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Chapter 278 Headhunting Target
Fu Qinghai followed Camille to the medical deck.

Seeing Kalamanda sitting on the edge of the operating table, the Night Bat Warrior looks just like his primarch, naked, with black hair draped over his shoulders, his corpse-like pale flesh covered with nerve interfaces and ritual killing counts. The scars that came down.

He raised his pure black eyes and looked at Fu Qinghai:

"I have to say that your medical technology is amazing... If it can be used in torture and punishment, it can greatly prolong the suffering of the enemy, it is perfect."

Is this the unique idea of ​​the Night Lords?
Fu Qinghai ignored the proposal, but asked:

"What do you want to say to me?"

Kalamanda raised her finger and pointed to a black mechanical device placed on the tray next to the operating table. It was small, a cuboid the size of half a soda can, with muddy mucus and blood streaks stuck to it, and it looked wet.

Camille next to it explained:
"This is something I took out of his abdominal cavity, and it has been soaking in it for a long time."

Kalamanda said lightly:

"I cut open my stomach and put it in, otherwise I would not be able to escape their search. This is a recording device, and you will know it when you turn it on and play it."

Fu Qinghai frowned. The object wrapped in the sticky and slippery peritoneal fluid looked very disgusting, but he still stretched out his finger and pressed the button on it.

A voice sounded.

"This is Mu Shen, the daughter of Callidus. I found Curze, the commander of the Night Lords Legion, and I..."

The recording is suddenly interrupted by a burst of loud static.

Then play it in a loop.

"This is Mu Shen, the daughter of Callidus. I found Curze, the commander of the Night Lords Legion, and I..."

The great blob of static rang out again.

"This is Mu Shen, Calidus's..."

"Di."

Fu Qingguan dropped it.

There is a woman's voice in the device. This recording seems to be recorded from another external device, and it is very unclear, always accompanied by the sound of "呵啦".

Fu Qinghai frowned more and more tightly. After thinking about it several times in his mind, he couldn't help but said in surprise:
"The Callidus assassin who assassinated Conrad Curze?"

Kalamanda nodded slightly:

"Exactly."

It turned out to be the case.

Fu Qinghai was stunned.

How did the Primarch Conrad Curze of the Night Lords die?

After he was let go by Sanguinius, he first wandered alone in the universe, and then was accidentally found by the Eighth Army. In the palace of Chaguarsa, where the bones of the villains were made up, Curz faced a The emperor's flesh and blood sculpture cried out for repentance until a deformed assassin from Callidus came to his palace. However, Curz had been waiting for a long time, and after a brief conversation, he put his neck on the assassin's blade and died generously.

Yes, there is no doubt that Curz was killed voluntarily.

Midnight Ghost Conrad Koz's personal combat power is very powerful. He tortured and killed Vulcan Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, and fought a full sixteen weeks of guerrilla warfare with the Lion King on the Indomitable Truth. Grid wrecked havoc and made trouble for Robert Guilliman. The Lion King and Dark Angel couldn't do anything about him for a while, and the Ultramarines and Space Wolves were able to catch this guy.

How could this kind of ruthless person who can be ranked number one in the Primarch's combat power be killed by a mere Callidus assassin? It is their unique skill, but there is a high probability that they will not be able to defeat the Star Warriors in a head-on single.

Curze and Sanguinius are the only two people in the Primarch with innate and powerful prophecy ability. In fact, Curze has predicted his own death. Different, Curz's dark personality always firmly believes that the prophecy cannot be changed. This is the source of his tragic life and the way he chooses to end himself.

But the Night Lord didn't accept it, even though Curze had warned his heirs many times: don't stop yourself from going to death, and don't take revenge on the empire.However, the Eighth Legion still swept through many Callidus Assassin Temples in the empire. The Eighth Legion, which had been split into several warbands, regrouped again to avenge the Primarch.

"So, you want me to stop them? Stop them from attacking the Assassin Temple of Callidus?"

Fu Qinghai asked Kalamanda.

"late."

Kalamanda shook her head:

"It's too late, when you hear this recording, it proves that the Night Lords have breached several Assassin temples in Callidus...but there is one man whose bloodlust is more than that, he has been killed by bloodthirsty Consumed by longing, he wants to destroy this branch of the Order of Assassins completely."

"Who?"

"The Faceless Prince, Nacred Saul, an important member of the Crossbones faction...my old boss."

Kalamanda licked her lips and said:
"Part of my disability is thanks to him."

Crossbones pie?

Fu Qinghai doesn't know much about the factional struggles within the Night Lords. The factions of most legions are nothing more than the gap between Terrans and non-Taras. This "Crossbones faction" sounds like some kind of warrior association. But this is not Fu Qinghai's concern.

he asked:
"You said that this faceless prince was your former boss, so what rank is he?"

Kalamanda wondered why Fu Qinghai would ask this question, but still replied:

"Member of the Night Bat Council, legion consul."

Sure enough, the company commander's boss is the Legion Archon.

Legion Archon is an informal and non-uniform military rank used by the Space Marine Legion during the Great Crusade to honor those Space Marines who are second only to the Primarch in terms of command skills, personal combat power and talent knowledge. In terms of quantity, this rank can be compared to the chapter masters of later generations.

