Chapter 370 Internal and External Troubles

The war in the void was still going on. At first, no one knew that the real evil had taken root inside Port Engili, but the empire's towering class barriers like walls effectively hindered Dan from becoming a powerful enough person.

During this period, it drove the gang leaders to expand forward with simple lies like the so-called chosen ones. Because the enemy gangs collapsed and the beastmen, genestealers and protestants who had been at the bottom of the strategy for many years were destroyed by the empire or the chaos, chaos During this period, Xiachao fell into a power vacuum.

Jean Dan's clever wisdom and psychic ability allowed him to quickly arrange to occupy the heads of other human leaders one after another. In just three and a half months, the lower nest has shown a frightening overall peace, and is called massacre. The strange cult of the church.

The power of faith allowed creatures like mortals to cast the subspace projection of their spirit and soul into Jean Dan's body. It began to become more powerful, and soon reached the level of an Alpha-level psyker feared by the Empire, but this was still not At the limit, if the attack by the red pirates hadn't caused all levels of the hive to be strictly sealed off, it might have already invaded the middle level.

But even so, its greed is as natural as its race's love to occupy the bodies of other creatures. It can be said that there is no difference between Dan, an ancient monster alien, and a demon greedy for souls. During this time, the members of the Hive City Gang also Realizing that worshiping the church of genocide recommended by their leader would give them strength.

As long as you wear the badges distributed by the church, you can get enough strength, your wounds can recover very quickly, you will no longer suffer from pain, you will not be afraid, and your shooting will be more accurate.

The Inquisition discovered this organization before the war with the Red Corsairs, but the Empire's large, twisted and too slow structure allowed them to spend about a few weeks observing the situation. When the Inquisition decided to attack, they notified Alan Bair , but both the Imperial Guard and the Inquisition underestimated the power of this church.

They relied on the fear of death, the lack of pain, the simple individual rocket launcher and the abnormal mutation that could tear apart flesh and blood with bare hands. They relied on the power of Jean Dan to repel several invasions of the Inquisition and secure the lower levels of the hive city. Completely divided.

When the news of the nest's independence and blockade reached the Imperial Guard, Alan Bair did not want to care about it, because in his eyes, the enemy was the Red Pirates. Secondly, the lower class people probably had a psyker who heard the news from the High Sky. Such a religious church was organized by the call of the powerful. In normal times, the army could press in and extinguish those stupid souls.

It's just that most of their elite combat power is now defending against the potential gang jumping of the red pirates. Following the vibrations from time to time, which are the damage caused by the bombing of the outer layer by enemy warships, Alan Bayer can't help but ask for the first time. Inquisitor Nova shouted.

"Why are you telling me this now?!" His emotions were a little out of control. It would be better to say that during most of the war, this lord devoted himself to solving most of the logistical problems, and every one of his seemingly crazy adventures, The premise is actually that there are no worries.

His living environment made it impossible for him to tolerate threats to his logistics base. Just like the old Skadi saying, before the soldiers and horses are moved, the food and grass must go first.

And he saw Judge Nova's surprised expression and said again. "I'm sorry, this thing bothers me a little. Those Imperial Marines are dying, and I can only stand still." It's not so much this group of people that makes him lose his temper, but rather the Red Pirates.

Nova did not answer. She wanted to give advice to the imperial officer as an inquisitor, but she could only produce a copy of the inquisition's investigation. "I'm not supposed to show you this, but."

There was a portrait of a man drawn on the kraft paper. It was reproduced with a servitor and was lifelike. At the same time, Alan Bayer knew this man. This man was the leader of the red flag gang that day.

At this moment, Alan Beyer was rubbing his temples and looking at his desk. He was suddenly distracted by an inexplicable gravity of fate, and then smiled bitterly.

Because now the vanguard troops of the Imperial Navy are sacrificing their lives, but he cannot do his job well when he is not on the front line. At the same time, the cause of this incident is... he once had a small conflict with the Inquisition.

