Infinite Metaverse

Hovia Industrial World.

The fragmented Third Legion and the fleets of the two Legion Archons gathered in this industrial world where highly toxic chemicals flowed freely. Six warships, carefully painted and decorated by the Emperor's Children, were parked quietly in space orbit.

The distance between each other is neither far nor close.

The Heart of Pride is a Retribution-class battleship. Its bridge is layered and majestic, polished and decorated with gold, jasper and peridot.

The dazzling firelight burned in the iron cage, casting rolling and twisted shadows on the polished stone slabs. Mortal slaves with their ears cut off and their eyes dug out lined up in a stiff queue, walking slowly and numbly. Their spines were affected by the implanted implants. Curved by pain amplifiers, their shaved scalps are branded with tattoos of their owners' names.

"Ta-ta-ta-dang-dang-dang..."

Below the deck, there are giant sonic engines, emitting never-ending harmonics and vibrations. These demonic engines are tightly tied by thick iron chains, but they never stand still for a moment. They are filled with crazy machine spirits, eager to be deployed on the battlefield. .

Sitting on the bridge was Eidolon, the chief lord commander of the Emperor's Children.

(PS: "Lord Commander" is another form of title for "Legion Archon", which is popular within the Emperor's Children Legion.)

Eidolon's standard bearer and lieutenant, an ugly noise warrior, scanned the planet from the void, the orchestrator cackled, his head like a pale and swollen electronic music synthesizer.

"Slaves," he muttered, "more slaves."

"Yes, more slaves."

Eidolon said:

"But not yet, there's another obstacle."

The loose flesh hanging on old Eidolon's face was like a pool of nearly melted paraffin, and his long, tarnished white hair was scattered around his head. He rolled his two gray-white eyes and looked at the communications crew on the bridge, saying :

"Approval of communication request."

The crew hunched over the communications array.

On a display screen surrounded by white pearls and fine gemstones, a blue holographic projection lit up, and the gold-plated helmet of another Legion Archon appeared. The purple and gold colors on the ceramic shell of the power armor had been damaged by the war, and the blood stains had dried. The spots mingled with the black smear of battle.

"Lord Commander Akolion."

Eidolon greeted him, gave a perfunctory salute, and then said with a hint of ridicule:

"You look really awful."

"This is the result of my battle with the false emperor's lackeys. Lord Commander Eidolon, if the Primarch is still here, then he will see my loyalty."

Acolleone replied.

His deep voice was calmer and more military, without the exaggerated style and ups and downs of the chants of the nobles of Chemos and followers of Slaanesh.

"Loyalty? Hahahaha..."

Eidolon couldn't help but laugh:

"Loyalty? How ironic. You and I are both traitors. What kind of 'loyalty' are you talking about with me? People who have no brains and can't think talk about bullshit loyalty!"

Acolion said angrily:

"Fulgrim will return eventually! I am loyal to my original body and act according to his wishes. This is loyalty. He just went to a certain demon world. He is not dead!"

Eidolon pretended to suddenly realize:

"Oh, really? Then if you see him in the Eye of Fear, please be sure to convey my heartfelt regards."

"You don't need to tell me, I will tell you everything truthfully!"

After choking Eidolon, Acorion continued:

"Before Lord Phoenix returns, I propose that you and I jointly lead the Third Legion. The planet below will be used as a neutral zone. Let's discuss the specific matters of this cooperation... and the future of the legion. What do you think? "

"Haha, this planet... I like it."

Eidolon laughed hoarsely.

"Huh, in that case, I'll take it as your consent. I'll send you the coordinates and we'll meet on the surface."

After the other party finished speaking, the holographic projection went out.

Only a blur of gray static remained on the communication array's display screen, and the communication signal was interrupted.

"Will you go see him?"

the adjutant asked lazily.

"Of course I do, bro."

Eidolon had a disgustingly affectionate expression on his face.

"On Hovia? Will he share command?"

the adjutant asked.

"That's exactly what he said just now."

Eidolon said.

The orchestrator was silent for a moment and said:

"I don't believe him."

"LOL, really?"

Eidolon chuckled and said words that he didn't mean:

"Then you have to learn to trust, brother, because we are all part of the Legion, and we must unite and not fight separately like the World Eaters and the Night Lords. Set the landing coordinate parameters - let me hear what he has to say What."

…

Su Zhenghao, combat conference room.

Fu Qinghai announced to several core members of the company the target of the subsequent operation - Eidolon.

