Chapter 430 An Unexpected Success
Chapter 430 An unexpected success-
No one knows what Kadan Stunus was actually thinking before deciding to launch this attack on the Lakuan Clan Conquest Hall.
This wave of attacks did not hit the Lakuan Clan Conquest Hall, which suddenly performed a warp jump under impossible circumstances and looked suspicious.
But they did hit... something.
It was completely unexpected for them and the other party.
It can only be said that the description of a blind cat catching a dead mouse is the most appropriate here.
But what follows is a life-and-death battle.
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Dozens of luminous spears hit the void shield and a small part of the hull in turn in the left front of the Lakuan Conquest Hall. The ionized light aroused was as dazzling as the lightning that occasionally lit up in the dark night, illuminating the plastic steel concrete, the adamantine skeleton and the hull that began to fly out like fragments scattered in a tornado, and the smaller gravel-like equipment, debris and the unfortunate crew members who were quickly frozen.
"Latest damage control report! The first to third decks of the fortress were attacked by planetary-level light spears, with an angle of 82°. The source is estimated to be Sennos. The safety sealed hatch has been lowered. The countdown is 10 seconds. The damage control teams of Beta-211-A to Epsilon-003-C have completed the verification of the extravehicular equipment and are heading for repair and recovery from the emergency passage..."
The neat rows of servitors inserted into the gleaming brass and steel panels are hideous. They output columns of data from their own thinkers or stiffly and loudly report the self-inspection of various damages. The vacant throne bridge now has a slightly chaotic scene that is rare in the expedition of the Iron Hands.
Leaving others to guard the throne room without opening the door or summoning their Gene Father, Malkan Ferros rushed to the bridge deck alone, shouting angrily at the technical officers, demanding that they immediately contact any other clan captains and Iron Fathers in the sky above Medusa or in the Antarctic Fortress to inquire about the situation.
Because no one would have thought that the Lakuan clan would be attacked from within the galaxy after jumping out of Mandeville Point and sending the identity code to the Iron Hand's own watch station at the outermost edge of the Stenelos galaxy.
The ancient machine soul of the Lakuan Conquest Hall roared in anger, and just before the first wave of attacks touched its metal shell, the machine soul immediately notified the commander with the highest security authority in the fortress.
Ferrus Manus and Fulgrim Ishtar reacted almost simultaneously: using their authority to draw all non-life-sustaining energy to focus on the emergency activation of the void shield on the attacked side, and began a series of equipment takeovers and prepared to allow this super-flying brick-shaped fortress-monastery with two hundred pairs of road wheels, one wheel twelve stories high, and able to drive on the ground to start drifting outside the galaxy.
It turns out that, in addition to some specialized Primarchs that are essentially "technological" or "computing" types that can independently perform real-time combat calculations at this moment, only when the thinking circuits of two Primarchs with rich combat experience are connected to the same metal body can they instantly control a behemoth like the Hall of Conquest to complete this temporary action that even its drivers and technical officers cannot complete.
In the moment when all the occupants of the Hall of Conquest have not yet reacted or have just had confusion, doubts, rage or other thoughts flashing through their minds.
The Void Shield that was activated urgently on the side of the fortress facing the galaxy had already suffered an attack from the direction of their home galaxy, and although the flying fortress was shaking violently, it was at least defended by the precisely reinforced Void Shield.
Then, when they were eager to figure out what was happening at this chaotic moment, the pilots and bridge officers were horrified to find that the equipment machine souls and thinker instruments in front of them were no longer under their control, and even entering the highest security level code at hand was useless.
Therefore, Malkan Ferros's request could not even be met for a while: all the auspicious instruments and sensor array equipment joined this silent but terrifying machine talking to itself.
