Chapter 548 66.Interlude: Kauss at this moment (Gaught 4/5)

Yago Sevitaleon slowly lifted the chainsaw, and the fallout blew through, curing the blood from his armor completely.

It was surrounded by corpses, numbering hundreds, all of which belonged to a common barbarian tribe. And now, the tribe has been completely wiped out, and Sevita herself slaughtered them one by one in the night.

There are countless of these tribes, large and small, in Kaus, who fight against each other on a daily basis, using the people of the rival tribes as slaves, food, or sacrificial sacrifices.

However, if they find a certain fortress, these mutants, who don't even have the ability to speak, will unite like never before they attack the fortress until it is breached.

As for whether they will continue to kill each other after that, or will they choose to smear every corner of the fortress with feces . Nobody cares.

It's like Sevita doesn't care which tribe these people come from.

He had a flag in his hand, rightfully made of human skin. The polished thigh bone forms a flagpole with a number of small skulls wrapped around the end.

A minute and a half ago, the banner had been held in the hands of a mutant of the tribe, and it was now detached.

Sevita glanced at it, the sound of breathing deliberately amplified by the helmet, traveling far in the darkness.

The surface of Kauss on this side of his side had been completely darkened, and many dangerous beasts lurked in the cold and deadly radiation fallout.

Hungry, they were keen, even sharp enough to perceive a certain essence of Sevita in the thick smell of blood. This saves them from a single death.

Sevita turned and walked away.

Running, jumping and climbing. He quickly arrived at the intended strike site with non-human speed, where Sheikher Cold Spirit had been waiting with his men for a long time.

The cold wind howled, and the dark clouds were stirred by the wind in the sky, forming a very bad and treacherous oil painting. And beneath the sky, on this mountain of sand and gravel that has been formed the day after tomorrow, the children of the night have bared their fangs and claws.

"You're a little late, Lord Sevita." The Supreme Master opened his mouth in a tone that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and the mockery was overflowing.

Sevita glanced at him, but didn't answer the gentle taunt, the scarlet eyepiece quickly turning his attention to the foot of the mountain.

There, many cascading tents and caverns were being revealed in the faint light of the fire. According to the preliminary investigation results, this is the largest barbarian tribe within a radius of thousands of miles.

But that wasn't enough for them to come and kill the bastards, and the real reason that drove them here to get their hands bloodied was in one of the tents.

"Is there a problem with the signal OK?" Sevita asked coldly.

"The sons of Cowes have confirmed it again and again, there is no problem, the source of the signal is here."

"Good." Sevita said. "Tell them they can close the net."

"No problem," Shehr replied with a low chuckle, and the laughter was very cold.

He soon made contact with the Sons of Cowes through a dedicated communication channel at the remedial station set up on the surface. This was supposed to be done by Sevita, but his power armor was somehow not compatible with the relay station's separate communication channel.

Thankfully, Shehr didn't have much of a problem with that - in fact, this wasn't the first time he'd had taken on a job like a communications hub, and working with the Inquisition meant constantly interacting with other warbands.

Looking at the entire galaxy, definitely not every warband is willing to communicate with the Inquisitor.

"They said they would attack in five minutes."

"Understood." Sevita said. "So, Sheihr, let's take advantage of these five minutes to discuss another issue."

He turned his head to look at the Supreme Master.

"I think the instructor ran away again, and this must have something to do with the hunter." He said in a determined tone. "What do you think?"

"I don't think this has anything to do with him, but when the instructor teleported away, he was with us in the conference room listening to your story, my lord."

"No, it's about him—think about it, Sheihr, who gave that damn book to the instructor?"

"I don't think that's how things work."

"Damn it." Sevita looked at him in annoyance and stopped talking.

Five minutes passed in a flash, and when the countdown on the eyepiece reached zero, a little spark suddenly lit up at the far end of the gathering place at the foot of the mountain. At first, it was the size of a mote of dust, but it soon grew to the size of a human head.

In the end, as the distance quickly closed, the true face of this Mars was completely exposed, as big as a corner of the city wall, lighting up most of the night sky below the mountain.

Sevita's eyes lit up.

He'd read the material, and in essence, the yet-to-be-named weapon, developed by the Cooss and Techno-Sergeants and the Mechon, was similar in principle to the catapult of the Savage World.

They are all about throwing a very massive heavy object in some way to kill or injure the enemy. The only difference is that this experimental weapon is able to gradually accelerate during firing and absorb the radioactive dust in the surrounding air.

In other words, if there is no upper limit, it will only get stronger.

The power of science is always endless.

Sevita smiled as the dust cannonball crashed to the ground, the mountain peaks trembled, and the edge of the barbarian tribe was completely destroyed by the blow, and the already calamitated earth began to burn, and the howl was incessant in the firelight.

The seeds of chaos had been planted, and at the far end of the horizon, the Sons of Coth were hurrying in their troop carriers.

Sevita and Sheikher Cold Soul stood up in tacit agreement, and behind them, ninety-nine Terminator veterans of the Blade of Judgment also stood up.

What happened next was not new to them, and the Children of the Night would experience this many times in their short or long lives - i.e., enemies roaring, enemies screaming, enemies wailing, enemies crying

Fear can be applied to anyone equally, and the bravest can be momentarily lost when they see their own people slaughtered cleanly in seconds.

Moreover, these barbarians are not brave, and their cruelty is even only due to ignorance and ignorance. If they had known who had been killed, they would have fallen into a deeper state of despair.

The massacre lasted eleven minutes, with no mutants surviving. There are only two options left before them, either to be killed by the Sons of Coth with guns, or to be killed by the Children of the Night with fists, lightning claws, or other melee weapons.

