Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 282 A Third Party Intervenes

Hovia Industrial World.

The fragmented Third Legion, the fleet of two Legion Archons, gathered in this industrial world where highly toxic chemicals were rampant, and six warships, carefully painted and carved by the Emperor's Children, quietly parked in space orbit.

The distance between each other is neither far nor near.

The Pride Heart, a Retribution-class battleship, has a majestic bridge decked in layers, polished and decorated with gold, jasper, and peridot.

The blinding flames burned in the iron cage, casting rolling and distorted shadows on the polished stone slabs. The mortal slaves with their ears cut off and their eyes gouged out were lined up in a stiff queue, walking slowly and numbly. Bent from pain amplifiers, their shaved scalps are tattooed with the master's name.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

Below the deck, there are giant sonic engines, emitting endless harmonics and vibrations. These demonic engines are tightly bound by thick iron chains, but they have never stopped for a moment. They are full of crazy machine souls, eager to be deployed on the battlefield .

And sitting on the bridge is none other than the Emperor's Son Chief Lord Commander--Aidolon.

(PS: "Lord Commander" is another form of title for "Legion Consul", which is popular within the Emperor's Sons Legion.)
Eidolon's standard-bearer and second-in-command, an ugly noise warrior who scans the planet from the void, the giggling orchestral player whose whole head resembles a pale, swollen electronic music synthesizer.

"Slaves," he muttered. "More slaves."

"Yes, more slaves."

Adolon said:
"But it's not yet time, there is one more obstacle."

The loose flesh on Aidolon's old face was like a pool of nearly melted paraffin, and the long, tarnished white hair was scattered around the top of his head. He turned two gray-white eyeballs, looked at the communication crew on the bridge, and said :
"Approve communication request."

The crew leaned over the communications array to operate.

On a display screen surrounded by pure white pearls and fine gemstones, the blue holographic projection lights up, and the gold-plated helmet of another legion consul appears. The purple and gold on the ceramic steel shell of the power armor has been damaged by the war, and the bloodstains have dried up. The spots are mixed with the black grime of the battle.

"Lord Commander Akorion."

Ai Duolong greeted him, gave a perfunctory salute casually, and then said slightly jokingly:

"You look really bad."

"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."

Arcorion replied.

His deep voice is calmer and more military, without the exaggerated style and cadenced arias of Chemos nobles and Slaanesh followers.

"Loyalty? Hahahaha..."

Aidolon couldn't help laughing:

"Loyalty? It's ironic. You and I are both traitors. What kind of 'loyalty' are you talking about with me? People who have no brains and no thinking talk about loyalty!"

Akorion heard the words and said angrily:

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

Aidolon pretended to suddenly realize:
"Oh, is that so? Then if you see him in the Eye of Terror, please be sure to convey my heartfelt greetings."

"You don't need to tell me, I will tell the truth about it!"

After choking Aidolon, Akorion went on to say:

"Before Monarch Phoenix returns, I propose that you and I jointly lead the Third Legion. The following planet serves as a neutral area. Let's discuss the specifics of this cooperation... and the future of the Legion. What do you think? "

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

Eidolon let out a hoarse laugh.

"Hmph, since that's the case, then I'll take it as if you agreed, and I'll send you the coordinates. See you on the surface."

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

There was only a blur of gray static left on the display of the communication array, and the communication signal was interrupted.

"Are you going to see him?"

the adjutant asked lazily.

"Of course I will, brother."

Eidolon had a disgustingly affectionate look on his face.

"On Hovia? Will he share command?"

the adjutant asked.

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

Eidolon said.

The orchestra player was silent for a moment, then said:
"I don't trust him."

"LOL, really?"

Aidolon chuckled and said insincere words:

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

……

Suzheng, the combat conference room.

Fu Qinghai announced to several core members of the company the target of the next action - Aidolon.

"The Emperor's Children were one of the first legions to initiate the 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 Midnight Lords. The organizational system was relatively intact, so..."

