PFC Chapter 695 Ambush the Clown
Chapter 695 Ambush the Clown
Chapter 695 Ambush the Clown
Farr Galaxy.
A fleet of large warships was gliding in the planet's synchronous orbit, a thousand kilometers above Farr's equator, with various chapter emblems announcing their masters. In the dazzling sunlight that was not filtered by the atmosphere, the yellow, silver, black, blue, crimson, white and gray on the warships' hulls were all clearly visible.
But Kurland worries that won't be enough.
He stood at the porthole, checking and rechecking the data tablet, calculating the total of all the military forces assembled above Farr. Ship tonnage, fighter groups, armed crews, servitors, ammunition payloads... all of this, not just the number of Space Marines, although the number of Space Marines was the data he counted most.
This was the largest number of Space Marines to be gathered in one place at one time since the end of the Heresy and the Great Purge.
But the threat from orcs is still pitifully small.
“It was a truly stunning sight.”
A soft whispering voice sounded nearby.
"Yes, Brother Issagar."
Kurland turned around and greeted the newcomer.
Isaga, Chapter Master of the Accusers.
On the armor covered with messy scratches and engravings, the marks of the common heritage of the two Space Marines were clearly visible - the fist on the white shoulder armor of Isaga was exactly the same as the one on the yellow shoulder armor of Kurland, the only difference was that the fist of the Rebuker was red, with a pair of crossed yellow lightning bolts in the fingers, while the fist of the Imperial Fists was black.
"All the sons of Dorne are gathered in one place. The power gathered here takes my breath away. Such an army, such a fleet. With it, the stars are ours... This is why the Legion is no more."
Isaga approached the armored glass of the corridor, slowly spread his armored fingers on the glass, looked outside and murmured, as if he wanted to seize this power for himself.
“Despite our numbers, this is not the Legion.”
Kurland shook his head slightly and corrected:
"According to the latest statistics, we are the 2,800th member of Rogal Dorn's family. The Fists of Exemplar have been almost exhausted. Their chapter home planet, Edorica, was destroyed by the Battle Moon. Grand Marshal Porsimonde and his Black Templars Expeditionary Force passed by there in search of supplies, but they only saw ruins. Now only Maximus Thorne and the Second Company are left."
Isaga looked at him and said comfortingly:
"Don't worry, the rest of the Space Marines will be here soon, and our numbers are growing every day. The Blamers will be here in full force soon, including all Battle-Brothers and Chapter Initiates, I can assure you. The Iron Knights have also answered the call and are on their way to join us."
"And then? How much can we expect? If all of our brothers answered the call, there would be no more than 4,000 of them at most. The Black Templars made their company numbers very mysterious, and even I don't know how many people they have."
"We have not heard from the Soul Drinkers yet. They are secretive but upright people, and I believe they will set out immediately once they receive the call from the Final Wall."
"Then it should be at most 5,000. At its peak, the Seventh Legion had more than 100,000 Space Marines, and it was only one of the 18 legions. If it were still the same now, the situation would be completely different."
"That was long gone, brother. That was then. This is now. I have always respected that decision, as our Primarch ultimately did. But lately I have seen the other side of that schism."
Isaga raised his hand and pointed forward.
Kurland looked in the direction he pointed. At the end of the battleship's corridor was a spacious hall. Inside the hall was a tall triptych relief depicting the Emperor surrounded by light, with the Black Templars gathered at his feet, holding their weapons high in one hand.
"Some of us are too superstitious."
Isaga said meaningfully.
"You don't understand them, and neither do I."
Kurland sighed.
But in his heart he actually agreed with Isaga's opinion. His words sounded more like a plea, begging the Captain of the Blamer to try his best to maintain unity and not create trouble at this critical moment.
"Does it matter? We Templar brothers are too noble, perhaps a little willful, but it is said that Sigismund is the same, and people say he is the favorite of Dorne."
Kurland shrugged.
"Perhaps in the eyes of the mortals we protect, the Emperor must be a god, but our Gene-Fathers once walked side by side with Him. The Primarchs are the Emperor's sons, created by Him through knowledge, not sorcery. To regard the Emperor as a god is to grant the same divinity to his descendants, and by extension to the descendants of the Primarchs, the Astartes. We are by no means gods! Yes, Legion Master Kurland, this is very important."
Isaga stared at Kurland and said seriously.
"I am not the legion commander. I emphasize this again."
Kurland shook his head and denied it.
Isaga searched Kurland's face for a moment, trying to confirm whether he was sincere or just being modest.
"This honor is forced upon you, but I believe you deserve the title, brother. We are equals, you and me. We will not follow your orders easily, and we need a leader. The Imperial Fists is a fledgling chapter, and having you in command can avoid many unproductive disputes and waste of time."
"I am just a figurehead."
"No you're not. We all trust you."