There was no other way to go, and even resistance seemed futile.

In the past, they were able to take advantage of their geographical location and numbers to cause chaos many times, and even rely on their familiarity with the deadly surface to get rid of the pursuing sons of Couss.

But now, after all the information has been thoroughly detected by a group of enemies who have come and gone without a trace, they no longer have any advantage. The victory was rightfully held in the hands of the Astartes, but they were not excited.

They did not come to exterminate a barbaric primitive tribe.

It took another three minutes for the real point of their trip to be found.

"Entity Key." Calgio sighed. "It's like this."

He carried a scepter that was a little too small for him, made of pitch-black stone. The tip of the scepter is inlaid with a round metal orb that is glowing white.

Even after all this time, the radioactive dust has not damaged its surface, which is one of the advantages of Adamantite. Normally, this metal cannot be worn out, even after 10,000 years.

Not to mention that for 10,000 years, it was only worshipped as some kind of sacred object by a group of ignorant mutants, and even protected as a symbol of authority.

Calgio reached for the metal ball and handed it to a technical sergeant, who carefully held it in both hands and quickly left the place.

He's going to start checking the stability of the physical key on the spot, and if everything reads correctly and matches every detail in the database, then they won't have to bother unpacking the packets of the orbital weapon platform.

Just log on to it and use the entity key to gain permissions.

"I have to say, Captain Saivita, your psionic talent is really helpful." Calgio looked at him sincerely and said. "I really didn't expect that the entity key that we ourselves had lost hope for really still existed."

Sevita nodded disappreciatively, he didn't think there was anything to praise about it.

If he hadn't read about the physical key from the Sons of Coss, he wouldn't have really thought of using the prophetic power to confirm that the key still existed on Coss.

Moreover, the instruments used to determine its location were developed by the sons of Cowes themselves.

Their Techno Sergeant was unable to travel to Mars for further training, but he had a fairly good relationship with the remaining members of the Mechanics in the locality, and had a considerable degree of talent in mechanics and manufacturing.

Passed down from generation to generation, this talent has led them to complete many scientific and technological researches, and it has also led them to create many strange weapons.

Truth be told, Sevita really thinks they should go and talk to the heirs of Ferus Manus, or simply go to Mars for further study, otherwise it would be too wasteful.

"If only it helped." Sevita said. "But I'm actually more concerned about something else right now."

"Twelve hours." Cargio said resolutely. "It only takes another twelve hours for our shuttle to pass the final test."

Sevita bowed slightly, gesturing at the same time.

Cargio knew what he was referring to, a thought that had been ingrained in Carlil Lohals as he crossed the galaxy in front of them and arrived at the Glory of Maculag in an instant.

However, the idea did not come out of nowhere. Long before him, countless people of Cooss had had similar dreams. It's about regaining control of the skies, about clearing the haze, radiation and threats completely

And now, Cargio is pushing it to come true with his own hands.

It's just that the ultimate goal of this Kauss has changed slightly, and it has become a precondition for a larger plan.

The plan is called Supporting the Glory of Macurag.

The first step is to re-board the orbital weapon platform, reactivate the facilities in the remaining space station, and make an emergency call to the surrounding galaxy.

The second step, during which repairs are made, the condition of the weapon platform is checked, and repairs are carried out and ready to fire. If the Imperial powers answer their call and actually send ships, then these weapons can come in handy.

The sun of Cowes has been cancerous for 10,000 years, and it has not yet been destroyed, but it should be. Sunshine was once the mother of countless lives and nature, but now this mother is terminally ill and in pain.

The Kauss will give it rest and let those deadly electromagnetic storms disperse. It also allows the incoming rescue ship to reach low earth orbit smoothly.

However, if no one responds, then Yago Sevitaleon will turn on a backup plan.

Cargio didn't understand what exactly his backup plan was, but he wasn't going to ask either. He is a very good person to listen to advice, which is one of his few strengths.

He really didn't care what kind of secrets the Nightchildren were hiding - seriously, what secrets could compare to Karil Lohals's true identity?

This man knew Robert Killeman and could even call the original by its first name. He looks like a mortal on the outside, but he is capable of hand-to-hand combat with Astarte and even has the upper hand.

He had served as an instructor in the Eighth Legion 10,000 years earlier, and, just a day earlier, Calgio had learned from Yago Sevitaleone that Carlil Lohals owned a room aboard the Imperial Dream.

No one could joke about it, and besides, Sevita didn't look like a joke at the time.

All these factors are superimposed, and the warband leader of the Sons of Coth is too lazy to care about any secrets or not. He may not be very smart, but he is definitely not stupid enough to suddenly get into the horns at this juncture.

He now just wanted to get to the Primordial as soon as possible so that he could join the war and spread the news of the return of the Kauss to every planet in the Five Hundred Worlds and even the Empire.

He wants people to know that they can't be defeated. He also wants to let the traitors know that Cowes cannot be destroyed.

Yes, you can come to Cous again and again to stir up chaos or create a conspiracy in the shadows. Just like what the Bearers did to this pearl 10,000 years ago, but Cowes won't give in.

Not in the past, not now, and not in the future.

Hectus Calgio slowly clenched his fists.

Sooner or later, he will crush all those people to ashes.

"Let's get home, Captain Kargio."

Yago Sevitalyon's voice came from beside him, the legend of legends staring thoughtfully at the night sky of Cous.

Following his gaze, Calgio looked up and saw the scattered dark clouds, and the huge metal artifacts looming behind them. That was where they would be twelve hours later.

The Warlord stared at him solemnly, his eyes behind the eyepieces as if they were burning.

(End of chapter)