PFC Chapter 580 Infiltrating the Chaotic Planetary Stronghold
Chapter 580 Infiltrating the Chaotic Planetary Stronghold
The meteor shower arrived as scheduled, and a tense atmosphere filled the space station as everyone watched the intermittent coordinate reports from the Thinker.
Intercepting celestial fragments of this size in near space would be quite challenging. However, the demon world is well-prepared in this regard.
Ground-based weapons are ready. Once the firing angle is set, a 500-meter heavy cannon shot will be fired into the city.
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, the heavens and earth roared, and the shells skillfully charged into space, heading towards their targets with unpredictable trajectories.
"This trajectory is so unpredictable. If the Black Mechanicus can make a weapon like this, then that damned Emperor is definitely doomed!"
FAMAS was very relaxed, feeling that this was just a minor disturbance in the warp.
However, some people in the crowd were not as at ease as he was. One of them, with a large head, had a furrowed brow and bulging veins on his head.
A cold wind gently swirled around me, and I suddenly entered a state I had never experienced before.
His eyes first darkened, then quickly brightened, as if the universe were shimmering in them.
Just as the shell was about to hit the meteor shower, and a drop of sweat slid down his nose, Big Head suddenly awoke from his daze:
"Station Chief! That meteorite cluster seems to be more than just a simple object!"
"What's not simple...?"
FAMAS did not turn around, but watched as the data markers on the Thinker spread out, and as the coordinates representing the shells grew further and further away.
"Huh? What does this mean? It's broken? That can't be right... Shouldn't it have just exploded and disappeared?!"
Everyone was stunned, and they all pressed their faces against the thick viewing windows to watch the dazzling meteor shower. The unobstructed sky made it seem even more vast and boundless.
"Get out! Get out! Is this right? This is wrong!"
Even if the warp is a mess, this can't be too much of a coincidence. Something's wrong. Martial law!
Famas glanced at the proud Big Head, but still gave him a perfunctory compliment.
While news of this sudden change was spreading throughout the city, the core circle of the sect was conveying an even more important message.
"Many war gangs have responded to Eribas, Lord Cole Fallon, should we also send a few companies?"
I asked Qianzi's friends, and they said that places with ancient artifacts of the Spirit Race must also have a wealth of technological heritage, which would certainly improve the construction and rituals of the Fuxing Sect by 30%.
Faraday, the great sage of the Black Machine Cult, who was covered in machinery, was the first to ask a question, but the answer came from the evil god and demon at one end of the round table.
"Hehehe... To be honest, I quite like Irebas. This madman always manages to do unexpected things, which makes the story more interesting."
Wings formed from the chaotic magic of the subspace stirred the hall, and with the scepter's silent bells jingling, the Myriad Manifestations Demon Lord delivered a voice that drove people mad.
"That bastard Iribas only knows how to loaf around; he's probably already forgotten about the mission to destroy the empire."
Cole Fallon hated Eribas, hated this madman who was trying to seize control of the Legion from him.
"The most urgent task is to ensure the completion of the ritual for teaching Fuxing. There has been no news from Vashtor recently either."
Damn it, without the protection of the Starlight Ritual, my son can only live deep within our home planet.
Only when the Legion Commander returns to power can we better disrupt the Empire and achieve unification as soon as possible.
Speaking of construction, how is the meteorite impact swarm doing? Will it affect the ceremony?
The Great Sage clicked on the desktop to access information, and simulated popular phrases were projected onto everyone's screen.
"The near-space interception failed, and the meteorite swarm broke into more than 1000 pieces."
Because they are all enveloped in discordant energy from the Supreme Heaven, the number that needs to be addressed is approximately 65%.
Do you know the landing area?
"Southwest area of the main urban area".
Is this normal?
The great sage Faraday shook his head and said, "The discordant energy fluctuations are abnormal, requiring a large sample size for further research, or..."
Falfaron understood the reason for the Sages' pause: he needed their support, while his allies needed to exchange benefits.
"Demon Lord Duoling, please help investigate whether or not it is a subspace creature probing the planet's defenses."
"Great Sage, protect the city and prevent anyone from disrupting the ceremony. I will dispatch a detachment to seize the ancient artifact of the Spirit Race."
",clear."
"Hehehe, I know."
The anti-aircraft guns were pointed at the sky, and the initiation ceremony was ready.