"It's a pity then that Bosimonde only listens to me when he feels he has to."
"He has handed over the leadership of the Legion to you."
"Then why don't we just attack?"
Kurland spread his hands and complained:
"Terra is already under the shadow of the battle moon, and he is still stalling for time. He wants to attack the enemy closest to us. His plan will not work strategically."
Kurland's face wrinkled in pain:
"His pride and arrogance are threatening us all. If the Black Templars had not been forced to retreat because of the Imperial Navy's withdrawal from the battle, he would not have been so willful."
"You have lost so much."
Isaga looked at Kurland with sympathy:
"Don't let that cloud your judgement."
"I have lost everything! My Chapter, my brothers, and now we have to lose the Throneworld itself! How can we bear it? If the walls of the Palace are to fall without a son of Dorne to stand guard?"
Kurland became more and more excited as he spoke.
Isaga grasped the edge of Kurland's shoulder armor tightly:
"It has not fallen yet, and the battle moon has not attacked Terra. The orcs are unaware that we are gathering here. Once we have more reinforcements, we will charge. Calm down, you are the legion commander now, and there are political factors to consider here."
"Politics? Bullshit politics!"
Kurland got even angrier when he heard these two words:
"It was politics that caused this disaster. It was the High Lords of Terra that created this disaster, brother!"
"As disgusting as it is, politics is a part of life. Come, brother, follow me into the training cage. We rarely see each other except at the Feast of Blades. Fighting brings me clarity of feeling, and I believe it will help you."
Isaga patted his shoulder and said.
"not now."
Kurland shook his head and pushed him away:
"I need to talk to Bosimonde first. I can't wait any longer. I've had enough. This delay has been long enough."
After saying that, he frowned and strode away.
"Want me to go with you?"
Isaga asked, looking at Kurland's back.
"No, brother. Only the weak need others to agree with them when they state their opinions. As you said, I am the commander of the legion now. I don't need others to boost my morale."
Kurland took a deep breath and said.
Kurland was not even the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists before, but only the Second Captain. And the person he was about to face was the Chapter Master of the Black Templars, the Grand Marshal of the Black Crusade, the most powerful sub-command of the Seventh Legion, with a Glorious Queen-class battleship and an unknown number of Space Marines. He couldn't help but feel nervous at this moment.
Sometimes, strength means everything.
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Battleship HMS Abomination, captain's room.
Bosimonde welcomed Kurland warmly in his simple room. Outside of the magnificent public areas, the private areas of most of the chapter masters Kurland had seen were simple, almost monastic, and Bosimonde was no exception. Hidden deep in the bridge, there were no windows and no decorations.
Behind the captain's room was Poseidon's weapons room. Through the open hatch, he could see several servants cleaning and maintaining Poseidon's weapons and armor. The only thing that surprised him was that there was a single-person vehicle parked deep in the weapons room, an item that shouldn't be there.
A jet bike.
Kurland confirmed again.
Yes, a jet bike.
It was very strange. As far as he knew, the last few jetbikes of the human empire were all in the hands of the Dark Angels. Moreover, this cool-looking and meticulously maintained precision jetbike did not have the emblem of the Black Templars. Kurland did not think that Bosimond was the kind of person who would steal other people's equipment. The honor and pride of the Black Templars would not allow them to do so.
"You're confused, aren't you?"
Bosimonde sat behind his desk and said:
"When I first saw this thing, I was also confused. I was not confused about the existence of the jet bike, but about the story behind it. That is a legend that has been circulating for a long time within the Black Templars. Every chapter master knows that this motorcycle comes from a ghostly Space Marine."
"ghost?"
Kurland rarely hears this adjective.
"Yes, I call it a legend because I think there are two doubts about this story: first, I don't believe that there is a Space Marine who can fight Sigismund to a draw in a duel; second, I don't believe that there is a Space Marine who can fight all the way from the bottom of the ship to the bridge alone."
Bosimonde nodded and said in a deep tone:
"Unless he really is a ghost."
"Spirit of Vengeance? The flagship of the Black Legion?"
Kurland heard a familiar name.
"Yes, that battleship."
Bosimonde looked serious and confirmed:
"We also have a ship that can fight it - the Everlasting Expedition. Unfortunately, it is now undergoing a major overhaul at the naval shipyard in Sepramundi. It will not return to us until 20 years later. I am deeply saddened by its absence."
Kurland shook his head and put these legends about ghost warriors behind him. He didn't intend to continue with any polite conversation and got straight to the point:
"We will act tomorrow."
Bosimonde was slightly stunned when he heard this.
"I advise you not to do that."
The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar stared and said in a deep voice:
“We are too few in number.”
Kurland admitted:
"We do not have enough numbers to ensure victory, it is true, but we do have enough to make victory possible, Marshal. Your plan to target the nearest battle moon is commendable, but it was made before the throne world was attacked. We must act now."