He felt a sense of powerlessness, not because he was really weak, but because of this dark and terrifying universe, the huge empire, the dazzling array of enemies that dazzled him, and the unclear butterfly effect that seemed unchangeable.

The Imperial Guard could no longer draw out its combat power, and it was difficult to move in large-scale deployments, but he needed to solve the problem, and he looked at the portrait in front of him. "Are these the contradictions he gathered?" Alan Bayer asked.

Nova answered. "According to the Acolyte's investigation, it seems that the entire rebellion now revolves around this man. Of course, he promotes himself as the spokesperson of the Emperor, and the Lord of Humanity regards the lower-level mutants as citizens of the Empire. Such ridiculous heretical declarations, etc."

"It's stupid, but such a declaration can win people's hearts quickly. It's hard for me to evaluate whether those words are really stupid, but..." Alan Bair looked out the window at the dark sky of the nest city.

"He has to die. Arrange for Vindicare. I know you have prepared that thing for me. My intelligence network is enough to detect most of the movements in this sector. If killing this man can make things disappear, then Zhong Lao It can also reduce control costs.”

Inquisitor Nova nodded. "The Tribunal is already preparing, and Vindicare is approaching its lair at the moment..."

This decision was both crazy and rational. An assassination was used to wipe out the pain and worry for the huge empire. When the assassin fell from the sky to the gang base where Dan was, the silent hovercraft made anyone who dared to tarnish the honor of the empire unaware that the killer was falling.

The Vindicare assassin activated his optical mimicry, and a dark curtain covered his body. The black tights on the male assassin's body turned into part of the night sky in an instant.

And following the zipline to land on the shabby base, the Vindicare assassin did not hesitate or complain. His emotions had long been stripped away by the empire, and now only obedience and no regrets remained. Even if he was ordered to kill an unknown nest gang leader, he would not care or complain about tarnishing his skills.

However, it was still easy to sneak in here, because the gang had almost no air defense means, and the camouflaged anti-gravity hovercraft could quickly maneuver here. Because of this, the assassin saved a lot of time and energy.

He took out the dark-colored spear behind him. This weapon, called the Extermination Rifle, was customized according to the assassin's specific requirements. This balanced and perfect, independently crafted rifle will never jam or overheat, and will never weaken or falter.

The precision machine spirit built into the Extermination series of weapons is sleek and brutal, an echo of the person who wields the weapon. In the hands of their talented masters, these rifles have led to the end of countless heretics.

The Extermination series of weapons uses ammunition made of special gravity field alloys to penetrate almost all known defenses. Even through ceramic steel plates, it still has amazing lethality. The Extermination Rifle can accurately kill a Chaos Space Marine with one shot.

The assassin skillfully wiped the accurate telescope on his partner, and then made those preparations. He took out the weapon to open the fragile lock on the roof of the building and then set up the gun.

Under his body, no one realized that the nightmare was beside him. After a few quick muffled sounds of the silencer, the lock cracked, and several gang members watching below looked around, wondering if they had heard it wrong.

After they left, the assassin opened the window of the rooftop and jumped down. With a beautiful force-dissipating move, he rolled over and landed easily across five or six meters.

He moved forward quickly, because when he entered here, this operation had a time limit. The longer he delayed, the greater the risk.

The aucmagraph inside his mask quickly constructed the information of the buildings here, and then directly transmitted it to his head through the mask connected to the temple, as if he had more eyes.

At this point, the dense guards changing shifts could not detect him. His infrared detection and aucmagraph pointed out his target early. His sophisticated penetration technology and stealth ability allowed him to bypass most of the careless gang members.

He knew this place very well. Even the places that the oldest gang members did not know, he also knew completely with the help of the equipment. When he came to the hall through an abandoned ventilation duct, he raised his gun and aimed at the gang leader who was feasting on his meal.

