hotmtlnovel Chapter 131 Battle for Treasures
Chapter 131 Battle for Treasures
The Fountain of Fortune was lying quietly in the dock. In the luxuriously decorated prison, Outlet was sitting on a soft sofa with a look of despair on his face.
What the hell is this thing called? I can get caught even if I go out for a meal.
Looking around, the tall paintings and exquisite decorations make this room high-end and elegant. Among the carved beams and painted pillars, there are many treasures placed on display racks.
The dim lights and special incense give the whole room a graceful and luxurious atmosphere.
If it weren't for the two fierce pirates sitting in front of him, Outlet would almost think that he was a noble noble.
"You two, we should...have no grudges. Do you have anything to do with me?"
Outlet is quite calm, at least his treatment is pretty good, so he should be here to do something with him.
"Of course I want you to turn back your prodigal son and return to the embrace of justice." Sivana's gentle smile was completely inconsistent with the murderous aura she had erupted when she arrested her.
Outlets had goosebumps all over my body.
"Embrace of justice, listen to yourselves what you are saying? How can there be justice in this world? Chaos? Empire? Eldar? Or the Greater Good?"
Outlets did not see the change in the look of the "interrogator" across from the seat as he imagined.
Seems like a hopeless fanatic type.
Outlets thought like this and was already ready to face some kind of chicken thieves sect and inquisitors.
"In this war-torn galaxy, of course there is no absolute justice. But there is still relative justice for one's own race." Sivana's voice was incompatible with this luxurious environment.
"We follow the justice of the human race, facing all enemies and shedding the last drop of blood. Now, we invite you to join us for the future of the human race." Siwana was almost reciting what Yifeng had given her. Her quotations, such words coming from a pirate's mouth are really unconvincing.
Outlets pouted, what die-hards from the empire are still here performing the drama of enduring humiliation and moving forward.
"Do I have a choice?"
"What do you think?"
Another day of being controlled by others.
Outlets didn't panic. His backhand was behind him. As such a "hot" figure, how could he not have some preparations?
"You don't have to be picky. Who am I? A gangster. You act like I'm a good citizen who came to join the army."
Outlet has a clear self-awareness of himself. With his ability and past, he has a promising future, the kind of life sentence.
"If you are willing to use your ability to help us, we can completely accept you, and you will have a very high status. I can make this promise to you now on my own initiative."
"Your empire really has no shame. Is there any difference between your promises and farts?" Outlets sneered, looking at the two people sitting opposite him with a bit of provocation.
"...We are not from the Human Empire..." Before Sivana could finish speaking, Outlet's words followed.
"Chaos believers also have the nerve to say that they are for mankind. You are simply synonymous with (cutie)."
The two pirates were speechless for a while.
"We work for the Chapter Astartes, a Chapter...that remembers the Emperor's wishes."
Outlets seemed to have heard some shocking joke and burst out laughing.
Astartes?
Isn't that synonymous with old-fashioned? A bunch of stupid guys who don't even know who they are working for.
As someone who has been around this chaotic area where forces are entangled for a long time, Outlet clearly knows that none of these guys are good people.
The two pirates didn't want to argue with the outlet, so they simply and rudely pulled over a large screen and surround sound system, and then they walked out.
For the next four hundred hours, the whispers from Yifeng's professional program almost drove the psyker out of his mind.
Professional matters should be left to professionals.
Siwana and Suowari were sitting leisurely in the command room, ready to leave and run away.
It's not that they have completely given up on the precious Typhon heavy siege artillery tank, but they are afraid that there will be trouble on the planet. If they want to escape by boat, it will affect other ships in the space port. It would be too dangerous.
The Fountain of Fortune slowly left the spaceport and then circled the planet, waiting for the incident to subside.
We have professional treasure hunters, and good treasures cannot escape.
In fact, it's not just the Fountain of Fortune. Many battleships have left the space port. Even in space, huge explosions can be seen below.
The auction house was really protected by big bosses and it was not affected, but after the goods were taken out, it was not so peaceful.
The Dark Mechanicum captured this precious relic.
A group of greenskins from the Blood Ax clan were the first to take action. These guys fell in love with this very waaaaagh thing at a glance.
A fierce exchange of fire broke out between the heretical mechanical creations and the furious Orcs. The terrifying heat waves spread one after another, while more and more forces gathered around them.
The pirates were eager to try, and there was nothing they dared not do. The cunning red pirates secretly hid aside, preparing to take advantage of the chaos to steal the tank.