Fu Qinghai paused for a moment:
"So we may encounter a larger fleet than our own."

The faces of the space warriors present were serious.

In the wars in sci-fi IP, space naval battles can be said to be the premise of almost all battles such as jumping gangs to seize ships, orbital airborne, urban street fighting, etc. If space naval battles are completely one-sided, then other battles will be very passive.

Fu Qinghai went on to say:

"I don't know what's going on in Huovia. If the enemy's fleet is indeed larger than ours, then I will take a more radical action plan because..."

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

"Because Eidolon must die!"

Unlike the Night Lords, during the Horus Rebellion, except for the decisive battle of the siege of Terra, the White Scars did not fight against the Night Lords very much. Qinghai doesn't even know each other.

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

During the Great Crusade, Aidolon's command level was very hip. It is estimated that he became the legion consul only by kneeling and licking the primarch without thinking.

During the Great Rebellion, Ai Duolong's only commendable personal achievement was to use the modified throat to kill the broken Qin Xia.

The latter, has been causing all the white scars to heart.

It is always unpleasant for a hero to die at the hands of scum.

"I remember the name of the famous traitor who led the team to encircle the Loyalists in the Isstvan III planetary battle."

Joe Star said in a cold voice.

"The massacre at the landing site of Planet Isstvan V, Aidolon was by Fulgrim's side, and I remember him too."

Suterfaran, who had always been taciturn, suddenly spoke.

"Very good." Fu Qinghai nodded:

"Since everyone has old grievances, the code name of this operation is: Expedition of War Criminals."

……

The meeting location chosen by the two legion consuls 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 come to Hovia's industrial world long before the arrival of the Emperor's Children, and the vast forge had been reduced to a heap of molten scum, where the boredom continued after the original traitors turned the battle elsewhere. burn.

Chemical products had been extracted and processed here for the growing Imperium of Man, mostly on machines that had been torn apart, shattered by orbital bombardment, and crushed to scorching dust by the hooves of armored forces.

Unspoiled factories now operate unsupervised, pouring colorful chemical waste into the seething lava beneath the eternal winter of the industrial world.A sea of ​​arsenic hisses against the shoreline, while torches still billow smoke from burned towers.

Two teams of the Emperor's Children met on the black land where the sewage flowed. On one side was the huge, well-armored Hades-type terminator-the Phoenix Guard.On the other side is the staggering, hunchbacked, swollen and proliferated organ, with an infusion tube inserted under the skin and constantly oozing blood—the noise fighter!
Standing at the front of the line is Aidolon himself, with a slightly bulky physique after over-modification, a thick cloak fluttering in the hot chemical wind, a head of dry white hair drooping against his scalp, and a gleaming powerplant clutched in his gauntlet. Thunder Hammer, wearing a strange organ grille on his breastplate.

His fat and wrinkled throat seemed to be overflowing from the carapace, loose and moist, like those grouse in ancient Terra who inhaled and puffed up their breasts to court. The bitter air of the world.

The adjutant glanced across the Phoenix Guard in front of him, but did not find another legion consul, and couldn't help asking:
"Where's Akorion? Where's your commander?"

The Phoenix Guards were collectively silent, not saying a word.

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

"Isn't he already here?"

The adjutant looked confused. He looked up at the surrounding ruins, scratched his finger 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, the echoing rumble loud as cannon, shaking the ground beneath their feet as the towers fell to the ground, crumbling into ruins and smashed through by the armored vehicles lurking within.

Thick dots of light appeared on the horizon—Space Marine helmet visors and tactical gun lights, reflecting the silhouettes of III Legion motorcycles, tanks, and armored vehicles.

The Phoenix Guard in front of them suddenly swung their power halberds and power knives, and their iron boots stepped deeply into the black dust, all charging towards the noise fighters.

"It really is a trap!"

The orchestral player shouted loudly, and his fingers began to play vigorously. The funeral speaker hummed and trembled, and the volume became louder and louder until it was enough to tear muscles and metal. The invisible spiritual energy sound waves scraped off the gold and purple paint from the Phoenix Guards. .

