"Liang Feifan! Use your Inquisitor's body to find that high-level Inquisitor! We have to control him head-on - oh my god? Are you sure that Vindicare Assassin, Callidus Assassin, or any other two types of assassins are suitable for this? Aren't you afraid that the Inquisitor will shoot himself and force us to leave early?"
"That's true. Then, Gu, continue to do it at your own pace... Sister Political Commissar, do you want to leave Kashejin now?"
"I'll wait a moment. I need to get my incarnation to the edge of the war zone to assess the situation and talk to the high-level Inquisitor. If the situation is too bad, I'll send two Custodians down to control the situation. Silence, are you sure you don't want to change your incarnation? The identity of a Rogue Trader is a bit tricky in this situation."
"It's not a big problem. Before I started this mission, in order to make this role-playing more realistic, I asked Big E to give me a note. With this note, I can legitimately claim that I am the descendant of the family that Big E issued a license to during the 30K era. The kind that the Ordinary Inquisition is not qualified to judge at all. If he doesn't believe it, I will use my Marines to have a 'friendly exchange' with him, and I guarantee that he will be obedient after suffering a series of blows."
"Okay, as long as you're happy. Hey, everyone, do you think we need to drop our vehicle now?"
"Wait a moment. It will be better if the vehicle finds a good opportunity to jump in."
A green light suddenly rose up from the excavation site of the Orrogan High Inquisitor, and a rune of a race that the Hammermen could tell at a glance appeared under the light column. The Hammermen's assassin chess pieces and other chess pieces that were approaching to investigate the excavation site frantically sent back pictures one after another. The Hammermen, who had already understood what was going on under the earth in this world, spun like a spinning top at a high speed - in the golden light curtains that descended one after another.
The Empire's troops marched out with high spirits, their target pointed directly at the Necron building that was slowly rising from the ground in the distance.
"what?"
Just as the Hammers were busy deploying their troops, preparing chess pieces, and determining the troop configuration for the first wave of Ribs that would rush out from underground, preparing to give these alien creatures a big surprise, the Chosen One suddenly made a questioning voice. Hearing the disbelief in the Chosen One's voice, the Hammers all began to inquire.
"What's wrong, God's Chosen?"
"It's not a big deal. My Advent Body synchronization rate suddenly dropped by percentage points. How about yours?"
"Let me see - mine's down, too, ."
"My drop is not much, - this should be the normal deviation range, right? What's wrong?"
Liang Feifan, who had already arranged the first batch of chess pieces to enter the field, had a slightly puzzled tone - although the synchronization rate of their descended bodies was 100% most of the time, there would occasionally be some harmless fluctuations. Fluctuations of a few tenths seemed completely normal to him, so he didn't quite understand why the Chosen One of God would ask them this question.
"My advent body synchronization rate has also dropped, by . Liang Feifan, think about it, is there any precedent for our advent body synchronization rates dropping at the same time?"
Looking at the numbers floating in front of him, Abathur, who was racing in the form of White Scar, suddenly thought of something and spoke suddenly.
"Wait, Abathur, you mean everyone's synchronization rate has dropped?"
Liang Feifan was shocked.
"Yes, and I also found another detail, that is, our command efficiency has also declined. Our command efficiency in commanding the imperial faction's troops should be 100%, but now my command efficiency has been reduced by a few tenths of a percent. I have reason to believe that your command efficiency has also declined in a similar way."
Abathur ran a finger in front of him, pointing out another, somewhat peculiar variable.
"Ah this? It's really lowered! Could it be that this rib has also lost a black stone building used for anti-warp space here?"
Since he knew very well that his group of pawns were essentially E-mages, Liang Feifan immediately thought of some twists and turns - the situation of his group's descended bodies and the decline in command efficiency, weren't they manifestations of the weakening of the subspace?
"I have to confirm it - but if this world really has black stone buildings or something similar used for anti-subspace... considering Pai Gu's temper... it might not be a coincidence..."
As he said this, Ji Jing's brows were already furrowed into knots, and the political commissar sister took over his conversation.
