PFC Chapter 327: Pushing the ball and arguing about distorted cognition
Chapter 327: Pushing the ball and arguing about distorted cognition
Lin Heng's heart immediately twitched. Generally speaking, those whose names he was told did not have a good life. However, he should always keep a hope in mind. In case the other party could really survive, it might mean that it was time for a change of luck.
After all, in such a universe full of spiritual energy, metaphysics is closely related to everything in life, and the subspace, this sea of souls, is actually constructed by emotions and imagination.
Thinking of this, Lin Heng felt a little relieved. After experiencing a series of hardships, his character has become more resilient.
"I hope I won't become even more hard-hearted..."
Lin Heng said silently, then closed his eyes and placed his fingers on his temples, urging his spiritual energy to be ready to go. In the space where no one could notice, a slight "hum" sound vibrated out.
In the dark vision under the eyelids, as the spiritual energy fluctuated, some shapes gradually appeared, and even the backs of the cliffs and hills became clearly visible.
The psychic radar in his mind was carefully searching the situation within the surrounding four to five hundred meters. This range was already his limit. If he wanted to extend it further, he could only turn the circle into a line.
600 meters...800 meters...1000 meters...If the spiritual energy level continues to improve, or the attribute points continue to increase, perhaps a distance of ten thousand meters can be reached.
"Or to cross the galaxy like the Emperor..."
"Report! Received a message from the 2nd Squadron of the Cable-Beam Cavalry Company of the 3rd Skitarii Legion of the Adeptus Mechanicus Triplefel.
The enemy was approaching from 5 kilometers to our south and said that a company of aliens was attacking us from behind.
Angel, do you need to set up a shooting range?"
Mechanicus Skitarii Cable-beam Cavalry, mechanical warhorses, mechanical cyborgs, with a force value between the Astra Militarum and the Space Marines
Upon hearing this, Lin Heng quickly turned around and looked at the distant sky. There were a few scattered dots flying through the gray clouds. If no one had noticed them, he might have had to rely on his "danger perception" to know about them.
"Retreat at full speed. This is just the beginning. You may not be able to escape later."
"Yes!"
Lin Heng lay prone on the side of the tank turret, pouring psychic energy into the entire gun body, then adjusted the energy output to the maximum, using the psychic skills of the prophecy system to predict the figure that had not yet appeared in the dark clouds.
The priest said that prophecy is divination. In Lin Heng's mind, this is almost fortune-telling, trying to gain insight into the hidden past of the galaxy and know the course of the future.
Sending psychic powers deep into the Warp, investigating the hidden yet twisted clues within to find the answers they seek, sometimes even affecting the future.
"BIU!"
A beam of light several times more powerful than an ordinary laser gun buzzed out, piercing through the sky covered with gloomy clouds and disappearing in an instant.
After the reflexes were completed, Lin Heng threw the hot and energy-less gun back into the tank. He then stopped paying attention to the movements behind him, turned around and used his psychic power to connect to the communicator to inquire about the situation of the surrounding teams.
And in the dark clouds, the commander of the Tau company, wearing the xv22 combat uniform, was still in shock. He had finally tracked down the trace of the deceiver.
He knew that he could not take down the damn Lin Heng with only two Mantas and more than twenty fire warriors wearing xv15, so he followed from a distance and waited for the arrival of the main force.
But he almost capsized in the ditch unexpectedly. The AI didn't even give a warning. The light beam went right past his helmet. If he hadn't slowed down a little, even if the helmet could block it, he would not have been able to continue flying at high speed.
"Damn it, inform Master Ether that the Deceivers have become more dangerous, and human reinforcements are gradually increasing. Please quickly dispatch high-level combat suits and fighters!"
...
'The ground forces must intercept the enemy troops two kilometers away, and the air combat forces must delay the enemy's main force!'
"Let the navy go. Their fighter planes are much faster than our tanks. We should spend the money wisely."
"It's all because of him that we came. When there's trouble in the east, we come. When there's trouble in the west, we go. Why doesn't your mom call me when she's lonely at night?"
"Your mother!"
"...!"
If it weren't for the fact that the Black Shield Priest never took off his helmet, with his current angry look, he might be able to make this group of evasive officers reach a consensus.
Although on the surface the status of Space Marines is much higher than that of ordinary human warriors, the commander-in-chief of millions of troops in the Astra Militarum or the Navy always has his capital to be proud of.
Therefore, this group of generals who responded to the call of Death Watch were not wholeheartedly devoted to killing the enemy. Half of their time was spent buck-passing and arguing, discussing how to fight, who should go up, and how to divide the troops.
The priest let out a sigh of resentment, hating how stupid and meaningless this chaotic mechanism of military reform was. It was a pity that this system of separating air and land was a helpless move to prevent the recurrence of the Horus Rebellion ten thousand years ago.
It's a pity that it did nothing but make the battle more brutal. By the time the two sides had finished haggling and reached a consensus to start the action, most of the soldiers on the front line had been killed.
The priest looked up at the generals at the round table again, dozens of them were from the Imperial Navy, Astra Militarum, and two Space Marines from Blood Ravens and Flesh Tearers respectively.
