paranoianovel Chapter 231 We are a trade fleet, trade.
Chapter 231 We are a trade fleet, trade.
So far, although both sides have been seriously injured in the battle, it has not ended yet. If possible, Tiberos will kill the guy at his feet without mercy.
The real situation is that the circuits of Tiberos' power armor were severely damaged. Kazanev's claw attack did not damage his flesh and blood, but it actually caused damage to the armor.
After falling into a violent state, he fought against Kazanev with the Terminator Armor, which was intermittently powered, but when he woke up, he found that he could not move.
Isn't this over? It would be more respectable for me to say stop.
The injury to the mad wolf lying below was even more serious. The lightning power claw seemed to have only pierced his shoulder armor, but in fact it had burned a lot of his flesh and blood. The power of the lightning claw was not just about tearing armor. If a mortal was hit by it, With one claw, if he can leave a skeleton, he is considered a tough guy.
As for psychologically...
Kazanev was a little depressed. How could his claws be so powerful? He could even slice open my Iron Cavalry Terminator with one claw. I have to figure out how to get one too.
The two sides pulled apart, and Kazanev was seriously injured. Yifeng took up the ion storm and fired a burst at the wall behind him. More than a dozen ion bullets instantly destroyed the wall. Behind the room, several soldiers of the 13th Company He was sitting behind the storm shield, slightly tilting his head to look this way.
"Pharmacist, come here."
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In the People's Light, the last man-eating shark warrior was killed. Our loudspeakers were almost broken. The two war groups had reached a reconciliation, but the man-eating shark warrior never responded.
After he fell into a unique violent state, he didn't say a word, only silence and crazy killing, and was finally killed by the ion storm.
Looking at the mess around him, Xiaolan silently glanced at Baars beside him. Think Tank shook his head and spread his hands, "You can ask the Chapter Leader to ask for something."
As soon as the call came to Yifeng, our chapter leader stopped Tiberius on the spot.
Taboros was leaving the battlefield "with the support of his brothers" and was preparing to contact the technical sergeant to discuss what to do with this machine soul that attacked the cruiser.
"We will keep our word, but the hatred between us has not gone away."
"I know, how about a deal?"
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Taboros was stunned for a moment, why don't you take a look at the current situation?
"There is no trust between us and we refuse to deal."
"Don't you think about your current situation? You have suffered heavy losses."
Tiberos turned around and was about to fight with the Primaris Chapter Leader in front of him. We are a group of sharks, not shark eagles.
"Blood will flow around your bodies."
"That ship is called the People's Light."
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Taboros stopped and motioned for you to continue.
"Red Tax, I believe you can solve it yourself. What you lack is battle armor. Just so we have it." The Man-Eating Shark Chapter has everything and lacks everything. The weapons in their hands are all of high quality from the Great Expedition period. Excellent product, but insufficient quantity.
The technical sergeant of Man-Eating Shark connected the communication here. The communication officer raised his hand and motioned for Yifeng to continue.
"We have five hundred pairs of Mark VII armor. How about it? Are you interested?" Since we started manufacturing Primaris warriors, the Mark VII power armor has been gathering dust in the warehouse. It's not a problem at all, so we sold it quickly.
"Five hundred pairs?" The man-eating shark was doubtful. Did you capture half of the group in one breath?
"There are not many supporting weapons, but we can provide bolters. I also have a lot of this weapon. How about it? Are you interested?" We have not built a bolter production line, because it is more important that the materials are used for construction. 's ship.
"If you don't mind, I just killed a group of aliens. You can take a look at those things and use them to trade with the Adeptus Mechanicus. They should be willing to discuss the specific details of the gray tax with you."
The Man-Eating Shark is still discussing the matter of five hundred battle armors.
They don't care about the holy scriptures, they can create as many people as they can. With these five hundred armors, they are five hundred man-eating sharks. Each person can bring two new soldiers, and their combat power has soared.
Taboros didn't know what he said. He seemed to scold others in the internal channel, and a Terminator veteran left the field angrily.
"What do you want?"
"Anything can be used, including explosive weapons, heretical creations, resource point information, equipment manufacturing methods, and the history of the war group can be sold to us as information."
Yifeng looked at Kazaniv who was doing emergency rescue, nodded, and added: "Your 'hunger' and 'thirst quenching' methods can also be used."
"No, we don't need your things, just leave." Suddenly, a big man-eating shark rushed in. He was wearing Mark III power armor and yelled at Yifeng.
"Stand down," Taboros was led away slowly by his brothers, and he said to Yifeng, "We need to discuss internally, and we will talk about it later in Terra."
