Chapter 695 Ambush the Clown
Farr Galaxy.
A fleet composed entirely of large battleships is gliding in the planet's synchronous orbit, a thousand kilometers above the equator of Farr, with various chapter emblems announcing their masters. The yellow, silver, black, blue, crimson, white and gray colors on the battleship's hull were all clearly distinguishable under the harsh sunlight that had not been filtered by the atmosphere.
But Kurland worries that won't be enough.
He stood in front of the porthole, checking over and over again with his data tablet, repeatedly calculating the total of all military forces assembled over Farr. Ship tonnage, fighter groups, armed crews, servitors, ammunition payloads... all of it, not just the number of Space Marines, although the number of Space Marines was the statistic he counted most.
This was the largest number of Space Marines gathered in one place at the same time since the end of the Heresy and the Great Purge.
But the threat from the orcs is still pitiful.
"It's a truly stunning sight."
A soft voice sounded next to him.
"Yes, Brother Issachar."
Kurland turned his head and greeted the visitor.
Chapter Master of the Blamers, Issachar.
On armor covered with random scratches and engravings, the mark of the two Space Marines' common heritage is clearly visible - the fists on Issagar's white pauldrons are exactly the same as those on Kurand's yellow pauldrons, the only difference is that Here's the thing: The Blamer's fist is red and holds a pair of crossed yellow lightning bolts in its fingers, while the Imperial Fists' fist is black.
"The sons of Dorn are all gathered in one place, and the power gathered here takes my breath away. Such an army, such a fleet, with it, the stars are ours... That is why the Legion ceases to exist ”
Isaga approached the armored glass in the corridor, slowly spread his armored fingers on the glass, and murmured while looking outside, as if he wanted to seize this power for himself.
"Despite our numbers, this is not the Legion."
Kurland shook his head slightly and corrected:
"According to the latest statistics, we are the 2,800th member of the Rogal Dorn family. The Paragon Fist has been basically exhausted. Their chapter's home planet of Idolika was destroyed by the Battle Moon. Grand Marshal Bosmond and his The Black Templar Expeditionary Force passed by there to seek supplies, but they only saw ruins, and now only Maximus Thorne and the Second Company are left."
Isaac looked at him and comforted:
"Don't worry, the remaining Space Marines will be here soon. Our numbers here are growing every day. The Blamers will soon be here in full force, including all battle brothers and Chapter recruits. I I can assure you. The Iron Knight has also responded to the call and is coming to join us."
"Then what? How much more can we expect? If all our brothers respond to the call, there will only be more than 4,000 people in the sky. The Black Templar has made their company numbers very mysterious. Even I don't know what they have. How many people.”
"We have not received any news from the Soul Drinkers yet. They are secretive, but upright. I believe they will set off immediately once they receive the call from the final wall."
"Then there are only five thousand people at most. When the Seventh Legion was at its most powerful, it had hundreds of thousands of Space Marines, and it was only one of the eighteen legions. If this is still the case now, the situation will be It will be completely different.”
"That situation ceased to exist a long time ago, brother, that was then and this is now. I have always respected that decision, as we Primarchs ultimately did. But lately I have seen the consequences of this schism The other side.”
Issachar raised his hand and pointed forward.
Kurland looked in the direction he pointed. At the end of the battleship corridor was a spacious hall. Inside the hall was a tall triptych relief, depicting the Emperor surrounded by light, and the Black Temple gathered at his feet, with one hand raised high. arms.
"Some of us are too superstitious."
Issachar said meaningfully.
"You don't understand them, and neither do I."
Kurland sighed.
But in his heart, he actually agreed with Issachar's view. His words were more like a plea, imploring the Chapter Leader of the Accusers to maintain unity as much as possible and not to cause trouble at this critical moment.
"Does it matter? We Templar brothers are too noble, perhaps a little willful, but so is Sigismund, by all accounts. He is the favorite of Dorne."
Kurland shrugged.
