paranoianovel Chapter 115 Survivor, you would have boarded a pirate ship when you met me.
Chapter 115 Survivor, you would have boarded a pirate ship when you met me.
The Adeptus Mechanicus did not raise prices randomly. This was not an unsupervised place like the Temporary Peace Star Territory. The Ministry of Military Affairs kept statistics on their output and the imperial supplies they received. Only things that exceeded the ordinary supply requirements would make a big deal.
It is part of the Mechanicum's duty to repair the power armor for the Astartes, and it is included in the "general supplies of the empire."
Is the war group official? The officials from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who just left are here to hand out the award letters. They must provide help in times of need. Wouldn't it be the icing on the cake after they become a formal fighting group? Wouldn't it be as effective as it is now?
The technical sergeant didn't even think about it for a moment. What? I'm going to ask a lot of money and wait for you to pay back the money, and you just agree to it?
Damn, am I asking too high a price? Really, if I had known better, I would have been more greedy.
The technical sergeant personally inspected these power armors and found that the quality was very good, comparable to the exquisite power armor made by Salamander.
However, some things still cost a lot of money, including a large number of Mark X power armors and several pairs of heavy armors.
There are also a few newly released Thunder Eagles, which are the main vehicles for launching Astartes to the planet...not important in our poor warband.
Heavy armor is the Terminator armor that matches Primaris warriors. It is the same as those old gadgets. It can be made, but it is small in quantity and expensive.
There are not many strategic weapons of this kind in stock here. Whether the Adeptus Mechanicus has a skitarii that can wear this thing, there is little point in keeping them.
The technology used for exchange is Anos's unique skill. He has not been free of charge these years. He has never been allowed to go to the battlefield. He has more time and less time.
Since they were all in stock, the Red Torrent Chapter set off immediately after the supplies were completed, officially starting the life of a great pirate.
The Lamenters stood guard over the remains of the Kork Orcs, watching the big psychic beast growl feebly as it grew weaker and weaker.
The two greenskins were imprisoned as "prisoners", and the war group also accepted the "specialties from all over the galaxy" thrown from the subspace rifts that were opened at regular intervals.
The Lamenters reluctantly guard the secrets here while they rest and recuperate.
They really need to rest for a while and restore the number of warriors. They have been fighting for too long.
The Dawn Light in the orbit of the planet is the hope of their war group.
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A Shadow Bee fighter plane sailed in the universe. They had never been to this galaxy. They passed through the worthless Far Sun planet and passed several gaseous planets where mining stations were completely destroyed. The soldiers moved towards a suspected human world.
The debris and debris floating in the universe are a great test for the piloting skills of the warriors, and there was obviously a fierce battle going on around them.
The Chapter has no restrictions and must stay in the Segmentum Obscurus. The warriors on the Shadowflies are constantly exploring new worlds, following the routes of the warp lanes rather than the real world.
Fortunately, the Obscure Star Territory has not yet emerged here. Unfortunately, the world here has been destroyed.
Before approaching the planet, the birdserver detected a large amount of radiation left over from the war. When it approached the planet, the macro-level attack signal that was about to explode the display surprised the soldiers.
Was this place subjected to two rounds of extermination order-level orbital bombing?
At this moment, a distress signal came from the underground of the planet.
Yifeng was enjoying himself and looking at his long-lost old friend, the Land Speeder that he hadn't seen for a long time. The first batch of self-produced weapons and equipment made him very happy.
The sons of Jaghatai Khan are indispensable for close-air combat. From now on, the Astartes will join the battle for air supremacy, and the enemy will feel what it means to be terrified.
Although the Land Speeder is a Typhoon type, it doesn't matter, just be fast. The same goes for having the co-pilot burst with a bolter.
The Land Raider parked quietly on the edge, and the arrival of several Raiders finally freed the Astartes from crowding into the small turret of the Emperor's Baneblade.
Tank formations have command tanks.
An Emperor's Baneblade tank is enough to equip an infantry regiment of two to three thousand people and become the backbone of the regiment. If calculated based on this calculation, the Emperor's Baneblade of the Crimson Torrent Chapter is enough to equip three hundred thousand Atris stars. Border Army.
Forming an armored regiment is too exaggerated. Almost no one would be crazy enough to use all super-heavy tanks to form an armored regiment for advancement.
Generally speaking, it is a mixture of one or several Emperor Baneblades combined with a large number of Leman Russ tanks.
As for Yifeng... there is a mix of Land Raiders and Emperor's Baneblades. Although there is no Cruel Blade, there are Titans and Psychic Dreadnoughts...
Armageddon's Iron Legion felt their scalps go numb after seeing it.
