paranoianovel Chapter 312 The Battle of Obilon
Chapter 312 The Battle of Obilon
"Fengyun-class battleship? Was it attacked or was it defeated in a face-to-face confrontation?"
"The information didn't say it. The target location is in the orbit of the third Earth-like planet in the galaxy below the cruise orbit."
"We are prepared to ... interrogate the source of the information."
Yifeng was a little angry. Adding a few words would not kill him. Normally, just one galaxy away, the signals sent would at least be bombarded debris or cut debris. How could he not say anything? ?
Xiaolan also frowned. The soldiers he taught should not make such mistakes.
"The source of the information is the ocean supply fleet. They are responsible for handing over to this cruise formation..."
"Open the invisibility curtain," Yifeng said, "call that fleet, use the code word, and see if there is still a response."
When the People's Light was about to arrive at its destination, the response was transmitted, and everything was accurate. The explanation for the slow response was that the main force of the supply fleet suspected that the enemy was hiding in the interstellar dust, so they entered it to explore, so the signal reception was not smooth.
The half-hidden body of the People's Light plunged into the psychedelic interstellar dust. The supply fleet has sailed out of this cloud of dust and is now suspended above the Fengyun-class battleship. The transport ships above are coming and going, and will explore The team dropped onto the wreckage of the battleship.
The wreckage of the battleship orbits the third Earth-like planet like an oversized piece of space junk.
"Anos, is there any response from the stealth radar?"
"This is a dead world." The conclusion reached by the "auxiliary analysis program" appeared on the screen.
The entire system is lifeless, with no trace of colonies or mining stations.
"The fleet is simply passing by here."
Yifeng felt baffled for the first time. Did he see a ghost?
The Fengyun-class battleship was cut smoothly, and the entire battleship was torn in half. The cut surface was so smooth that there was no bulge of any particle. All the members disappeared, and the torn clothes of the personnel remained. The cuts were also unimaginably sharp. The cloth was not so much cut in half as the molecules at the joints were disintegrated.
William observed the route seriously and used a mechanical arm to draw a line on the holographic map.
"If we judge from the subspace road, the opponent's next target is this large mining station. If we look at the real world, it will be this newly colonized world."
Two dotted lines flashed and flashed in the holographic projection, and the mechanical prosthesis played a little trick.
"We need to make a choice."
"Colonial World."
The world is more important. The People's Light sailed in non-stop, and finally found that nothing happened in the newly colonized small world, and the mining station also responded to Yifeng's call.
"Are they not as fast as us? No, when we drove in from the real world, we didn't encounter any enemies, so it should be subspace enemies heading towards the mining station."
"Teacher..." The correspondent was about to cry. He felt that the next message he read out, the division commander's murderous aura would instantly strangle his throat.
"Master...the Sixth Fortress World also suffered the same thing."
The correspondent did not dare to look at Yifeng's face. Xiaolan stood behind Yifeng, not knowing what to say.
"Xiaolan, Sixth Fortress world information report."
"The Sixth Fortress World is located on the fifth Earth-like planet satellite in the Sixth Defense Area of the Gulf of Damocles. It has a population of one billion, all of whom are warriors and their relatives. After the Comoros War, the current population should be around five billion military family members and about 160 million soldiers.”
"louder!"
"Equipped with a new star frigate battle group for cruising, with full base land combat weapons, and equipped with Kruger Behemoth auxiliary forces..."
"Xiaolan, I want you to attack that world. How long do you need and how many troops do you need?"
"A battle group, division commander, within five weeks."
"Don't brag here!"
Yifeng turned to look at the correspondent, "When did this happen?" "About sixteen Terra days ago."
Yifeng wiped out the holographic map of the planet in front of him with a slap.
"A bigger map." The map of the entire galaxy was wiped out by Yifeng again, "in the sub-sector."
This sub-star area contains more than twenty worlds, and Yifeng's eyes kept scanning above.
"Showing population data and planetary ecosystems."
"The opponent's target is biological creatures, so go to the place with the highest biological density and wait for them. The flagship main gun is preheating, and I need you to be in position at any time. The external armor repair activities are temporarily postponed, and the maintenance integrated machine is performing emergency sealing management."
No matter what it is, if it hurts humans, you must be prepared to fight the red torrent.
, ......
Old General Zahodek stared at Obilon boredly. As the most powerful, oldest and most distinguished general under the Storm King, it was really boring for him to do resource collection tasks.
The explosion of a supernova has been suppressed, and the power of the peak of the laws of physics is compressing it step by step. This is one of the raw materials for the Tsuka-class battleship. It is not cumbersome to obtain, but it is time-consuming.