"The Emperor's Children were one of the first legions to retreat after the failure of the siege of Terra. At the same time, they did not split into several warbands according to different companies like the Night Lords, and the organization was relatively intact, so..."

Fu Qinghai paused:

"So we may encounter a fleet that is larger than ours."

The Space Marines present looked serious.

For wars in science fiction IPs, space naval battles can be said to be the prerequisite for all battles such as gang-hopping to seize ships, orbital airborne landings, and urban street battles. If space naval battles are completely one-sided, then other battles will be very passive.

Fu Qinghai continued:

"I don't know what the situation is on the Hovia side. If the enemy's fleet does exceed ours, then I will take a more radical course of action because..."

His eyes were full of murderous intent, and his voice was cold and biting:

"Because Eidolon must die!"

Unlike the Night Lords, during the Horus Heresy, except for the decisive battle at the siege of Terra, the White Scars and the Midnight Lords did not fight much. The main people who fought against the Midnight Lords were the Dark Angels, the Faceless Prince, the Smiling Lord, Fu I don’t even know Qinghai.

But he was too familiar with the Emperor's Children. The White Scars and the Emperor's Children were the main opponents during the rebellion. The Third Legion united with multiple legions to encircle the White Scars, intending to prevent the White Scars from returning to Terra for support.

During the Great Crusade, Eidolon's command skills were extremely low, and he probably only became the Archon of the Legion because of his mindless kneeling and licking of the Primarch.

During the Great Rebellion, Eidolon's only commendable personal achievement was to kill Qin Xia by modifying his throat.

The latter is what all white scars have always been worried about.

It's always unpleasant when a hero dies at the hands of a scumbag.

"The famous traitor who led the team to encircle and suppress the Loyalists in the battle on Istvan III. I remember his name."

Joestar said with a cold voice.

"Eidolon was with Fulgrim during the massacre at the landing site on planet Istvan V. I remember him too."

Satfran, who had always been taciturn, suddenly spoke.

"Very good." Fu Qinghai nodded:

"Since everyone has a grudge, this operation is codenamed: War Criminals Expedition."

…

The meeting place chosen by the two legion governors was a plain with a radius of about five kilometers, located in the center of a manufacturing factory that was once the size of an entire continent.

War had struck the industrial world of Hovia long before the arrival of the Emperor's Children, and the vast forges had been reduced to molten dregs, still smoldering long after the original traitors turned the fight elsewhere. burn.

It had been refining and processing chemical products for the growing Imperium of Mankind, and most of the machines they used had been torn apart, blown to pieces by orbital bombardments, and crushed into hot dust by the iron hooves of armored forces.

Some of the factories that remained intact now operate without supervision, pumping colorful chemical waste into a boiling lava beneath the industrial world's eternal winter. Seas of arsenic hissed away at the coastline, while smoke still billowed like torches from burned-out towers.

Two teams of the Emperor's Children met on the black land where sewage flowed. On one side were the huge, well-armored Hades-type terminators-the Phoenix Guards. On the other side is a staggering, hunched-backed figure with enlarged and proliferated organs, an infusion tube inserted under the skin and bleeding constantly - the Noise Warrior!

Standing at the front of the team is Eidolon himself. His over-modified body is slightly bulky. His thick cloak flutters in the hot chemical wind. His long white hair hangs down close to his scalp. He holds a handful of sparkling power in his gauntlets. Thunder hammer, wearing a strange accordion grille on the breastplate.

His fat and wrinkled throat seemed to overflow from the inside of his collar, loose and moist, like the grouse in ancient Terra who inhaled and puffed up their breasts to court a mate. The bitter air of the world.

The adjutant glanced at the Phoenix Guards in front of him, but did not find another legion consul, and couldn't help but ask:

"Where's Acorion? Where's your commander?"

The Phoenix Guards were silent and said nothing.

Eidolon slowly raised the power thunder hammer, stared at the slowly moving dark haze in the distance, and said:

"Isn't he already here?"

The adjutant looked confused. He looked up at the surrounding ruins, scratched his fingers on the funeral speaker, and said:

"I do not see it……"

The rest of the words were drowned out by a sudden roar from the north of the plain, an echoing rumble as loud as a cannon, shaking the ground beneath their feet as the towers fell to the ground, crumbling into rubble and shattered by the armored vehicles lurking within.

Dense spots of light appeared on the horizon - the helmet visors and tactical gun lights of Space Marines, reflecting the outlines of the motorcycles, tanks and armored vehicles of the Third Legion.

The Phoenix Guards in front of them suddenly waved their power halberds and power knives, their iron boots stepped deeply into the black dust, and they all charged towards the Noise Warriors.