There are many ideas within the Man-Eating Shark. Many people advocate that after obtaining 500 battle armors, they can directly let the "new recruits" put them on and raid the huge battleship. Others advocated retreating and waiting for an opportunity to retaliate and raid Red Flood's supply troops.
In short, just one sentence, I can't swallow this breath, I have to steal his money.
Tiberos raised his head and drank a small bottle of potion, then put on another, older suit of armor and walked out of the room. The discussion in the Shark Council Hall was still going on, and it became even more brutal. The two sides were at odds and had to fight to decide the outcome.
The entire venue was filled with the smell of blood and the sound of grinding teeth.
"We make this deal."
The entire venue suddenly fell silent, and everyone turned to look at Taboros. Since he said it so "certainly", unless you can beat him, this is the final conclusion.
After a while, Yifeng's scalp became numb.
I know that you, the man-eating shark, are the oldest group of warriors, but you are too ancient.
The Red Torrent took on 500 pairs of Mark VII power armor, 300 bolters and 600 boxes of explosive bombs, four Land Speeders, and even two Roscoe ground vehicles with shield systems. Sweeper.
There are two things in exchange, one is a map outside the Milky Way, the result of the exploration of the Man-Eating Shark Group for eleven thousand years. Due to the bet between the two parties, they have to stay away from this red torrent territory, so they will A map of the area was given to Yifeng.
The second thing is called the Flying Blade super-heavy tank. It is a variant of the Cruel Blade. It is as powerful as it. The main gun is a deflagration mortar.
Note that although it is called deflagration, it is not a flamethrower. It is a ray weapon. Its armor-breaking ability is slightly lower than that of melt, but its range is considered "medium range". Any organic matter that touches it will be incinerated.
In the past 10,000 years, one and every one of the explosive weapons has broken down, making them extremely precious. Caul had only recently completed reverse engineering and re-equipped the weapon with a simpler deflagration gun.
But the Flying Blade super-heavy tank equipped with a deflagration mortar cannot even be thought of, let alone manufacturing.
Yifeng looked at the ancient weapon in front of him, which was placed in the highest sacred room in the original battle group, and turned to stare at Tiberos.
"I'm not curious about where it came from, I'm curious about why you would trade it."
Isn't it a Trojan horse incident? How many of you are hiding inside, and when we move the tank back, there will be a mass killing and the People's Light will be damaged?
"哐~哐~哐~"
Next to me, Technical Sergeant Enke greeted me with three dings. Omnissiah is on top. I am the happiest person in the galaxy.
The Man-Eating Shark Chapter actually calculated for a long time. They felt that five hundred large sharks and one thousand small sharks seemed to do much more work than this tank... because they also did not lack the same Type of super city-breaking weapon...
Yifeng looked up to the sky and sighed, is there any more Wangfa! ! !
The talks between the two war groups took a lot of time. Under the command of the trade fleet, the Ambition-class cruiser group took the lead and headed to the next world.
Another outpost world of House Caliman was attacked by us, ugh, recovered.
Their resistance was very resolute, and our battle group of more than thirty battleships was caught in a bombardment with extra-galactic defense facilities.
Nian Cijin saw a large number of unfinished facilities, which must be the Mechanicum assisting the Kaliman family in urgently strengthening their defense deployment.
The enemy's main fleet took advantage of our focus on galaxy defense and rushed out from the side. The dozen or so fireships and the dozen or so capital ships from other vassal families began to disrupt our front, and a large number of armed cargo ships Attacked our tail ship from subspace.
There is a steel defense line in front and a sea of battleships behind. In the eyes of the Kaliman family, the trade fleet is already within their grasp. These battleships in front of them are the main fleet of the enemy, and there are at most a few frigates for the logistics supply line.
In the first and final battle, the Caliman family put everything on the line. The head of the family came to the battlefield in person. No matter what, these battleships must be taken back, otherwise the power of the entire family will shrink to a disgrace.
Nian Cijin asked Yifeng for help, but the Kaliman family hired a great psyker to cast chaos spells, triggering a fixed-point subspace storm and killing a large number of astropaths.
The splendid space palace, the space base of the Caliman family, is floating near the star. Years of luxurious activities have made the machine soul of this enhanced version of the cruiser full of arrogance. The surrounding ships will be inexplicably expelled in disguise.
At this moment, a grand banquet is going on here. This is a political event. The organizer, the Kaliman family, wants all the diplomatic ambassadors to know one thing clearly. They are nothing more than fish that have landed. In Kaliman, Facing the powerful power of the Man family, the enemy has only one outcome, and that is failure.
There was a banquet where the ambassadors from all the parties consolidated their relationships and talked in twos and threes.
The super-large stage in the center of the banquet has been removed and turned into a huge holographic screen, which is constantly deducing the direction of the war.