"Obilon, we should give them some dignity and space to show themselves."
"Do you want me to have a duel with the prisoners?"
"Don't kill them, that's the bottom line."
Obilon...
Let's see what the guys in the fragile flying iron rod are capable of.
A spherical arena was erected. Metal walls suddenly appeared all around, like raised floors.
Under the random changes of the spacecraft, an area of great practical value and micro-topographic structure was formed. The dirty biomass would not be left on the metal bit by bit, and the flesh and blood would be sent in along the slight inclination of the ground. In the energy storage of the biological transformation gate.
A cage appeared out of thin air, and the mortals inside were shaken to the point of being unable to stand still, and their brains were in chaos.
This is a planet-level political commissar. After the Primaris warriors who were originally responsible for that poor world were killed in Comoros, he has been commanding the defense forces of the entire planet.
At this moment, although he couldn't even distinguish up, down, left, and right, he still held the chain sword tightly in his hand.
The political commissar's military cap was stained, so he stepped on it.
Honor is for the dead. He is still alive and the blade is still in his hand, so there is no need to care about that kind of thing.
Obilon was not interested in waiting for this weak creature to react. He began to attack in his weakest mode. His weapon - an ancient green light blade with a necromantic decomposition stance, cut even the wind when he waved it. broken.
The political commissar could only hear scattered sounds, but he knew that something big was going to happen soon. The conditioned reflex he had trained for a long time saved his life. In a dizzy state, he staggered back a few steps and used the random swing of his body to swing the chain saw. The sword barely formed a messy sword defense circle.
The old general regards all creatures as Necrontyrs, which means that the physiological differences between any creatures are ignored by the old general Zahedek. A thinner Necrontyr and a fatter one need to be divided into weight classes. Can't?
The political commissar only felt a strong force coming from him, and his right hand instantly lost consciousness. This heavy blow made his head sober, at least he could open his eyes and see clearly.
He staggered to the ground and turned his head to look at his right hand with difficulty. He completely lost consciousness but still grabbed the chain sword tightly.
The huge mechanical monster pressed towards him. Obilon raised the level of war difficulty, and his movements became swift and powerful. The terrifying giant blade in the political commissar's eyes was getting closer and closer to his chest.
Turning over, he dodged a vertical slash. When he was lucky, he felt a sharp pain in his feet.
The enemy's pointy mechanical feet pierced his ankles. The enemy was so huge that even if it was just a pointy point, his ankles had completely disappeared, leaving only two thin layers of flesh connected to the soles of his feet.
The political commissar made a prompt decision and cut off his own leg with a knife. The exhaustion caused by blood loss was eroding his brain.
"Who are you? A monster! Where have you brought me?"
"Your people are dead, traitors. Your resistance is weak and you dare to betray the king. This is your price." Obilon's voice was very loud, and it was shouted to the old general who was secretly observing. He always That's right.
The political commissar didn't even raise an eyebrow. The human language coming out of the opponent's metal "mask" was weird and absurd.
"Traitors of the Mechanicus, a new Skitarii experiment? Or an alien competition of glory?" The pain radiating from his body made every word squeezed out from the commissar's teeth vibrate, but he was still swinging his sword.
The chain sword was damaged at some point. There were very few single-molecule blades left, and only a few blade tips were still powerlessly cutting the opponent's metal body.
The political commissar stood there, assuming a posture with the middle door wide open.
Obilon thrust forward with a thrust, intending to turn this weak mortal into a skewer.
The most powerful warriors often have one thing in common. They regard whether their death is worth it as one of the criteria for judging their actions.
The political commissar had already dodged as fast as he could, and the spikes were still grazing his ribs and pierced into the side of his armpits, just inches away from his heart.
Obilon admitted that he had rarely encountered such a situation in such a long time.
It is not so much that the weapons of the undead are too powerful, but that the bodies of mortals are fragile.
The political commissar "leaned" on the undead sword inserted into his body, spinning towards Obilon's arms.
The blade that penetrated into the flesh and blood turned in a circle along the political commissar's flesh and blood, and the back, chest... under the political commissar's arms turned into charred bones, which were burned after his ribs leaned on the surface of the undead sword. Burnt look.
The chainsword spun, and Obilon waved the long needle of the other mechanical arm disdainfully, trying to stab the commissar to death before his broken chainsword could scratch his noble body.
The spinning political commissar suddenly stopped, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
His sudden stop caused the long needle to pierce through the middle of his chest.
"Death, heretic..." The spinning chain sword did not hit the active metal, but hit the long decomposition needle heavily. The direction was slightly deflected, and the political commissar used one foot to kick it with all his last strength. .....