"Perhaps the Emperor must be a god to the mortals we protect, but our Gene-Father once walked alongside him. The Primarch was the Emperor's son, created by his knowledge, not by wizards. Art. To regard the Emperor as a god is to grant the same divinity to his descendants, and by extension to the descendants of the Primarch, we are not gods! Yes, Captain Kurand. Very important."
Esaga stared at Kurland and said seriously.
"I am not the commander of the army, I emphasize again."
Kurland shook his head and waved his hands in denial.
Isagar searched Kurland's face for a while, trying to confirm whether he was sincere or pretending to be modest.
"This honor was thrust upon you, but I think you deserve it, brother. We are equals, you and I. We will not easily follow your orders, and we need a leader. The Imperial Fists are the original war Regiment, having you in command can avoid many ineffective disputes and waste of time.”
"I'm just a figurehead."
"No you are not, we all trust you."
"Then it's a pity that Bosmond only listens to me when he feels he must."
"He has handed over leadership of the Legion to you."
"Then why don't we attack directly?"
Kurland spread his hands and complained:
"Terra is already in the shadow of the Battle Moon at this time, and he is still stalling for time. He wants to attack the enemy closest to us. His plan will not work strategically."
Kurland's face wrinkled with pain:
"His pride and arrogance are threatening us all. If the Black Templars were not forced to retreat because the Imperial Navy broke away from the battle, he would not be so willful."
"You have lost so much."
Essaga looked at Kurland with sympathy:
"Don't let that cloud your judgment."
"I have lost everything! My Chapter, my brothers, and now we have lost the Throneworld itself! How can we bear it? If the walls of the Palace are about to fall but not a single son of Dorne comes to guard them?"
The more Kurland talked, the more excited he became.
Issaga tightly grasped the edge of Kurand's shoulder armor:
"It has not fallen yet, and the Battle Moon has not attacked Terra. The orcs don't know that we are gathering here. Once we get some more reinforcements, we will rush over. Calm down, you are the legion commander now, and political factors need to be considered here."
"Politics? Bullshit politics!"
Kurland became even more angry when he heard these two words:
"It was politics that caused this disaster, it was the High Lords of Terra who caused this disaster, brother!"
"As disgusting as it is, politics is a part of life. Come on, brother, come into the training cage with me. Apart from the feast of blades, we rarely get to see each other. Fighting gives me a clear feeling, and I am sure it will have an impact on you. help."
Isaac patted his shoulder and said.
"Not now."
Kurland shook his head and pushed him away:
"I need to talk to Bosmond first. I can't wait any longer. I've had enough. This delay has been long enough."
After speaking, he frowned and strode away.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
Issachar asked, looking at Kurander's back.
"No, brother. Only weak people need others to echo them when stating their own opinions. As you said, I am the commander of the legion now, and I don't need others to strengthen my voice."
Kurland took a deep breath and said.
Kurland was not even the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists before, only the Second Captain. And the person he is about to face is the Chapter Leader of the Black Templars, the Grand Marshal of the Black Expeditionary Force, the most powerful sub-group of the Seventh Legion, possessing a Queen of Glory battleship and an unknown number of interstellar ships. warrior. He couldn't help but feel nervous at this moment.
Sometimes, strength means everything.
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Battleship Abomination, captain's quarters.
Bosmond received Kurland warmly in his humble room. Outside of the splendid public areas, the private quarters of most Chapter Masters Kurand had seen were austere, almost monastic, and Bosmond was no exception. Hidden deep inside the bridge, there are no windows or decorations.
Behind the captain's cabin is Bosmond's weapons room. Through the open hatch, you can see several servants wiping and maintaining Bosmond's weapons and armor. The only thing that surprised him was that there was a single-person vehicle parked deep in the weapons room, an item that shouldn't appear here.
A jetbike.
Kurland confirmed again.
That's right, a jet motorcycle.
