Chapter 278 Headhunting target

Fu Qinghai follows Camille to the medical deck.

Seeing Kalamanda sitting beside the operating table, the Night Bat warrior looked just like his original body, naked, with black hair draped over his shoulders, and his flesh as pale as a corpse was covered with scars from neural interfaces and ritual killing counts.

He raised his pure black eyes and looked at Fu Qinghai:

"I have to say, your medical skills are amazing... If they can be applied to torture and punishment, it can greatly prolong the enemy's suffering. It's simply perfect."

Is this the unique idea of ​​the Midnight Lord?

Fu Qinghai ignored this suggestion and asked:

"What do you want to tell me?"

Karamanda raised his hand and pointed at a black mechanical device placed on the tray next to the operating table. It was very small, a rectangular block half the size of a can, and was covered with turbid mucus and blood, looking wet.

Camille next to him explained,

"This is what I took out from his abdominal cavity. It has been soaking in there for a long time."

Karamanda said lightly:

"I cut open my stomach and put it in there myself. Otherwise, I would have been unable to escape their search. This is a recording device. You will know when you turn it on and play it."

Fu Qinghai frowned. This object wrapped in sticky and slippery abdominal fluid looked very disgusting, but he still stretched out his finger and pressed the button on it.

A voice sounded.

"This is Mu Shen, daughter of Callidus. I found the commander of the Night Lords, Curze, and I..."

The recording was suddenly interrupted by a loud burst of static.

Then loop it.

"This is Mu Shen, daughter of Callidus. I found the commander of the Night Lords, Curze, and I..."

The huge blob of static started up again.

"This is Mu Shen, from Callidus..."

"Beep."

Fu Qinghai dropped it.

There was a woman's voice in the device. The recording seemed to be recorded from another external device. It was very unclear and was always accompanied by the "crackling" sound of electric current.

Fu Qinghai frowned more and more, thinking carefully several times in his mind, and couldn't help but said in surprise:

"Is it the Callidus assassin who assassinated Konrad Curze?"

Kalamanda nodded slightly:

"Exactly."

I see.

Fu Qinghai suddenly realized.

How did Konrad Curze, the Primarch of the Night Lords, die?

After being spared by Sanguinius, he first wandered alone in the universe and was then accidentally found by the Eighth Legion. In the palace of Chaguarza, which was made up of the corpses of evil people, Curze cried and confessed to a flesh-and-blood sculpture of the Emperor all day long, until a transformed assassin from Callidus came to his palace. However, Curze had been waiting for a long time, and after a brief conversation, he put his neck to the assassin's blade and died bravely.

Yes, there is no doubt that Coates was killed voluntarily.

The personal combat power of Midnight Haunter Konrad Curze is very strong. He slaughtered the Fire Dragon Lord Vulkan, fought a guerrilla war with the Lion on the Indomitable Truth for a full sixteen weeks, and caused great damage on Macragge, causing trouble for Robert Guilliman. The Lion and the Dark Angels couldn't do anything to him for a while, and it took the Ultramarines and Space Wolves to catch this guy.

How could such a ruthless man, who was ranked among the top in combat power among the Primarchs, be killed by a mere Callidus Assassin? The Callidus Assassin can be seen as the Warhammer 40K version of Mystique. Infiltration is their specialty, but they are unlikely to defeat the Space Marines in a head-on fight.

Curze and Sanguinius are the only two Primarchs who are born with powerful prophetic abilities. In fact, Curze had predicted his own death long ago, and the way he would die was to die at the hands of Imperial assassins. But unlike Sanguinius, Curze's dark personality always believed that the prophecy could not be changed. This was the source of his tragic life and the way he chose to end himself.

But the Night Lords did not accept it. Although Curze had repeatedly warned his descendants not to stop himself from dying and not to seek revenge on the Empire, the Eighth Legion still swept through several Callidus Assassin Temples in the Empire. The Eighth Legion, which had been split into several warbands, regrouped again to avenge the Primarch.

"So, you want me to stop them? Stop them from attacking the Assassin's Temple in Callidus?"

Fu Qinghai asked Karamanda.

"It's too late."

Kalamanda shook his head:

"It's too late. When you heard this recording, it proved that the Night Lords had already breached several assassin temples in Callidus... But there is one person whose bloodlust is more than that. He has been consumed by bloodthirst and wants to completely destroy this branch of the Assassin's Court."

"who?"

"The Faceless Prince, Nakred Thor, an important member of the Crossbones faction... my old boss."

Kalamanda licked his lips and said,

"Part of my disability is caused by him."

Crossbones pie?

Fu Qinghai didn't know much about the factional struggles within the Midnight Lords. The factional divisions in most legions were nothing more than the gap between Terran and non-Terranians. This "Crossbones Faction" sounded similar to some kind of warrior association, but that was not what Fu Qinghai cared about.

He asked,

"You said this Faceless Prince was your former superior. What was his rank?"

Karamanda was a little surprised why Fu Qinghai asked this question, but still answered:

"Member of the Nightbat Council, Archon of the Legion."

As expected, the company commander's boss was the legion archon.