Cos Wayne, Qin Xia, Aidolon, Sigismund, Abaddon, Sevita and others were all dubbed "Legion Consuls", but they have their own titles within the Legion.

Fu Qinghai nodded in satisfaction:

"Legion Consul, yes."

He is short of a few opponents with sufficient weight and worth hunting, and this is one that has come to his door.

Kalamanda was puzzled, but added:
"The Smiling Lord Sherion has accepted the call of the Faceless Prince Nacred, and is about to go to the Uriah galaxy. They planned to use the green-skinned pirates to ambush you on the spur of the moment, so it took a long time."

From this point of view, it should be the "distress message" sent by the pilot of the Midnight Lord?So where did the Spirit Race battleship come from? Could it be that it was just passing by?
There seemed to be no answer to this question, so Fu Qinghai asked instead:
"You can just tell me his whereabouts, why hide that recording device in the abdominal cavity?"

Kalamanda said calmly:
"I am a member of the traitor legion. If there is no such evidence, who will believe what I say."

He went on to say:

"I have no contact with this new department established by the Handprinters, and I have no interest in saving the Assassin Temple of Callidus. I just want the life of Nacred Sol."

Fu Qinghai nodded and emphasized:
"His head must be mine."

……

Calixis star area, Quatis Garden World.

A shuttle staggered through the clouds, bumped and glided, and finally fell to the ground. With the sound of metal crushing stones, soil and vegetation, the shuttle slowly stopped in a plowed tunnel Forward momentum.

"laugh--"

The hatch opened.

A space warrior staggered out of it with messy steps, glanced at the surroundings blankly, and then there was a "plop"... No. 56 fell to his knees, his knees sank into the soft soil of the garden world, and his fist hit the big On the ground, his neck was wriggling, and he was vomiting forcefully.

In one hand of the sea serpent warrior, he held a transparent glass jar, inside which was a cobalt blue jelly-like substance that kept churning and changing shapes, trying to break out of the bottle cap.

"Wait...wait a while."

No. 56 said weakly:
"If you get infected too, it will be the end of both of us."

"vomit--"

After finishing speaking, he began to vomit again.

No. 56 was wearing a brand new MK8 helmet, but it was filled with filth quickly. At this time, the filter should open automatically, keep the air guide line unblocked, and then suck all the filth. But now the filter valve is blocked, and he feels Mouths and noses were stuffed, and eyes were clouded with mucus and acid.

Panting, he reached for the sealing device on his neck and scratched feebly, but he couldn't open it anyway. The superhuman strength he was proud of had been corroded by the psionic virus, and even the gauntlets were like a pair of heavy Shackles until...

"Crack."

A big hand held his helmet, turned it gently, unlocked the seal, and took it off.

"Ho...poof!"

No. 56, who was finally able to "see the sun again", immediately sprayed out the vomit that filled his nose and mouth, and faced the ground, half kneeling and half lying down, breathing heavily.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the person who came.

It was an equally tall figure, with broad and burly shoulders, wearing a dark red shabby burqa, one could guess without having to lift the number 56, that there must be power armor underneath.

The visitor did not wear a helmet, and the sun was just behind his head, the glaring light covered his face, No. 56 couldn't help but blinked his eyes, and could only see the dense black spots branded on the opponent's bald head. prayer.

"It's you... the Word Bearers."

Number 56 gasped.

"You took the initiative to find me."

the other said.

"Yes……"

No. 56 nodded, slammed his hands on the ground, mustered the last bit of strength to try to stand up, and said:

"Your hiding place is not perfect, it is full of flaws in the eyes of an alpha, and my mortal agents have captured fragments of information about you a long time ago - about the existence of a Word Bearer in the Calixis sector information."

After a lot of effort, No. 56 finally stood up, tearing his cheeks in pain, feeling the acid still churning in his stomach, and looked at the space warrior in front of him.

It was a square face with a serious and taciturn face, with a big nose and thick lips tightly pressed together. On the smooth scalp, just like other Word Bearers, there were rows and rows of tiny Cole marks. Cheese text.

The only thing that is strange is that on his burqa and exposed half of the shoulder armor, it is not the coat of arms and reliefs of the "flame in the middle of the book" of the Word Bearers Legion, but an abstract lion head, long sword Complex symbol consisting of and book.

"So, why are you looking for me?"

The opponent fixed his eyes on the Alpha warrior who was slightly taller than himself, and asked in a deep voice.

"I'm here...please...purify me."

No. 56, still with brown stains on his face, was talking in a broken voice.

The Word Bearer warrior shook his head slightly:
"You don't sound like you're begging others, not to mention...why do you think I can purify you?"

No. 56 tilted his body and head, and said:

"If, if you let me die here... no, I won't die, but I will get sores, pus, rot, and finally pollute this garden world, this planet, and turn it into a breeding ground for bacteria and viruses Stinky Paradise...Of course, if you like mushrooms, forget about it."

No. 56 was silent at the end.

The Word Bearers frowned tightly.

