NABC Chapter 310 Starting point and ending point
Chapter 310 Starting point and ending point
In the ancient days of the Great Crusade, there was the Emperor, twenty-one Primarchs, and thousands of Astartes.
Now there is only Guilliman, and the emerging Primaris warband.
But the problem is... he's not Guilliman, he's Alpharius.
The memories of the two original bodies are intertwined and superimposed. Alpharius is examining the behavior of his former brothers, their personalities and tactics, their habits and methods of military management...
Now that I've played Robert Guilliman, why can't I play the other brothers?
Even if there is no real brother's memory, even if it is incomplete, even if he alone cannot replace twenty brothers across the galaxy, the way of running the army, the method of fighting, and the unity of the army... these can still serve as a basis for emerging heroes. Primaris warriors who have never seen their original body have greatly improved their combat effectiveness.
There were three primarchs that he could not play, Rogal Dorn, Ferrus Manus, and Vulkan Volkan. Alpharius, who did not have much technical knowledge in his mind, quickly excluded these three. outside of choice.
The Lion King doesn't need it. The combat effectiveness and organization of the Dark Angels and their descendants have not declined.
The first thing Alpharius thought of was Saint Leth, the most perfect Primarch.
(Kaul: I just said it was right to make him these wings. You see, I ran in the direction of Saint Les.)
In fact, he was very confident in playing Corax. Alpharius had secretly cooperated with the Raven Guard during the Great Crusade.
But the Blood Angels have many heirs...and their fighting power is fierce. What's more, the Emperor of the Second Empire and the Photographer King are not familiar with each other~~
Alpharius attempted to play the role of the Great Holy Leth in moderation, allowing the Blood Angels Chapters to regain some degree of organization and try to appease their blood thirst and black rage.
Some of their notorious warbands, such as the Flesh Tearers, Blood Drinkers, etc., continued to behave badly after receiving Primaris replacements.
After Primaris warriors who are extremely resistant to blood thirst and black rage enter these battle groups, the chance of blood thirst actually increasing.
He could only stop replenishing these war groups and let them fend for themselves.
This time the army was built, the new Primaris Warrior Chapter still maintained its purity. In order to strengthen the various large companies... Bah, the cooperation between the various Chapters, Alpharius forcibly snatched a company from Dante. Blood Angel veterans, with them as the backbone leadership, may become the Chapter Master of the new Primaris Chapter, the Director of the Think Tank, or the Priest...
Now, in the hidden place of Terra, tens of thousands of brand-new Sons of Holy Leth gathered together. Several war groups were close together. Those veterans of the Blood Angels who were appointed to high positions were gathering together, and some were discussing Looking at Baal's past, some were discussing how to govern the new war group.
Under the intentional or unintentional hints and "indulgence" of the Primarch, these leaders chatted and laughed under the noses of the recruits, which naturally caused the entire Chapter to become close to each other.
Now, Alpharius wanted to establish a core for these Chapters, a living faith, the Faith Replacement.
"Guilliman" has arrived, dancing on the wings of despair, his whole body shining brightly. (Call's charged glowing angelic halo!) It wasn't so much the Regent flying up to the dais as it was Alpharius showing off the Primarch's power.
He reached the highest podium with speed unmatched by any Primaris warrior, and then he needed a comparison.
All the veterans were ordered forward, and their "slow" speed shocked the recruits in the distance.
This is just the beginning.
Next, the huge portrait of Sangliest slowly unfolded from the huge wall behind Guilliman, complementing the figure of the Regent.
The Primarch began to tell the story of the Archangel, and the stories told by those who had witnessed the Great Crusade were naturally more true and convincing.
Under deliberate manipulation, there are many parts of the story where Archangels and Guilliman fight side by side, especially during the second phase of the Heresy, when the three Primarchs fought side by side across the dark side of the galaxy.
After telling the story of the fall of the archangel, it should logically be over, but Guilliman immediately began to talk about how he served as regent after waking up from eternal sleep and moved on, as if Guilliman had taken over his brother. His will is to continue moving forward.
Robert was so good at the art of words that as an enigmatic Primarch specializing in politics, he could boost morale with words alone.
The morale of the brand new battle group is mixed with some private goods.
(Sanglis: Follow your Thirteenth Uncle and work hard... Hey, Old Thirteenth, why do you poach directly... Oh, little Alpha, infiltration can't be done like this...)
Taking advantage of the high morale, the huge portrait of Holy Leth fell, and every Primaris warrior was ordered to sign his name on this huge portrait as a witness to the founding of the army and a symbol of the unity of the Angelic Children.
......