As long as they can enter it, they will immediately start communicating with the machine soul and drive this terrifying weapon to break through.
But things never work out as they planned.
No one thought that the first support to come here was from the Blood Ax Clan.
The greenskins rode an assembled version of the red armored vehicle and crashed into a row of shanty houses, then rushed onto the street and headed straight for the battlefield.
The members of the Dark Mechanicus fought and walked, the Death Storm Gatling carried on their shoulders firing continuously, forming a line of death fire.
The greenskins' big tutu were also roaring, and countless stray bullets destroyed the surrounding area.
No one cares about these things, their eyes are fixed on the Typhon heavy siege tank.
In the distance, the big robot at the auction house is recording all this.
He is a person who wants to survive at all costs, and he chose mechanical ascension to survive. And his master Zhengxiao watched the interesting battle in front of the screen with interest.
Drinking a glass of blood-floating wine, the fallen nobleman Hiracrisi is a powerful figure here. As the saying goes, strong dragons cannot suppress local snakes. Pirates come and go in batches. Only the fallen nobles living here can safely establish industries.
As a local boss, he naturally has sufficient martial virtue. Although his robot troops are not as good as the Astartes, they are extremely numerous.
Many people will become his mechanical army, including those who owe him money, captured prisoners, those who are willing to sell themselves for eternal life, madmen, and neglected poor people...
He was considering whether he should join the carnival at the end of the battle.
The robot army is being awakened and ready to go from his secret base.
Sivana was also thinking about how to steal this Typhon heavy siege artillery tank and then run away directly.
Before she could think about it, a battleship jumped out of the subspace and flew straight towards the world. The Fountain of Fortune had to dodge.
Goodbye, the Chaos Warriors are coming.
Sivana calmed down and directed the warships to stay away from those warships that were billowing black smoke.
Hurry up and find Yifeng and the others. Now there is no question of whether to steal or not. Let these Chaos warriors rob it and put it into the Chaos warship. Everything will be gone.
Ever since, special psychic beacons were placed.
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Countless professional mechanics are running around on the Eternal Mountain, making statistics and estimating the production line construction costs, preparing to measure and plan the establishment of a new area to build a production line for Krogers defense turrets.
Regarding this ancient and convoluted translation, our wise and powerful leader Yifeng Chapter issued an instruction: it must be changed to a down-to-earth name.
Those from Jie Difu are also fine.
After we brainstormed and summarized the proposals of several Oglins who had not studied prenatal education.
We decided to call this historic ion weapon:
Ion storm.
In the observation cabin of the battleship, Yifeng silently looked at the dark starry sky ahead. Even with the enhanced vision of the Astartes, it was difficult to see the wandering planet clearly. Only the image of the bird servant clearly showed its location.
Do you think Yifeng is thinking of some earth-shattering plan or is he compassionately considering whether to discuss coexistence issues with the races in that world?
Absolutely impossible.
The big son of Jaghatai Khan was just estimating the distance between him and the enemy.
Calculate how long it will take before you can drive the reconnaissance plane out to go boating.
Slowly, the light in front gradually grew larger, and the outline of a planet could be vaguely seen.
The battleship began to slow down, and a large number of spaceships roared out of the battleship hangar.
Not long after, after eight laps of racing and three rounds of stunts around the planet, the soldiers were convinced that this was an extremely low-level and backward civilized world.
Yifeng led several new scouts to the surface of the planet and moved along the heavy machinery area discovered by Bird Servant.
After traveling about seven kilometers, Yifeng saw a huge pit in which countless machines had been abandoned, and there was even disgusting mucus around it.
There seemed to be living things in the machinery that had not been opened for who knows how many years.
The experienced Yifeng immediately told the new recruits to retreat and stepped forward to try to open the door.
The mechanical door, which was corroded by the subspace energy, was quickly destroyed by Yifeng.
The space inside was dark and damp, and there was a strange creature that kept laughing "Jie Jie Jie Jie".
It's hopeless, let's blow it up.
Coming here is a waste of disinfectant.
The bipolar cyclone torpedo ruthlessly destroys the entire planet. After countless years of flight, the large disintegrated fragments may arrive in a certain world and become the sustenance of a good wish, or they may be ruthlessly blasted into smaller fragments by missiles. piece.
The Eternal Mountain set off back to the world of Atris, but received news on the way. Roger said "sadly" that only 7 of this batch of twenty Space Wolf reserve personnel insisted on returning to the base. Starting today, , Atris has wolves.
