunity, an opportunity that will allow you to be illuminated by the glory of the empire again - now, I declare that you have been recruited!!"
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"So, after the Inquisitor searched through the ruins and found some items, he attacked a tribe of a thousand people at night and tied up everyone there?"
In the war room of the Queen of Glory, the Hammermen were having their daily chat and intelligence exchange. After working as a digger for more than a week, a high-ranking Inquisitor who served as an anchor finally started doing something that was very consistent with the Hammermen's understanding of the Inquisition. Therefore, although it was strictly late at night, the Hammermen were still in high spirits.
“It’s a call-up.”
Liang Feifan corrected the wording errors in "God's Choice".
"For them, being recruited by the Empire is no different from being kidnapped. Besides, the high-ranking inquisitor will definitely not let these people go easily after the matter is done."
The Chosen One, who had recently become almost on friendly terms with the Astartes of the Sword of Hatred and was currently planning on how to introduce the Oil Men of Eggs to them, answered calmly.
"That's true. However, the Inquisitor was in such a hurry that he had to check the population in the middle of the night. Did he find something wrong?"
"Maybe. So I plan to let my Callidus sneak into this tribe and observe closely to determine what he has discovered. By the way, why don't you also send your Callidus assassins near him? Form a Callidus assassin team? In this way, we can monitor him more comprehensively!"
Gu, who had already begun arranging his assassins to start the work, was telling the Hammers about his plan, and at the same time, he half-jokingly proposed an idea to the other Hammers with great interest. However, what Gu did not expect was that the other Hammers who were carrying the Callidus assassin chess pieces really started to think about this problem!
"Let me see... I still have some shooting margin, so it shouldn't be a problem to send in a Callidus Assassin."
"Yes, it is feasible. If the Inquisitor has discovered something that requires a large amount of manpower to discover, a single Callidus assassin cannot provide full-scale monitoring. Multiple Callidus assassins can ensure that there are people around him. I have some spare projection capacity here, so I will go down as well."
"Count me in! I've long been bored as a single judge!"
In less than a minute, while the Hammer guys were happily discussing, a terrifying squad of Callidus assassins quietly descended near Inquisitor Orrogan, and blended in unnoticed among the members of the Dustwind Tribe who were obediently queuing up to receive the division of labor - and at this moment, Inquisitor Orrogan, who had no idea that he had received treatment that in some sense surpassed that of Horus, the greatest rebel in the Empire, was carefully piecing together the fragments of data at hand, with excitement flashing in his eyes.
"I'm about to catch your tail, alien."
12. Stable arrangements between the two parties