"Must we? Kurland, what will you do if your Chapter, or even the other four Chapters, are destroyed? We must choose our targets more carefully."
"We are the final wall, and we will not fall. Our fathers did not fall on Holy Terra when it all came to an end, and we will never fall now."
"That's exactly what a son of Dorne would say."
The two Dornishmen began to argue.
Bosimonde's face had been burned off by an orc wizard. Half of it was covered with a metal mask with a fake eye without eyelids on it, and the other half was covered with scars. From his face to his neck, all the exposed skin was covered with pus, making it almost impossible for him to make the expressions that a normal human could.
Bosimonde handed the bottle over, Kurland shook his head, and Bosimonde put the bottle back on the table.
Bosimonde pointed to an ordinary metal chair in front of him, and the two men sat down facing each other.
"Just now we mentioned the Eternal Expedition, a super huge ship. Do you know the origin of its name?"
"What do you want to say, Marshal?"
Bosimonde raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
He could no longer close his lips, so a drop of saliva mixed with wine flowed out from the torn corner of his mouth. Without thinking, he pulled out a piece of cloth from his sleeve and wiped it.
"The Everlasting Crusade represents the spirit of our Chapter and its founder. Sigismund vowed never to rest, saying that the Black Templars would not build walls, but press on, fulfilling the purpose for which the Emperor created us in the first place - to unite the galaxy under Mankind's rule. Rather than watch it fall apart under the guise of defence, the Sons of Dorn were renowned for their defence of their cities, but not the followers of the Black Blade - for us, the only defence is offense. Our blades are our walls, our tanks our fortresses, and they are most effective when advancing. Building more walls will do no good if the enemy is allowed to live outside our gates."
After leaving the Chapter Masters' meeting.
Bosimonde spoke more directly.
"I understood."
After listening to this, Kurland said calmly:
"You thought Terra had fallen."
Just as Kurland expected.
Bosimond did not answer this question directly.
"Brother, we must take the initiative to open up a battlefield and force the orcs to lose sight of the big picture. If we can destroy two or even three of their satellites, they will be forced to come and fight us. If we rescue Terra, we have no chance of winning."
"Then Terra will be destroyed."
Kurland stared at Bosimonde closely:
"What about the Emperor? His body..."
"The Emperor is eternal."
Bosimonde's expression was extremely firm:
"What's on Terra is just a remnant of a body before it ascended."
"Marshal, you wear a black sword on your waist."
Kurland pointed at Bosimonde's sword:
"Strapped to it are the fragments of Dorn's own sword, broken in a fit of rage when he failed to protect his father, and yet you are willing to allow the same thing to happen again. Tell me, High Marshal, whose oath is more important to you? Your founder, Sigismund, a great warrior, the Emperor's only champion, was still only a Space Marine. Were your ancestors not of a higher order? Would you deny your father for your son? Would you uphold your oath?"
Bosimonde's eyes turned cold:
"Are you accusing me of hypocrisy, Kurland?"
"I am only asking you to clarify your priorities, that's all. If anyone accuses you of hypocrisy, it comes from your heart, not from my lips.
Kurland leaned forward:
"At the final rally at the Wall tonight, I will order everyone to attack from Terra. You will not object, Lord Marshal, and will wholeheartedly agree."
Kurland turned away before Bosimonde could respond, his two hearts beating hard in his chest, a secondary reaction triggered by the great pressure he felt. Despite this, he still smiled.
The Black Templars will march towards Terra.
Kurland was very confident.
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Terra, deep within the Eternal City hive.
Fu Qinghai returned to this place again.
Where he came out of the Webway Gate.
Fu Qinghai took off his tattered hooded cloak for camouflage and put on the Blue Shell Power Armor. He looked up and surveyed the surroundings, found the flattest wall and walked over. As he walked, his right arm armor was changing. The iron-gray metal particles seemed to be accumulating and filling along a fixed frame. Soon, a strange and bizarre gun appeared in Fu Qinghai's hand.
Portal Gun.
Fu Qinghai raised his hand, aimed at the wall and pulled the trigger.
A blue light spread across the wall.
Outside the blue halo was an ancient stone wall, and inside the blue halo was the busy and orderly interior scene of a warship with people coming and going. Vera Nora was stunned at that moment.
A Space Marine lowered his head and emerged from the aperture.
Another Space Marine stepped out.
"Khan." "Khan."
They all clenched their fists and beat their chests in determination.
There are more than twenty Space Marines in total.
Fill this small space fully.
Vera noticed a detail: the five leading Space Marines were all wearing finely crafted power armor, and the entire right shoulder armor was covered with complex and exquisite metal reliefs, in the shapes of a wolf's head, a crow, a bat, a book, and a nine-headed sea serpent.
"Follow the original plan."
