Chapter 280 Faceless Prince
Planet Uriah V.
Uriah was an ordinary sun, barely burning bright enough to be called a star, surrounded by spheres sealed by the frost of eternal winter.
Above the fifth such planet, in low-Earth orbit, two strike cruisers and a navy cruiser are parked quietly. One of the strike cruisers is like a serrated dark copper blade, and the relief on the bow proudly shows off the The skull and bat-wing emblem of the Eighth Legion.
Blood Covenant, also known as Blood Covenant.
On the bridge, an ugly, weird and even deformed creature "sat" on the captain's chair. Its multi-knuckled claws opened and closed, clenched like a fist, and then resembled an ugly flower. Release slowly.
This is the "Supreme", the former captain of the 10th Company of the Night Lords, Fandrode. In order to better lead the former 10th Company and now the Chaos Warband, he voluntarily combined his body with a Tzeentch Demon and became a Tzeentch enchantment. warrior.
Unlike the enchanted warriors of Khorne, the enchanted warriors of Tzeentch are better at tactical command and strategizing. In the future 41K era, the Supreme will become a famous space naval battle master in the Eye of Terror, but at that time, his name is " "Fandroder"'s soul may have completely disappeared.
The possessed warrior licked its fangs, as if cleaning out the food residue stuck in the teeth. The creature's tongue was long enough to clean the crystals flowing out of its eyes, but the demon did not care about the lost eyelids. care.
"ah……"
With an exclamation, the Night Lords Space Marine sitting cross-legged on the deck suddenly opened his eyes.
"What did you see, Soul Hunter?"
The Supreme roared, and that was the way he spoke.
"I saw it, I saw it...a fleet, the White Scars, they were chasing our breath, right here, they..."
The Night Lord moved his throat with some difficulty, as if he was still recalling some unspeakable plot and experience.
"They joined the Blood Covenant and slaughtered us all, killing everyone on the ship... with only a hundred Space Marines."
If Fu Qinghai were here at this moment, he would definitely be very happy to see this Midnight Lord - because this is the famous "Soul Hunter" he wrote in his little notebook.
Talos Valcolan.
Inheriting the talent of the Primarch, Talos has been tortured by prophetic visions. These visions are mentally and physically draining and appear randomly without warning, but they have also become a valuable asset to the Chaos warband he belongs to—— The traitors without intelligence channels relied heavily on this prophecy.
"Tsk... So, according to what our 'prophet' said, a mere hundred white scars killed all the battle brothers in the entire strike cruiser? King of the Night, I don't know what this is called a 'prophecy' It’s still called ‘weakness’.”
There was another Night Lord on the bridge, with obvious sarcasm and ridicule in his tone. He was wearing a set of ancient and exquisite cavalry-type Terminators, proving that he belonged to the former honor guard and personal entourage of the Primarch - the Black Guards. .
Talos glared back at him fiercely and said:
"I am just recounting what I saw and heard in my dream. All actions are determined by the Supreme Being."
Everyone present looked at the demon sitting at the highest point of the bridge. It slowly tapped its claws, and the tentacles protruding from the cracks in the armor were swinging unconsciously.
Finally, it slowly said:
"We have got what we want, the relics of the Night King, the crown, the cloak, the sword... There is no point in staying here anymore. Even if there is no White Scar, other imperial fleets will come..."
In fact, that assassin killed the Midnight Ghost in front of a group of senior members of the Night Lords, and left while they watched and cursed loudly. If he hadn't been so mean before leaving, he just walked away. With Curze's equipment, the Eighth Legion would not have to fight to the death with the Assassin Temple of Callidus.
Everyone understood what the Supreme meant.
"Retreat, get out of here."
The possessed warrior ordered.
…
"What!?"
Nacred Sol asked in disbelief:
"Just because of a bullshit prophecy, they are going to leave here, abandon the last Assassin temple they are about to capture, and run away like a frightened dog?"
The crew member in charge of the communication array, facing the faceless prince's anger, nodded with some difficulty and said:
"I think... yes, my lord."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Nacred laughed dryly:
"It's so interesting, these blood brothers of mine, they are just like my cursed original body, trapped in illusions, obsessed with prophecies, tortured by ridiculous illusions all their lives... How can such people have a future! They are destined to be a group of tragic products, a group of wretches!"
Nacred became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally couldn't help but curse loudly, looking like he was still angry.
Blatantly insulting the Primarch.
The mortals under his command were even more afraid to answer the question.
"Sir, do we need to recall our ground troops?"
After a long silence, a crew member asked cautiously.
"Well, postpone the attack on the Assassin Temple and withdraw the Space Marines to the battleship first."
Although Nacred was arrogant, his mind was still clear. The Supreme Warband's trust in the soul hunter's prophecy ability must be justified. It was indeed not safe to divide the troops into two places. They retreated to space and waited to see what happened.
…
The Su Zheng and Lie Ma tore the curtain between subspace and the real world, like a platinum spear and a bathing diamond, splitting the tide of the secret realm and descending on the periphery of the galaxy.