The head of the Caliman family proudly held a wine glass and talked in front of various diplomatic envoys, talking about the damn enemy who had stolen their family's ship. He was grateful to the families who sent troops to help, and he would be grateful in the future.
For those families that have not yet sent troops, the head of the Caliman family went up to toast symbolically. Every time the battle situation changed, for example, the enemy retreated or one of the enemy's ships was destroyed, he would walk confidently and look provocatively at the people who were fighting. The people on the fence who are waiting and watching.
The trade fleet was struggling to hold on and kept shrinking its defense lines. From the outside, it looked like it was being beaten helplessly.
The presence of so many special envoys at the banquet actually shows the strong diplomatic background of the Kalliman family. If there are only three diplomatic envoys present, then they may secretly discuss whether to add insult to injury and divide the inheritance of the Kalliman family. There are thirty of them present. Envoys, they will consider whether to join this vortex of disputes. If there are three hundred envoys from all parties present, they will consider when to join the war, whether to provide help in times of trouble and be the main force, or to send out symbolic troops as the icing on the cake.
Now, waiting to see what happens has been tacitly regarded as being in trouble with the Calliman family, and sending troops means not being an enemy of the Calliman family.
As another trade fleet cruiser burned out of control, those who were watching from the sidelines made up their minds and led their family forces to come to support. The new batch of forces joined the battlefield, making the trade fleet's situation even more difficult.
Nian Cijin split open an enemy's head with his sword, pulled the trigger with his left hand, and killed a team of cyborgs in front of him in a few strokes.
This group of mortals and Skitarii dared to join the Astartes' warships, which was outrageous.
"Is there no news yet from the main fleet?"
"The Think Tank is trying to make contact, but...his psychic powers can't find the People's Light."
That's the only bad thing about the mothership. When the hidden attribute points are full, no one can find it.
"Hold on, brothers, the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. This time we have a big bite."
In the cabin, even the ordinary crew members joined the anti-jump gang, taking up arms and fighting bloody battles with the enemy. The enemy was a warrior who walked on the edge of death all year round. The rogue trader troops licked blood at the edge of their swords, and they fought very ferociously.
Fortunately, the trade fleet has one characteristic: wealth, the kind of wealth with enough weapons.
Everyone in the banquet hall saw people constantly jumping into the so-called enemy ships, but there was very little information that the enemy ships were captured.
These envoys winked one after another, took the wine glasses and went to the table of the head of the Caliman family.
"Dear Caliman Family Master, everyone in the special gang-hopping force of our Haras family has undergone the most professional biochemical transformation. It is easy for them to seize enemy warships."
"Master Caliman, the troops mentioned by the Halas family are just a bunch of ragtag people. Our Skitarii of the Sirik Mechanicus have the most sophisticated weapons. You know that our melta weapons are the most reliable. Yes, it can definitely break through the enemy's defense line."
"The supreme head of the Caliman family, I am a Messianic mercenary. The troops they call have battles with us. We lose more and win less. We will tell by our record."
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This group of special envoys quarreled without moral integrity in front of the family head, patting their chests to ensure the strength of their family's gang members.
Eventually, the dispute turned into a competition. After all, there were more than thirty enemy ships, and they bet on who could take down the enemy ship first to please the Caliman family.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the enemy is already a grasshopper after autumn, and it can't even hop around for a few seconds.
Another subspace rift opened, and there was no fleet looking back. It must be that big force coming to support the Caliman family again.
In an instant, all the ships lost their void shields, and the machine souls that had jumped to Cangdu were instantly killed. The assault cabin passed over the trade fleet and set off towards the boundless universe.
The huge body of the People's Light entered the battlefield, and the battlefield ahead was silent.
Yifeng is in a good mood now, so he surrenders without killing.
The Caliman family mothership at the farthest side barely escaped the disaster, and the machine soul did not die. The void shield shook and overloaded, and the hot ion wind rolled up turned the Mechanicus personnel on duty into a ball of black smoke.
But for the people in the banquet hall, the battleship suddenly lost power and the big screen was turned off instantly. Fortunately, the surrounding decorative lights were still on, which reassured everyone that the Caliman family was going to hold the next stage of the banquet. .
A certain family head angrily questioned the person in charge through the secret microphone, and said loudly to the people in the banquet hall: "Everyone, let's have some sideshows. I will be the banker. Let's bet on how long it will take for the enemy fleet to be completely destroyed." Rout.”
"Master Caliman is very interested. I will give you a defender's ring. This thing can activate a small psychic shield. After it is used up, just ask the psychic to inject psychic energy. It is a good product for self-defense. Just bet six Terras. Time." A chubby old man took off a crystal clear crystal ring from his withered hand and held it high.
