Chapter 395: Something Isn't Right
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Hokujuku.
Nest No. 7.
A transport plane carrying two six-man Red Pirate battle squads flies towards the Hive.
Leading these two battle teams was Ancardo, who had been loyal to Vengar.
"Brothers, just be mentally prepared after going down for a while, and you don't need to be as nervous as you are facing a big war." Ankado stared at Nest Seven below, telling his brothers what to pay attention to in a moment.
"Yes!"
In response from the fighting brothers, Ankado kept his eyes on the nest, looking at it.
The only characteristic of this nest is its small size.
It's nothing compared to the other nests in the Hokudo complex, but before coming, Ankado had heard that it was the oldest hive capital in Hokujuku.
Ankado, who had never lived in the nest capital, could not understand why the people of Beisu were reluctant to expand the number seven nest capital to live in it forever, but instead went to build other nest capitals, and named the nest capital where their ancestors lived seven instead of number one.
But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that the mission of this trip is to go to the Hive Capital to pick up the ritual materials found by the mortal servant army.
Under the orders of the Maelstrom and the Lord of the Red Pirates, the Blackheart King, the army besieging the main nest capital of the Northern Palace began to retreat backwards, pulling them into the small nest or ground buildings that they had effortlessly obtained, and then digging through the boxes and cabinets under the orders of Huron's think tank to search for ritual materials.
But it's a pity that although the occupied area was obtained effortlessly, nothing useful was obtained, such as standard power armor, printing equipment, and dimensional engines...... Nothing useful was left.
Some of the nests controlled by the Imperial State Church have gone even further when they are transferred, with sacred waxes, ritual items, and statues of emperors made directly by the State Church to spend their days as a manifestation of their hearts...... These items are placed on ashes or debris of blown up industrial equipment and supplies, making it impossible for enemies to use subspace sorcery to turn the residue into usable scraps, even if they find them.
Most of the occupation territories could not find anything useful, except for the seventh nest.
There are a few hundred people left here, too few in number, but better than nothing.
"Command the New Voscani Ironclad Regiment, command the Titan Legion of the Lord of Fire, and command the warships of the various warbands...... Huron has also been a little too glamorous lately. ”
Since this mission was really boring, a battle-squad leader with a lot of talk found a topic to talk about.
This sentence simply spoke to the hearts of Ancardo's gang.
Ever since Abaddon's condition was unknown and the Black Legion began killing anyone who had last seen a warlord on Cadia, Huron had become the new darling of the dark gods.
No matter what Huron had told the Red Pirates to be wary of the gods, and to learn from the chaos of a gang, a bastard with iron hands and legs, Huron had benefited from them.
He is in high spirits and proud.
The Red Pirate Gang has nearly 40,000 space marines, and many faction leaders within the Red Pirate Warring Gang, whether forced or sincere, are all listening to Huron's command, after all, everyone wants to get closer to the future commander, lest they be reduced to the point of fighting to the death for a piece of Golomon jerky.
"Don't talk about that." Ancardo motioned for the brothers to silence, then glanced at the mortal pilot in the cabin, and switched the communication channel of the two combat teams to the encrypted communication channel that Viengar had previously created.
Ankado then continued to speak freely: "Anyway, Vengar is dead, and it is a blessing that we people will not be disposed of by Huron...... Huron sent us to escort ritual materials instead of attacking the Hive, indicating that he trusted us, at least he didn't want to send us out to our deaths. ”
The transport plane was getting closer and closer to the nest capital, flying in through the transport pipeline under the nest.
"Now, let's go and get those ritual materials away." Ankado loaded his blaster, "and returned to Huron's cousin, continuing to pretend to be a loyal servant, just like his starry claw veterans." ”
The fighting brothers cheered and lined up as the transport plane came to a stop.
"I'm missing two tender skins, and I'm hoping to find a little one."
"I want a slave girl."
"I know, I know you have a lot on your mind, but let's focus on the matter at hand and wait until we get the ritual materials away."
The group walked towards the place where the ritual materials were kept.
All the mortal servants they met on the way knelt on the ground and saluted them.
Ancardo's group quickly arrived at the place.
It was a reservoir-like place, as large as a square, where hundreds of ritual materials were guarded by mortal soldiers.
Ankado had just taught his brothers to focus on the matter at hand, but he himself excluded the people in front of him from the ritual materials and focused on picking the prey of his phase.
But there is really nothing that can be preyed on.
Here are a bunch of old guys, disabled and senile, guarded by the soldiers, like a bunch of old animals that can't even move.
"Look at this old fellow." Ancardo walked up to an old man, grabbed her by the neck and dragged him up, looked at her and said, "Radiation sickness, a disease caused by excessive intake of acids...... The standard puppet emperor slave, the nest capital livestock that is inferior to the clones, has survived until now by the small potions of the Tyrone. ”
"Okay, everyone knows you're a pharmacist, don't show off your professional experience."
"What's the use of Huron's old stuff? How many souls can be squeezed out of their shells? When we bring them back, all that Huron's bastard can do is give these old guys their old age. ”
Ancardo wanted to leave the old man behind, but was about to let go of his hand and hesitated.
He looked into the old man's eyes.
The old man's eyes were fixed on Ancardo's helmet.
After watching it for a while, Ancardo suddenly said in the communication channel: "I don't feel right, these people don't look like they've been abandoned here." ”
The others immediately became serious and pricked up their ears to listen to Ancardo's words.
"One thing I was curious about when I came, that is, if a lot of people were abandoned in the transfer of the nest capital, why was it that only the seventh nest capital could find these ritual materials?"
"These people are not afraid at all, nor are they numb, but they seem to be staying by the stove at home while looking through old photos from the past while waiting for their ...... to come."
If these two combat squads were randomly brought in from the grass platform, they would only ask him if he was farting or if he really wanted to say something useful.
All the combat teams involved in this escort mission know each other and are fully armed, and in order to prevent the Beisu people from taking away all the remaining ritual materials halfway, they need tacit understanding and force.
"Let's go." Ancardo's heart was furious, and he turned and walked back the way he came.
All the Space Marines walked swiftly and silently, as if they suddenly remembered that something urgent had not yet been dealt with, and they walked naturally, but their steps were getting faster and faster.
Until one of these old men pulled his hand out of his sleeve, and then the very natural-looking thin arm unfolded, revealing a red button.
The soldiers reacted and pounced, but it was too late to stop.
The entire Nest Seven disappeared from the planet along with everything inside, including Ancado and the others who had just returned to the transport plane.
There were no craters from the explosion, no ruins, and it was as if Nest Seven never existed, leaving only a flat land on the same site.
The night shift is a little uncomfortable for the wind to blow today, so I'll take a break today
(End of chapter)