The long needle penetrated the political commissar's body, taking the dead body with it, and pierced Obilon's own body.
Flesh and machinery are strung together.
Obilon could feel the dissatisfaction of the old general. He died here unexpectedly even though he said he would not kill anyone. He would be punished in a ritual way.
"next."
Obilon flicked the long needle, and the underworld scarab flew from a distance and covered his wound. The minor injury was repaired in a few seconds.
The call took several seconds longer than it expected.
In the distance, among the densely packed bunkers with raised metal floors, an adamantine warrior was running wildly.
Obilon shook his weapon and jumped behind the Primaris warriors.
"How sad, he thought he had taken a chance and escaped from the prison."
The position where Obilon flashes is very precise. No matter whether the warrior in front of him turns around to face the enemy or continues running, he cannot avoid his slashes. The simple energy backpack will definitely be cut into pieces.
One blow will make the opponent lose their combat effectiveness. This kind of "waste Necrontyr noble" will not be highly regarded by the old general. When the time comes, he will be killed in the name of exile.
The Primaris warrior's movements were slow for a moment, and his multi-line thinking gave him the only solution.
The undead blade slashed hard, and the heavy and clumsy adamantine warrior paused for a breath, and two long adamantine sword blades popped out of his backpack.
Obilon felt an obvious sense of stagnation, and immediately activated the highest level of combat mode, but it was still a little late. The adamantine warrior exerted great force, and the ejected adamantine blade was cut off, and he also escaped from the target. scope.
He was different from the mortal political commissar. Before he was locked in the time and space cage, he was fighting a group of active metal monsters that devoured the souls of living creatures.
Warp Hunter, a unit specially used to hunt biological energy.
The Primaris veteran turned around and swung a city-breaking power hammer with his backhand. Even the body of the Necron Overlord would suffer considerable damage from this hammer.
In the previous battle, the long-range weapons were exhausted, but it did not mean that he had no resistance. The heavy ion cannon hanging in his other hand could still be used.
The city-breaking hammer and the undead decomposing knife collided hard, and a ball power hammer was cut away, drew a straight trajectory in the air, and hit the opponent's waist. The force from his hand caused Obilon's pointed toes to scratch three inches deep on the ground.
The speed of the power decomposition needle and the plasma cannon competed. When Obilon realized that he was at a disadvantage, the light of transition enveloped him, keeping him away from the enemy's gun.
"Obilon, how can you be a good soldier by teleporting? You are in a one-on-one fight..."
The old general's order had to be obeyed. As a mechanical ascension race, the orders from superiors to subordinates were absolute. A faint red light shone on Obilon's chest. It was originally a powerful dark matter cannon, but because of the old general's no-kill order, He ran the energy in the opposite direction, allowing the surging power to spread to his nine limbs and bones.
The power of dark matter drives the active metal throughout his body, turning every inch of metal on his body into a power weapon.
The Primaris warrior on the opposite side held the last melee weapon, the combat dagger.
The huge plasma cannon hanging underneath and the small dagger in his hand looked so funny, but Obilon realized that he could not underestimate this guy.
He may be more difficult to deal with than the White Scar hunting master Corsaro (the captain of the White Scar's third company was not Primaris at the time, and he was only one move away from him)
The pure adamantine armor made the blade wielded by the Necron have a clear sense of stagnation, and the momentary obstruction was enough for the extraordinary warrior in front of him to react.
The plasma cannon fired a round, but Obilon dodged it by his suddenly raised body. He realized that he seemed a little overconfident and did not strip the enemy of his weapons before stuffing him from the time seal into the cage.
The battle between the two sides gradually became fierce. The powerful and heavy hammer blows not only caused dents, but a single hit could completely remove the weapon at any time.
Obilon used all his strength. He removed one of his thick "legs" and attached it to the power decomposition needle. This was his favorite war scythe.
The scythe was approaching the warrior's body bit by bit. The sharp tip had scratched the enemy's armor many times, and the deepest part may have touched the black carapace.
On the tactical helmet, the golden wings of the Skyhawk (adamantine eyelids) fell down, and Obilon's war scythe cut heavily into the energy storage plasma bottle of the plasma cannon. The blue electric light accompanied by the violent explosion drowned out the original. Forge the warrior's left arm.
The combat dagger was also inserted into the active metal. The sharp dagger struck Obilon's left shoulder. If he had been holding a power sword, it would have been able to split the elderly Zahedek servant in half.
The straight but thin knife mark was restored by the amazing self-healing ability of the active metal. Before the blade left the enemy's body, the knife mark above it had disappeared.
