manynovel Chapter 32 Iron 7's Rebellion
Chapter 32 Iron 7's Rebellion
Inside the Dawn at this moment.
Hector's face was grim.
Except for Holmes, all of his commanding personnel were completely replaced and placed under surveillance.
Even though he was moving so fast, there were still a few messengers whose will was not as firm as that of the company commander and the guards, and who were closest to the message, who showed abnormalities.
Their perception was distorted; they drew their daggers and charged at Hector, shouting, "Protect Father!"
This infuriated Holmes.
This is betrayal!
This is an insult to the Legion!
He immediately prepared to kill the traitorous messengers with his own hands.
However, before he could make a move, Hector stopped him.
Hector didn't even try to dodge; in the blink of an eye, all four were lying on the ground, their wrists bent as they held knives.
"Cut off their communication devices, and have the prophet work with the apothecary to check if there is any possibility of saving them. Do not kill them unless absolutely necessary." Hector sighed, his expression growing increasingly grave.
(Prophet, a psionic unit of the Second Legion. Actually, I wanted to call it Oracle.)
Since stepping into the starry sea and joining this great expedition, the vast and boundless starry sea has always brought Hector unexpected surprises.
"Father, I should..." Holmes said.
He was not afraid of death or aliens, nor did he doubt his loyalty and respect for the father of genetics.
But at this point, he had to expel himself and leave the side of the father of genes.
The safety of the father of genetics cannot be compromised in the slightest, and not even the slightest crisis can be allowed to occur.
However, Hector rejected Holmes's idea. He looked at the eight regiments of the Fourth and Seventh Companies that were already being airdropped in an orderly manner, totaling 7,323 Astartes and 400,000 mortal auxiliary troops, as well as the Trojan Guards Heavy Armor Regiment and the Trojan Guards Artillery Regiment.
He said in a deep voice, "There's no need. If you really run into trouble, Holmes, besides me, it would be difficult for anyone to control you."
"In fact, I don't want to isolate and treat all the Dalian company commanders."
"Such actions have created vacancies among the legion's senior officers. If a fleet were to suddenly appear and evade the ship's oracle..."
Hector shook his head, amused by his own foolish idea.
How could that be? Let's not even talk about which alien fleet could find a way to evade the detection of an entire fleet of oracles. Just consider the small ships that were constantly being sent out to scout and monitor the surroundings during the time they were hovering over the Iron Seven Star Sea.
With such a massive fleet of guards, how could any alien fleet possibly bypass him and launch a surprise attack?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Thinking of this, even with the Primarch's computing power, Hector had never considered such a whimsical approach. He placed his hands on the table, his thoughts returning to the strange alien race on Iron VII.
After glancing at the information sent by his younger brother, he was already thinking about how to kill the nobles here.
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At the border between the Stormy Starfield and the Hazy Starfield, a fleet with a ferocious appearance, ships that looked like living beings, and severe subspace contamination warped out.
Most of the ships were underpowered, and many had obvious gaps and damage from being bombarded by heavy artillery or light spears.
The spider-leg-like spikes on the ship's surface began to actively pierce into the ship's interior, indiscriminately devouring the dead Astartes and the alien crew members wearing spiked collars.
"Sir." A strange creature wearing a spiked collar addressed the top deck of the ship. Its face was a steely gray, and its skin was composed of slender, diamond-shaped worms.
Its shape resembles a human but it is not human at all; it seems to be a product of genetic modification, a fusion of steel and lizard.
Behind the head was a pipe-like interface that connected seamlessly to the spine, completely concealing the body under the cloak.
+Say+
It didn't speak, but without any fluctuations, its incredibly clear sound reached the ears of everyone inside the ship.
This is a psionicist, an incredibly powerful psionicist.
"Sir, we have broken away from the Human Empire and call ourselves the Crown Heavenly Army and the Skeleton Heavenly Army of the First Legion... No! Sir! I..."
A brief, utterly desolate howl replaced its next words.
A sharp spike pierced down from the top of its head, perfectly continuous, piercing through the alien from top to bottom.
Its body was already dissolving rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye when it left the ground. By the time it made contact with the steel flesh wall above its head, the bones that hadn't had a moment to merge into it fell down and were swallowed by the deck.
This was not the other party's will; it was just that this alien servant was simply unlucky.
It sat quietly on the throne, its faceless form suggesting neither rest nor contemplation.
Its fleet patrolled the southwestern border of the Empire, which was the northern region in the memories of those so-called cyborg warriors of the human Empire.
The alien fleet clashed head-on with the First Legion's Skeleton Sky Army fleet.
Without any hesitation, neither side engaged in a direct exchange of gunfire with their own forces, which were completely unfamiliar to them.
The ship was severely damaged, and it could often hear its flagship emitting painful cries.
Therefore, it could only continuously fill the ship with demon fragments it had captured from the warp to maintain the ship's operation and retaliate, while also being extremely surprised by the opponent's strength.
This was the first time it had encountered a civilization since leaving its home planet that could fight it head-on without being at a disadvantage.
Similarly, the First Legion was also incredibly shocked by the blasphemous creation of flesh and blood. They quickly contacted the Legion's oldest, the Crowned Celestials, using a method unique to the Astartes.
Upon learning of this description and situation, Wang Guantian responded to their request for help and issued a strict order to completely destroy and kill these aliens. At the same time, they were to have all the mortal auxiliary soldiers on the ship undergo memory erasure.
If anyone utters delirious ramblings or exhibits physical deformities, they should be executed immediately and thoroughly burned for purification.
The two sides clashed for the first time in the Storm Starfield, engaging in boarding operations without holding back.
Until Wang Guantian's unparalleled airborne invasion, the alien servants began to die in large numbers, and the elite forces of their own kind were also annihilated at the speed of light.
In order to avoid total annihilation, it had no choice but to sacrifice almost all of its escort fleet like a stray dog, and then jump into warp space like a stray dog, finally arriving at the boundary between the two star systems.
What the alien didn't notice was that, as it jumped, another skeletal army in this star system had already noticed the alien's movements and was slowly approaching.