The Crimson Torrent Chapter is good at using large numbers to defeat small groups in local areas. They cut the battlefield with White Scars and Sons of the Luna Wolf, allowing the Iron Hands and Imperial Fist to use firepower to annihilate small groups of separated enemies.
He opened the map made by his own army, most of which were drawn according to the subspace routes. Just when Yifeng was about to choose a destination, a brand new mark lit up from the map.
"Huh? Fresh! This is it." After Yifeng divided his troops, there were only about forty people left. The current combat power was not enough to carry out a fierce battle, but it was still possible to go to the ruins to see the situation.
If you can pick up some broken vehicles, weapons, etc., it would be a good idea to take them back and repair them.
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On the desolate land, the ruins of collapsed buildings are shocking. Ruins are everywhere. Large craters with a diameter of dozens of kilometers can be seen everywhere on the planet.
No, it can’t be said to be visible, because the entire planet is filled with thick smoke and dust. After bombardment by macro-level weapons, countless materials on the planet are broken into powder and raised into the sky. A few nuclear explosion weapons scatter radioactive elements throughout the planet. , mixed with smoke and dust and storms sweeping across the world, reducing visibility to within ten meters.
Even the Astartes' advanced tactical detection equipment cannot see too far in this environment.
The survival signal came from the underground of the hive city. The collapsed magnificent buildings represented the pinnacle of human power and witnessed the failure of human beings in this world.
A small group of Astartes arrived on top of the ruins. Visibility was very low. After taking a few steps, the warriors could not see the transport boat that dropped them.
These are elite reconnaissance teams. Different from the recruits of the 10th Company, they are soldiers who came off the Shadow Bee reconnaissance spacecraft. Most of them use the gene seeds of White Scar.
"Hardanbalt, the signal comes from the bottom of this collapsed hive. Go and clear the way."
"Understood, Su He."
These soldiers came down with their own motorcycles. Although there were only a few of them, the modified motorcycles were equipped with some demolition equipment that could dismantle the "roadblocks" in the ruins.
He is accompanied by a technical sergeant who is responsible for locating and evaluating any "repairable" equipment that can be found.
The technical sergeant scanned the huge ruins of the hive city, suspecting that the horrific scene here was not caused by the empire, but the bombing carried out by the Chaos fleet, and at worst it was the Dark Mechanicus.
There are faint evil forces in the ruins here, such as the ghosts of demon-engined shells and torpedoes used in orbital bombardments, and their remnants linger in this world.
The soldiers entered from an entrance to the lower nest. The walls here were full of black shadows. Those that were once living lives turned into ghosts on the walls in the instant heat radiation of the macro-level weapons.
The collapsed walls and the melted and re-solidified metal formed a long picture that was so long that the edges could not be seen at a glance.
The soldiers used light bird servants to detect surrounding living creatures and available paths while reviewing the hits here.
The collapse of the hive city may be related to a gravity torpedo hitting at close range, and the large-scale death here may be inseparable from ion weapons.
Overcoming the support pillars scattered on the ground, the soldiers found a maintenance pipe that led directly to the bottom nest below.
The slight wind stirred up the dust that had been silent for a long time in the passage, and the scouts moved forward almost silently. Stealth is a must-learn lesson for them.
But a beast-like guy still sensed something. He put down the corpse of the Astartes that he was chewing and hid quietly.
At the lowest level of the hive, where the toilers usually dug downwards, a signal transmitter repeatedly broadcast a call for help.
The scouts are ready for battle, holding the bolt gun in their right hand, holding the combat dagger in their left hand and bending their elbows to place it on top of the bolt gun to assist in pressing the gun.
They sneaked cautiously until they reached the last floor. A large amount of metal junk appeared in front of them, blocking almost most of the space. If they wanted to pass, they would inevitably have to move these metal objects and make noise.
The bird servant instrument showed that there was a distress signal here, but the life signal was extremely blurred and seriously interfered with.
The soldiers switched to an assault formation and had no way to find another way. There were very few passages here, or the poor workers dug these few roads. They had to force a breakthrough here.
The moment the soldiers stepped into the metal ruins, a clear voice told the only living creature here that something was coming.
The leader of the Sons of the White Scars took off his helmet after entering here. His instruments showed that the environment here was almost safe (for an Astartes), and removing the helmet meant that the White Scars warrior was on extreme alert. middle.
He trusted the reaction speed of his senses more than the prompts of the machine spirit.
Ahead was the entrance to the passage. The soldiers saw something unusual in the hall in front. There were traces of damage from bolt guns all around. The sword marks and various blood stains on the walls showed that a fierce battle had taken place here, but there was no sign of it. Any corpse, even a severed hand.