"It's really a trap!"

The orchestral musicians shouted loudly and began to play hard with their fingers. The funeral speakers buzzed and trembled, and the volume became louder and louder until it was enough to tear muscle and metal. Invisible psychic sound waves scraped off the gold and purple paint from the Phoenix Guards' bodies. .

"Ha ha ha ha."

Eidolon laughed as expected. He quickly took a few steps back to avoid the Phoenix Guards' sharp attack. He lowered his head and said in the internal communication channel:

"attack!"

The order was immediately responded to. Legion troops belonging to Eidolon emerged from their hiding places in the south of the plain, forming a charge towards each other. The Land Raiders and Predator tanks immediately broke free from the covering camouflage, and the clanking iron shoes were crushed. Pressure forward and fire violently at targets within range.

Eidolon turned to greet the Phoenix Guards.

"Where are you, Lord Commander Akolion?"

Eidolon yelled into the public channel, wielding the power thunder hammer, and plunged directly into the opponent's vanguard.

"Do you still want to discuss loyalty with me?"

…

Meanwhile, space orbits.

The three Hades-class heavy cruisers quickly turned around, seized a favorable position, and fired blazing light and dense macro cannons at a Retribution-class battleship and two Moon-class cruisers.

However, the opponent was also well prepared. The void shield raised in advance blocked and defused the incoming lasers and artillery shells one by one, and quickly started the sublight engine, adjusted the fleet's position, and began to maneuver, preparing for a long-planned and fierce counterattack.

The fleets of both sides were going back and forth in space, and the fight was very lively. Akolion's purpose was very clear - to hold back the Heart of Pride, not to let the fleet interfere with the ambush on the ground, and vowed to attack the enemy on the surface of the industrial world. Eidolon kills!

…

The Phoenix Guards resisted the Noise Warriors' psychic screams and refused to give an inch. Armored units from both sides chased and shot each other among the ruins of the industrial world.

Squadrons of Thunderhawk gunships swooped down from the clouds, dropping high-explosive incendiary bombs and laser beams across the landscape.

The Contemptor Dreadnought struts into the battlefield, spitting out molten flames and tearing apart everything with its power claws.

Eidolon's hammer smashed into the body of a Space Marine, shattering his breastplate and throwing the body high into the air. Eidolon then swept the power thunder hammer and knocked another warrior to the ground.

"Acolleone, where are you hiding?"

Eidolon raised his hammer and shouted:

"Come out and face me, you coward!"

"You are unworthy of leading the Emperor's Children, you ugly thing!"

Akolion's voice came, and he finally appeared in front of the Noise Warrior. He was guarded by the Phoenix Guards, holding a crackling power sword in his hand, striding among the burning ruins, the air It was filled with crazy screams, occasionally mixed with the painful wails of people whose flesh and blood had been ablated.

A duel between the two legionnaires was imminent.

At this moment, in the sky shrouded by dark clouds, a few shining light spots lit up slightly. Then, the light spots became bigger and brighter, and finally turned into huge meteors...

It's a drop warehouse!

The two sides in the battle looked up and were briefly shocked by the sudden scene. At this moment, the fleets on both sides were fighting each other in space. There was no time to launch an orbital airdrop, not to mention that the space warriors on both sides were currently on the surface... …

"boom--"

The airborne pod sprayed out recoil flames in mid-air, and after slowing down slightly, it slammed into the ruins and the battlefield, directly smashing several Dreadnought mechas and multiple armored vehicles into a mess of twisted scrap metal. , the drop cabin itself was also damaged a lot, but the hatch still opened with a bang, and then he jumped out of it with the white scars of the pulse bolter and the Fat Man launcher!

As pulse bombs swept across the battlefield, micro-nuclear bombs were thrown in all directions, setting off a new round of explosions and killings.

A new party joins!

A three-party melee began.

…

Above the clouds, two white-and-red-painted Thunderhawk gunboats were chasing four purple-and-gold Thunderhawk gunboats in a dogfight. Although the term "dogfight" is inappropriate for such a large flying vehicle, because the Thunderhawk As an orbital transport and landing vehicle, gunships' large size makes it difficult for them to perform complex maneuvers, especially within the planet's atmosphere.

Their pilots, however, are White Scars.

Rolling, lifting, diving... The improved combat cannon fired wildly. The shells shuttled between the wings and the turbofans. The red light beam of the turbolaser penetrated the clouds. The six gunboats chased each other, tearing up the clouds and setting off wake.