"These chops might be guarding something related to the subspace, and that thing is the real source of the disaster."
16. ‘Capture’ of Ologun
A tent, a table, paper rolls of various materials piled on the table, several data plates that were frantically refreshing data, and a small holographic map placed in the center of the tent.
When Liang Feifan controlled his Inquisitor's descended body, under the guidance of Gu's Vindicare Assassin's descended body and under the cover of Abathur's White Scars elite squad, he violently broke through the defense line of High Inquisitor Orrogan and drove straight into his camp. When he kicked open the door of the tent where High Inquisitor Orrogan used to work, he easily saw Inquisitor Orrogan sitting in front of the table, frantically processing one document and battle report after another - even though the sharp invasion alarm had sounded throughout the camp, and even though the red alarm light in the tent representing danger had already made Orrogan's bald head shine, the High Inquisitor still did not stop his work.
"High Inquisitor Orrogan, in the name of His Divine Majesty, the Holy Emperor of Mankind, I declare to you—"
After a silence of about seconds, Liang Feifan quickly spoke the lines he had prepared long ago, and at the same time, the weapon loaded with disabling ammunition in his hand was aimed at High Inquisitor Orogen, ready to pull the trigger at any time - but before he could finish his lines, High Inquisitor Orogen, who did not even look back, spoke and interrupted Liang Feifan in a very calm tone.
"I already know I'm guilty, but can I be sentenced to death later? I still have important work to do, and I can't die now."
"......"
Because Inquisitor Orogen did not play according to Liang Feifan's plan, his movements paused slightly. Inquisitor Orogen, who was still processing the documents in front of him, interpreted this movement as Liang Feifan listening to his words a little bit, and there was even a hint of laughter in his tone.
"Are you new?"
"......"
Liang Feifan, who didn't know how to deal with this situation, chose to remain silent. His silence was easily imagined by Inquisitor Orogan as a very common scene among some Inquisitors who arrested Inquisitors, and he himself had experienced it. So, the high-level Inquisitor put down his work and turned around.
"You are hesitating whether to agree to my request. This is not okay. As judges, when we face criminals who need to be judged, we can arbitrarily decide the life or death of the criminals, but we are not qualified to hesitate."
"......"
Liang Feifan continued to choose silence, but hung a gun back on his waist. Seeing Liang Feifan's actions, Ologan
The judge nodded slightly, and the smile on his face disappeared, returning to his normal expressionless look.
"Newcomer, I know what you mean. I will finish my work as soon as possible, and then accept the trial you bring to me. Don't worry, I won't run or hide. After becoming an Inquisitor for fifty years, I have foreseen that I will die a shameful death. However, you have also seen that there are a large number of aliens in this world that are capable of causing serious damage to the Empire. As a high-level Inquisitor, I don't want to see them continue to be active on the land of the Empire."
"I'm sorry, Mr. High Inquisitor Orogan, in the name of the Emperor, please hand over the command of these aliens to us - you can't handle this matter well at all."
Just when Liang Feifan was thinking about whether he should continue to be "silent" and pretend to be a big shot and let the high-level judge in front of him with a maxed-out imagination continue to help him compile his own psychological activities, a somewhat frivolous voice came from outside the tent - about a second later, the silent wandering merchant's body and the political commissar's sister's body of the Lord of Cardia equipped with fine power claws and power fists walked into the tent together, filling this small tent.
"You are?"
The appearance of people outside the courtroom in the tent almost made Inquisitor Orogen instinctively draw his gun. However, after a moment, Orogen, who had adjusted his current identity and mentality, only asked questions - when these two new Inquisitors who came to judge him entered his tent, they did not say anything else. This unusual thing has an obvious explanation, they acted together. And from this explanation, another very clear fact can be drawn, that his actions, which he thought were perfect, had actually already fallen into the eyes of quite a few people in the empire.
"51st Legion, 383rd Legion Fortress Master."
The political commissar spoke first.
"My name is Serent. As you can see, I am an ordinary Rogue Trader who happened to be involved in this troublesome matter."