Fu Qinghai nodded and said:
"Pay attention to your position. The enemy is very agile and has a personal holographic force field that cannot be aimed at or locked. Pay attention to compressing their movement and evasion space. The weapons used have been introduced before. Be especially wary of single-molecule filament weapons. Also, close the breathing valve to enable internal circulation. Do not inhale hallucinogenic gases."
"Understood, Khan."
The five Space Marines agreed in unison and began to look around to choose a position. Fu Qinghai also drew out the Blue Fang and Blue Blade, spun his sword around, and stood in the middle of the five.
"What do you want to do?"
Vera looked up at Fu Qinghai and asked.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Fu Qinghai raised his hand and put on his helmet:
"I want to stop that group of Harlequin Eldar from entering the palace."
The scarlet eyepiece light lit up.
"You said the Harlequin Eldar would appear during this time."
Fu Qinghai's voice was filtered to be low and cold.
He looked down at Vera who was standing beside him.
The female judge nodded and said:
"It's written like this in the original novel. When the high lords were discussing how to deal with the battle moon, the team of harlequin elves broke into the palace and caused an explosion."
"This plot is totally unnecessary."
Fu Qinghai raised his head and said in a low voice.
"I think so."
Vera agreed with this.
A group of Harlequin Eldar sneaked into the Terran Palace, killed a large number of guardsmen and created an explosion, then held the Vulkan token and shouted "peace" and surrendered. All of this was to remind the human empire: never forget the threat of Chaos, which is a more serious threat than the Orks...
Fucking idiot, huh?
Do you need to tell me that the Chaos threat is serious? How did the Emperor sit on the Golden Throne? Humans don't know, right? The Orcs have their battle moons on their faces, and they still come to remind us "Don't forget the Chaos threat". The fall of the Eldar Empire is not because of your pointy-eared low EQ, right?
This plot is neither a foreshadowing nor a metaphor. It has no connection with the previous and subsequent plots or other novels. Changing this plot will not have any impact. So Fu Qinghai plans to meet this team of clown spirits to see what kind of people these chosen by the God of Laughter are.
As they were talking, the empty air that many Space Marines were pointing their guns at suddenly began to twist and swell, as if the real universe was being pulled by some kind of force.
"coming!"
Fu Qinghai's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice.
The Space Marine in bat shoulder armor laughed wildly, and bright yellow flames suddenly gushed out of his eyepiece, the gaps in his neck armor, and the exhaust ball valve of his power backpack. The flames covered his entire body, and even the chainsaw sword he had drawn was rolling with flames.
A large number of gray-white shrouds suddenly emerged from the gaps in the armor of the wolf-head shoulder-armored Space Marine, and wrapped around the surface of the armor one by one. The gray-white hood rose from behind and was put on, and the eyepiece under the hood instantly burst into a bright white light.
The figure of the Space Marine with Raven Shoulder Armor slowly disappeared in the air, the Space Marine with Book Shoulder Armor raised the golden scepter in his hand high, and the Space Marine with Hydra Shoulder Armor seemed to be chanting some obscure spells in a low voice...
Vera was stunned.
What kind of Space Marines are these?
"I'll say it again."
Fu Qinghai then reminded:
“We don’t fire the first shot.”
Fu Qinghai had a good relationship with the Ark Eldar, but there were many factions within the Ark Eldar. He had a good relationship with the Uswe Ark World where Shalamand Uslan was located. He didn't know the other Ark Worlds such as Bayetan Ark World and Iyanden Ark World at all. But by chance, according to the original novel, the team of clown Eldar that broke into the palace was sent by the Supreme Prophet Edrad Uslan of the Uswe Ark World.
Therefore, in order to give face to the old prophet and the little banshee, Fu Qinghai gave the order not to fire the first shot.
But if the Harlequin Eldar attack first.
Then the consequences will not be up to them.
"call……"
Fu Qinghai adjusted his breathing gently.
The clown elves, the clown elves who can massacre the imperial guards.
I want to see today...
The distortion in the air suddenly intensified.
A slender figure jumped out of thin air.
"what?"
Fu Qinghai was shocked when he saw the person in front of him.
The Space Marines are ready to go.
Fu Qinghai subconsciously raised his hand to signal not to shoot.
The bone-white close-fitting light armor was wrapped around her graceful and tall body, her fiery red hair fluttered slightly, one hand was holding a long sword that looked like a Guandao, and the other hand was holding a pointed helmet on her waist. Her beautiful face with extraordinary temperament was looking at Fu Qinghai with a smile.
"Didn't you expect it would be me, Qingshan?"
Saramand asked, tilting her head and smiling.
"Supreme Prophet... I knew it, I knew it!"
Fu Qinghai finally reacted at this time.
Eldrad, the most powerful prophet of the Eldar.
This damn old guy predicted it again.
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