Fu Qinghai, who was in the cabin, couldn't express his pain.

The Emperor's Children are fighting another civil war!

It was originally a joyful thing to see, but the timing of entering the battlefield was not chosen by Fu Qinghai himself. The Suzheng and Liema were discovered by two fleets of the Emperor's Children just as they approached the Hovia Industrial World.

The six battleships that were originally entangled in a life-and-death fight seemed to have turned their guns in an instant to attack the White Scar fleet after a brief exchange. The Suzheng only had time to hurriedly release a batch of drop pods and two Thunderhawk gunboats, and then Just above the orbit, they fired naval guns at the Emperor's fleet.

Fu Qinghai pushed open the side hatch of the Thunder Eagle gunboat, and the roaring wind instantly poured into the cabin. He glanced down and saw that the two gunboats were gradually approaching the center of the battlefield of the Emperor's Civil War, so he shouted loudly on the communication channel Roar:

"Lower the altitude, ignore the other gunships, release the Space Marines to land first, and then return to the battleship!"

The two white-red Thunderhawk gunboats suddenly sank, instantly breaking away from the dogfight with the other four gunboats. As the gunboats dived rapidly, all the scenery on the ground became bigger and bigger in the eyes, and they dropped to a certain level. After reaching the height, Fu Qinghai turned around and waved to the Space Marine behind him:

"Jumping flying soldiers, follow me to attack!"

After saying that, he was the first to jump out of the cabin.

The assault team equipped with jetpacks jumped out of the gunboat one after another, following Fu Qinghai. Two huge turbofans behind them spurted out turbulent airflow. After gliding in the air for a distance, the white-scarred warrior wielding a chain sword fell from the sky.

In just a moment, he was caught in a chaotic battle!

Fu Qinghai rolled on the spot and dodged the thick laser shot. The warm, smoking black soil was lifted up, and in an instant, another high-explosive grenade fell next to him.

"boom--"

The ground undulated and splashed like waves. Fu Qinghai was also thrown away by the impact and shock waves. The recoil airflow from the flight pack helped him stabilize his body. The moment his feet landed, he drew his sword and slashed diagonally. An emperor The son's helmet split in half, revealing the paste structure of his skull's contents.

"White Scar, come closer to me!"

Fu Qinghai shouted on the communication channel.

After saying that, blazing white flames and large air currents spurted out from behind again, pushing him to leap forward high and fly in a parabola over the head of a Predator tank, accompanied by lasers and explosive bombs shooting from all around.

When he landed, he knocked down an Emperor's Warrior fiercely. The two hugged each other and rolled into a ball. When Fu Qinghai climbed up neatly, he easily pulled out the fighting dagger from the Emperor's Warrior's face and took it out. A smear of blood.

As soon as he stood up, heavy explosive shells from all directions shattered his armor shell into pieces. The kinetic energy and impact were absorbed by the vibranium lining. Fu Qinghai hunched over and raised his sword to protect his helmet. Force perception and Lyman's ears could not provide effective help in such a chaotic battlefield. He felt the earth shaking, the footsteps of the bipedal vehicle...

"boom--"

The unparalleled force hit him hard on the chest, causing him to fly backward instantly. The front breastplate turned into sharp fragments in the blue arc of the cracking force field and shot out in all directions. Only then did Fu Qinghai He saw the power fist raised high and the purple-gold-painted fearless mecha in front of him.

The plasma cannon mounted on the right hand of the Dreadnought mecha lit up with blue light, and the flight backpack behind Fu Qinghai spurted flames again, pushing him a distance. Then a blue light beam flashed, and the flight backpack instantly vaporized half of it, exploding with flames and Black smoke.

Fu Qinghai fell to the ground, and the damaged flight backpack on his back "clicked" to unlock and detach. He immediately pulled out the plasma pistol at his waist and gave the Dreadnought mecha a blast of plasma, forcing the opponent to turn around to avoid it, and eroded the side of the machine body. Wear a dimple.

At this time, a thin red beam of light lit up, hitting the driving sarcophagus of the Dreadnought Mecha. Yellow flames and a scream suddenly burst out from the gap. Fu Qinghai turned around and saw Qiao Shida holding a detonating assault gun with one hand. Stand still.

On the other side, Lin Yu and Satfalan were rushing over. Behind them were a group of white-scarred warriors, running quickly while using cover to shoot around.

It’s messy, it’s so messy!

Originally, the emperor and his sons were ambush for ambush, and no one had complete control of the battlefield. Now that Bai Scar had joined in rashly, the scene was even more chaotic. The two sides who had been fighting fiercely on the ground battlefield for a long time could not easily turn their guns and attack the outside world in unison.