Legion Archon was an informal and non-uniform rank used by the Space Marine Legions during the Great Crusade, to recognize those Space Marines whose command skills, personal combat power, talents and knowledge were second only to the Primarch. In terms of the number of warriors commanded, this rank can be compared to the later Chapter Master.

Kos Wayne, Qin Xia, Eidolon, Sigismund, Abaddon, Sevatar and others have all been given the title of "Legion Archon", but they each have their own titles within the legion.

Fu Qinghai nodded with satisfaction:

"Legion Archon, yes."

He was just lacking a few opponents big enough to be worth hunting, and now one has landed right at his doorstep.

Karamanda was puzzled, but he still added,

"Smiling Lord Sherion has accepted the call of Faceless Prince Nakred and is heading to the Uriah system. They decided to use the green-skinned pirates to ambush you, which delayed you for a long time."

So it seems that the "sorry" was sent by the pilot of the Night Lords? Then where did the Eldar warship come from? Was it just passing by?

There seemed to be no answer to this question, so Fu Qinghai asked:

"Why did you hide the recording device in your abdomen when you could just tell me his whereabouts?"

Kalamanda said calmly,

"I am a member of the Traitor Legion. Without these evidences, who would believe what I say?"

He went on to say:

"I have not come into contact with this new department established by the Sigillite, and I have no interest in saving the Assassin's Temple on Callidus. I only want the life of Nakred Thor."

Fu Qinghai nodded and emphasized,

"His head must belong to me."

…

Calixis Sector, Quatis Garden World.

A shuttle staggered through the clouds, glided and bumped, and finally fell to the ground. With the sound of metal crushing stones, soil and vegetation, the shuttle slowly stopped its forward momentum in a plowed tunnel.

"laugh--"

The hatch opened.

A Space Marine stumbled out with untidy steps, glanced around blankly, and then with a "thump"... Number 56 fell to his knees, his knees sinking into the soft soil of the Garden World. He punched the ground with his fists, his neck was squirming, and he was vomiting hard.

In one hand, the sea snake warrior held a transparent glass jar. Inside, there was some cobalt blue gelatinous substance that was constantly churning and changing into different shapes, trying to break out of the bottle cap.

"Wait... wait a moment."

Number 56 said weakly,

"If you get infected, we'll both be finished."

"vomit--"

As soon as he finished speaking, he started vomiting again.

No. 56 was wearing a brand new MK8 helmet, but it was soon filled with filth. At this time, the filter should open automatically to keep the air duct unobstructed, and then suck out all the filth, but now the filter valve is blocked, he feels that his mouth and nose are full, and his eyes are blurred by mucus and acid.

He gasped and reached out to the seal on his neck, scratching feebly, but he couldn't open it. The superhuman strength he was so proud of had been corroded by the psychic virus, and even his hand armor was like a pair of heavy shackles, until...

"Crack."

A large hand grasped his helmet, twisting it gently, unlocking the seal and removing it.

"Hoo…Puff!"

No. 56, who finally got to "see the light of day again", immediately sprayed out the vomit that covered his mouth and nose, faced the ground, half-kneeling and half-crouching, breathing heavily.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the person who came.

It was an equally tall figure, with broad and sturdy shoulders, wearing a tattered dark red robe. No. 56 could guess without lifting the lid that it must be powered armor underneath.

The man was not wearing a helmet, and the sun was right behind his head. The dazzling light obscured his face. No. 56 could not help but blink his squinting eyes, and could only see the densely packed black prayers branded on the other's bald head.

"It's you... the Word Bearer."

Number Fifty-Six gasped.

"You took the initiative to come to me."

The other party said.

"Yes..."

No. 56 nodded, put his hands on the ground, and tried to stand up with his last bit of strength, and said:

"Your hiding place is not perfect. In the eyes of an Alpha, there are loopholes everywhere. My mortal agents captured fragmentary information about you a long time ago - news about the existence of a Word Bearer in the Calixis sector."

After great effort, No. 56 finally stood up. He pulled his cheek in pain, feeling the acid still churning in his stomach, and looked at the Space Marine in front of him.

It was a serious, taciturn, square face with a deep hatred and a big nose. He had thick lips that were tightly pursed. On his smooth scalp, like those of other Word Bearers, rows and rows of tiny Colchis characters were engraved and branded.

The only strange thing was that on his robe and the half of the exposed shoulder armor, there was not the emblem and relief of the Word Bearers Legion "a book unfolded with a flame in the middle", but a complex symbol composed of an abstract lion head, a long sword and a book.

"So, what do you want from me?"

The other man asked in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the Alpha Warrior who was slightly taller than him.

"I come... ask you... to purify me."

No. 56 still had brown stains on his face and spoke incoherently.

The Word Bearers warrior shook his head slightly:

"You don't sound like someone who is asking for help. What's more... why do you think I can purify you?"

Number 56 tilted his body and head and said:

"If, if you let me die here... No, I won't die, but I will get sores, pus, and rot, and eventually this garden world, this planet, will be completely polluted and turned into a stinking paradise for bacteria and viruses... Of course, if you like to eat mushrooms, just ignore what I said."

Number 56 was silent at the end.