"Ha ha ha ha."

Unsurprisingly, Eidolon burst out laughing. He quickly took a few steps back, avoiding the sharp offensive of the Phoenix Guards, bowed his head and said in the internal communication channel:
"attack!"

The order was immediately responded, and the Legion troops belonging to Eidolon emerged from their hiding places in the south of the plain, forming a counter-charge. The Land Raiders and Predator tanks immediately broke free from the cover and smashed Press the push and fire violently at targets within range.

Eidolon turned to meet the Phoenix Guard.

"Where are you, Commander Lord Arcorion?"

Aidolon yelled into the public channel, brandished the power thunder hammer, and plunged straight into the opponent's vanguard.

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

……

Meanwhile, space orbit.

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

However, the opponent was also well prepared. The void shield raised in advance blocked and resolved the incoming lasers and artillery shells one by one, and quickly activated the sub-light speed engine, adjusted the fleet's position, and began to maneuver, brewing a long-planned fierce counterattack.

The fleets of the two sides are coming and going in space, and the fight is very lively. Akorion's purpose is very clear-to hold the Pride Heart and prevent the fleet from interfering with the ambush on the ground. Aidolon kills!

……

The Phoenix Guards held back the Noise Warrior's psychic screams, not giving an inch.The armored forces of both sides chased and shot each other among the ruins of the industrial world.

The Thunderhawk gunboat squadron swooped down from the clouds, dropping high-explosive incendiary bombs, and laser beams swept across the ground.

The Contempt Dreadnought struts into the battlefield, molten flames erupting and power claws tearing apart everything.

Eidolon's hammer smashed into the body of a Space Marine, shattering his breastplate and throwing his body high into the air, before Eidolon swept across the Kinetic Hammer, knocking another warrior to the ground.

"Akorion, where are you hiding!"

Aidolon raised his hammer and shouted:
"Come out and face me, coward!"

"You are not worthy to lead the Emperor's Children, ugly thing!"

Akorion's voice came, and he finally appeared in front of the Noise Warrior in person. He was guarded by the Phoenix Guard, holding a crackling power sword, and strode among the burning ruins. Crazy screams filled the air, and from time to time, there were screams of pain from people whose flesh and blood had been ablated.

A duel between the two legionary consuls is imminent.

At this moment, in the dark cloud-shrouded sky, a few shining light spots lighted up slightly, and then, the light spots became bigger and brighter, and finally turned into huge meteors...

It's an airborne pod!

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

"boom--"

The airborne pod sprayed recoil flames in mid-air, and after slowing down a bit, it smashed into the space between the ruins and the battlefield, smashing several dreadnoughts and multiple armored vehicles into a mess of scrap iron , the airborne pod itself was also damaged a lot, but the hatch still slammed open, and then with the pulse bolter and the white scar of the fat launcher, he jumped out of it brazenly!
As the pulse bombs swept across the battlefield, miniature nuclear bombs were thrown around, setting off a new round of explosions and killings.

A new party joins!
The three-party melee began.

……

Above the clouds, two Thunderhawk gunboats painted in white and red are chasing dogfights with four Thunderhawk gunboats painted in purple and gold. Although it is not appropriate to use the word "dogfight" for such a huge flying vehicle, because Thunderhawk As a kind of orbital transport and landing vehicle, the gunship's large size makes it difficult for them to make complex maneuvers, especially in the atmosphere of a planet.

Their pilots, however, are White Scars.

Rolling, pulling up, diving... The improved combat guns fired wildly, the shells shuttled between the wings and the turbofans, the red beams of turbolaser guns pierced through the clouds, and the six gunboats chased each other, tearing up the clouds and setting off a storm. wake.

Fu Qinghai, who was in the cabin, was suffering and couldn't tell.