After the ever-changing demon lord, soaring through the sky, used his psychic energy to retrieve a meteorite, the howling mutant's physical body perished under the sorcerer's magic, leaving only a writhing, pure soul.
The cries of souls still echoed, their evil influence seeping into the magazines to help create new tracking bullets.
The meteor streaked across the Gellér force field, bursting into starlight, a beautiful yet perilous spectacle.
It was as if a massive army had stormed into the palace, and a grand drama of shattered souls was unfolding in the skies above the city.
This still-warm soul ascends into the subspace, enticing those mysterious ghostly creatures to let out hungry howls, stirring up storms that tear at people's nerves.
"That was pretty scary... Has the report been submitted?"
"Stationmaster, the signal is very bad. I'll try again in a bit," Big Head said.
"Sigh, it looks quite beautiful, but beautiful things are often full of danger."
Perhaps our swift response will thwart an enemy plot!
The stationmaster was smug, but it seemed that no one around him was supporting him. Suddenly, he realized that the dazzling colors outside the window had faded at some point.
Now, he is enveloped by an endless darkness...
"Famas".
The demonic sound pierced his ears, and Station Master FAMAS jolted awake, turning around sharply to look behind him. Only after focusing intently did he realize that a ghostly figure was slowly approaching from the black and gray.
Lean, yet exuding an aura as imposing as a mountain. A living being, yet filled with the deathly stillness of a subspace.
What sent chills down his spine was that although it was in human form, it was covered in traces of demons.
Its head and horns were prominent, its body was covered in feathered armor, its hands and claws were poisoned, and its tail was wrapped around a whip... especially its pair of black and gray eyes, which seemed to freeze his soul and make him feel silent.
"Yes...yes...yes."
There are many demons on the planet, but this kind of demon is truly the first time I've seen one. It's as chaotic as some kind of manifestation of the warp.
"You...you...I think I've seen you in my dream!"
Fearful Famas suddenly had a sudden realization, and the familiarity stemmed from the fact that the other party had indeed appeared in his dream.
The other person became a part of the dream, learning every detail of their past... even the past forgotten in a corner of the world.
"The power of the teaching star is analogous."
In this spiritual realm, Lin Heng's words were the rules of operation, and there was no way to resist them, so Famas recounted everything in detail.
"There are four categories in total. The first is the Legion of Word Bearers led by Cole Fallon."
The second is the Dark Mechanicus, which is responsible for various disparate weapons and equipment.
The third side consists of the demons, who oversee the planet's operation.
Finally, there were the various large and small bandit gangs.
"Ships arrival time".
"I don't know. There's no concept of time in the subspace. Anyway, it might be a very long time before a ship arrives."
Control of the ships rested solely with Cole Fallon; they could only move when he gave the order.
Really, really, everything I'm saying is true..."
"Stationmaster? Stationmaster?"
Big Head's voice brought Famas back to his senses. He blinked repeatedly and suddenly realized that everything around him had returned to normal.
As everyone was marveling at how they had survived the crisis, only Big Head noticed his difference.
"Holy crap...it happened so quietly...Big Head, did you sense anything unusual just now?!"
Big Head looked around, then stared into Famas's eyes and nodded emphatically.
"Hmm! Yes, I suspect something has infiltrated our team."
Famas's tentacles twitched, and he suddenly sensed that terrifying creature was watching him from somewhere.
"How did you know?"
"I felt some fluctuations in the spiritual energy inside the station just now, and I thought it was because of the meteor shower. But when I turned around, I bumped into someone."
At the time, I was only focused on the stationmaster looking a bit dazed; now that I think about it, it was probably that stranger who sneaked in during the chaos.
Famas took a deep breath, blinking rapidly as if he were coming to his senses.
"Damn it, he was just trying to scare me! Report this to the authorities and get the hunting team to deal with this little liar!"
Outside the space station, having confirmed the positions of the chess pieces, Lin Heng stopped gazing at the vibrant Sea of Souls and leaped to the ground to set up each piece.
The seemingly fragile Geller field blocks the sound and light of the subspace, separating chaos from reality by only a thin wall.
Despite the chaotic waves outside, the hymns and prayers sung on this sacred star soothe the turmoil time and time again.
A vast religious city slowly unfolds, making one think they have entered a bustling religious world.
