Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 125 Dialogue and Their Rear Hands
"Have you heard the sound of the cannon? Captain Christen."

In the ship prison of the Heart of Honor, Uttas and Christen, who are separated by a layer of position locks, are having a conversation between two Astartes captains.

"You guys. Broke your word. You never really tried to keep us alive."

Captain Christen, who was exhausted by the torture, raised his head and looked at Uttas outside the prison.

"No, no, no, that short-lived mortal still wants you to survive, otherwise why would he go to such great lengths to negotiate terms with you? But I'm different, I don't want you to survive."

Uttas's cold voice clearly and unmistakably conveyed his hostility to Christen's ears through the loudspeaker of the helmet.

"Why! We are Astartes together! We... are brothers."

Christen looked at Juttas, who was a step away, in puzzlement. The war eagle on his body, which also belonged to the empire's symbol, and the skull symbolizing purity, and even the same bright yellow paint that was rarely seen on the power armor, seemed so strange at this moment. unfamiliar.

"Brother? How did we ever have this thing? Where were you when we watched our comrades die without even the basic medicines after the mission?

Where were you when we didn't even have a pottery supplement and had to eat shitty Astra Militarum rations?

Where were you when we fought for the Empire to the end, and the whole company couldn't even make up a suit of power armor that didn't take damage?
We never had brothers!We don't even have a mother group!
Why did you ever see us as brothers!You don't even have the desire to look at us!
Did you forget that quest we did on the Forgeworld of Gloria?It's only been 300 years, don't you forget?
How do you and your brother treat us who have worked so hard to come from half a star field?

1000 rounds of explosive bombs.You don't remember, but I remember clearly.

That's enough for these bastards who don't even know who their genetic father is.Isn't that what you said?
Brother, ha!brother! "

The words Uttas gritted his teeth made Christen, who was equally angry, lower his head in a slump.

"You have gone astray, my brother. Even if you hate me, those Star Guardsmen are innocent. And the instinct flowing in our blood does not allow us to kill each other."

"So what? I didn't fight you with my own hands, neither did my brothers. Orbital bombardment will make you miserable long enough."

Uttas said happily.

"That can't destroy us!" Christen struggled to lift his head up, his bloody eyes forced to open and looked at Uttas:
"When I knew you were coming, I had already ordered my brothers to find underground fortifications! If you want to destroy us, your hands must be stained with our blood!"

"No need!" Uttas interrupted Christen and said:
"This black ship of the Tribunal has been controlled by my people. You don't know what's on it, do you?"

"You! No, you won't succeed!"

Christen was frightened and angry at first, and then relieved. The corner of his cracked mouth raised up with difficulty, and he barely smiled:

"My lieutenant, our champion swordsman will stop your plot!"

"Your lieutenant? Isn't that still on the ground? Are you burned? My dear Christen?"

Utas laughed and walked out, he didn't want to pay attention to this man who had lost his mind.

No matter how great the hatred is, after today, it can be regarded as a write-off from him, Youtas.

As long as the two companies of the Goliath Chapter die here, even if it is to silence others, the Inquisition will never allow anyone to survive on their home planet.

"Confused? Maybe, hehe...hehe...hehe..."

Christen lowered his head again and muttered to himself in a low voice, while his gaze was directed towards the distant direction of the bow.

On the aviation deck there was the Thunderhawk assault boat he had come in, and the last hope of their Chapter.

The colors that the human eye can perceive are limited, and so are the Astartes.

Even after the reconstruction surgery, the eyes of the Astartes have one more type of cone cells than normal humans, and can recognize one more primary color and ultraviolet light.

But the extra primary color cells can only provide about dozens of additional visible colors for the Astartes warriors.

So the number of colors they can see is just a little more, but not infinite.

Then the question arises, how many battle groups have appeared in the armed order of the empire after all the army building actions after the extreme army building, until the 39th millennium today?
The answer is that there is no exact number.

So put this question aside, just think about it, if every established battle group has to choose a color as the main color of the power armor, is the color within the visible range of their eyesight enough?

The answer is no, the number of Astartes Chapters established by the Empire far exceeds the number of visible colors of these superhuman warriors.

So there must be some chapters whose power armor is painted in the same color, and the difference between them can only be distinguished by the logo and decoration of the chapter.

Coincidentally, these two Astartes Chapters, located in the Feldman system at this time, were victims of this situation.

The paint colors chosen between the two regiments are exactly the same, and the only difference is the armor of the torso and the decoration on the shoulder armor.

This gave the champion swordsman who had been hiding in Captain Christen's Thunderhawk car a chance.

After he got the news that Captain Christen had been imprisoned, he automatically started the mission assigned to him before boarding the ship with the company commander:
"Once things change, destroy all the weapons of the ship as much as possible to buy time for the brothers on the ground to hide."

In fact, Augustine did exactly that.His concealment remains until the first round of lances is fired towards the surface.

When the light spears on the top of the ship start to shoot towards the surface after being fully charged; when these high-energy lasers penetrate the void and the unique resonance sound of the atmosphere is transmitted to the helipad on the deck, the rear cabin of the Thunderhawk assault boat In the dark corner, a pair of killer's eyes have been activated and opened.

No power armor, no weapons.But the body and will of the empty-handed champion swordsman itself is a masterpiece of the Emperor.

His danger will not be weakened by half because of the lack of these external objects.

Any contempt for this 2.4-meter naked giant in front of him will cost people their lives.

The two Asatars who belonged to malicious fighters in front of him were one of them.

When Augustine stalks feline-like from the tarmac, the first thing he passes by on his way to the heart of honor's weapon array is the large hoisting workshop.

This is not only the maintenance and modification location for large-scale equipment on the spacecraft, but also the final inspection point and delivery point for large-scale delivery devices.

Coincidentally, in the hall where there were not many people in the black ship, which is usually not used, there is a large group of slave laborers busily busy under the instructions of the technicians.

They repeatedly confirmed and adjusted the parameters for the warhead activation program before the delivery of a secondary virus bomb.

The two Astartes warriors pointing from a high place were all the Malicious Warriors' supervisors for this task.

Augustus, who just sprang out of the tarmac, was at the farthest point of sight of the malicious fighter like a cat, stuck in the blind spot of the opponent's vision, and jumped into the messy pile of maintenance tools in the corner of the hall.

"Upper left, 90 degrees, 200 meters away. Two. Well, only two."

Augustine silently counted in his mind the number of the most threatening units on the scene.

He licked his chapped lips from not drinking for 48 hours, and smiled silently.

Such a task is not difficult in the standards of the champion selection within the wargroup that he has experienced.

In 5 minutes, with three visual deceptions and two visual blind spots, Augustine, who was sweating profusely due to intensive use of his muscles, had already reached the feet of these two malicious fighters.

He panted quietly and restrainedly, but a smile had already appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In his eyes, the two Astartes warriors who let their guard down were only one well-timed surprise strike away from death.

Leave the rest to time, not too long, not too long...

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(End of this chapter)