Under the original body's planning for so many years, the longest-lived high lord has been replaced several times, and it is almost impossible to interfere in any of the original body's decisions. Guilliman spent seven hundred years planning, which also means that in the eyes of this generation, even if He is the longest living 400-year-old man, and he also grew up with the message that Guilliman led the Empire to victory again and again.
"Guilliman" is ready to start discussing the plan with Yifeng.
The Red Torrent has not publicly declared rebellion yet, but we need to clean up the surrounding alien and demonic enemies first.
When everything within the Star Torch is ours and we are connected to them outside the Star Torch, the next phase of uncovering the most hidden plan of the human rulers can begin.
Alpharius visited the gene-seed war groups one after another, played Go with the White Scar children, and discussed guerrilla warfare strategies with the Dark Crow children...
Until it was the turn of the wolf brothers, Alpharius was in trouble.
The Wolf King is a reckless man, but the cunning in his mind is equally astonishing. Comparing the memories of the two original bodies Guilliman and Alpharius, it is difficult to figure out what Leman Russ, hiding under the savage disguise, is thinking. What.
Furthermore, the Space Wolves refused to accept or acknowledge these as their sub-group.
The leader of the wolf group did not send any representatives at all.
By the way, we solemnly protest against Guilliman's use of their gene seeds to create warriors...
This time Guilliman's rally did not receive a response from the Dark Angels and Space Wolves.
In the end, the Regent chose the crudest method.
After a fight, the one who wins is the king.
For the sake of entertainment, ten Primaris warriors fought against Guilliman, and then it gradually evolved into a company of masters swarming into a wheel battle...
Anyway, the victory is over.
The entire huge auditorium became a mess. Brother Wolf was beaten to a bruised and swollen face, but he really obeyed Guilliman.
......
Of course, the Regent would not think that this would be enough to organize a military force comparable to the Great Crusade. He would need more high-end combat power to replace the original body.
He made some agreements with the Custodes, and Guilliman paid a lot. One of the conditions was for the winner to return, giving the chapter leaders of the nine founding chapters the right to call the Custodes.
It's the device that the Emperor's Eye uses to call its fellow Custodes.
During the Indomitable Crusade, the Imperial Guards had already begun to attack in small groups. With the unknown number of Emperor's Eyes, no one knew how many Imperial Guards could be summoned by just shouting.
Coupled with the powerful think tank in the Chapter, there are only a handful of problems in the galaxy that cannot be solved.
The Martian Mechanicus actively cooperated with this operation because Guilliman delivered several pairs of anti-psionic armors to them. The Mechanicus immediately discovered the core problem and processed the fine gold into such a rough but detailed form. Even they have to pay an unimaginable price for complicated technology. If several pairs appear at once, they must have simpler and more convenient technology.
They fully supported the regent and intended to obtain relevant information.
"Guilliman" will fight wherever he says. They followed behind to pick up technical equipment.
These years of "peace and tranquility", coupled with the red torrent of trade fleets pulling strings everywhere, have made the relationship between Mechanic Cults from various places closer.
Some things are like this, each Mechanicus tightly covers his own pocket, and then stares at the contents of other Mechanicus' pockets, but now some force majeure swaggers to take something out of your pocket, stuff it into other treasures, and then He walked over to another Adeptus Mechanicus, discharged the treasures, and began to rummage through their pockets.
Then the Mechanicus will have to think about it, why do we let the middlemen make the difference?
Except for some (all) nearby forging worlds with deadly feuds, those far away from each other and who had not had much contact with each other took the initiative to start contacting each other.
Freed up some production capacity.
Coupled with the disappearance of the trade fleet, this situation is further aggravated.
Yifeng was busy to death, first attacking the Eldar Ark, then the expedition to the Ghoul Star Realm, and then the Psionic War Drums gathered in Commorragh, but the Empire was much peaceful, and there was no major invasion of the scale of the Fourth Legion's invasion and the Blood Legion's advance. , have been recuperating for decades.
The mighty expedition began.
......
Aboard the People's Light, the winner was stuffed into a stasis position.
In his words, send him back to the Terra Palace as soon as possible. With your shabby skills, his body that could have been repaired will have to deteriorate to the point of being stuffed into the Dreadnought.
It was still a bit dangerous to enter the stasis position directly, so the Chapter built a mechanical coffin for him.
Now Yifeng browses the stasis studio, which is like the Trazin Museum. It contains fragments of the Star God, the Eldar Holy Sword, the Primarch, the Custodes, the Bloodline Battle Axe, the Psychic Knight Dreadnought...
Wait, what about the big think tank?