Silence shrugged and casually threw out the English transliteration of his code name.
"An ordinary Rogue Trader is not qualified to travel with a meritorious Lord of Cadia and a young Inquisitor who can get support from the White Scars, nor does he have the courage to regard the affairs of the Necrons as 'trouble' - OK, I agree to hand over the command of my people to you."
After looking up and down at the Silent Incarnation for a few times, Orogen nodded abruptly, and took out a badge and handed it to Silent's hand. Seeing his action, the expressions on the faces of the three Hammer Incarnations disappeared collectively - and they quickly switched the chat channel to the Hammer Chat Room.
"Ah, this? So decisive?"
"Why did he just hand over power like that?"
"Theoretically speaking, shouldn't a high-ranking inquisitor like him struggle, yell, or even resist when faced with something like this? Why has he been so cooperative from the beginning?"
"Don't forget that this Inquisitor originally came here to find his final fate. Since we have made it clear that we will deal with those ribs, he must also hope to more thoroughly eliminate the aliens. I strongly suspect that he now regards himself as no longer a high-level Inquisitor, but a criminal waiting to be shot."
"--maybe that's true? Then what do we do with him? He's the anchor!"
"It's simple. Liang Feifan, you keep him under guard and bring a few chess pieces with some fighting power to ensure his safety. Theoretically, he won't want to die before he sees that all the problems in this world have been solved, so we don't need to worry too much about him killing himself."
"Okay, I'll work hard for a while."
Liang Feifan controlled his descended body and walked in front of Orogen. Then, he took out a pair of catching tools used exclusively by the Inquisitor and handed them to Orogen.
"Put it on, and follow me."
17. The Hammers' Combat Decision
The grenade launchers are neatly stacked in the box.
A well-maintained chainsword placed on several weapon racks.
Large quantities of the latest Astartes rations, and ammunition boxes filled with special explosive rounds.
Several sets of heavy weapons specifically for Astartes, covering multiple types.
The number is enough to equip three teams with the latest power armor.
In addition, there are several Astartes-specific light multi-terrain vehicles equipped with weapons such as heavy bolters.
Igust, the Chapter Master of the Sword of Hatred, stood in front of these supplies, his superhuman brain a little dazed - before, after his battle-brothers who were guarding on the mothership reported to him that an unnatural strong green light had appeared somewhere on the planet, the Battle Master of the Astartes immediately called up his elite battle-brothers, took the best supplies they had, and rushed to the area where the light was in the light vehicles they had recently found and modified with the help of the Mechanicus, which had decent desert mobility - of course, when they were about to reach the excavation site of a high-level Inquisitor who had been detained, the warriors of the Sword of Hatred were intercepted by a group of Astartes pawns of the founding group, and were asked to reveal their identities and show their mission objectives.
"Hey, Magnate! It's me!"
However, before Captain Igust could draw a plan in his mind,
Having prepared a draft of what he was going to say, the Chosen One, who was sitting in the same vehicle with him, raised his hand and enthusiastically greeted a warrior from the Imperial Fists, one of the well-equipped founding Astartes. He then jumped out of the vehicle and walked over to chat with him. Within five minutes, the Chosen One was back in the vehicle.
"Brother, what is going on?"
Looking at the joyful look on the face of the Chosen One, Igust felt that he had a lot of questions in his mind - the sudden unnatural green light, the abrupt appearance of the founding group, and the fact that this Blood Crow brother actually knew a battle brother from the founding group that appeared here. All these mysteries entangled him and made him want to know the answers.
"We'll talk about this later. I've already applied for some things for you. Follow me to get supplies from the Ultramarines in charge of the warehouse. Let's go, this way!"
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"How's it going, brother? Are the supplies okay?"
Just as Igust finally recovered from his daze, walked to a chainsword and picked it up, carefully examining this part of the supplies allocated to his own regiment, the voice of the Chosen One reached his ears.
"Okay, that's great - some of the weapons here are even finely crafted versions - but brother, where do these startup regiments come from? What missions will so many troops perform in this world? What combat missions will my regiment be assigned in this battle? My brothers who stayed on the ship also monitored another small imperial fleet approaching this abandoned world, and its signature code did not belong to any startup regiment I knew."