The Word Bearers warrior frowned tightly.

Number 56 took a breath and continued:

"As for why I know you can purify me... Because I recognize the symbol on your shoulder. I recognized it when my mortal agent sent me the photo."

"Paladin, right?"

Number 56 grinned.

The Word Bearers warrior was stunned, then he sighed and admitted,

"After all this time, you are also a Reincarnator. I thought so."

Number 56 smiled with difficulty and said,

"To be honest, buddy, you don't need to hide like this. I know a place that can accept you. The identity of a traitor legion is nothing in his eyes, provided that he thinks highly of you and recognizes your ability."

After saying that, No. 56 opened his arms:

"Come on, I can't wait. Let me see the power of Holy Light and Naaru. Use all your strength. I will treat it as an interview before you join the Brotherhood."

The Word Bearers warrior was speechless, thinking: I haven't agreed to join that stupid Brotherhood you're talking about yet.

Even so, he still said,

"There is no Holy Light in the Warhammer 40K universe. I have no idea whether the part I assimilated can heal you. I'm telling you this in advance."

He pulled out a short, thick scepter from his bosom and said,

"But don't worry, even if I can't cure you, I will grant you liberation as we are both reincarnated beings."

…

Fu Qinghai led the Brotherhood of God, equipped with a full set of pulse bolters and Fat Man launchers, and set out on the journey again.

Phaeton's own armed forces were not enough to defend itself, and garrisoning here was also one of the missions. Fu Qinghai finally left behind fifty Space Marines and a strike cruiser as a force to protect the Forge World.

It was the Ruler-class cruiser captured from the Midnight Lords warband. It was being cleaned of its dirty decks and pipes, purified of its electronic systems and corrupted machine souls, and changed its flag and paint job at the Phaeton Forge World.

The three-ship fleet set off immediately with light equipment.

The first stop is the hive world of Schwerin.

Fu Qinghai led the Space Marines, accompanied by Koshveto and others, to the Lower Nest area.

Outside the closed entrance of the passage, he also saw the mutant girl with seven eyes. The mutation on her face had been eliminated through surgery. She stood there with an ordinary face, smiling sweetly at Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai nodded as a greeting.

Then he said to Koshveto:

"Open it."

Then he said to the Space Marines behind him:

"Be ready."

"Click, click," the soldiers loaded their guns, maintained a loose and vigilant formation, and surrounded the entrance of the passage that was blocked by construction waste, boulders and steel.

With the assistance of engineering machinery, the obstacles blocking the entrance were drilled and removed bit by bit, sand and gravel flew everywhere, steel bars broke, and sparks splashed. Fu Qinghai stood firmly in place, quietly looking at the entrance of the passage that was about to open in front of him. The Space Marine behind him was also calm and composed, and the gauntlet holding the gun did not move at all.

Only those soldiers of the Imperial Guard who had experienced battles with Nurgle's zombies and cultists looked a little nervous and kept rubbing the grips of their laser guns, trying to wipe the sweat off their palms.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the last obstructing chalk slab was overturned by the mechanical servants, revealing the scene behind the dark passage.

Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes, and at the moment the stone slab fell over, he seemed to see a hint of green reflection in the smoke and dust.

"Thermal imaging activated, no heat response."

"Auscultation scan, no signs of life."

The Space Marines under his command reported on the communication channel.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Standing before everyone were rows of sculptures that looked like the Terracotta Warriors. Their faces had been completely changed beyond recognition, like grey-black stones, and their appearance before birth could be vaguely recognized. Their bodies were covered with cracks and crevices, and in those cracks and crevices were densely packed with green crystals that grew and bloomed in clusters.

It's radioactive galaxy!

The radiated corpse virus was successful!

Fu Qinghai secretly clenched his fists.

I heard that the Nurgle virus can bring the dead back to life, but why don't you let the ore bring one back to life for me?

Fu Qinghai thought so in his heart, but he did not lose his vigilance. Instead, he ordered his men to maintain the formation, carefully enter the passage, and carefully search the entire bottom nest area.

A large number of cultist "sculptures" gathered behind the passage. The guns in their hands were still usable, and their clothes were still intact, but they lacked heavy engineering machinery and could not break through the closed entrance. In the end, they could only be slowly eroded and infected by the radiated corpse virus, turning into desperate stone sculptures one after another.

The Space Marines walked through the sculptures cautiously, followed by Guardsmen wearing gas masks, who used flamethrowers to spray and burn the sculptures. The air twisted and rose, and the smell of promethium filled the passage. In the end, all the clothes on the sculptures were burned and the guns in their hands were also blackened.

More of the green ultra-clear crystals were exposed.

The entire passage sparkled like a crystal mine.

Led by the mutant guide, everyone carefully searched all the areas accessible to the lower nest, making sure that no one had escaped. Then they smashed the sculptures, collected the scattered Ultramarine crystals, packed them up and took them back to the upper nest.

The Warning Society, this short-lived evil cult organization, just like the many evil cults that appeared and disappeared in the hive world, disappeared without a record in the cold and dark bottom nest.

But a lot of extremely rare earth minerals were left behind.

......

(End of this chapter)