On the ice sheet of Atris, the recruits who had just returned to the base were recuperating.
These most powerful warriors took the first steps towards becoming the Space Marines of the Space Wolves.
Accepting the wolf spiral gene is just the beginning. The subsequent transformation will be more difficult and the trials will be more demanding.
There are two most common ways to increase the gene-seed of the Astartes.
The first is to put one seed in and two out of the Astartes. For example, a battle group with only half the success rate of transformation will basically not have a surplus of seeds. The seeds are implanted in the recruits, even if they have not reached the last step. If it is taken out again, there will be slight mutations, and the accumulated seeds cannot be used.
The second method is the multiplication method during the great army building. One seed is selected and then multiplied into two by unique slaves. This stage only takes five years and the success rate is very high to establish a war group.
But the Wolf Spiral is different. It's really gone after you eat it. It's impossible to extract it. You can only see the wolf running around in the wilderness.
A survival rate of 35% is absolutely unacceptable. If this continues, the war group will perish.
Rogier didn't care and stubbornly maintained the test method of the strongest warrior.
There are only 13 wolves. There will be more deaths due to cannibalism. The warriors also have a trial, which is to go to the ice field alone and tame a wolf. Normally it is the wolf king, but now It doesn't matter these few, the wolves will come back with the warrior, and then fight side by side with him until death.
Just like in an ordinary battle group, those who failed to transform but did not die became combat servants to assist the Space Marines in combat.
Our Rogier has now begun to think about what his Dalian should be called.
Expansion, immense expansion.
In the Hazy Star Territory, William is dealing with a supply depot for Chaos forces. He has recently been wandering around the subspace channels around Lang Juxu, occasionally cleaning up (looting) the surrounding hostile forces.
In the past few days, William has taken away many, many chaos creations and thrown them to certain forging worlds.
Therefore, William has also laid a good foundation for cooperation with Forge World.
At this time, the battlefield has entered the cleaning stage. The supply depot without Chaos warriors is vulnerable. All it takes is to run away before enemy reinforcements arrive.
"Brother William, the signal map has received an emergency sign. It is the kind of sign where precious things appear but will be lost soon."
"Let's go and have a look." William made a prompt decision and led his fleet into the subspace. The remaining Chaos supply depots were simply and rudely blown up.
Now William has two strike cruisers and the battle barge Stern Alert, which are more powerful than Yifeng. Countless recruits transformed from the recruit tanks on these battleships have naturally entered William's army.
He also swelled.
The powerful fleet headed towards the flashing subspace mark, and saw a pirate ship on the way.
Of course, when encountering such a terrifying Astartes fleet, the pirate ship immediately turned around and fled.
The soldiers on the battleship are all ready for battle. Although there are not many Terminators under William's command, only about fifty sets, there are many warriors with jet packs who can carry out close assaults. ,
At Mandeville Point, a powerful battleship jumped out, and at a glance they saw the Chaos Strike Cruiser parked on the space port.
Three against one, I have the advantage.
The battleships immediately surrounded him. No matter what treasures there were, if the enemy battleships were killed, no one could escape.
William was still cautious and sent the 10th company to the planet to investigate whose territory it was and whether there would be follow-up support.
Now the planet is once again in chaos.
Why do you say it again, because everyone is used to it.
Rich people will buy real estate at the core of fallen nobles and powerful forces, which is equivalent to a refuge in times of chaos. The price is very expensive, and you should pay a protection fee.
The slaves at the bottom simply depend on fate.
The wildest Orks have become more and more excited. They have reached outside the city and can fight at will.
The troops of the fallen nobleman Heracles followed far behind, carrying out mushroom shoveling operations. The bodies of dead orcs must be destroyed immediately.
The corpses of the Dark Mechanicus are everywhere, and the broken metal and traces of Chaos corrosion are causing headaches for Herakrisi's troops. It will cost a lot of money to clean up these things, and the protection fee will be higher this year.
In the sky, the empty head capsule crashed into the ground like a meteor with flames and fury. A group of Chaos warriors came to the planet and gradually approached the battlefield.
The big green-skinned orc trucks were speeding across the wasteland loaded with precious tanks. The forts above were firing arrogantly, and the green-skinned orcs were shouting Waaaaaagh very loudly.
The green man who was driving saw a person suddenly appearing in front of him. He was neither human nor ghost, and he was a bright red thing with a little black body rushing towards him.