These machines seemed to boil up in an instant, as if the originally sleeping circuit metal statues were suddenly injected with some unknown and terrifying vitality. The stiff metal and dead meat jaws of the servitors opened and closed, and automatically began to loudly report the working conclusions of their equipment output, and the equipment that usually required the cooperation of multiple people to carefully maintain all began to work actively as if they were commanded by the will of the same person, and their efficiency was even faster than any time before.
"Oh my God! What is going on?!" Ironfather's voice rumbled through the metal breathing grille that replaced his nose and mouth. "Have the bridge officers tried to take back control here?! I need to communicate with Medusa immediately! What is this? Is the attack on us and the loss of control of these machine spirits a sign of rebellion or the aftermath of the invaders?! I must find out immediately!"
"I don't know! My lord!" the desperate bridge technical officer shouted back, "They... they are dominated by another powerful will, we can't control them! I can't even..."
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Be patient. My children, my warriors. It's me.
A thought like a great bell descended on the bridge, and its sound spread through the receiver channel through the resonance of the mechanical module. Everyone immediately quieted down, except for those devices that were still working on their own. People looked at these dead things around them anxiously, working orderly and spontaneously - without any human manipulation.
Many believers were quietly reciting the exorcism prayer of Om Messiah.
The fierce long-range attacks that occasionally brushed against the void shield outside the porthole triggered colorful and disorderly high-speed strobe lights. If a person looked directly at them without wearing protection, he would even feel physiological dizziness and nausea.
Malkan Firoth took a half step forward tentatively.
"Is it you, father? Please forgive me for not guarding you. I think I should drive your car for you when the attack occurs."
An impatient and clear emotional pulse entered Malkan's receiver.
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Malkan. Although I do have a bad temper, I think I am reasonable to my offspring, unlike some of my brothers.
"Forgive me, father. I was just guessing."
Another pulse from the same source once again sent Malkan a "OK, it's okay, don't talk too much" emotion.
The Forge Master blinked behind his iron breathing mask.
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Stop talking nonsense. Everyone prepare to resist the acceleration and space jump impact.
"Father...?"
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First make a warp jump and leave here immediately. The void shield is a makeshift one and will not last long. There are about 58 seconds before the next attacking warhead cluster arrives. We must jump.
"But even the warp engine of the Lakuan Hall can only be prepared for 65% at most in such a short time... and we must activate the new Geller Stand and Navigator. Great Ferrus! If we jump into the warp like this, the probability of getting lost is higher than 50%, and the probability of damage is..."
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Shut up. I know what I'm doing. You chant the Holy and the Great in my name all day long, and build countless temples on the Holy Mountain of Karash to pray for my return. And at a time when great power and miracles are particularly needed, do you think that I, a Primarch, one of the miracles in the galaxy, your genetic father ten thousand years ago, who returned from death like lightning, have only the abilities of a mortal?
"..."
The magnetic boots of the Astartes fixed the sons of Ferrus on the deck, and the mortal auxiliary officers immediately lay down and grabbed something or stuffed themselves into a large enough gap. Before they could completely dodge, they heard this great voice curse a swear word in a language they didn't understand, followed by a high-pitched roar in the native language of Medusa.
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This bunch of bastards!
Then the same voice sounded more calmly.
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Navigator, sense according to the coordinates I provided. ——Stop talking nonsense, immediately.
The invisible, huge, yet real pressure pressed down on everyone like a giant mountain. The mechanical arms of the Iron Hands made a subtle sound of metal being pressed and rubbed. Some people even had difficulty breathing, and the air was being squeezed out of their collapsed lungs. Fortunately, although their navigator was not very willing to accept the guidance of people who were not from the navigator's family as always, it was obvious that there was something real about that coordinate.
Because the data from the navigator's cockpit showed that he was taking over the driving and engine power of the Lakuan Conquest Hall according to the will of Ferrus Manus, preparing to take them into the subspace.
As the navigator obeyed and executed the tense orders, the pressure was relieved.