Although he was very satisfied with the supplies, Igust wanted to find out what happened in this world. So far, he had seen the battle brothers of the four founding regiments, Ultramarines, Imperial Fists, White Scars, and Iron Hands, in this camp. At the same time, he also saw the flag of the Cadia Troops, one of the strongest Astra Militarum formations, and the war weapons they carried. All of this clearly pointed to one fact: this seemingly worthless world was about to erupt into an extremely intense and critical war!
"Well, brother, let me make it clear first. Although I have roughly figured out the reason why they are here, some things involve the agreement signed between our chapter and the Inquisition at the time. Knowing it will be harmful to you. Therefore, I will only pick out some things that you are allowed to know."
The Chosen One spoke in a serious tone, and Igust couldn't help but tense up.
"Okay, tell me what I know."
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"Okay, the deception is over. Now you can arrange a few chess pieces to lead the brothers of the Sword of Hatred to establish a defense line outside - hey, after going around in circles, these two armies finally bumped into each other. I thought I could really send all the brothers of the Sword of Hatred out of this galaxy before starting to attack the monsters!"
In the Hammer chat room, with a bunch of nonsense, riddles and several "apologies", the Chapter Master of the Sword of Hatred finally understood that "this is a top-secret operation plan to launch a special attack on the aliens using the aliens' own equipment". The Chapter Master was very willing to follow the command of the officers of the Original Regiment sent by the Hammer guys to patrol relatively safe areas and build defenses. The Chosen One controlled his Blood Raven descended body, continued to give instructions to Igust, and complained crazily in the chat room.
"Nothing can be done. The 40K universe is just like this. The more you try to do something, the less you can do it. At least the command of both of their forces is in our hands now. There is no longer the possibility of them fighting and causing trouble as we previously speculated. This is also a good thing, right?"
Inquisitor Orogen has been under close surveillance. Although the descended body is sitting in the room, Liang Feifan's main focus is actually on commanding his Imperial Fist chess pieces to repair the frontline defense. He thinks that this result is already good.
"So when are we going to attack these chops' home base? My oil-guy pawns are already craving for them!"
The eggs are having fun.
"In fact, the ribs are not the point at all. The point is what these ribs are guarding. I suggest that in the first wave of battle, after our chess pieces tear open the defenses of these ribs, we use this wave of descended bodies to form a team and go in to take a look in person. Rogue traders, castle lords, White Scar Astartes veterans, Bishop Oiler... Even if we don't bring many other chess pieces, our combat effectiveness is guaranteed."
The political commissar continued to think - after discovering that the number of rib troops active on the ground had not changed much over time, but their synchronization rate and command efficiency had been steadily decreasing slightly over time, and ordinary people active nearby had begun to collectively experience strange symptoms such as dizziness, she became more and more certain that there really was a "big guy" underground - the big guy that really caused the world to be ordered to exterminate.
"I continue to use the Vindicare Assassin's body?"
Since the four Assassin Court chess pieces have eaten up most of the chess piece quota, the number of Extreme Warriors placed down is only enough to provide logistics support. Therefore, they can only use the Assassin chess pieces as descended bodies.
"I suggest you switch your incarnation to Allen Iverson."
18. Invitation from the Tomb
If my own regiment is better equipped, how strong will my battle brothers be? Can they compete with the warriors of the start-up regiment?
As the Chapter Master of the Sword of Hatred, every time Igust went to the relevant departments of the Empire to ask for supplies, he would sometimes think about this problem involuntarily - as a small chapter that tragically lost part of its founding data for various reasons and was unable to locate its parent chapter, the supplies that the Sword of Hatred could get were always sufficient, but only enough - and even for such weapon supplies, Igust had to show his military exploits to prove that his chapter really needed to take them away - although these were indeed part of the process, compared with the treatment many chapters received, Igust could only sigh.
