paranoianovel Chapter 271 Obel
Chapter 271 Obel
The People's Light circled the home planet of the nine battle groups, where the mountains and rivers were filled, all warehouses were full, and a large amount of supplies were suspended in the sky.
The Navy of the Fourth Legion came with more than 2,000 warships, and our coalition forces killed more than 1,000 of them (proud face)
It is a pity that most of the battleships have been chewed up. Under the conscious control of the technical sergeants, some incomprehensible devices of some ancient battleships have been retained.
This amount of supplies could not even be accommodated by the huge size of the People's Light, so after separating from the Evermark Mountains that Yifeng was aboard, the flagship ran to the orbit of other star systems, threw the supplies into the outer sky, and turned around. Just leave.
No, this is why people are still busy recycling this mess.
Yifeng needs a fleet, he needs it very much, even a flying coffin. Now is an unprecedented time.
In the Calixis sector, except for a small number of reconnaissance troops in the area where the Black Sun is located, and several defense gunboats on each planet, almost all battleships have been recruited by the regent to fight against the Blood Legion.
Similarly, the world around them was devastated, and the Fourth Legion's looting was "very humane". They looted almost all supplies, leaving only the minimum standard of food to feed the workers.
They advocate internal fighting among humans. The Fourth Legion does not need concubines, walking corpses or anything else. They only need humans to produce materials step by step, production with extreme efficiency. Therefore, they need stronger slaves. Who can grab them? More food means stronger slaves. The more "lucky" ones will be selected to be transformed into Astartes.
Perturabo's banishment came suddenly, and not long after the Iron Warriors turned some worlds into sub-infernos, the Fourth Legion was on the verge of complete defeat.
There are very few large-scale mobile battleships in the entire star field, which gives us a great opportunity. It's time to bring most of the region under our control, either explicitly or covertly.
The most important thing in the Calixis sector is undoubtedly the capital Cintila, which went through a bloody purge after being captured by the Iron Warriors. Then the counterattack fleet led by the Prince Regent drove the enemy back to the Black Sun and regained it. The second round of the Great Purge brought the population of the entire Reconquered World down to the threshold.
Yifeng still gives priority to heading to the agricultural world Obel Quill, which is located in the middle of the subspace channel between us and Sintila.
Bringing food with you can always gain some goodwill, this is the only way.
After the People's Light arrived at the agricultural world of Obel, a warship belonging to the Mortal Auxiliary Army of the Fourth Legion was suspended in the orbit of the galaxy. Strangely, there was no one above it.
"Give me my order and move closer. The People's Light will enter the orbit of the planet."
Our flagship passed the enemy warship, turned on the invisible light curtain and floated between the planet and the enemy ship, then maintained the frontal invisible light curtain, opened the rear one, and ate the enemy ship in one bite.
From the perspective of the people on Obel, the ship above simply disappeared out of thin air.
The Fengyun-class battleship sailed out of the building ship. Except for the emergency docking area, vigorous large-scale production was going on in other places around it. Various metal artifacts were constantly attached to the keel of the battleship that had been chewed away until only the fine gold skeleton was left.
"Commander, we are not in the empire's keel identification code."
"What does it matter? They don't have the ability to attack us. Move the ship over!"
A Fengyun-class battleship suddenly appeared in low-Earth orbit. It was the only "normal" battleship in Red Torrent that could move. Its appearance made nothing happen in Obel's world.
The population of Obel's world is so small that there are almost no settlements. You are lucky to meet a policeman, let alone organize a planetary defense force.
The reason for everything comes from Obel's mysterious legend. No one can live beyond the age of forty. Anyone over forty who lands on the planet will die of terminal illness within thirty-six years.
It sounds funny, but when this death restriction actually happens in this world, it brings endless silence.
When you are born, you know when you will die. Everything seems to be in order: birth, learning to shepherd, pay tithe, death, and being dragged to make corpse starch cubes.
Can Yifeng be afraid of this kind of legend? Primaris warriors wearing adamantine anti-psionic armor, can they be afraid of these things like yours? Is it okay to have all the magic and physical resistance stacked up?
The fine gold armor fell heavily on the prairie. After fighting hard in the yellow sand for many days, Astartes almost subconsciously wanted to take off his helmet and take a deep breath, but Yifeng forced him to stop.
There was only one family of herdsmen around, and they were so frightened that they got on the sheep cart and wanted to run away.
This world is a shepherd-type agricultural world, with few horses. Carts pulled by strong sheep are the main means of transportation, similar to ox-carts.
"Don't be afraid, we are the Astartes."
The herdsmen have never heard of the Astartes. They can only live 40 years. How much knowledge can they learn?