But something was wrong, the helmetless warrior smelled blood.
The two soldiers looked at each other and rushed out of the passage in an instant, turning their guns left and right.
The sound of breaking through the sky came from above.
The act of removing the helmet saved the soldier's life. His totem-painted skin keenly felt the abnormal air flow, and he turned sideways to avoid the attack.
The huge figure landed with a crash.
"For the Emperor!"
"For Ruth and Allfather!"
The war blade and power claw collided together, and the white scar seed warrior flew out and hit the ruins heavily.
And the soldiers didn't fire, it was an unfamiliar war cry, but it wasn't the enemy's.
The ancient Sixth Legion, a Primaris warrior of the Space Wolves crashed into the crowd.
The long hair indicated the special nature of his genes. The tall warrior did not continue to attack, but looked at the surrounding warriors in confusion.
He hadn't seen so many "ordinary and weak Astartes" in a long time.
As part of an ancient war group, they have accepted Primaris warriors for hundreds of years, and have not produced ordinary Astartes for many years. The surviving ordinary Astartes are almost all top veterans.
None of them were chopped off by my claws.
The reconnaissance troops relaxed, friendly forces! Boss!
After some questioning, I learned that the warrior's name was Rogier, a warrior from the Wild Wolf Company of the Space Wolves.
The Space Wolves are divided into thirteen large companies. Unlike normal war groups, the names of their large companies change with the name of the company commander (they are called the Wolf Lord).
The leader of Wild Wolf Dalian Wolf is Evans Wild Wolf, and the previous one was Steel Wolf.
Their war (army) leader is called the Alpha Wolf, but this is not important anymore. The soldiers are more concerned about what else they need to do here.
"There's nothing to do, brothers, help me bring the wolf brothers back."
Rogier motioned to the soldiers to follow him. The sight before them made the soldiers feel deep sorrow.
Stacks of Astartes corpses and power armor were neatly placed in an empty area. Broken parts were piled in another place. Weapons were inserted in front of the corpses of their original owners. Some corpses had only skeletons left. The pharmacist's backpack was roughly connected to several power backpacks. Rogier was not a professional.
They had seen this scene before, and it was like this in the tactical helmet video record they watched during the first lesson when they joined the battle group.
A long time ago, on the tragic battlefield of Taste where the battle group started, in the battle barge, Yifeng carefully placed the corpses of his comrades in the open space.
Rogier has been here for two years. He survived by eating corpses and pieced together several complete suits of armor. The corpses inside became his food reserves.
The Astartes' special genetic glands allow them to gain the memories and combat experience of the creatures they eat.
Consuming the corpses of deceased powerful warriors is considered a sacred ritual even among some Blood Angels Chapters, but not among the Space Wolves Chapter.
So all that's left of Evans Wild Wolf is a symbolic skull.
Yifeng sat in front of the huge conference room, and sitting across the table was Rogier.
After a long silence, the son of the Space Wolves briefly recounted their experiences.
The Space Wolves continue their Great Hunt, hoping to find their genetic father and hunt those traitors who have surrendered to Chaos.
In the days when the Great Rift opened up again, they devoted themselves to the most dangerous battlefield and faced off against the enemy head-on.
The enemy is planning to launch a large-scale attack on the world of Fenris. The news has been spread. We still don’t know if this is a Tzeentch conspiracy, but in any case, the Space Wolves have to go back and take a look at their own. Home planet.
The Wild Wolf Company left a small number of warriors to continue the battle that was about to end, and gathered most of the warriors to move towards the home star.
In the subspace, they encountered enemies, or were ambushed.
The great battle between the Sons of Russ and the Sons of Horus was interspersed with scattered other gene-seed warriors and a large number of demons.
The battle between the two sides was extremely dark. The fleet entered the real world from subspace, and then forcibly jumped into subspace.
The warriors eventually lost their ships and in desperation leapt into the warp, arriving on this world.
This is a processing world. Like many ordinary imperial worlds, the air here is severely polluted by industrialization. Huge hives are erected on the planet. The sea water is polluted and it is difficult for mortals to go out.
(The processing world, a labor-intensive world, mainly processes minerals produced by oneself or shipped from space mining stations, and then pays the tithe to the empire or sells them to the Mechanicus)
The relatively complete planetary defense system was shattered under the attack of a squadron of Abaddon. The soldiers crash-landed on the planet, and the enemy also sent a large number of troops.
The soldiers acted together with the local planetary defense forces and launched an arduous battle with the enemy.
The battle was fierce. A wolf master led his pack of wolves to bite the enemy crazily. The terror of an original battle group that was supplied by Primaris warriors was fully revealed.
Even though the enemy sent several times as many Chaos warriors as their own, they still held on.