The Emperor's Children are fighting a civil war again!
It was originally a happy event, but the timing of entering the battlefield was not chosen by Fu Qinghai himself. The Suzheng and Ritualma had just approached the Huovia Industrial World when they were discovered by the two fleets of the Emperor's Children.

The six warships that were entangled with each other to fight for life and death seemed to turn their guns to attack the White Scars Fleet in an instant after a brief exchange. The Suzheng only had time to hastily release a batch of airborne 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 gunship, and the turbulent howling wind instantly poured into the engine room. He glanced down and saw that the two gunboats were gradually approaching the center of the battlefield of the Emperor's Civil War. Roar:
"Lower the altitude, ignore the other gunships, give priority to releasing the space fighters to land, and then return to the battleship!"

The two white-and-red Thunderhawk gunboats sank suddenly, and instantly broke away from the dogfight with the other four gunboats. With the rapid dive of the gunboats, all the scenery on the ground became bigger and bigger in the eyes, and dropped to a certain level. After reaching the height, Fu Qinghai turned around and waved his hand at the space warrior behind him:
"Flying soldiers, follow me!"

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

The assault team equipped with jetpacks followed Fu Qinghai and jumped out of the gunboat one by one. The two huge turbofans behind them spewed out a raging airflow. After gliding for a certain distance in the air, the white-scarred warrior wielding a chainsaw sword descended from the sky.

In just a moment, they were caught in a chaotic battle!
Fu Qinghai rolled one on the spot, dodging the thick laser beams, the warm and smoking black soil was lifted up, and another high-explosive grenade landed beside him in an instant.

"boom--"

The ground was ups and downs like waves, and Fu Qinghai was also thrown away by the shock and shock waves. The recoil airflow ejected from the jetpack helped him stabilize his figure. The Helm of the Sons split in two, revealing the gooey texture of the cranial contents.

"White Scar, come closer to me!"

Fu Qinghai yelled in the communication channel.

After finishing speaking, blazing flames and a large gust of air flow spewed out from behind again, propelling him to jump forward and fly in a parabola over the head of a Predator tank, accompanied by lasers and explosive bombs shot around.

When it fell to the ground, it knocked down an emperor warrior fiercely, and the two of them hugged each other and rolled into a ball. When Fu Qinghai quickly got up, he pulled out the fighting dagger from the emperor warrior's face and took it out. A pool of foul blood.

As soon as he stood up, the shell of his armor was shattered by heavy bombs from all directions, and the kinetic energy and impact were absorbed by the vibrating gold lining. Fu Qinghai arched his body and raised his sword to protect his helmet. Lyman's Ear could not provide effective help in this chaotic battlefield. He felt the ground shaking, and it was the footsteps of bipedal vehicles...

"boom--"

The unparalleled force hit his chest heavily, causing him to fly backward instantly. The front breastplate turned into sharp fragments in the blue electric arc of the disintegrating force field and shot in all directions. Fu Qinghai just Seeing the power fist raised high and the fearless mech painted in purple and gold in front of him.

The plasma cannon mounted on the right hand of the Dreadnought has already lit up with blue light, and the flying backpack behind Fu Qinghai spewed out flames again, pushing him away for a certain distance. black smoke.

Fu Qinghai fell to the ground, and the jetpack with the damaged back "clicked" to unlock and disengage. He immediately pulled out the plasma pistol on his waist and fired a plasma into the dreadnought, forcing the opponent to turn around and evade, and eroded the dreadnought on the side of the machine. Wear a dimple.

At this time, a thin red light beam lit up, and it was directly hitting the sarcophagus of the dreadnought. Yellow flames and a scream burst out from the gap. Stand still.

On the other side, Lin Yu and Satfaran are coming quickly, followed by a group of white-scarred fighters, running quickly while shooting around with the help of cover.

Messy, so messy!
Originally, the emperor and the son fought ambush against ambush, and neither of them had complete control of the battlefield. Now that Bai Scar joined in hastily, the scene became even more chaotic. It is not so easy for the two sides who have been fighting fiercely on the ground battlefield to turn their guns to the outside world so easily.

