Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 501 Saxon Formula

The environment here is gloomy. The dark gray dust brought by the smoke and fire merges with the darkness of the environment after it loses light, and the air seems to be stagnant.

Suddenly, a faint firelight lit up, and following a sharp long sword, the leaping flames tore a bright gap in the darkness. This long sword was lying flat on a low table. Resting on the hilt was a delicate steel silver hand. Each relief inscription became more distinct as the firelight further engraved it.

The outline of Fulgrim's face was slightly illuminated by the flames, and his purple and gold armor loomed out of the darkness. Phoenix paid attention to the Iron Hands around him and his own descendants, and said softly: "This is finally a place for us to chat, warriors. The evil things outside can't get in for a while, can they?"

"The vault door is impregnable, my lord," said an Iron Hand.

"Even if your secret collection is not involved here, I think it is enough." Fulgrim smiled softly, and then injected more seriousness into his words. He leaned forward, and the mechanical hand shimmered in the firelight. "Now, tell me what happened here. Why did Ferus go to open one of the secret rooms sealed by the Key of Hel? Which secret room is he in?"

"This is--"

"Don't tell me it's a secret!" Fulgrim raised his voice a little higher, "Fighters close to me, I'm here to help your father, what else is there? Don't delay. Come on, don’t let Medusa continue to be harmed. What are you fighting against?”

The members of the Iron Ten Legion were silent in the darkness, their minds rapidly making more calculations until they found an answer.

"An unknown invasion. Enemies emerged from within Medusa, but did not really enter Medusa. They were in the spiritual world..." A pause full of disgust, which is very rare for the warriors of the Iron Hands, "Insult We, transform our servants, and the weak among us who still retain too much flesh.”

"So what were we fighting just now?" Kai Solon spoke on behalf of Fulgrim, and the Space Marines talked with the Space Marines; "Those who fell under our swords were not nightmares when we were not awake."

"Those things are born of the flesh of the dead," Iron Hand said displeasedly.

Fulgrim's fingers brushed the blade of the sword: "I don't think so, warrior. Those who are contaminated, I see that many of them are born from the steel itself..."

"The perfection of steel..."

"Why, you want to tell me that it is the imperfection of emotion that tarnishes the flawlessness of steel itself?" Fulgrim interrupted the other party unhappily.

He paused and put away his excessive tone.

This was not the first time he expressed dissatisfaction with the Iron Hands' methods of conduct, but Ferus made an agreement with him to change the overly extreme side of his legion after the Great Crusade. Thinking of that day, Fulgrim Mu's mood relaxed a little.

"Now, tell me where we can find Ferrus Manus, warrior." He said warmly, tapping his fingertips rhythmically on the sword, letting the flames dance around his fingers. .

"On the satellite, Lord Fulgrim. Behind the door unknown to us, the realm we are denied access to. Before my father boarded the satellite, he claimed that he would find the secret to banishing the unborn. Banishment. Something we cannot expel from nothingness with gunfire.”

"Can't evict?"

"Invaders don't exist. They don't have the weaknesses of flesh and blood."

"Yes, I understand, it is indeed difficult to kill those things," Fulgrim pursed his lips, "There is no physical weakness, isn't it?"

"indeed."

"He should have waited for me to come..." Fulgrim said softly, gritting his teeth, "Oh, he really should have waited for me."

The Iron Hands moved slightly. The soft sound of some armors colliding was different from the sound of external evil beings scratching the wall tiles.

"What's the matter, cousins?" Ke Soren asked.

"No astrology can be sent from Medusa, no one can answer the call. We rely on ourselves to win the war," the warrior said, turning in the direction of Fulgrim, the piston and booster in the leg that replaced the leg bone There was a harsh sound, "We don't know who is alive except ourselves. Only the weak and incompetent will wait for unknown rescue. Lord Fulgrim."

