Chapter 432: Anti-Subspace Tactics Team

"She's still alive."

Camille said to Fu Qinghai.

"Sure?"

Fu Qinghai looked surprised.

"Yes. If you had seen her when she was just dug out, you would be even more confused. She was in a very bad condition. I found her in a pit formed by a pile of mecha wreckage. Although her body was in tatters, fortunately... many of her organs were replaced with prosthetics. The mechanical throne preserved her brain activity, so she did not die immediately."

The Fiery Horse, medical deck, operating room.

The Chapter Master and the Chief Pharmacist are talking.

"She was very lucky indeed. If it had been a few minutes later, her brain would have been completely inactive."

Camille exclaimed.

Fu Qinghai turned his head to look at the "corpse" on the operating table that was so badly damaged that it was even unrecognizable as a human being. He thought to himself that this woman was not dead at all. She was really blessed with a long life.

"Then get treatment as soon as possible."

Fu Qinghai threw down a sentence and turned to leave.

Zofia was waiting anxiously outside the operating room, her face full of tension, fidgeting, pacing back and forth. When she saw Fu Qinghai coming out, she hurriedly stepped forward and asked anxiously,

"How is it, how is my mother?"

"Mrs. Janiko is still alive."

Fu Qinghai gave her a reassurance.

"Phew... God bless you."

Zofia breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the Warhammer 40K universe, you should say 'The Emperor bless you', or at the very least 'May the God of All Machines bless you'."

Fu Qinghai joked with a smile.

"Director Ka told me that although her life is safe, her physical condition is very poor and it will take a long time for her to recover. Please do not come to the medical deck to disturb her during this period."

Fu Qinghai reminded seriously.

Zofia rolled her eyes at him and said,

"To be honest, as long as my mother can get through this smoothly, it's not impossible for me to believe in the Emperor."

"Ha ha."

Fu Qinghai smiled:

"Although I don't believe in any gods, objectively speaking, the 'Middle Eastern Shaman' is much more powerful than the God in the real world. I have no objection if you want to convert to the Emperor."

"Shaman of the Middle East" is also one of the emperor's nicknames.

In the early versions of the setting, there was a saying that when the future of mankind was uncertain, a group of mankind's most powerful shamans (that is, psychics) carried out a wave of sacrifices, sacrificing themselves to create a heaven-defying existence, a boy. This boy was the Emperor, who was used to lead all mankind.

Zofia just felt that she was too lucky. She was able to kill a plundering knight by chance while driving a broadsword squire. Just when she was surrounded by enemies, the "Pojun Jinjia" fell from the sky. Her mother didn't die in that situation... All of this seemed to be blessed by gods. According to Fu Qinghai, there are gods in the Warhammer 40K universe, but it is hard to say which god is blessing her.

Never be superstitious and rely on gods for protection.

Because everything could be a conspiracy of Tzeentch!

…

The transport cruiser of House Draconis.

All crew members were ordered to stand obediently at their posts and were not allowed to touch the equipment or walk around. The Space Marines and armed sailors were on guard with guns. They would not be free until the investigation was completed and the traitor was found.

That's what they were told.

The Iron Pagoda Regiment took over the cruiser.

Grand Inquisitor Sid Nora, with a gloomy and grim face, led a team of Space Marines and strode through the corridor of the battleship. Her steps were fast, and the hem of her cloak was lifted up behind her, revealing the exquisite and close-fitting power armor underneath, full of momentum.

Behind the female Inquisitor followed this team of Space Marines. Although there were not many of them, their appearance was quite strange.

Their power armor is a bit weird: the entire breastplate is engraved with many complex patterns, which look like circuits or magic patterns, and there is a row of pipes on the edge of the armor.

The weapons they held were also very strange: similar to a laser launcher, the thick tube at the end of the weapon was connected to a mechanical device on the power backpack behind them.

Their helmet eyepieces were equally strange: an iron ring was fastened around the helmet eyepiece, as if an extra sight had been added, and the lens was dark and reflective.

This is the latest creation of the Iron Pagoda Regiment...

Anti-subspace tactical team!