Yifeng's veins were twitching in his armor, "Stop, Imperial Interior Ministry Defense Force, someone has not paid the tithe tax!"
This sentence was finally understood by the herdsmen. Among the people in that household, a thirty-nine-year-old middle-aged man stood up. He looked at the barrel of a gun that was thicker than his arm, swallowed, and moved toward him tremblingly. Come this way.
"Sir, we paid the tithe. We paid it during the herdsmen's gathering."
The herdsmen here are too scattered, and there is no such thing as a nest city. Tax collection mainly relies on herdsmen gatherings. A group of herdsmen gathers every five years and is organized by the local "factory". They hold some products that only the empire can provide, and Locals exchanged wool and mutton, which were then sent to factories to be canned and handed over to the empire.
For the herdsmen, paying the tithe means losing a lot of rations, but they can get some other necessities of life. For example, the carts pulled by strong sheep now are the mutton they scraped together after starving for a month in the previous generation. Come.
"Really? You said you paid taxes? Tell me, where are the records? Who gave them to you? Where can I find them?"
Don't panic if you can't find the Defense Force or the Ministry of Justice on a planet. The Ministry of the Interior is definitely there.
"Sir, our family is innocent. I will guide you. Our family has paid taxes!" Upon hearing what Yifeng said, the "old" shepherd became anxious on the spot and greeted his family as if he were heroic. We need to bring the mighty sheep cart to carry the adults of the "Interior Ministry" to the only place where people live permanently.
Zhuang Xingyang: Pulling the fine gold armor, you really think highly of me.
After walking for a long time, Yifeng's troops really felt what it was like to run to death at Wangshan. A tall building was built on a hillside. It looked close to them from a distance, but in fact the winding creek was The river is more than ten meters wide, and the small hillside is actually seven or eight hundred meters high.
After experiencing a series of events such as the bridge being crushed by armor, the soldier almost falling into the mud at the bottom of the river, the old man writing a suicide note, etc., Yifeng finally climbed up the mountain.
It was really hard work. Some young people should have been picked up to board the People's Light at that time. Now our mortals are either children who are just starting to learn or "old people" over forty years old. No one drives a transport boat. The Chapter also has no vehicles that the Anti-Psychic Warframe Warriors can pilot...
Yifeng looked up and saw that this was the library, part-time Ministry of Interior records, part-time planet history museum, part-time crafts canteen.
They can only live forty years, but the glory of art and literature still shines on them.
There are those who will die one day after hearing the truth, and there are those who sacrifice their lives to write the peak of literature, and there are the explorers who return from hundreds of deaths to write geography with blood...
Here, Yifeng knew most of the things.
The Iron Warriors came and left with a lot of food, and the people here had to fish in the lake.
The local Ministry of Interior was not destroyed, and only they could effectively contact the shepherds scattered across the northern hemisphere. They made the difficult decision to hunt the herders.
All farmers and people over thirty-five who were unable to pay the tithe were hunted and sent to corpse starch processing factories in order to give young people a chance to survive.
That's why the "old man" standing next to Yifeng wrote a suicide note. He escaped the hunt by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but for the sake of his family, he came here to die now.
The "Ministry of the Interior" is also confused. They are not the official Ministry of the Interior of the empire. They are organized by the local planet itself. They can only think that they have heard of the Astartes and other forces on ships outside the orbit of the planet. The distinguished adults in luxurious clothes drunkenly told them about the Astartes' ships and how to entertain the Astartes after drinking the finest goat's milk wine.
They did so and were massacred.
"We are not the traitors of the Iron Warriors, we are from the Empire."
This can only be explained. Yifeng checked some important files and discovered some things.
The planet's southern hemisphere is not fully explored and contains dangerous xenos relics, labeled as suspected Eldar.
The most superficial exploration did not yield any useful information, but Yifeng was too familiar with the Spirit Tribe, and he would not miss any opportunity to fight against the Spirit Tribe.
After all, every time you meet them it means making a fortune.
"Well, are you really out of food? Can't you even make supplies?"
The middle-aged woman from the Ministry of Internal Affairs knelt down to Yifeng on the spot and kowtowed three times, "Sir, it's really gone. We can't even eat. My family has been eating weed roots for three days."
"I understand, can you call for a transport ship? Are there any transport ships in Obel's world?"
When she heard about the transport boat, the lady became even more panicked. She didn't say anything and just kowtowed.
She has a headache, and so does Yifeng. You really don't know how to deal with the Astartes, and you don't even know how you deal with other imperial forces.
"I still have some food on my battleship. I'll send you some."
"Besides," Yifeng pointed at himself, "Do you want us to walk to the Southern Hemisphere? Let the transport boat deliver us!"