It was very strange. As far as he knew, the last few jet motorcycles of the Human Empire were with the Dark Angels. Moreover, this sleek and meticulously maintained jet motorcycle does not bear the Black Templars' chapter emblem - Kurland does not think that Posymond is the kind of person who would steal other people's equipment. The honor of the Black Templars and pride would not allow them to do so.
"You're confused, aren't you?"
Bosmond sat behind his desk and said:
"The first time I saw this thing, I was very confused, not about the existence of the jet motorcycle, but about the story behind this jet motorcycle. It is a legend that has been circulated within the Black Templars for a long time, and every chapter leader Everyone knows that this bike comes from a ghostly Space Marine."
"ghost?"
It's an adjective Kurland rarely hears.
"Yes, I call it a legend, because I think there are two doubts about this story: first, I don't believe that any Space Marine can tie Sigismund in a duel; second, I I don’t believe that any Space Marine could fight his way from the bilges of the Vengeful Spirit to the bridge alone.”
Bosmond nodded and said in a deep voice:
"Unless he really is a ghost."
"The Spirit of Vengeance? The flagship of the Black Legion?"
Kurland heard a familiar name.
"Yes, that's the battleship."
Bosmond looked seriously and confirmed:
"We also have a ship that can compete with it - the Eternal Expedition. Unfortunately, it is currently undergoing major modifications at the Naval Dockyard in Saipramundi. It will not return to us in twenty years. My feelings for it are Deeply saddened by the absence.”
Kurland shook his head and threw away these legendary stories about ghost warriors. He did not intend to continue with any polite greetings and went directly to the topic:
"We will take action tomorrow."
Posiemond was slightly startled when he heard this.
"I advise you not to do this."
The Black Templar Grand Marshal stared intently and said solemnly:
"There are too few of us."
Kurland admitted:
"Our numbers are not enough to ensure victory, that is true, but our numbers are enough to make victory possible. Marshal, your plan to target the nearest battle moon is commendable, but it was made before the Throne World was attacked. , we must take action now.”
"Must we? Kurland, what would you do if your Chapter, or even the other four Chapters, were destroyed? We must choose our targets more carefully."
"We are the final wall, and we will not fall. Our father did not fall on Holy Terra when all was said to be ending, and we will never fall now."
The two sons of Dornish began to argue.
Bosmond's face had been burned by an orc wizard before. Half of it was covered with a metal mask with a false eyelidless eye embedded in it. The other half was scarred. From his face to his neck, all the exposed skin was covered with abscesses. , it is almost impossible to make expressions that normal humans can make.
"That sounds like what a son of Dorne would have said."
Bosmond handed the bottle over, Kurland shook his head, and Bosmond put the bottle back on the table.
Bosmond pointed to an ordinary metal chair in front of him, and the two sat down facing each other.
"We just mentioned the Eternal Crusade, a super huge ship. Do you know the origin of its name?"
"What do you want to say, Marshal?"
Bosmond raised his head and drank the whole drink in one gulp.
His lips could no longer be closed, so a drop of saliva mixed with wine flowed out from the corner of his torn mouth. Without thinking, he took out a piece of cloth from his sleeve and wiped it.
"The Eternal Crusade represents the spirit of our Chapter and our Chapter's founders. Sigismund swore never to rest, saying that the Black Templars would not build walls, but continue to move forward, fulfilling the purpose for which the Emperor originally created us -- to unite the galaxy under the rule of Man rather than watch it fall apart under the guise of defense. The sons of Dorn were known for defending the city, but not the followers of the Black Blade. For us, offense is the only form of defense. Our swords are our walls, our tanks are our fortresses, and they are most effective when advancing. It is useless to build more walls if the enemy is allowed to live outside the door. ”
After leaving the Chapter Masters meeting.
Bosmond spoke more directly.
"I understand."
After listening, Kurland said calmly:
"You thought Terra had fallen."
Just as Kurland expected.
Bosmond did not answer the question directly.