The plasma explosion caused huge losses to both sides. The Primaris warrior's right arm was hot and his reaction was obviously slowed down. A large part of Obilon's active metal close to the plasma disappeared.
"For the Emperor! Live up to the Emperor's kindness!"
The Primaris warriors roared their battle cries and charged towards Obilon.
Then... he dodged and disappeared after disappearing into the metal bunker on the side.
Obilon is worthy of being an experienced veteran. He slashes in two directions with two weapons while blocking the opponent's attack route.
The Primaris warrior's route is also very clear, going through the wall.
Isn’t that what the city-breaking power hammer is for?
The adamantine fist without even a combat dagger was grabbed at Obilon. His idea coincided with that of the political commissar. Your weapon is so easy to use (chapter tradition~~)
Obilon was not careless this time, he nailed the Primaris warrior's shoulder with one kick and inserted it through the last adamantine shoulder armor.
A bunch of miscellaneous machines were thrown at the Necron detector position, and the veteran took off his "weapon vest", which was his last weapon.
The pointed feet filled with dark matter power were pulled out from his shoulders, revealing a deep bloody hole.
The combat potion was exhausted in the last battle. At this time, the Primaris warrior had no fighting ability in the strict sense, but he stubbornly planned to pick up the fragments of the metal bunker, like picking up a brick at random, and wanted to throw it at He slapped Obilon on the forehead.
After the war so far, the old general felt that it was time to stop. Suddenly, the siren of the Tsuka-class battleship resounded throughout the "Pyramid", and the huge body of the People's Light appeared in the "brain" of the old general Zahedek.
Injured in Comoros, one side of the octahedron was cut open. Now the People's Light's stealth system is not very reliable, and Yifeng has never thought of relying on stealth for a surprise attack.
A psychic main cannon was used as a way of saying hello. There were so many survivors of the Savage Eldar that Yifeng was not afraid of directly fighting the Necron.
"Commander, do you want to open the door of the shipyard?"
"No need, this is not an opponent that can be defeated by sheer numbers. It's fine if the winner is still awake. Entrusting him with the driving seat must be quite safe." As he spoke, Yifeng had already pushed the engine lever to the end and drove the car. The battleship started maneuvering.
The entire Tsuka-class battleship experienced a huge shock, and both Obilon and Primaris warriors were knocked into the air.
The time-space locking defense mechanism helped the Necrons delay the terrifying bombardment of the People's Light main artillery.
Its operating principle is that when the battleship suddenly undergoes a huge change, it temporarily locks the area with time and space lock, and then slowly pours energy, using the repair function of active metal, to slowly be destroyed and repaired in the next few hours.
But the power of the People's Light's main gun was too great. This equipment changed the battleship from immediate death to watching the countdown to death.
The powerful spiritual energy even shattered the black stone's thickened reality barrier, constantly leaking into this world,
The old general took his time and sat down on the throne.
As one of the most powerful Necron dynasties, the Storm King had a lot of Star God fragmented weapons. The old general got the right to use a certain weapon, and slightly activated the power it sent, and the Primaris warriors died in an instant.
Not only that, except for those who were absorbed by the decoy device, the other prisoners completely lost their lives. An unknown force surrounded the entire battleship. Dark power flowed in the mysterious patterns in the battleship, canceling out the powerful psychic attacks.
Time-release weapons are still useful.
The old general stood up from the throne and said, "The person who came here is evil, call for support." Zahedek's superb strategic thinking rarely puts him at a disadvantage in combat power.
Several undead battleships suddenly appeared on the detector in front of Yifeng, and their inertial engines jumped directly into the surrounding space.
Macrocannons, light, and spears did minimal damage to them, and their attacks were unable to break through our shields for the time being.
"Yifeng, I'm ready, let's join the gang."
Kazanev arrived at the front command room at some unknown time and applied for an attack without any politeness.
"With a few hammers, the opponent's warship contains a large amount of black stone, and the Terminator's teleportation cannot be located at a precise enough location."
"This is not enough to make us retreat, we have enough means..."
The entire People's Light shook several times, and even the workers in the factory noticed it.
The two sides just passed each other, and the two close-in defense artillery exchanged a round of strikes. The losses on both sides were definitely not small.
"Kazaniv, this time you and the Adamantine Warriors will act together. If we really start a fight, we need a platform to delay the opponent's forces."
Although they can be resurrected infinitely, the number of soldiers is limited. Even if 10,000 rituals can resurrect infinitely, they cannot have 20,000 combat units at the same time.
"We only have one chance when it comes to a real fight, but until then..."
Yifeng ceremonially shouted to his opponent, "Who the hell dares to violate my boundaries?"