The next batch of intensive bombardment passed through the colorful plasma gas belt and the annihilation trail of the subspace energy that had just begun to dissipate, and continued to fly in the empty void until it lost power...
They hit something in the "void" and exploded.
The original camouflage peeled off one after another, and the flames burned on the wet and rotten fleshy shell of the ship, and were quickly extinguished by some secreted yellow pus.
"This is..."
The Iron Council, which had gathered for other matters, immediately entered an emergency war state.
All the warriors and vehicles here were mobilized.
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About three hours later.
The Lakuan Conquest Hall was quietly floating above the orbit of the death world Coinbril.
It was quiet and desolate here. Because it was worthless, there was no imperial colonization or garrison. They jumped out of the Mandeville point of this galaxy only a few light hours away from Medusa, and then entered orbit for rest after scanning.
"What happened?"
Summoned to the throne room of Ferrus, Malkan asked the Father of Genes respectfully on behalf of the officers of the Iron Hands.
The huge silver metal figure of "Ferrus Manus" sat on his mechanical throne, and the Iron Hands were almost fascinated-looking at the silver metal flowing into the gap of the throne like a life, connecting with the shining data points deep inside.
Their gene father who returned to the world opened his eyes, and his silver eyes stared at them like melted mercury.
"The attack was directed at us, undoubtedly from Medusa. The sender of the verification code was Cardan Sturnus."
"What--!!! Is there a verification error somewhere? Father, Cardan Sturnus can't--"
"If I could die like that on Isstvan V, don't mention the impossible. Didn't you teach the recruits calmly, 'Don't trust anyone'? How about it, Malkan, when it comes to someone you know and are close to, you think he can't betray you. It seems that this commandment doesn't work even if you memorize it by heart."
Such a strong testimony from the person involved made the Forge Master unable to organize a suitable sentence to refute.
In the end, he could only ask the Primarch bitterly whether his most proud disciple was suspected of betrayal and corruption, or when they were away, did the Iron Hands fall into the curse of strife and civil war again?
"No." Their gene father answered him like this, with a subtle tone, "According to analysis, his original intention was to test you, but..." Ferrus seemed to smile. Was the arc of the corner of his mouth a mockery? Malkan was not sure.
"But I didn't expect to find the real invaders in advance, which was an unexpected gain."
"So we need to jump immediately because...?"
"Because I found that our position was the worst at that moment: there was a barrage of probing bullets in front of us - although it was a probing, he used the real stuff, and I must punish him later. And behind and around were the enemy's originally invisible warships. At that time, the sensor readings sent to me by the Lakuan Conquest Hall made me not want to stay for a second longer."
"I don't know you... Maybe our tactical thinking for thousands of years should indeed consider strategic retreat more..."
"Ferus" waved his hand, and the golden mechanical bird on his shoulder also spread its wings and chirped.
"This is not running away, Malkan. If you knew what kind of Chaos enemy you were about to face, you would choose to distance yourself immediately."
"You seem to be very familiar with them. You can judge what kind of enemy it is without confirming it with your naked eyes."
"If you have fought with them many times, you will be very familiar with them, Malkan. Don't always test me." "Ferus" stared at the Lord of the Forge with silver eyes, "They are the followers of the Lord of Corruption and the Lord of Plague. Even if you have the ability to burn them, you will not choose to fight them in close combat."
"But the Black Legion of the Great Betrayer Abaddon has only recently..."
"Yes, it is written in Lakuan's records, Abaddon's army left not long ago. Your defense was tough but tenacious, Malkan."
"In such a short time..."
"Yes." "Ferus"'s jawline became harder and squarer, "The enemies of Chaos are here again, this time they are the followers of the evil god, and their target is undoubtedly Medusa and the treasures above. We have become a force that has successfully escaped. Now, we have to find a way to reconnect and return to their aid."
"Does it feel familiar?" He smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile, "Broken Legion, Broken Legion, my children. This time, we can't let the tragedy happen again."