"Brother, we must take the initiative to open up the battlefield and force the orcs to lose sight of one thing. If we can destroy two or even three of their satellites, they will be forced to fight us. If Terra is rescued, we have no chance of winning."
"Then Terra will be destroyed."
Kurland stared at Bosmond closely:
"What about the Emperor? His body..."
"The Emperor is eternal."
The expression on Bomond's face was extremely firm:
"What's on Terra is just a remnant body before ascension."
"Marshal, you wear a black sword at your waist."
Kurland pointed at Bosmond's sword:
"Tied to it is the fragment of Dorn's own sword, broken in a fit of rage when he failed to protect his father, and you are willing to let the same thing happen again. Tell me, Grand Marshal, whose oath is to you More important? Your founder, Sigismund, a great warrior, the Emperor's only champion, was still just a Space Marine. Wasn't your ancestor a higher being? Deny your father? Will you keep your oath?"
Bosmond's eyes turned cold:
"Are you accusing me of hypocrisy, Kurland?"
"I'm asking you to clarify your priorities, that's all. If anyone accuses you of hypocrisy, it's from your hearts, not my lips.
Kurland leaned forward:
"At this evening's rally at the Final Wall, I will order all men to attack from Terra. You will not object, Lord Marshal, and will wholeheartedly agree."
Kurland turned around and left before Bosmond could respond, his two hearts beating violently in his chest. This was the second reaction triggered after he felt the tremendous pressure. Still, he smiled.
The Black Templars will march on Terra.
Kurland was very confident.
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Terra, deep within the hive of the Eternal City.
Fu Qinghai returned to this place again.
Where he emerged from the Webway Gate.
Fu Qinghai took off the tattered hooded cloak used as a disguise and put on the Blue Shell Power Armor. He looked up and looked around, found the flattest wall and walked over. As he walked, the gauntlet of his right arm was changing. Iron-gray metal particles seemed to begin to accumulate and outline along some fixed frame. Soon, a strange and weird firearm appeared in Fu Qinghai's hand. in hand.
Portal gun.
Fu Qinghai raised his hand, pointed it at the wall, and pulled the trigger.
A blue halo spread across the wall.
Outside the blue aperture is the ancient stone wall, and inside the blue aperture is the busy and orderly interior of the battleship with people coming and going. Vera Nora was stunned for a moment.
A Space Marine ducked his head and emerged from the circle of light.
Another Space Marine stepped out.
"Khan." "Khan."
They all clenched their fists and beat their chests in determination.
More than twenty Space Marines in total.
This small space is crammed to the max.
Vera noticed a detail: the five leading Space Marines were all wearing finely crafted power armor, and the entire right shoulder armor was decorated with complex and exquisite metal reliefs in the shapes of wolf heads, crows, bats, books, and nine-headed sea serpents.
"Follow the original plan."
Fu Qinghai nodded and said:
"Pay attention to your position. The opponent moves very quickly. He has a personal holographic force field and cannot be targeted and locked. Pay attention to suppressing their movement and dodge space. The weapons used have been introduced before, especially beware of monomolecular silk weapons. Also close the breathing valve and enable it. Internal circulation, do not inhale hallucinogenic gases.”
"Understood, Khan."
The five space warriors agreed in unison and began to look at the surrounding environment to choose a position. Fu Qinghai also took out the Blue Fang and the Blue Blade, turned the knife around casually, and stood among the five people.
"What do you want to do?"
Vera looked up and asked Fu Qinghai.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Fu Qinghai raised his hand and put on his helmet:
"I want to prevent that group of Harlequin Eldar from entering the palace."
The scarlet goggles light up.
"You said the Harlequin Eldar would appear during this time."
Fu Qinghai's voice was filtered into a low and cold voice.
He looked down at Vera who was standing beside him.
The female judge nodded and said:
"It is written like this in the original novel. It was almost when the high lords were discussing how to deal with the Battle Moon that the Harlequin Eldar team broke into the palace and caused an explosion."