However, there are only more than 200 White Scars. The number is too small. They broke into such a huge battlefield and failed to stir up much waves. However, Fu Qinghai's goal is actually very clear. There is only one person - "Soul Cutter" Ai Dolon!

From the very beginning when he saw the scale of the enemy's battle, he understood that it was impossible to completely annihilate the enemy. Even if he rushed into the battlefield rashly, it would be difficult to escape unscathed. However, he still led the Space Marines to attack without hesitation. .

The melee is still going on, but the White Scars warriors use communication channels to communicate in series, and the individual soldiers are more powerful. They have gradually merged into a group and begun to move towards the center of the battlefield.

…

Eidolon was decimated by Akoleon's vanguard. His hair had been burned into a ball of black char, hanging on his scabbed scalp, and his exposed skin was bright red and blistered.

Even so, he was still shouting, fighting, and laughing. The noise warriors on both sides of him were equally excited and resonated strongly with the blasphemous sound spectrum. They allowed the sound waves to spread wantonly, and even screamed themselves.

The Phoenix Guards gave up protecting Akolion and collectively launched a short-distance teleportation. They disappeared instantly and then appeared next to the Noise Warriors. The power halberd drew an unavoidable flash arc and knocked four or five Noise Warriors to the ground.

Suddenly, Eidolon took a deep breath and his throat bulged. On the entire battlefield, all the noise warriors opened their twisted and swollen throats. Then, invisible sound waves spread in all directions, and the air split with a death howl. Come.

In an instant, dust was scattered, the flames were extinguished, and the armor was dented... The towers were completely razed to the ground, the Land Raiders and Predator tanks were overturned, and everything around them was engulfed by the psychic energy emitted by the Noise Warriors in unison. The chorus is a total smash.

Blood-red debris burst out from the gaps in the armor of the Phoenix Guards, and they fell to death one after another. Akolion, who was in the middle of the psychic roar, instantly atomized into tiny particles, flying in the air and scattered like a hurricane. throughout.

The Noise Warriors kept shouting and yelling, lying on their backs and opening their mouths to swallow more of the poisonous rainwater.

Eidolon drank the most and screamed the loudest. His roar caused the muscles to peel off the bones, the venom boiled in his body, and the pain made him even more obsessed and crazy.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white-scarred warrior with tattered armor, leading a group of warriors to rush towards him. The opponent was not wearing a helmet, and his breastplate was completely broken, revealing the still new black lining inside. Through the hail of bullets, his firm eyes locked onto him.

"What? White scars?"

Eidolon laughed loudly:

"My subordinates have been defeated, and they still dare to come here and die?"

After saying that, he felt that his neck muscles began to expand to a larger size, beating vigorously like a crop filled with venom until they were about to burst.

Haha, the ignorant White Scar didn't see Akolion's miserable fate, and still rushed here... "Soul-cutter" Eidolon, his tearful eyes shone with ecstasy, and his desire was suppressed. Pushed into the mania of losing his mind, the organ grille on his chest merged with liquid flesh. He could feel his vocal cords burning, and the flesh in his throat swelled and bulged again...

Sudden!

The white-scarred warrior in the distance raised his right hand towards this side, bent his index finger and thumb, clasped his palms together, and made a throat-locking gesture in the air.

Eidolon felt his throat...

He was instantly grasped by an invisible force!

"Don't speak!"

Fu Qinghai said fiercely with a fierce look in his eyes.

On Eidolon's neck, the fleshy sac that had been swollen to the limit was slowly, little by little, being tightened, squeezed, and twisted... Fu Qinghai raised his arm, Eidolon The huge body was also suspended in the air. His legs kept moving, and his hands desperately scratched at his neck, but could not touch anything. The bulging throat of the transformation was still pinched by invisible forces until …

Fu Qinghai's index finger and thumb suddenly clasped together.

"Snapped!"

There was an explosion.

The throat burst in response, like a balloon filled with water, mixed with pink throat pipes and metal fragments, dripping all over the surroundings and flowing down the organ grille on the chest.

A huge gap appeared on Eidolon's neck, even exposing the cervical vertebrae. Fu Qinghai released his palms and lowered his arms. Eidolon's body fell to the ground with a "pop", splashing the filth of Hovia's industrial world. Chemical sludge.

All this happened in an instant. The remaining noise warriors around them were shocked by the scene in front of them before they followed their leader to stir up the psychic sound waves.

Force choke!

…………