The man was about four meters tall at the moment. He was not fat, but definitely not normal. He looked like an enlarged Ogryn, with a thick body and muscles, and a baked giant rodent was like an appetizer in front of him.

The entire dining table, which was almost three meters long, was just a single table for him. At the same time, countless gang members stuffed roasted food in front of him without even using plates, and the assassin noticed that there were many strange skeletons among the food remains, similar to the human skeletons he knew.

It was just so twisted and terrifying that the thinker array in his head also locked the similarities between this monster and the gang leader, because through facial analysis, their skeletons were the same. Although he didn't know why this person's body swelled so much in such a short time, he understood that killing him would complete the mission, and that was enough.

The assassin took a shooting stance, his thighs wrapped around the narrow vent, through the metal fence, the muzzle of the gun passed through the gaps, and at the same time his skeleton mask kept collecting information to ensure that he could aim at the vital points of this huge body, but his psychic detector began to constantly warn that there was a psychic reaction here.

The assassin had no time to delay, he had wasted a lot of the Emperor's patience along the way, but when he aimed at this behemoth, the information collected by the bird divination instrument indicated that the creature in front of him was not human.

An absurd idea flashed through his mind, but he was sure that this was not groundless. He turned on his infrared mode, and at this moment the mechanical eye helped him see the situation of this man clearly. It was a bunch of worms that kept wriggling, and his equipment quickly told him that this was a group of biological groups, and killing a single individual was useless.

However, the assassin's natural fear and surprise had long been removed. He simply replaced the projectile with a high-temperature dragon breath bullet used against the aliens based on experience. After it embedded in the target, it would explode violently, emitting fierce heat to kill any carbon-based creatures, even against the indestructible exoskeleton armor of the Tyranids.

He pulled out the magazine and quickly replaced the bullets. The alien was still feasting. The assassin replaced the equipment, raised it, aimed, held his breath, and then, bang.

A bullet passed through the hall piled with scrap metal and rags, passed by many servants who served it, and drilled into the chest of the leader who was eating, and then in an instant, violent light and heat exploded like a star inside it, and countless twisted worms scattered out.

But the assassin felt that it was still not enough. He risked firing multiple times, one shot after another, until the magazine was empty. The hall had turned into a sea of ​​worm fire. Those loyal servants were screaming, and this perverted alien was also burned by the Emperor's flames to the point that it could no longer maintain its human form.

The assassin was ready to leave at this point, but he suddenly realized that his body had become unable to move. After a violent feeling, he felt that his head was about to be torn apart. He let out an irresistible, painful gasp, and then his body opened the grille of the vent and jumped into the sea of ​​fire.

The height of tens of meters broke his reinforced thigh, making a clear cracking sound, while he still moved forward, blood dragging on the bright red carpet, and flames attached to his tights.

He did not continue to scream, because compared to the pain just now, it was nothing at this moment. When he maintained his willpower and raised the extermination pistol on his waist, his arm trembled under the Alpha-level psychic power, and slowly pointed it at his head.

After the sound of a bang, the assassin's head turned into a group of bright red flowers...

I don't know if it was because shooting really had an effect on the worms, or if his willpower was so strong that it was terrifying. In a few seconds, he successfully raised his weapon and committed suicide. His soul was free at this moment.

Let Danze gather together in flames. The high temperature and explosion forced it to disperse to reduce the risk of individual death by pressure, but the shooting just now caused it to lose almost 30%. Anger made it want to eat this human to vent its anger and obtain his memory at the same time, but it seems that it has underestimated the willpower of the human race.

After using psychic power to restore its form with great difficulty, it realized that the Empire had noticed it. At this time, it could no longer hide. This time it was an assassin, and next time it would be the Imperial Army, Space Marines, and the Extermination Order.

It dragged its burning body and pushed open the door of the hall, shouting to the gang members who were gathering and preparing to rescue the leader.

"Boys, get ready, the holy war is about to begin!"