As soon as he arrived at Mandeville Point, Fu Qinghai ordered all detection arrays to be turned on. He immediately discovered a strike cruiser in the orbit of Planet 5, and there was also an Imperial Navy light cruiser that had lost its plasma signal. It seemed that it had been destroyed. The Night Lords join forces to seize the ship.
Oh, buy one get one free, not bad.
Confirming that the enemy's fleet was not as large as his own, Fu Qinghai was in a good mood. He didn't know that he had missed the soul hunter Talos that he longed for.
But even if I knew it, I wouldn't regret it much.
Unlike in general online literature, the greater the fame, the stronger the strength. For these well-known figures in Warhammer 40K, their fame, military rank, and personal combat power do not match. Fame is determined by the scenes in the original novel, while military rank is determined by combat experience. .
The faceless prince Nacred doesn't have many roles, but he is the consul of the legion. The soul hunter Talos is very famous, but his military rank is just a sergeant. If Fu Qinghai goes to Chahe with Talos's head, Tai Khan wants the title of "Master of Hunting", and Khan will probably give him a big buck.
In the case where Su Zheng was the first to discover the other party.
The outcome has already been determined.
"We should stick to the original plan and jump into gangs to seize the ship."
Fu Qinghai said to Qiao Shida and Camille.
"Give me a pair of power armor."
Next to him, Kalamanda, wearing a robe, said.
Fu Qinghai glanced sideways at him:
"Sorry, you are not a brand-new alien space warrior, so you cannot wear the MK8 Chaos-type power armor."
"Then give me a jump torpedo and a bolter, and I can get in without power armor."
The Night Bat warrior's tone was firm and certain.
Fu Qinghai smiled when he heard this and said:
"Old Qiao, give him your previous set of MK4 extreme power armor, and give him a bolt gun and a chain sword."
Joestar reluctantly handed over his former armor to Kalamanda. The Nightbat warrior began to put on the power armor with the assistance of several servitors. While putting it on, he asked:
"What are the new alien space marines?"
Fu Qinghai smiled slightly:
"You'll find out later."
…
As soon as the Blood Alliance left, the United Fleet arrived on the back.
At this point, the Desolation strikes the cruiser.
"The light spear is coming——"
The crew yelled heartbreakingly.
Dazzling golden light obscured the view of the porthole.
Accompanied by a violent shaking of the ship body.
"The shield is intact! Seven percent has escaped!"
an officer called.
Just after he finished speaking, two more thick beams of light continued to spray out on the translucent shield of the void shield until...
"Twelve percent escape!"
The ship body swayed from side to side again.
The bridge's lighting dimmed, briefly failing for a few seconds.
The rune light spot representing White Scar's attack cruiser advanced with the force of a spear, detoured from the side, and quickly outflanked it.
The rune light spot representing the White Scar battle barge approached impartially and dignifiedly with the overwhelming force of Mount Tai.
As the two cruisers staggered each other, their macrogun arrays unleashed a barrage of barrages at each other.
"Shield collapsed."
One of the crewmen screamed, and the impact rocked the ship.
"My lord, the enemy battleship launched a torpedo."
"Hold on!"
Nacred shouted.
"My lord," said a weapons officer:
"The torpedo has entered the range of close-in defense weapons."
Nacre was unmoved: "Wait a little longer."
"About to break through the thirty-kilometer distance!"
"All close-defense weapons, fire!"
Nacred immediately ordered.
"Boom boom boom boom——"
What arrived before the boarding torpedoes were the giant artillery shells.
"Sir, close...close defense weapons have failed."
The crew's voices were filled with desperation.
"this……"
Nacled's eyes widened: It's a interference macro cannon!
Two of the eight boarding torpedoes disappeared from the display screen of the holographic projector, and the jamming array guided them into the boundless void around the battleship. The other six rushed toward their target ship, and all hit the target.
The faceless prince calmly asked to open the ship's communication network, and the crew member in front of the console nodded to him.
"Attention all Talon teams, this is Nacred Thor. Six to twelve White Scars have just used torpedoes to invade the ship. The impact location has been sent to the team commander. Find those damn loyalists! I Brothers, kill them all!”
The faceless prince got up from the command seat and dragged the huge Terminator armor to the observation deck. Through the portholes, he could see the torpedoes inserted on the hull below.
"Damage report."
"Minor structural damage, energy transmission pipeline overload, mainly located in the starboard area."
"They want our ship."
Nacred gritted his teeth.
"Okay, then let me see if you have this ability!"
"BOOM!"
The ship rocked again, with enough force to throw the two Night Lords off the black deck. Nacred was unsteady on his feet and cursed in Nostramu dialect.
Like a salute and fireworks celebrating a festival, in the center of the bud-shaped crack in the bulkhead, the torpedo hatch opened with a bang. The Moon Wolf warriors took the lead and roared out. They raised the Fat Man launcher in their hands high and roared:
"Kill the traitors, for the sake of the Emperor!"