"Throne!" Fulgrim sighed, "Kesoron, Tavitz, you stay here to fight with your cousins; let the fourth to sixth companies come down later. Akulduna, take the second company with you. Follow me back to the ship. We may have to search for Medusa's satellites one by one...and help me send some help signals. I will also lend you your seals. Warriors, the only people asking for help on Medusa are the Emperor's Children. This sounds so weird."

"grown ups……"

"Don't reject me, I don't want your pride to cause any damage!" Fulgrim shouted softly to calm these stubborn warriors. "I understand very well the harm that some emotions can bring to people, and your handling of this matter, at least so far, is not wrong... Then we can only see how much better we can do in the future. Oh, the darkness."

He held the sword and stood up: "Let's take action, warriors, time will not wait for us."

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Akulduna had never set foot on Medusa's satellite. On the one hand, no one would go to a vacuum satellite for no reason. On the other hand, this place was not within the open area designated by Ferrus Manus. The real satellite Iron Moon was not within the open area, let alone those chamber satellites.

It is said that these chambers contain truly heretical dark technology - he now knows that it is probably true, but the key point is not there.

The key point is not how they can find Ferrus Manus, who Fulgrim is looking for.

The key point is to make a decisive decision: whether to fire at the Iron Hand in front of him. Considering that he is using two swords, he should change the word to action.

This thought was only a flash, and he picked up the helmet of the Iron Hand in front of him with a sword. At the same time, the long sword in the other hand pried open the gap along the rib bone plate, penetrated into the opponent's spine, and stripped off a key cable that transmits energy, intending to paralyze the warrior in front of him.

Akurduna held his breath and observed, nervously confirming whether there was still a trace of fresh emotion belonging to a living creature on the exposed face - thank God, the pale, half-mechanical face was full of obvious pain and unbearable anger. Even so, his face was still handsome to some extent. And his expression was as if he was really alive, perhaps even more emotional than when he was alive.

Great, this means that his bet was right.

The long sword quickly pierced the body in front of him, and the force field and steel cut out white-hot sparks when they intersected, and layers of inhuman ripples spread out violently from the scars. The body of Iron Hand trembled, and the surface skin kept bulging and denting, as if there were waves of gravitational waves hidden underneath.

The exposed face of Iron Hand became distorted, and the speed and angle of the distortion of the flesh and steel parts were different, but they were also strange enough.

"Hiss-hiss-" A low and hoarse sound vibrated on the opponent's mechanical vocal cords. Akurduna felt unhappy when he heard it and refused to accept this strange sound.

He slashed down angrily, and the long sword pierced the opponent's chest fiercely. The electric sparks spread rapidly and a series of small and violent explosions broke out. When he drew his sword, an almost invisible hand stretched out from the opponent's chest and tried to grab his blade. He shook it away violently.

"Shut up!" He roared.

His second wave of attacks was continuous and violent. He abandoned the ritual precision of the Emperor's Children and used the ferocity and perseverance of the World Eaters at will, almost dismantling his former compatriots in front of him into dozens of unconnected fragments.

Gray slurry replaced blood and overflowed from the gaps between the opponent's disintegrating body. A dying sigh of the soul passed by his ears-was it really a soul? Or was it a disguise of the demons deceiving their hearts? Loading a new content in their bodies to disguise life after death?

But no matter what, what followed was definitely a noisy demonic scream.

"Go!" Akurduna shouted flatly, shielding the unwilling roars and persuasions of the Warp creatures from his hearing.

He raised his sword again, and before the nanotechnology began to quickly repair the dead in front of him, he completely destroyed his heart and another artificial thing that replaced the flesh and blood heart, so as to prevent him from being repaired too quickly and then standing up again.

Fulgrim's battle was easier than his, and even brilliant in a sense: his fire burned along the body of the demon escaping into the Warp, and at the same time chased Medusa's invaders in both the real universe and the unreal space, forcibly driving those insane demons back to their birthplace. Sparks flew all over the sky, and every firefly was a screaming demon being exiled.

"Akurduna..."