But now, with his most elite battle brothers, fighting side by side with the battle brothers of the Start-up Regiment with the newly acquired good equipment, Igust has deeply realized that the reason why the Start-up Regiment is a Start-up Regiment and the reason why the Start-up Regiment can achieve so many combat miracles is that good equipment is only a small part of the factors that determine their combat results. Other intangible things, including fighting will, fighting instinct, fighting skills, etc., which are only forged through thousands of tempers on the most rigorous battlefields, are the best combat wealth of these Astartes Chapters with the longest history - although his own Chapter has fought in blood and fire for hundreds of years, compared with these Chapters whose history can be traced back to when the Holy Emperor was still walking on earth, the Sword of Hate is really not good enough!
Therefore, Igust took advantage of this rare opportunity for Astartes in some senses, and through actual combat, he devoted himself to learning the tactical wisdom and other intangible wealth of the founding group - and to his surprise, although these fighting brothers of the founding group were taciturn, they did not mind his "stealing" behavior. As time went by, Igust became more and more "familiar" with them, which made Igust more and more daring to talk to them about various things.
Like, something that had little to do with the battle he was facing now.
"Ah, you're asking about the Battle-Brother of the Blood Ravens? Because of his talent, he is carrying out a very special mission with the Adeptus Mechanicus. Only the Adeptus Mechanicus knows the details."
Of course, the answer he got didn't make any sense, strictly speaking.
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"When looking for a dragon, you must look at the winding mountains. Each winding mountain is a barrier. If the gate is locked with a thousand locks, there must be a king or a noble living there..."
In the underground that had been dug up by the local indigenous residents who had been forcibly "recruited" by the Orogan Inquisitor, the Chosen One that the leader of the Sword of Hate missed so much was humming a piece of "unclear meaning" while lying on a metal wall that had a shape that was obviously not related to the Empire with his assistants - the chemical dog chess pieces, carefully and cautiously cracking the mechanism on the wall. Next to him, the egg, which temporarily adjusted the control mode to a similar one in the game "Mechanicus", also controlled the elite chess pieces it brought with it, and cracked the door from another angle - well, although judging from the progress, the current cracking progress of the two has not exceeded 20%...
"So, we really can't just blast open this door and let the F2A in?"
Since he has replaced Iverson Assassin as his new incarnation, Gu, who is always eager to try out the power of this assassin that best fits the "Assassin's Way" in a certain sense, is eager to give it a try.
"If you still think the trouble outside is not big enough, let's do this - this rib cemetery is conservatively estimated to have a super powerful black stone device installed. If it's even better, it has a soul-exorcising dead zone generator or the entire core of the planet is made of this thing - now, it has activated the outermost defense protocol. If you use the power of Iverson Assassin to hit this door, do you believe that the defense protocol will be upgraded by two levels immediately?"
Although he was just a traveling trader with an elite troop of marines, Silence, whose main clan was Chopsticks, immediately pointed out the consequences of Gu's idea.
".....Just think about it - but at this rate, we'll have to stay here for three days before we can pry open the door - the technology is so terrifying."
Gu, who was so bored that he started hanging upside down on the wall of the cave, spoke helplessly.
"Pai Gu is at least a leader in technology in the real world, and this looks like a big tomb. It's not so bad that we broke it open in a few moves. Hey, God's Chosen, is the progress bar on your side accelerated?"
Because the descended body he used was a White Scars veteran, Abathur's sensitivity to things like distance and speed has been greatly improved. In his eyes, although the deciphering pace of the Chosen One and the Egg seemed to have not changed, the unlocking progress bar on the Chosen One's side has indeed accelerated!
"...It seems like - wait, why did the things I need to decode change? But my progress bar didn't go back! Have we been discovered?"
God's chosen one is confused.
“Shouldn’t—would—er???”
Before Jing Jing could finish her words, the door of the tomb in front of them slowly opened in silence, revealing an invisible
At the end of the corridor - in less than a blink of an eye, the green lights on both sides of the corridor were all lit up, illuminating the entire road as if it led to the other side of the underworld.
"...If I'm not mistaken, neither of you have completed the progress bar? How come this door is open?"