"Your Emperor is dead, idiot!"
The other party also yelled back not to be outdone.
The darkness and silence in the passage were suddenly broken by the flash of bombs and the blue sparks of power weapons.
"Tum, tom, tom!"
Micro nuclear bombs the size of melons were launched one after another towards the ends of several passages in different directions.
The light lit up and the molten flame exploded.
The filthy air between the tactical team and the claw team suddenly boiled with invisible heat, and the temperature indicator in the field of view of Joestar's eyepiece began to rise rapidly.
The explosive high-temperature heat flow rolled and illuminated everything. The claw team, who was at the center of the nuclear explosion, had their power armor cooked in a heartbeat.
The plastic steel structure in the joint gaps first began to twist, soften, and evaporate, and finally melted into a puddle of mud on the deck, slowly flowing out of the empty armor, and any biomass inside no longer existed.
…
Kalamanda felt like a witness.
Just like the so-called "narrators" in the fleet in the early days of the Great Crusade who did nothing but exclaimed inexplicably.
He witnessed the massacre of the Night Lords with his own eyes!
Yes, it's not a close fight.
From the beginning, it was destined to be a one-sided massacre.
The Brotherhood of God Machine swept across the Night Lords warband.
It is as powerful as broken bamboo.
The White Scars formed several tactical teams and encountered the Night Lord's Claw Team on various decks and in various passages. Chainsaws and explosive bombs, plasma and melt, collided fiercely.
In melee combat, their combat experience may not be as rich as those Nightbat veterans who have experienced the Great Crusade and the Great Rebellion, but they are faster and more powerful.
Long-range mutual fire has an overwhelming advantage. That kind of strange explosive weapon can shatter the thickest ceramic breastplate with just three or two hits, making the Night Bat warriors fight in all directions. Minato's MK5 powered armor was shattered and split open on all sides like the Imperial Guard's carapace.
As time goes by.
The combat area gradually tightened.
The hunting net slowly surrounded the bridge.
Corruption and depravity spread here, and even the air tasted turbid. The ship had been in the warp for too long, breathing the same circulating air for too long.
Fu Qinghai held the hilt of the sword with both hands, holding the sword horizontally in front of his face, blocking a bomb that hit his face. Shrapnel and fire exploded less than thirty centimeters away from the eyepiece. The hand holding the sword did not care at all. Moved.
The sword body made of genuine Adamantium alloy is still intact, shiny and silvery white, as if it were brand new.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
one of the Night Lords asked.
The iron nails embedded in his forehead shimmered and reflected in the dim light of the passage. There were three nails in total, two gold and one silver, in recognition of his contribution to the Human Empire.
"Blue Teeth, Tuned Sword."
Fu Qinghai responded.
"Very good, it will be mine immediately. The puppet emperor's lackey does not deserve to have such a powerful weapon."
The other party laughed.
Fu Qinghai also laughed:
"Your gene-seed is mine. Don't worry, I will let it continue to serve the Emperor."
…
bridge.
Fu Qinghai looked at his enemy.
Dark blue paint with white lightning patterns.
Thick iron chains were wrapped around the arm armor and shoulders. The pink human skin was pulled by the hooks and stretched tightly on the armor shell. The huge skull stuck on the spikes still had fresh flesh attached to it.
In one hand, he wields a huge T-shaped chain sword, and in the other hand, there is a lightning claw surrounded by electric arcs.
Kent card finisher.
The faceless prince, Nacred Thor.
Fu Qinghai recognized the other party's identity from the ugly face covered with thick sutures and crisscrossed flesh - this was what the so-called "faceless prince" meant.
Fu Qinghai pressed his thumb gently, and the high-frequency vibration mode was turned on. Amidst the disturbing buzzing sound, the straight and thick sword blade and the sharp hook serrations turned into a blurry silver shadow.
"White scars!"
"I'm going to eat your genetic seeds."
Nacred Sol cursed loudly:
"I'm going to tear your throat out with my hands!"
"Ding! Cang!"
The chain sword in Fu Qinghai's hand seemed as light as a feather when he swung it, but it was as heavy as a stone upon contact. With each clash of gold and iron, Fu Qinghai took a step forward, and the opponent took a step back, just as the Faceless Prince was retreating. when...
"Dah!" Kalamanda shot a blast into Nacred's neck.
The sword penetrated the faceless prince's spine, lungs and heart, and the ceramic steel composite armor seemed to be nothing. Fu Qinghai grabbed the opponent's head and pulled it away in the short moment before the warhead exploded and exploded the enemy's head into a fountain of blood. come over.
The bomb exploded.
Before Kalamanda could react, a chain sword that stopped rotating and vibrating stopped at his neck.
"I said that his head belongs to me, don't you understand me, Night Lord?"
Fu Qinghai's tone was solemn, and his murderous aura penetrated the armor as if it were substance. Kalamanda was so frightened that he did not dare to move. His whole body was stiff and he replied sternly:
"I-I apologize, my lord."
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