"This plot is completely unnecessary."
Fu Qinghai raised his head and said in a low voice.
"I think so too."
Vera agrees with this.
A group of Harlequin Eldar sneaked into the Royal Palace of Terra, killed a large number of Imperial Guards and created an explosion. They were captured holding the Vokan token and shouting "Peace". All of this was to remind the Human Empire: Never forget Chaos. Threat, Chaos is a greater threat than the Orcs...
Fucking idiot, right?
The threat of Chaos is serious, why do you need to say it? No one knows how the Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, right? The battle moon of the orcs was in their faces, and they even came over to remind them, "Don't forget the threat of Chaos." Could it be that the collapse of the Ancient Spirit Empire was because you guys with pointy ears have too low emotional intelligence?
This plot is neither foreshadowing nor metaphor, and has no connection with the previous plots or other novels. Changing this plot will not have any impact. So Fu Qinghai planned to meet this group of Harlequin Spirits for a while to see what the qualities of these chosen people of the Laughing God were like.
As he was speaking, the empty air with the guns pointed at by many Space Marines suddenly began to twist and swell, as if the real universe was being pulled by some force.
"Coming!"
Fu Qinghai's eyes flickered and he said solemnly.
The bat-shouldered Space Marine laughed wildly, and bright yellow flames suddenly spurted out from the goggles, the gaps in the neck armor, and the exhaust ball valve of the power backpack. The flames covered his whole body, and even the pulled out chain sword was rolling with flames. .
A large number of gray-white shrouds suddenly emerged from the gaps in the wolf head and shoulder armor of the Space Marine's body armor. One by one, the packages were wrapped around the surface of the armor. The gray-white hood was raised from the back and put on. The eyepiece under the hood instantly bloomed with bright white light.
The figure of the Space Marine in the crow shoulder armor slowly disappeared in the air. The Space Marine in the book shoulder armor raised the golden scepter in his hand. The Space Marine in the nine-headed sea serpent shoulder armor seemed to be reciting something obscure in a low voice. Spell…
Vera was stunned.
What kind of Space Marines are these?
"I repeat."
Fu Qinghai then reminded:
"We don't fire the first shot."
Fu Qinghai has a good relationship with the Ark Spirit Clan, but there are also many forces within the Ark Spirit Clan. The one he has a good relationship with is the Uthwe Arkworld where Salamander Uthlan is located. He doesn't know the other Beyetan Arkworld Iyanden Arkworld at all, but what a coincidence, according to the plot of the original novel, The group of Harlequin Eldar that broke into the palace was sent by Edrad Uslan, the supreme prophet of the Uswe Arkworld.
Therefore, in order to save face for the old prophet and the little banshee, Fu Qinghai gave the order not to fire the first shot.
But if the Harlequin Eldar attack first.
Then the consequences are not up to them.
"call……"
Fu Qinghai adjusted his breathing gently.
The Harlequin Eldar, the Harlequin Eldar who can slaughter the Custodes.
I want to take a look today...
The distortion in the air suddenly intensified.
A slender figure jumped out of the air.
"Huh?"
Fu Qinghai couldn't help being surprised when he saw the person in front of him.
The star warriors who are watching eagerly are ready to attack.
Fu Qinghai subconsciously raised his hand to indicate that he was not allowed to shoot.
The bone-white light armor is wrapped around the tall and graceful body. The fiery red hair is floating slightly. One hand is holding a long knife that looks like a Guandao, and the other hand is holding a pointed helmet on his waist. , a beautiful face with an extraordinary temperament, just looking at Fu Qinghai with a smile.
"Did you not expect that it would be me, Qingshan?"
Salamander tilted his head and asked with a smile.
"Supreme Prophet...I know it, I know it!"
Fu Qinghai finally reacted at this time.
Edrad, the most powerful prophet of the Eldar.
This damn old thing predicted it again.
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