Just like that, Yifeng got on the mutton cargo transport boat and lay flat on the cargo warehouse deck with several other soldiers.
The main reason is not to lie down, for fear that the deck will be crushed by the armor.
Then......
Anos said, Yifeng, if you don't go to Langjuxu for a while, your intelligence will plummet. This armor is indeed very heavy, and the anti-gravity motorcycle cannot carry you, but...
Several space manta rays floated down from the sky, carrying the soldiers on their backs and walking away... gone...
When we arrived at the place, the relics of the Eldar tribe were scattered in a large rocky beach. White bone-like rocks formed a large rock area, with only sparse weeds growing tenaciously from the cracks in the rocks.
There are only a few herders here, and herds of wild goats.
The Eldar ruins are scattered among the huge rocks in the mountains. There are often reports of Eldar sightings, but the empire has never managed them.
"There are no witnesses, they all died of old age."
"At least there are witnesses, indicating that it is not the Dark Eldar."
"Go forward and see what we can find. Within two weeks, if there is no news, we will go back and deal with this matter later."
The soldier on the side transmitted a photo over the communication channel, which showed a known map of the surrounding environment.
"There is a ruins nine kilometers ahead. The explorers discovered a cave with some carved and broken carved stone tablets."
“Is the map full of them?”
"No, there's still a lot of blank space."
"That's good, head towards the empty area. It seems that the enemy did not let the mortals who accidentally entered it leave their territory. Otherwise, we can only bet on which explorer was blind and did not see clearly among a lot of known ruins. It’s a secret agency.”
Space manta rays float around and above them. These maintenance machines cannot be too far away from the People's Light and cannot accompany Yifeng and the others underground.
Yifeng did not cover up their actions, and big psykers like the Eldar would feel extremely uncomfortable if they were close to the anti-psionic armor and discovered them.
The soldiers carefully searched every crack in the rocks and finally found some traces on the sixth day.
"It looks like a passage."
"Judging from the size, it fits the slender body shape of the Eldar."
"Then go in." Yifeng pulled out the Cross Sword of the Necrons, and the Eldar below had already entered a state of emergency.
The airdrop pod fell, accompanied by the enthusiastic hearts of the Angels of Dawn. After these guys could not spread the news of victory that "represented the coming of dawn", they became irritable and easy to move, always looking for something to do to distract their attention.
In the small cave, Yifeng cautiously stepped forward. If a trap appeared in this small gap, it would be fatal to them.
He was right and wrong, there were indeed traps here, but they were psychic.
The two Eldar guards suddenly felt nauseated. They looked at each other and pulled out the daggers from their waists, then slightly poked their heads out.
The pointed ears moved slightly, as if something was coming.
A guard gently stroked the jade pendant hanging on his waist. To his surprise, the usual burning sensation did not come. The jade pendant was icy cold and shattered after Yifeng fell another step.
The sound of broken jade reached the ears of both parties. Yifeng's speed suddenly accelerated, and the sound of footsteps was no longer concealed. One guard quickly came to the side of the door to hide, while the other walked towards the door with light steps. Run inside.
There is a gate ahead.
Yifeng was not interested in playing a decryption game with the Spirit Clan, so he stepped up and kicked the door. To his surprise, the door was kicked into pieces.
The spirit bones were shattered on the ground. Just as Yifeng's body leaned into the door, a dagger struck like lightning. Yifeng tilted his body, and a long spark flew on the fine gold armor.
In the close confrontation, Yifeng's fists were more effective than the cross sword. His strong fingers grasped the enemy's wrist, and then slammed the enemy against the stone wall.
The enemy was knocked dizzy, the strong anti-psionic power made him weak, and the sharp blade mercilessly cut his throat.
The good news is that his soul will not be consumed by Slaanesh.
Even if it disappears, the soul stone will not return.
The untouchable bones in Yifeng's body tore his soul into pieces and completely absorbed it.
The cross sword slashed through the air, and drops of blood dripped from it.
Looking at the corpse carefully, the Eldar here are completely different from those that Yifeng has seen before, including Elusia. Their ears are bigger and pointed, and they have obvious muscles on their bodies, more like muscles like Astartes. He was a strong man, and his equipment was very rudimentary. Apart from the dagger, he had few metals on his body. They were all made of unknown fabrics and decorated with fur.
"What are they, specialized power warriors of the Eldar?"
Yifeng strode forward, everything around him was brutally torn apart, and a high-pitched whistle filled his auditory system.
"Wild Spirit Clan? Angels, be careful."
"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!"