Yifeng, whose head was covered with bandages, suddenly felt something was wrong. The place belonging to the big think tank was empty.
"Enke! Enke! Why isn't the Great Think Tank in a stagnant position? It's not like it's still in Comoros. The Great Think Tank can't be lost..."
Yifeng pushed open the mechanical door, and our mature, steady, and unparalleled veteran Mororis, with his unparalleled demeanor and astonishing aura, was supervising the technical sergeants to carry out dangerous mechanical operations...
"Hmph, I won't throw it away even if you throw it away..." After the big think tank said something, he turned his head and stopped looking at Yifeng, treating such a big teacher as nothing.
"哐~~" The big think tank hit Enke hard on the head, making the technical sergeant's head buzz.
"Hurry up and work, I want that, that, and that, install them all for me!" The mechanical arm temporarily installed by the big think tank pointed among a large number of captured weapons.
"Big Think Tank, breaking the gene lock is very troublesome. I have to think about how to bind it to your psychic energy."
"哐~" Hurry up.
The Great Thinker was not idle either. The endless pain caused by Fearless forced him. Normal Fearless would be driven by this pain to slaughter the enemy crazily, but Mororis had his own method.
He beat the machine spirit.
He was anxious to let Enke install the new machine and beat the new machine soul. He didn't care whether the Waaaagh-looking weapon he chose had such a thing as a machine soul. Anyway, he would beat Enke if he couldn't beat the machine soul.
Yifeng felt that his stealth skills had reached a new peak at this moment, and he was definitely not weaker than the Alpha Assassin or the Night Lord veteran.
The tall fine gold body silently exited the technical sergeant's hut, gently closed the door, and then... ran away.
It's important to save your life.
The big think tanks are really fighting.
......
Xiaolan and William were lying side by side on the hospital bed. William's injury was more serious, but he got up early.
"Mortal casualties are also very serious. Free up beds and medical resources as soon as possible to save every one." His original words were like this, but in fact, basically no mortals were injured.
Most mortals who were actually hit by the terrifying weapons of the Dark Eldar chose to kill themselves.
William's broken arm did not choose a biological arm implant, but a mechanical arm.
Xiaolan's injuries were also treated a bit hastily, causing the scar in the middle of his face to be extremely conspicuous, with a red line from his forehead to his chin.
"Pharmacist, there is no need to treat me. Let's go and transform our new brothers." These were Xiaolan's original words.
Guilliman is "sincere". Although the Primaris warriors sent do not have battle armor, they do have gene seeds. Soldiers who died on the battlefield can quickly become fighting strength again.
In fact, the casualties of our veterans are quite acceptable. Less than half of the new recruits were lost, but they also got enough blood and fire experience. The key is the replacement soldiers sent by Guilliman. They did not undergo enough strength training, resulting in injuries. At that time, it could not support the adamantine armor, and the casualties were very heavy.
The most disastrous new regiment was the arrival of a thousand Emperor's Angels, but now only close to two hundred who could speak were summing up after the war.
At this moment, they understood why the veterans felt sad for them before setting off. They could survive with more training, but time would always run faster than them.
The remaining forces of the Ten Chapters gathered together to form a fleet cluster, and moved together with the company's Leiluo Department, heading to the edge of the Hazy Star Territory.
Accompanying us are the Atris Imperial Army, the Skarian Planetary Defense Force, the Wolfjux Self-Defense Force...
The mortals did not let down the red torrent, it was the red torrent that let them down.
The casualty count kept beating. People were returning from friendly forces all the time. Someone was confirmed dead. Missing was just a soothing term. Death never showed mercy.
"What should we do, Commander?"
After this unprecedented battle, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at everything around them at a loss, as if they had lost their purpose in life.
"Perform your original responsibilities, everyone returns to their original positions, immediately train new people for job vacancies, and do their own thing well. I never blame you for anything."
"But, Commander, we hope to do more."
A considerable number of soldiers refused to board the ship home, even though they knew that rejecting this opportunity meant dying in a foreign country.
Some suffer from severe mental illness, while others have nowhere to go.
"My father died there, my brother died there, and we refused to leave. We wanted to spend the rest of our lives where we were."
This group of soldiers was included in the population missing from the factory, but post-war stress reactions always troubled them.
They hope that Yifeng's answer will be more inspiring, such as "We have achieved a great victory for the Emperor, and our names will forever be engraved on the war monument."
But Yifeng wouldn't say that.
"The war is not over yet. We will face a devastated world and a dead home. We must raise our spirits and completely drive out the enemy."
Soon, people knew why he said that.
The world of Thorok was the first battle for the People's Light, and it was massacred there.