No. 56 took a breath and continued:

"As for why I know you can purify me... because I know the symbol on your shoulder. When my mortal agent sent me the photo, I recognized it."

"Paladin, right?"

Number 56 grinned.

The Word Bearer warrior was stunned, and admitted with a sigh:
"For a long time, you are also a reincarnation, I said."

No. 56 smiled with difficulty and said:
"Let me be honest, man, you don't need to hide like this. I know there is a place that can accept you. The identity of the traitor army is not a big deal in his eyes. The premise is that he likes you and recognizes you. ability."

After speaking, No. 56 opened his arms:

"Come on, I can't wait, let me experience the power of the Holy Light and Naaru, use your full strength, and treat it as an interview assessment before you join the Brotherhood."

The Word Bearers were very speechless, thinking to themselves: I haven't agreed to join that Rausch Brotherhood you mentioned yet.

Even so, he still said:
"There is no power of holy light in the Warhammer 40K universe. I don't know whether the part I assimilated can heal you or not. I will tell you in advance."

He took out a stubby scepter from his pocket and said:
"But don't worry, even if it can't be cured, for the sake of being a reincarnation, I will give you relief."

……

Fu Qinghai led the Brotherhood of God Machine equipped with a full set of pulse bolters and fat launchers, and set off on the journey again.

Phaeton's own armed force was not enough to defend itself, and garrisoning this place was also one of the tasks. Fu Qinghai finally left behind fifty space fighters and a strike cruiser as a force to defend the Forge World.

It was the Dominator-class cruiser that was captured from the Night Lords, and it happened to clean its dirty decks and pipes in the Phaeton Forge World, purify its electronic systems and corrupt machine souls, and change its flag and paint job by the way.

The three-ship fleet was lightly packed and set off immediately.

The first stop is Schwerin Nest World.

Fu Qinghai led the interstellar warriors, accompanied by Koshweto and others, to the lower nest area.

Outside the entrance of the closed passage, he also saw the seven-eyed mutant girl. The mutation on her face had been eliminated by surgery. She had an ordinary and ordinary face, standing there and sweetly looking at Fu Qinghai. smile.

Fu Qinghai nodded his head as a greeting.

Then he said to Koshwito:

"Open it."

Then he said to the space fighters behind him:

"get ready."

"Click click", the soldiers loaded their guns one after another, maintained a loose and vigilant formation, and surrounded the entrance of the passage blocked by construction waste, boulders and steel.

With the help of construction machinery, the barriers that closed the entrance were drilled away bit by bit. Sand and stone flew, steel bars snapped, and sparks flew everywhere. Fu Qinghai stood firmly in place, quietly watching the passage that was about to open ahead. At the entrance, the space warrior behind him was also calm and composed, the gauntlet holding the gun remained motionless.

Only the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, who had experienced battles with Nurgle's walking corpses and cult believers, looked a little nervous, and kept rubbing the handle of the laser gun, trying to wipe off the sweat from their palms.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, the last obstructing chalk board was overturned by the machine servants, revealing the scene behind the dark passage.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes, and at the moment when the stone slab fell over, he seemed to see a green reflection in the smoke.

"Thermal imaging is activated, and there is no thermal reaction."

"Scanned by the bird divination instrument, there is no sign of life."

His fellow Space Marines reported over the comm channel.

The smoke slowly dissipated.

Standing in front of everyone is a row of sculptures that look like terracotta warriors. Their faces have changed beyond recognition, like gray-black stones, and they can vaguely recognize their appearance before birth. There are cracks and gaps all over their bodies. Blooming green crystals grow in dense clusters.

It's Radiant Polarite!

The Radix Corpse Virus succeeded!
Fu Qinghai secretly clenched his fists.

I heard that the Nurgle virus can bring the dead back to life, but you can let the ore bring me back to life?
Fu Qinghai thought so in his heart, but he didn't lose his vigilance. Instead, he ordered his subordinates to maintain their formation, enter the passage cautiously, and carefully search the entire bottom nest area.

A large number of cultist "sculptures" gathered behind the passage. The firearms in their hands were still usable, and their clothes were still intact. However, they lacked heavy construction machinery and could not break through the closed entrance. In the end, they could only fight against the radiation corpse virus. Slowly eroded and infected, it turned into one desperate stone sculpture after another.

Space Marines walked through these sculptures cautiously, followed by Guardsmen wearing gas masks, spewing and roasting the sculptures with flamethrowers, the air twisted and rose, and the smell of promethium permeated the passage. Finally, the sculptures All their clothes were burned, and the guns in their hands were blackened.

The green crystals are more exposed.

The entire passage is shining like a crystal mine.

Under the leadership of the mutant guide, everyone carefully searched all the areas that can be set foot in the bottom nest, and confirmed that there was no one who slipped through the net. Then they smashed the sculpture, collected the scattered crystals, and packed them away to return to the upper nest.

The Admonition Society, this short-lived cult organization, just like the cults that appeared and disappeared in many hive worlds, disappeared without record in the cold and dark bottom lair.

However, a large pile of extreme crystal minerals was left behind.

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(End of this chapter)