"What the hell, I thought you couldn't hit me."
"Boom~~~~" The sound of impact was shocking, and the sound of broken metal made countless pursuers tremble.
The Chaos Warrior did not hit the big truck, but he only needed to hit the metal plate of this armored vehicle.
The body of the Khorne warrior was deeply embedded in the big truck. The greenskin in the driver's seat looked at the Chaos warrior who put his big face in front of it with a surprised look.
"My brother has an iron crotch, and here's my machete."
The Chaos warriors who had become Khorne gave the greenskins no chance. His face had completely transformed into that of a Khorne demon, with sharp teeth exuding the smell of blood, and the demon's mouth filled with black mist bit the green skin in front of him to death in one bite.
The entire truck began to lose control, then crashed around, got stuck on the road by a boulder, and then rolled over on its side.
The pursuing troops who followed were naturally overjoyed. The four troops were clearly distinguished. They were the Dark Eldar who came to fight, the Dark Mechanicus who came to snatch back their auction items, a group of pirate greenskins from other clans who came here to rob, and another. A troop of fallen noble Discoboa.
There are also disputes among the fallen nobles, and they naturally want some powerful weapons that can easily break through their opponents' fortresses.
The Chaos Warriors of Khorne successfully intercepted the Armored Vehicle of the Bloodaxe Clan, and the six factions began to fight each other, with no one giving way.
The warriors of Khorne went crazy and cut down with the greenskins. Several Dark Eldar killed stupid enemies gracefully, as if they were dancing with death. The troops of the fallen nobles had strict military discipline, and the arrays were maintained in the best way. Only by keeping their senses and holding on to their courage could humans have a chance to fight with these groups. Guys fight.
In space, William led the soldiers to attack the Chaos battleships feverishly. Capturing a strike cruiser was already a big profit for them.
Siwana avoided the fierce battleship group and waited for the battle to end to make contact.
But what happened was counterproductive. At this moment, a gap opened at Mandeville Point behind the Fountain of Fortune, and another strike cruiser rushed out of the subspace.
A group of traitors from the Imperial Fists then came here. They were traitors to the Empire. They had not fallen into the embrace of the subspace, and had no special beliefs. They still rigidly followed the guidance of the Think Tank and fought everywhere.
It was just a matter of hacking to death a few inquisitors, and then letting the black ships of the inquisition run back to report the news.
A wanderer in the gray area.
They were just no longer loyal to the Human Empire, which was responsible for the mission of making nonsense every day, and also framed and suspected the Astartes from time to time. They had no intention of joining Chaos.
Now their think tank directed them here, but didn't tell them what to do. when they arrived.
All the soldiers were a little confused.
What are you doing here? A battle between galactic forces? Who should I help? No matter what, let’s go over there first.
Sivana's battleship was struck by a spear for no apparent reason and had to evacuate out of the waterway.
The Iron Jungle also broke away from the melee, intercepting the battlefield and the newly entered warships to conduct a demonstration and warning.
At this time, the communication channel took the initiative to send it.
The leader of the opponent coldly introduced his origin. The 7th Company of the Breath of Stone Chapter was a sub-group of the Imperial Fists. It had conflicts with the Empire and therefore began to work alone.
Now they call themselves Stone Will.
The two sides engaged in a nutritious and boring tug-of-war, mainly because these guys were just stalling for time.
The reason is that when the distance between the two warships is getting closer and closer, and both sides are eager to try, their think tanks once again fell into the prophecy.
The red Milky Way ran through the entire field of vision, and the sea of stars began to pour into "sea water". These transparent liquids slowly immersed the think tank's body.
The think tank's eyes exuded psychic energy fluctuations, scanning everything around him ruthlessly.
In the prophecy world, he is now unable to move. He can only see more and more liquid beginning to cover him. Under his feet, various strange colors begin to change inexplicably, dragging him down.
The red river surged forward and began to rotate with the think tank as the center. A large amount of transparent liquid was wrapped up, and it seemed to distort the color blocks on the soles of the feet.
The think tank was in the center of the vortex, and no liquid overflowed for a while.
There were sounds of strange animals in the sky, like crows and gulls.
I don’t know how long it took, but the ground suddenly trembled.
Think Tank had difficulty standing still, his whole body was extremely weak, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
He used up almost all his spiritual energy to force himself to open his eyes wide and carefully write down every prophetic message.
But he was too weak to see more information.