The special breastplate is the subspace partition, which comes from the heretical technology used by the Vortex Technicians to protect themselves from psychic damage. After Shi Lan studied and understood it, he made it into the breastplate partition of the power armor. The black eyepiece is the Umbra Speculum, which also comes from the heretical technology used by the Vortex Technicians to observe the existence of ghosts. The prototype is too large and inconvenient to use. After Shi Lan's modification, it was reduced to the size of a sight and can be installed on the power armor helmet.

The handheld weapon, called the "Proton Ray Rifle", comes from the proton gun and proton pack in the "Ghostbusters" series. After Zhang Yuning gave Fu Qinghai the prototype gun, he and Shi Lan worked tirelessly on it for a long time, using the technology in Warhammer 40K to increase the original output power and created the proton ray rifle. The principle has not changed, but the size of the gun has been increased to increase the output power so that it can match the size of the Space Marines.

Originally, Fu Qinghai planned to build an entire company, a special anti-warp company, to enhance the Iron Pagoda Regiment's ability to fight against warp creatures and illegal psychics, and to take away the jobs of the Exorcists and the Grey Knights.

Qingshan Khan wants to prove it to the world.

It's not just psychic powers that can fight psychic powers.

Technology can also fight against psychic powers!

However, these equipments are currently made by Shilan, and the production progress is very slow. The space monkeys have been staying in the armory of the Rectification day and night to make these equipments. It is more like 007 than 996, and even the capitalist Fu Baopi is embarrassed. Although hand-made means better quality control, it belongs to the definition of "finely crafted weapons" in Warhammer 40K, but the production is too low, and it can only equip a tactical team at present.

Sid Nora led the anti-subspace tactical team to the lower cabin of the battleship. The female Inquisitor stood still, and the Space Marine next to her stepped forward and kicked the cabin door open.

With a "bang", the hatch broke open.

"I am Sid Nora, Grand Inquisitor of the Order of the Holy Hammer, Tech-Priest Nemonix, you are under arrest!"

The Inquisitor held the rose knot high in one hand, walked into the cabin, and shouted at the oil man standing in the middle of the cabin.

Sage Nemonix, an ordinary technical priest in a yellow robe, was surrounded by several people who looked like apprentices, who were also wearing robes and hoods and their faces could not be seen clearly. He looked at the female inquisitor calmly without saying a word, and suddenly raised one hand, and the apprentices around him suddenly raised their heads.

"Ahhh—"

Several apprentices screamed in unison.

Large streams of green miasma gushed out of their eye sockets. Their mouths opened wide, and dense squirming maggots and dark green slime began to gush out. Their figures began to blur and began to decay and collapse. It felt like a combination of reality and illusion. Large clumps of green miasma spread along the cabin. At this moment...

Sid Nora raised his hand and clenched his claws.

A dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the High Inquisitor's eyes. Some invisible force swept across the fallen leaves like an autumn wind. All the psychic visions in the cabin suddenly disappeared. The green miasma seemed to be suppressed and actually retreated all the way back into the apprentice's mouth.

"Don't, in front of me..."

Sid Nora said word by word:

"Playing, these, tricks!"

Wow...the Space Marines of the tactical team immediately looked at the Grand Inquisitor with new eyes.

This was the first time the Inquisitor had taken action.

Sid Nora had been on the Rectification for a long time, and the Space Marines were very familiar with her. This Grand Inquisitor was low-key and not as arrogant as the rumored Inquisitors. Especially in front of Qingshan Khan, she behaved very obediently and politely, so the Space Marines had a good impression of her. Unexpectedly, the Grand Inquisitor, if he didn't take action, it would be amazing, and his psychic power was so strong.

This is the Demonic Inquisition.

It is true that every profession has its specialties.

"Hmm, is that so?"

Sage Nemonix sacrificed his apprentice and tried to summon some kind of Nurgle power, but was suppressed by the Grand Inquisitor. He snorted coldly, seeming very unconvinced.

Seeing this, the anti-subspace tactical team stopped standing by and took action immediately. They aimed their proton ray rifles at the yellow-robed sage and several apprentices around him and pulled the trigger. Several twisted, bouncing, and swinging rose-red energy beams connected to the apprentices and instantly wrapped and tied them up. The apprentices let out even more tragic screams, white smoke billowed from their bodies, and the subspace mosaic visions that were a combination of reality and illusion and kept flashing began to fade.