Unfortunately, this is not Terra, and the enemy is not Horus.
There is no reason not to attack the planet with an (Extermination Order).
The enemy launched a macro-level orbital bombardment here.
Rogier fought the enemy in the bottom nest and escaped death, while all other life on the planet passed away.
Several years ago. Rogier became a lone wolf.
Yifeng looked at the powerful warrior in front of him and said softly, "According to the news I received, the Wolf Fang Castle is fine. The wolf brothers tore apart the incoming enemies."
"That's good." Rogier didn't want to speak.
It is their destiny to return their souls to the throne, but if they are left alone in the world, they will be lonely after all.
Wolves are social animals.
"Stay here for the time being, Brother Rogier. Your Majesty, the Emperor, and the Father's will in the dark led us to find you."
Rogier went to rest. His only request for the rest room was to hang an icon of the Emperor.
Yifeng wanted to say something, but thinking that our war group didn't have any good wine that they could appreciate, he had no choice but to give up.
The large conference room was empty, and Yifeng sat in the main seat, counting on his fingers.
Anos is from Iron Warriors.
The Scythe of the Emperor belongs to the Ultramarines.
I have white scars.
Situ Val is from the Imperial Fists.
Anos is from the Iron Hands.
The Lamenters are of the Blood Angels
Nidal and the other five are from the Raven Guard.
We still have Luna Wolf seeds at home.
Now here comes another Space Wolf.
There are nine. Does Chaos Horus also command nine traitorous Astartes with gene seeds?
Lord Emperor, I'm going to be the Warmaster after all. What do you really want?
The emperor was still sitting on the golden throne, and after all, he could not hear Yifeng's heart.
Ina is fully responsible.
Rogier was speaking his mind to the Emperor, something that rarely happened to the warriors of the Space Wolves.
The blood of the wolf flows in Rogier. He is the Claw of the Emperor, and he is the Emperor's executive officer.
He met Yifeng again. After sorting out his emotions, he asked Yifeng to take him to find the Space Wolves or return to Wolf Fang Castle.
"This is a difficult thing, Rogier." Yifeng paused. "We don't know where your parent group is, nor do we know the psychic beacon of Wolf Fang Castle. You know, Brother Wolf, we can't see the Emperor's Star Torch now."
This lone wolf hopes that Yifeng will lend him a boat and he will go on his own.
Yifeng, who was sitting in the main seat of the meeting, sneered unabashedly, "Be mature, Brother Wolf, we are all the emperor's sharp blades. He gave us life not just for us to trouble him for help from time to time."
The lone wolf looked at Yifeng angrily and didn't know how to refute.
At this time, Yifeng's voice became louder, almost roaring.
"Rogier! You are not a lone wolf now! You have eaten the flesh and blood of Evans! You have eaten the flesh and blood of almost all your most powerful brothers! The blood of the wolf flows in your body! Your memory, wolf master, is in you It comes to mind that you are now a wolf master! The new wolf master!!"
The Space Wolves' wolf master (large company commander) is elected, but now, except for a small number of warriors who don't know life and death, only Rogier is left in the company.
"What you should do now is to form your own wolf pack! Your Dalian Company is not destroyed yet! You are still alive!"
(From the perspective of the empire, this Dalian Company has been destroyed. The remaining people will generally be accepted by battle groups with the same gene seeds or sent back to the parent group. Of course, it is also possible to enter the Death Watch)
Ever since, Rogier was pulled into the history hall of the Crimson Torrent Chapter by Yifeng with a confused look on his face, and listened to the entire development history from the four of them to the present.
The dagger appears in the picture.
"Brother Rogier, I can lend you the Recruit Modification Jar and the Apothecary. I can help you build your wolf pack. You will train batch after batch of wolf pups until you think they are worthy of the Space Wolves." The name."
Rogier was willing in his heart, but the "purity" of the Space Wolves hindered him.
The Space Wolves have a home planet and most of the time they recruit troops there. The outrageous environment of Fenris has already produced the most powerful warriors.
Yifeng's sneer grew stronger.
"There are many heroes in Fenris, how dare you underestimate the talents of the world."
Rogier remains unwilling to relax this line.
"Don't you have any special warriors? What should they do to gain your recognition?"
"Traditionally, they have to go to Fenris Icefield alone without wearing armor to defeat a wolf king and then come back recognized by other wolf packs." (This is a real creature, a wolf)
"Why don't you take them back to do this trial? At worst, the soldiers you don't recognize will be expelled back to me."
(Shameless, you just want to fuck their seeds, you are!)
Not only that, Yifeng found something super important among a large number of Space Wolf warrior relics.
A shield made from the bones of Sister Silence!