The world's population dropped to ninety million, and the Dark Eldar took control of the city's water sources, pouring poison into hundreds of reservoirs and turning the world into a howling hell.
The Astartes rushed down, killed the enemy, and moved on to the next world.
Another world of suffering.
The scattered Dark Eldar are homeless. They have deepened their plunder in the real world and will gradually die out in the next long millennium.
Without the resurrection of the Haemonculi, the Dark Eldar will die down to extremely low numbers, but not now.
Now, millions of Dark Eldar roam the galaxy, killing unprotected worlds.
Not only the human world, but also a Tau colony was purged. The bottom of the Tau tribe expressed serious dissatisfaction with the inaction of the Ether tribe and the humans responsible for the war in the "Greater Good".
We can only announce that the revenge operation has been successful. We also massacred one of their worlds, and then released a video of the destruction of Comoros.
Use the destruction of our enemies and the sheer power of our weapons to overwhelm those rebels who are spreading among the lower ranks of the Tau.
The People's Light and the huge fleet sailed through one world after another. There was no time to stay for long. After the troops and Astartes were dropped, they dropped a ship to support them and left.
Within a few years of the attack on Comoros and the round trip time, sixty-seven planets in the Great Thousand World, a strip area surrounding the outer circle of the Milky Way, were attacked. When compared to the proportion of all human beings, this is a terrifyingly high number. .
It was not until Chapter 296 that the world basically returned to its former stability, and the far-reaching impact of the disappearance of a large number of people has not completely dissipated.
Resentment against the Astartes is brewing. In order to prevent this situation, the Empire has made the Astartes into a terrifying existence that everyone should be afraid of. If we reject this approach, we need to bear the corresponding risks.
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In the alley, a man with a slovenly beard was dragging his luggage. He was clearly alone. The luggage was filled with crates one after another, and they were piled together on a small cart.
He slowly stopped in the middle of the alley. The alleyways are narrow and dark, and the dilapidated pipes are still leaking and have not been repaired.
"tick~tick~"
The water drops fell one by one, unable to dispel the sadness deep in the man's heart.
Finally, he made up his mind and roared loudly.
"Mom, I'm back!"
A cry with a crying sound penetrated the dark and damp narrow alley, and countless heads poked out of the six-story buildings on both sides.
The man was stunned when a flower pot fell from the side less than one meter away. The flying fragments of the flower pot cut his face. It was because the resident on the top floor was too anxious to open the window and knocked over the potted plant hanging in the window. .
Hangers and clothes fell slowly, and there were noisy sounds in the distance, including children's shouts and hurried footsteps.
Mothers poked their heads out one after another, their eyes changing from eager to confused to disappointed.
They leaned out with all their strength, almost half of their bodies outside. The man in the alley wore a military cap and a slovenly beard. The mother in the distance couldn't tell who it was.
The moment they heard the cry, they already had the answer in their hearts, but they just didn't want to believe it.
"Young man, what are you shouting about? Do you understand if you are disturbing the people? You are disturbing the people!"
The nearest woman slammed her window shut to hide her disappointment.
As time went by, the hurried steps in the corridor stopped abruptly the moment the mothers walked out of the stairs, and then more and more abuse began.
In just a few seconds, the man's eighteenth generation ancestor was greeted. These few seconds were also his last chance to hold back his tears and cry.
"Bitch, it's illegal to spread rumors. I'm going to send you to the police station! Go to jail..."
Curses continued to come from above, and more and more cries gradually rose. More debris flew from the sky, and porcelain plates and rice bowls were shattered on the ground.
Countless fragments flew, but the man remained motionless, stood upright, and repeated those words in the loudest voice.
"On the 96th floor of Halides, all the Second Company of the First Battalion of the Third Army Regiment were killed in action. I am the acting commander of the Second Battalion. I am hereby delivering the relics of all the soldiers of the Second Company."
After this roar, only crying remained in the entire alley.
A woman standing at the entrance of the corridor suddenly ran out, also braving the impact of countless debris falling from the sky.
She tripped over a copper teapot and fell to the ground, her knees covered with porcelain shards. But he got up without stopping. His hands were pressed hard against the ground, and porcelain pieces were embedded in his palms, causing blood to flow.
"My child, my child's ashes are not here..."
"No, there are only relics. It's a pity, they are the real heroes."
Others realized something, and more footsteps came from the corridor.
On the side, the closed window next to the man opened, and the old woman walked to the window tremblingly on crutches.
"I am Hudson Helix, Mulaher's mother, and I have only one question for you. Will my son be brave in battle...?"