Another Iron Hand who stood up from the ground recognized his identity and suddenly called his name.

Akurduna's nerves tensed, and he immediately stared at the cousin of the Tenth Legion, trying to discern whether he was still himself - or whether he was at least a remnant of his former self, rather than some kind of possessed self.

The warrior seemed to have just woken up, and was still a little shaky, recovering from disordered memories and stagnant logic.

Even if the Emperor's Children did not know what it was yet, during this period of fighting, they had analyzed what secrets Ferrus Manus had sealed in this area.

They had crossed the absolute boundary between life and death, and the man in front of them was an excellent example.

"Do you remember who you are?" Akurduna asked.

The other party did not answer him immediately. He lowered his head, as if surprised by the stiffness of his body. When Akurduna took the time to kill another thing that looked like an Iron Hand, the man got used to every limb he now had and his dull mind.

"This..." he said slowly, his tone empty, "perfect."

"Oh, you can't feel emotions? Although I don't want to say this... but it's right." Akurduna breathed a sigh of relief, easily deducing the logic in the mind of the Iron Hand, "Come and fight with us, cousin, kill your brothers who have emotions - they are possessed by demons. This is really a wonderful solution-"

He glanced at Fulgrim, his tone tinged with worry, "But we still haven't found Ferrus who proposed the solution..."

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"This is the situation, Lord Dorn," the astropath panted, leaning forward nervously, and even misidentified the direction of Rogal Dorn - perhaps this was due to his blindness. But there is no doubt that what worried him more was what he had just said.

Rogal Dorn's eyes swept to the porthole, where he could already see the abandoned and huge Desolation Ring of Medusa and the tiny existence of the Emperor's Children fleet like star fragments.

He silently analyzed the intelligence he had obtained.

First of all, the tone of this latest request for help was undoubtedly from Fulgrim himself, even if the details were compromised by the astropathic transmission.

Secondly, the content...

It seems that Ferrus Manus has come up with a creative idea for how to expel demons in the real universe; nothing can die before being born, so the demon must first enter the real world, and then destroy its real shell to exile it.

The carrier he chose was the Iron Hand, which was sleeping in death through some technology... Then, after the subspace creatures gain entity, people in the real universe can directly cause harm to them.

Rogal Dorn did not comment on this method, even though he affirmed the rationality of this strategy. The only thing he could confirm was that the current situation was not completely under the control of Ferrus Manus, otherwise Fulgrim should have fought alongside Ferrus and exiled the demons while sending him the good news of the upcoming victory.

Instead of continuing to ask him for support from the Medusa ground, and worriedly taking time out in the battle to tell him that he still had not found any trace of Ferrus.

"Let Fulgrim fight with confidence," Rogal Dorn told the frightened Astropath, "The Imperial Fists will be the collaborator of the Emperor's Children and the last insurance to deal with this matter, even if the Iron Hands' own technology can do it all. Finally, the distance between us is so close, let them communicate directly, and don't send information through the warp. You can..."

Rogal Dorn waited for two seconds for the Astropath to recover from the continuous panting, and then he gave up. "Akamus, follow me down and locate Karash. Regantis, and then tell the astropath that he will not be executed for being involved in secrets. We currently have limited manpower."

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"Tyrant?" Angron murmured, and his thick fists clenched quietly. "Is there a tyrant sitting on the throne?"

"Tyrant Star," Perturabo completed the whole word for Angron, and his eyes became colder against the dark night. "Dark Throne, or other terms. There is no fixed name, Angron. But your understanding is correct. The one sitting on the throne is already a tyrant, a tyrant who ordered the extermination of Prospero."

"The worst side of our father ascended to the golden position, but I still remember the first time I saw him... that's all." Angron said sadly.

He clenched his battle axe, holding back all the heavy emotions, and put the burning memories back into the deepest part of his soul. "How can we overthrow its impending oppression?"

"First, stop pointing your axe at me." Perturabo said.