However, there are only more than 200 people in the White Scar area, the number is too small, breaking into such a huge battlefield, there are not many waves, but Fu Qinghai's goal is actually very clear, there is only one person - "Soul Cutter" Aiduo Long!

From the very beginning when he saw the scale of the enemy's battle, he understood that it was absolutely impossible to completely wipe out the enemy, and even if he rushed into the battlefield recklessly, it would be very difficult to retreat completely, but he still led the space warriors to attack without hesitation. .

The melee is still going on, but the White Scars fighters use the communication channel to communicate in series, coupled with the fact that the individual soldiers are more powerful, they have gradually merged into a group and began to move closer to the center of the battlefield.

……

Eidolon raged among Akorion's vanguard, his hair a black charred mass hanging from his scabbed scalp, his bare skin blistered red.

Even so, he was still screaming and laughing, and the noise fighters on both sides were also highly excited, resonating strongly with the profane soundtrack, allowing the sound waves to spread wantonly, and even screaming himself.

The Phoenix Guard gave up protecting Akorion, collectively launched a short-distance teleportation, disappeared instantly, and then appeared next to the noise warriors. The power halberd drew an unavoidable flashing arc, knocking four or five noise warriors to the ground.

Suddenly, Aidolon took a deep breath, his throat swelled, and all the noise fighters on the entire battlefield opened their twisted and swollen throats. Immediately afterwards, invisible sound waves spread in all directions, and the air split apart with a howl of death. Come.

In an instant, the dust was scattered, the flames were extinguished, and the armor was dented... The tower was completely flattened, the Land Raider and the Predator tank were overturned, and everything around them was shattered by the psychic energy emitted by the noise fighters in unison. The chorus utterly crushes.

Blood-red debris exploded from the gaps in the Phoenix Guard's armor, and they fell to death one after another. Akorion, who was in the middle of the psychic howl, instantly atomized into fine particles, flying in the air, scattered like being blown by a hurricane throughout.

The noise fighter kept yelling, turned his back, and opened his mouth to swallow more poisonous rain.

Eidolon drank the most and yelled the loudest, his roar ripping muscle from bone, venom seething through him, and the pain driving him madder.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white-scarred warrior with tattered armor, leading a group of warriors running towards him. The man didn't wear a helmet, and his breastplate was completely broken, revealing the brand new black lining inside. Through the hail of bullets, his firm eyes locked on himself firmly.

"What? White scars?"

Aidolon laughed loudly:
"My defeated general, dare to come and die?"

After speaking, he felt his neck muscles begin to swell to a larger size, throbbing vigorously like a crop full of venom, until it was about to burst.

Haha, the reckless white scar didn't see Akorion's miserable end, and still rushed towards this side... "Soul Cutter" Aidolon, his tearful eyes shone with ecstasy, his desire was suppressed Pushed to the mania of losing his mind, the organ grille on his chest melted into liquid flesh, he could feel his vocal cords burning, and the flesh between his throat swelled and bulged again...

suddenly!

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

Eidolon felt his throat...

In an instant, it was gripped tightly by an invisible force!

"Don't speak!"

Fu Qinghai's eyes showed a fierce look, and he said harshly.

On Ai Duolong's neck, the flesh sac that had swelled to the limit was slowly, little by little, tightly bound, squeezed, and locked...Fu Qinghai raised his arm, and Ai Duolong The huge body also rose up in the air. His legs kept kicking, and his hands scratched desperately around his neck, but he couldn't touch anything. ...

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

"Snapped!"

A blast.

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

A huge gap appeared on Ai Duolong's neck, even exposing the cervical vertebrae. Fu Qinghai let go of his palms and lowered his arms. Ai Duolong's body fell to the ground with a "plop", splashing the filth of the Huovia industrial world. chemical sludge.

All of this happened in an instant, and the few remaining noise fighters around were shocked by the scene before they followed their lead singers to agitate the psionic sound waves.

The force locks the throat!

…………

(End of this chapter)