Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 357 The battalion commander and sergeant did bad things

They supported each other and went deeper, feeling that the objective silence was leaving them, but the subjective silence seized their souls.

The surrounding light continued to increase, and the damp water stains made a shattering sound when the iron boots passed by, echoing in this tunnel that has gone through the years.

The alien Hrud seemed to be lurking inside the wall, making a steady rustling noise like an ambush rat. The heavy, timed roar was divided into two vibrations with different sound sources, one of which fell in the tunnel they were heading towards. At the end, one deviates slightly and climbs towards the surface.

The flow of time embraces the existence of the battalion commander and sergeant, passing through their hair and skin, quietly taking the flowing matrix of time away from the iron armor.

The armaments they possess have been exhausted. The ceramite and steel of the empire have been destroyed by the high-intensity intermittent entropy field. All that remains are the armor that has fallen off the shell, the flesh and blood bodies of the Astartes, and the static contents in Zoran's bag. Delay grenade.

Dantioch and Zoran approached the end of the tunnel without saying a word.

Of course, Dantioch felt that Zoran's silence was probably because he bit his tongue when he fell in the explosion.

The tunnel became increasingly narrow, and as they approached the final green light, the two of them could only move sideways.

There are enemies. Dantioch, who was walking in front, observed the situation in the room they finally arrived at through the almost closed slit in the wall, and gestured backwards. Technical staff.

Zoran tapped Dantioch's gauntlets rhythmically. how many.

seven. No weapons.

This is where?

Dantioch observed carefully and then made a cautious judgment: energy.

plan?

Prepare to attack.

Zoran couldn't find a suitable standard military gesture and asked his battalion commander if he planned to strangle the Hruds to death one by one with his bare hands.

In this brief moment, Dantioch had already used his elbow to break through the last sealed layer of vitrified soil, and forcefully broke into this dark room with green light and old plants on the ground.

The sense of confusion in time suddenly intensified, as if he was here and elsewhere at the same time, in ten million co-existing moments based on people or places.

He is a child, an adult, and an old man at the same time. He is grazing in the countryside of Olympia, lifting hot melt among the burning stars; his strong and trustworthy hands are separated from the entropy field with a radius of 1.5 meters, and he will be defenseless. The screaming Hrud broke at his knees; Zoran was behind him, his bag full of dangerous stasis grenades, and he used his solid arm armor to smash the slender head of the Hrud. The first one, In the second, the enemy was defeated; at the same time, he was discussing with his companions on the ship the difference between the dome theater and the steeple theater; he looked at Sigismund face to face in the cold wind of Inwit, and he also Taking out the beacon for positioning, he wanted to ask Eric if he knew Zoran, cursing the damaged sound array sequence, or lighting a bright beacon with Alexis Polux.

He suddenly remembered a feat he had made many years ago, the Pharos Lighthouse in Sousa. When the Primarch Perturabo stepped into the depths of the lighthouse and came into contact with the unknown power, the extremely similar time tide made him feel the same sense of dislocation. Just like in the past, time once again came in like a tide, collapsed to both sides, and grew out of countless gaps, bringing more synchronic images.

At this moment, Dantioch saw that in this hall, the ground was covered with broken dark green crystals, and a huge dark green stone was placed in the center. A dangerous evil energy intertwined with the effect of time entropy Expanding, he suspected that the skin under his armor had become too pale, fragile and thin, and his bones had become crispy, like an older man who should not appear in the center of the battlefield.

"Hurry up -" Zoran coughed twice, and the shout echoed behind him, being stretched infinitely.

Dantioch punched quickly and slowly, and the horrified screams of the Hrud were inserted into his time fragments. The creatures wearing robes and holding long whips slowly fell to the ground, and wisps of black energy were still in the air. .

Suddenly, things around him caught up with his time, or perhaps his time was suppressed from passing. The effect of the entropy field was suddenly offset, and Dantioch took advantage of the opportunity to quickly deal with the remaining members of the Herud team. He turned his head and saw a familiar four-bracket metal device.

"Ours, hiss," Zoran limped over and shook the slime off his gauntlets. "This is our generator..."

Dantioch lowered his head and looked carefully, kicked away some gravel, and finally found some familiar force field generators, linked in the energy lines in a strange way, and they happened to be running again at this moment.

The Hrud collected many abandoned or lost temporary stasis field generators from the Iron Warriors fleet here, and piled them near their energy sources. It was unknown what research they wanted to do.

"Perhaps, they want to control time." Dantioch said hoarsely.