He immediately realized that this was not a gamble. If the battle was guaranteed to win, it was a tribute, giving various forces a reason to befriend the Caliman family. Caliman would even come with these gifts in the future. It is also possible to determine the contribution of various forces in this operation.
"I sent out a team of Kass 6-type protective mechs. According to my calculations, the enemy will not be able to last for three Terrasas." The representative of the Mechanicus wanted to continue, but suddenly found that he could not contact the firepower ship, so he started Debugging equipment and appeasing the machine spirit of communication equipment.
"I present this scepter. The gem on it is the unique Tears of the Star Cluster, the only one in the entire galaxy." A tall woman spoke. There were always some strange items in the homes of Rogue Traders.
"Just bet on ten Terra hours."
"Master Caliman, if you allow my guards to dispatch, they will be able to kill the opponent within three Terra hours." The mercenary leader, who was half mechanized, raised his enhanced mechanical limbs high, showing off his power.
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The head of the Kaliman family smiled and chatted with everyone while asking the technicians to restore the big screen at all costs.
As time passed, more and more guests became silent. They were arranging their hair, stroking the bracelets on their wrists, or lightly pursed their lips.
Without exception, they were all debugging their communication equipment and could not contact their own troops.
Gradually some people resigned, some had excuses to go to the toilet, some hugged Meiji and left with a smile, some had excuses to mobilize their bodyguards to join the battle...
Half a terra passed, and after the number of people in the banquet hall dropped by one-third, someone finally started to complain in the chat, "Hey, look, the Kalis Mechanicus is not good. The communicator they sold me, Something goes wrong every now and then." A rogue trader was playing with a small mechanical creation and said to the big man next to him with a grimace.
"Oh, brother Ruifu, is there something wrong with your communication system?" The big man was a straight-tempered man, and it was these words that made everyone present realize something was wrong.
"Head of the Caliman family, what do you mean? Why have you blocked our communications?" came a sharp female voice. The power behind her was powerful. She came here just for a ceremony and was not afraid of the Caliman family.
As she spoke, everyone responded and questioned the head of the family in front of them.
"Everyone, everyone, be quiet and listen to me!"
The last word was played out through a loudspeaker, which served as a quiet space.
"Everyone, I have not activated the signal jammer. We, the Caliman family, are inviting you here this time. Our only purpose is to defeat the enemy. I swear by my loyalty to the emperor that there is absolutely no other conspiracy." The head of the Caliman family. I am also confused. The technician said that the warship has been completely "restarted" and is using the bird servant observation again. Why has it been so long and there is no response?
"What about the others? Why didn't any of those who left come back?"
The big man looked at the Rogue Trader named Ruifu, "Of all the people who left, you are the only one who is back. What's going on?"
The eyes of several people around turned to Ruifu. Their hands gracefully went deep into their arms, their bodies turned slightly, and they looked at Ruifu with vigilant expressions.
"How would I know? I just went to the toilet normally..." This was the first time that so many big guys were staring at Ruifu, and he was sweating coldly.
"Okay, okay. I've told the maintenance team to check it out. We'll know what's going on soon."
"Does it take a while? You know now."
"Everyone, the maintenance team has responded. They have found the cause of the problem..." The head of the Kaliman family was halfway through speaking when he suddenly realized that the sentence did not come from the hidden headset.
The surrounding guests looked around in panic, not daring to move.
Behind the big screen, a tall Primaris Astartes slowly spun out, carrying a skeleton shield on his back, holding an ion pistol and a chain sword in his hands, standing majestically on the highest platform.
The various forces wanted to escape, but found a red-armored Astartes standing at the four entrances and exits.
"Damn it, damn it, I shouldn't be greedy, just let my cousin do this kind of thing." Ruifu muttered softly, sweat soaking his expensive dress.
Several "humans" close to Yifeng trembled and covered their chests, staggering back. Their anti-psionic power was unreasonably powerful.
The head of the Caliman family walked up to the high platform angrily and loudly questioned the Astartes who suddenly appeared, "Which chapter do you belong to? We have not received a report inviting you."
"No? It seems not. You really didn't tell me that such a grand welcome ceremony was held in this galaxy."
The head of the family felt a chill in his heart, and other speculations about ruthless annihilation, the last option that appeared, filled his mind.
"finished?"
"You think it's that simple?"
"I am loyal. Our family has been opening up territories for the emperor for eleven thousand years. We, we..."
"You have attacked us, another loyal imperial force. Now, I have five Chapter Masters, the Lamenters Chapter, the Storm Will Chapter, the Shadowblade Chapter, the Green Templar Chapter, and the Crimson Torrent Chapter. , according to the ancient agreement, we will launch a trial against you on behalf of the Tribunal."