After Yifeng finished speaking, the Angels of Dawn behind them had already rushed out. After putting down their paintbrushes, the handsome guys didn't care who the enemy was. They rushed into the enemy's lair like blood drinkers or flesh tearers.
Armors larger than Terminators crowded around in the passage, and then rushed into an open field.
It looks like a village here, with bright spherical lights hanging in the huge underground cave, like cold moonlight shining on the cobblestone ground.
Before Yifeng could carefully observe the surrounding situation, rainy arrows were shot out from various dark stone caves. The black blades with a strange cold light automatically aimed at the warriors.
But when the arrows approached the Angels of Dawn, the automatic navigation lost its function. They flew along the normal inertia, and some hit the armor heavily, leaving many scratches and small pits.
In order to break through the adamantine armor, even the extremely advanced Eldar Eldar would need medium and large turrets. Even if they were not good enough, they would have to be like a fighting master, carrying a sword as high as the Eldar to attack.
The Primaris warriors responded with bursts of cannon fire and furious fire.
"Come out and face me! Cowards hiding behind rocks!"
For this wild spirit tribe, a group of big red-armored monsters entered their home, shouted at them, and used powerful weapons to destroy their home, which had survived for thousands of years.
Some hot-blooded "young men" couldn't bear it any longer. They held spears and rushed towards the Astartes, but halfway through, they were crushed by intensive artillery fire.
Angels of the Dawn, like all Sons of Sanguinius, prefer melee combat with swords, so... empty the magazines and gun bays first.
.......
The intelligence officer uses his amazing jumping power and incredibly soft body to make movements that defy mechanics in the air, experiencing only minimal air resistance in every direction.
He jumped quickly between the rocks, passing through one settlement after another like a rabbit, until he arrived outside the residence of the most powerful and respected old man in the ethnic group.
"Stop, where old man Lingjing lives." (Barbarian Spirit Clan language)
"A powerful enemy has invaded! We need guidance."
The two elite guards looked at each other, and the crystal behind them suddenly lit up, a deep red color accompanied by a wail-like psychic chirp as a warning.
"Let him in."
Old Man Lingjing pretended to be calm, and there was no prophecy, so he was probably just an ordinary enemy.
It was also the first time for the intelligence officer to enter here. After passing through the ten-meter-long passage, a cave came into view. A huge stone tablet stood in the middle of the cave, surrounded by a circle of various sacred objects, dug into the cave wall. Small holes emerged containing the relics of the most powerful warrior of the past.
"Come up."
The intelligence officer looked up and saw a huge ring-shaped object above, the "Fateful Echo" made by the Eldar, the resting place of the soul in the soul stone.
The stone tablet and "Echo of Fate" are connected together. The connection point is a simple pavilion (designed with air leakage on all sides). There is a futon in the middle, and the old man Lingjing is sitting on it.
The intelligence officer jumped in front of the old man, knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at the old man.
"Great Prophet, we are under attack."
"Did those monkeys send troops to attack us?"
"No, they are bigger, taller than us, with hard armor and huge bodies. Penetrating arrows cannot break through their defenses. We don't know how many there are in them, but...but the detection gem It shows that there are many, many black holes around us."
The Spirit Clan known as Old Man Lingjing slowly got up, took out a scepter from behind, and said to the intelligence officer: "Don't be afraid, let the guards gather and dispatch, try your best to stop the enemy in the blue ring. Outside. I need some time to prepare."
"Order."
The intelligence officer ran towards each gathering place as fast as possible. His feet were almost shattered by the black and slippery cave wall, and his bones were overwhelmed by the extreme running.
The old man relaxed the wrinkles on his forehead slightly, and the heroic spirit between his brows was covered by the heavy breath of death. The old man waved his scepter and danced a mysterious sacrificial dance on the top of the stone tablet, below the place where the souls of the ancestors of all generations rest. .
What happens if you don’t enter the prophecy state?
He murmured to himself that his Eldar clan had been exiled here for countless years. The stone tablet below was actually a huge webway gate. If you smash it, you will see a completely blocked webway.
The Eldar limit them in such a way that their lifespan, or soul, will be irreversibly absorbed by the "Fateful Echo" respected by everyone, and their lifespan is only half that of the normal Eldar.
In human terms, that would be forty years old.
This is effective for all psychic creatures. In this way, the Eldar punish the traitors, atone for their sins in endless torture, and they cannot leave until the energy in the "Fateful Echo" is overflowing.
However, no one told them what meant the end of punishment, and no one told them that the glory of the Eldar Tribe had long since ceased.
No one will ever remove the blocked network channel again and tell them that you are free.
The old man stopped dancing and looked up doubtfully at the snow-white resting place of his soul.
"There's none?"