He looked up at the huge dark green crystal, and felt a genetic aversion to the substance condensed inside the energy stone, as if it was something extremely filthy and terrifying.

Zoran slowly took out a stasis grenade from his bag, as if he was weighing whether the space-time effect brought by a grenade was enough to seal it in the stagnant years so that he could take it back to the Primarch for research.

After witnessing the green-lighting energy control center of the Cheorwon, the internal research and collection of the Thousand Dust Sun Corps, and the mysterious system of the Night Ghost King's Court next door, a consensus gradually emerged among the Iron Warriors that they respected and loved My father likes to study strange things that may not be in line with the core truth of the Empire.

"We have to...well, find a way to destroy it," Zoran said, looking away. "And freeze two stones and take them back to father."

This boulder also made him uncomfortable. He would not presume to ask for trouble and kept staring at it.

"It's too deep here," Dantioch said, "and the size of the energy stone you can usually see is just the debris on this boulder. You will destroy this lair."

"Even this planet, I don't know." Zoran's expression became solemn under his helmet. "It depends on the mystery of the space-time equation, at least I can't figure it out." Dantioch slowly raised a hand, telling Zoran to calm down for the time being and look around the murals in the room.

The style of the murals here is consistent with the murals they briefly saw when they descended, and is probably related to the history of the Hrud people. The depiction is difficult to discern, but appears to include initial imagery of migration and travel, followed by guidance on the alien lifestyle. Everything here seems to be completely new to them.

And they seem to regard the same key things as the top priority of research, and they are reflected everywhere in the murals.

Those waves of time rushing from the present to the past, and the sharp arrows pointing from the future to the past.

Dantioch thought no more. Anyway, it's all alien technology that he can't understand.

"That should be the main entrance." Following the guidance of the mural, Dantioch looked towards the spacious passageway connected to the hall.

"And over there," Dantioch looked toward a narrow corridor connected by a large number of energy transmission pipes, "the Hrud Spaceship Port."

Zoran gave up thinking about the interior of the complex hives the Hrud had spread across the planet.

"We have captured Hrud ships," Dantioch said slowly, "I know something about them..."

"You are the commander of the battalion," Zoran laughed, and the laughter turned into a shortness of breath cough. "omniscient."

Dantioch squatted down slowly, found some tools used by the Hrud from the ground, and selected some that he could use.

"Come here and accompany me to change the detonation device." Dantioch coughed and said, "Then we go get a spaceship and blow up this place -"

Zoran squatted down on his knees and took out the stasis grenades he carried in his bag one by one.

"Listen to the original body," he said with a smile, while fiddling with the tools and instruments on the ground. "We try to get out alive. You sail the boat..."

A loud noise suddenly erupted from the direction of the main entrance, and Dantioch was startled. He recognized the noise and clamor that belonged to the angry Hrud, and also felt the distorted light, the rapidly rising heat, and the distorted traces of time and space.

"It's too late," Zoran threw down the wrench in his hand and said angrily, "Can't they just let me install the stasis field-related devices, even once?"

"I'm done pretending, Zoran." Dantioch sighed.

The core of Hrud's lair was probably still more heavily guarded than they imagined. Probably not long after, the two nearly defenseless and exhausted Astartes would be caught red-handed by the indignant aliens.

When things came to this moment, he was not surprised at all, but he was somewhat reminded of the face of the father of genes.

Steel begets strength, strength begets will, will begets faith, faith begets honor, and honor begets steel.

They could at least do something more, for the Iron Warriors.

The Hrud wave poured into the energy hall, and the equipment was better than the average on the ground. The black mist dispersed and immediately overwhelmed the running stasis field generator again, pushing time to flow rapidly.

"Throw it!" Dantioch roared.

Zoran grabbed the stasis grenades, quickly pulled the bolts one by one, and threw the bundles at the Hrud.

Time condensed into a moment, and then exploded.

　Today’s tidbit:

　　The Belacane Forge World is famous for its production of stasis force fields. It has the most powerful technology. Even the experts who repaired the Golden Throne and Guilliman's force fields have traveled thousands of miles to visit. The degree of mechanization transformation is unknown. The great sage Daedus…

　　One day he was found dead of a stroke.

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　　By the way, I really recommend reading the series of stories of the Angel of Atonement, the effect is very subversive and impactful (x)

　　For example, the former company commander of this regiment tamed a devil, stripped it naked, and kept it in a gallery darkroom (x)

(End of this chapter)