“The Word Bearer... Erebas”
The clanging of steel and the sacred words complement each other perfectly, one as the melody and the other as the lyrics, together creating a truly insane reality.
After a few flashes, Lin Heng landed steadily on the ground. Looking at this religious city now, one could see its desolate state.
The Word Bearers are the most well-organized force in the Chaos Legion, but their industrial capabilities are still far behind those of the Empire.
Before him lay a chaotic and disorganized stronghold, a haven for various mutants and bandit gangs.
In the muddy ground, stained with blood and reeking of decay, mutated wild dogs are tearing and gnawing at the remains of some creature.
The passing "poisonous insects" represent the death of living beings, and under the stimulation of substances, the mind becomes confused and tries to kick them away.
The stray dog was very wary and dodged to the side, causing the "poisonous insect" to stumble and fall onto the corpse... He took off his pants, pulled out his "brother," and prepared to enjoy the spring dawn.
The mutant in the corner watched the poisonous insects grunt and puff, then hopped up on its legs that had grown together.
He took out a dagger, slit the other person's neck, disemboweled him, cut out his heart and lungs, searched for the organs that had not yet been mutated, and then hopped away.
The stray dog returned dejectedly, swallowing the poisonous insect's "brother" whole, licking the warm blood, and then inserting its head into the abdomen to feast.
The chaotic stronghold lives up to its name; there are many chaotic eggs there that can drive anyone insane just by looking at them.
Under his barely perceptible senses, barely enough to stir a speck of dust, the Astartes, leaping and scaling the walls within the stronghold, were chasing, sniping, and ambushing one another...
"It's not chaotic enough."
As Lin Heng spoke, he walked into the stronghold and carefully sensed the faint sounds of the souls of the surrounding creatures.
His appearance, which was neither demonic nor not demonic, was so eye-catching that all mutants who saw him avoided him like the plague.
After all, demons are far more noble than these bastards, and even the worst of them are far more powerful.
But there are always those bold enough to try it out, and the more intelligent a demon becomes, the easier it is to trade with them.
“Your Majesty, this is not a place for you. Are you looking for something or someone? Perhaps I can help you.”
Lin Heng ignored the mutant kneeling before him, instead glancing at the window of a building a hundred meters away.
"Come."
"Ok?"
Just as the mutant was pondering the meaning of the syllable, Lin Heng raised his thin arm.
Sensing the sudden danger, the Chaos Can jumped out of the window, but its falling body was stopped in mid-air by Lin Heng's flip of his hand.
With a hook, no matter how the opponent resisted, the hundreds-of-kilograms body flew to Lin Heng's front amidst the exclamations of the crowd.
With his five fingers brought together, a strange spiritual energy bypassed the rusty power armor and crushed the canned flesh instantly, like a hydraulic press.
Blood dripped from the gaps in the armor, pooling on the ground and reflecting the terrified faces.
"Holy crap... Holy crap!"
'Flesh and Blood Reconstruction'
While the mutants were running around, Lin Heng activated his psionic energy again, causing the fleshy mass inside the power armor to wriggle and grow until it filled the power armor again.
After a few breaths, the 'flesh puppet' raised his head, stared at him for three seconds, and then turned and left, providing Lin Heng with a completely new perspective.
After walking several dozen steps, a disturbance broke out. Two mutants were fighting over a metal container, which, upon closer inspection, was found to contain a large amount of murky water.
An indescribable hunger followed; he wanted to satisfy not just the need for energy, but an abyss-like craving for satiety.
"Glug... Glug... Glug..."
The feeling of wanting more after drinking the dirty water in a few gulps is even more irresistible.
The two mutants were frantic when they discovered their loot was gone, since in the demon world, such items could even be exchanged for Astartes' protection.
Unfortunately, getting angry won't help.
"Hungry... I need to eat..."
“Go east, about 800 meters away, there’s the loot distribution area for the bandit gangs, there’s plenty over there,” the helmeted man said quickly.
Lin Heng turned and left, and the helmeted man, enraged, reached for his waist, drew his gun, and attacked.
"puff!"
The laser gun was fired before it was fully drawn, and it pierced through the helmeted man with a single shot.
The mutant standing nearby turned tail and ran, fearing he would be the next one to die.
"It's not chaotic enough."