Hmm…

This time it was Sid Nora's turn to be surprised.

She is the Grand Inquisitor of the Order of the Holy Hammer, and she is extremely sensitive to psychic powers. Sid Nora knows very well that none of the Space Marines in the tactical team around him are psychics, but the weapons in their hands can fight against psychic phenomena.

Fu Qinghai once promised to dispatch a company exclusively for Sid Nora's use to investigate the chaos and psychic problems in the Iron Ring. At that time, she was wondering how the other party could deal with the subspace without a think tank unit?

It turns out that this is the weapon they rely on!

The proton ray rifle sounds like a directed energy weapon, but in fact it has a very short range, and the trajectory of the projectile is similar to an electric arc, which is very unstable. However, as long as the target meets certain conditions, the arc will automatically connect.

There was no longer any trace of chaos in the entire cabin.

All the apprentices turned into a pile of black ash and fell to the ground.

Faced with this situation, Nemonix's demeanor as a sage was shattered in an instant, and he seemed a little angry and embarrassed.

"I have more than just these abilities."

The technical priest said viciously.

In space, three cruisers were hovering in the air in a "品" shape, with two strike cruisers flanking a transport cruiser. At this moment, without any warning, the transport cruiser's side lance array suddenly opened fire, and several golden beams suddenly bombarded the two strike cruisers.

Fortunately, the regiment fleet remained alert at all times. Although the energy consumption was huge, the void shield was always kept open. The light spears bombarded the fuzzy bubbles, creating ripples, but did not cause any damage to the warships or casualties.

"What's going on?"

On the gun deck of the transport cruiser, all the crew members stood aside with their heads in their hands, and no one was operating the weapon array. However, the mechanical servants fixed in front of the instrument panel suddenly seemed to have received some kind of instruction and began to automatically control the light spear array to fire. The patrolling Space Marines immediately noticed something was wrong and immediately raised their guns to shoot at the mechanical servants. "Ding ding dong dong" sparks exploded, and these half-human machines, along with the instruments and equipment in front of them, were soon turned into a mess of ruins under the concentrated fire of the pulse bombs.

"The Charger and the Fiery Horse are under attack!"

Someone on the bridge immediately reported the information.

"Khan, the battleship's machine soul has been invaded. No one is controlling it, and the machine servants have begun to operate automatically."

said the Space Marine guarding the gun deck.

All the information was gathered on the bridge and then passed on to Sid Nora by Qingshan Khan.

Through the sound array communication in his ear, Sid Nora, who was in the lower cabin, learned everything that happened outside - someone invaded and controlled the battleship's gun deck, but because of proper handling, the storm had disappeared.

"so?"

Sid Nora turned to look at the Tech-Priest:

"Is this all you have?"

His expression was full of "nothing more than that".

"This cruiser has too little automation."

Sage Nemonix shook his head in disdain.

Many key positions of this warship are controlled by mortal crew members, not servitors, which is also the norm in the Imperial Navy. Magos Nemonix can invade the warship's machine soul to control the servitors, but cannot control mortal crew members. This results in him being able to control the light spear to fire automatically, but unable to control the plasma engine or the warp engine to explode on its own.

"Resistance in vain."

Sid Nora snorted disdainfully:

"Give me your accomplices, and I will show mercy and grant you a quick death. Otherwise... hmph."

The Grand Inquisitor's words were full of threats.

"Ignorance is the original sin."

The technical priest shook his head and said,

"Your lack of knowledge makes you look ridiculous, Your Excellency the Inquisitor. I am not afraid of any interrogation techniques. All the torture methods that torture the body are meaningless to me. No one in the entire Iron Ring can invade my mind. My data attainments are beyond your imagination! Everything is in vain. You can't expect to get any information from me."

There was extreme arrogance in his calm tone.

"Oh, really?"

A pale and gloomy black-haired Space Marine walked slowly into the hatch, weighing a conical metal stick in his hand like a baseball bat.

"Don't be so confident, Sage Nemonix."

Kalamanda laughed grimly.

Look at that strangely shaped stick.

Sage Nemonix's expression suddenly changed:

"Betrayal Matrix!?"

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(End of this chapter)