Finally, the pastor sighed, nodded helplessly and said:
"For the sake of the crime that has lasted for ten thousand years, and for the Son of God who has been born into the world, take action."
It was the first time that everyone heard the Death Watch priest speak. They were puzzled and pondered the meaning of the words. Although they did not understand, they all had a bad feeling.
Immediately, one officer opened his mouth to yell, but the roar that was about to come out in the next second was stuck in his throat, as if he was held in the air by some unknown force, and his body kept twitching.
Even the sages of the Mechanicus were the same. Their angry eyes gradually became blurred as they looked at other people in similar situations, but they found four differences before they finally closed their eyes.
Blood Raven, Flesh Tearer, the Astra Militarum Colonel who had shouted at the beginning, and the Black Shield Priest who stretched out his hands together.
"I didn't expect you to be one of us, Colonel. You really fit in very well." The priest whispered silently.
'Thank you brother, we always look ahead.'
The Astra Militarum Colonel put away his disdainful expression and said expressionlessly.
'Priest, are you sure that the other party is the one mentioned by the brothers in the Storm Star Region?'
The pastor nodded and said:
'Yes, through my observation I have confirmed his identity. He is the one we have been waiting for for thousands of years. What the esoteric teachings said is not wrong, and this also indicates that the Golden Throne will shine again.
The Blood Ravens and Flesh Tearers each have their own styles, but I still find my brothers in them. Now with your joining, our chances of winning will be even higher.
Now let us quickly rewrite the cognition of these hypocrites. They have not even experienced the era of civil war and have not experienced real disintegration.
We must distort their short-sightedness, change their negligence, and for the existence that has finally appeared after waiting for ten thousand years, we must unite as one! '
"One step, one will!" the four of them said in a star whisper.
"Leave the rest to us. What we really need is the consent of Forge General Tule. Titans... are more useful than them." Blood Crow said.
"Don't worry, they will definitely move in unison and complete the air-ground integrated combat. We won't give them a chance to regret it," said Flesh Tearer Xingyu.
The priest nodded, then turned and rushed to the STC area to try to persuade the Adeptus Mechanicus, who had protected the mountain base amidst thousands of troops, prevented the Death Guards from taking the STC, and fought off wave after wave of attacks.
'General Galatia Tule, thank you for your help, but now another mission requires your Titan Legion to rescue an Astartes, the warrior who brought the panacea STC back to the empire.'
Galatian Tule silently admired the complex and beautiful STC in front of him, looked at the endless output of crystal elixir, put his hands together and prayed to the God of All Things before slowly speaking:
"Can an Astartes be worth more than a complete STC?"
Although it was a question, the meaning was very obvious. However, the pastor was not impatient and even sneered:
'Oh, you are the best in mechanical research, but you don't know some of the secrets of the empire.
Although Chaos is staring at the STC on the surface, the deep meaning behind it can only be understood by those who have experienced it. You must have studied the subspace, so you understand that I cannot explain it too clearly.'
"Humph."
Tule snorted coldly and then controlled the tentacles to pull himself onto the production line, speaking a more mechanical language in a cold and emotionless electronic voice.
“If you can’t explain it clearly, then don’t say it anymore. He 1001 found the STC and the Order will be forever grateful to him. If he wants his home planet to get help, the Order will go there to offer a helping hand no matter how far away it is.
STC has progressed to the fifth stage, and the panacea it can produce every day has reached pieces. If you don't practice in the order, you won't be able to achieve this level even in ten years.
Now, human soldiers on the front line can resist 65% of diseases, and can even effectively resist various rust viruses, which is not something that that Space Marine can do.
You have seen the previous battles. The Death Guard is not so easy to deal with. The Titan Legion also needs to be repaired. Moreover, those aliens are also eyeing us covetously. If there is nothing else, please do not disturb my research. "
Hidden under the priest's helmet were a pair of eyes that revealed an even colder look. He looked at the alien-like Casting General. God knew if the other party had any way to resist psychic energy, so he slightly put his right hand towards the plasma pistol.
"Dear General Galatia Tule, thank you for your help in giving this STC a new lease of life.
I believe that with your planet and your strength, this STC still has a brighter future waiting for itself, but without Lin Heng, all this would be nothing but empty talk. "
Just when something was about to happen, the long-lost Panacea AI suddenly appeared between the two.
The other party has been silent since Lin Heng disappeared, and even a priest who had met him a few times could not summon him out.
The Forge General and the sages of the Order knew that there must be AI in the STC, but they could not communicate with it in any way, and they could not find a direction for more in-depth research.
The expansion of the production line is still carried out automatically by STC. As long as enough equipment is placed, it will automatically make the transformation, but it will not communicate with other people.
His sudden appearance really surprised everyone. The sages who were confused around him also crowded over and even pushed the priest aside.
He barely managed to squeeze out until he was stopped by a Blood Raven Space Marine.
"He 1001, what a wonderful existence! In comparison, my transformation seems as immature as a child. Oh! It's so beautiful!"
"I felt like 77% of my body was purified, like I had just finished a thorough prayer."
"My positron flow is exceeding the limit, and I can't suppress it anymore. Oh, I can feel it."
The sages were talking in a flurry and the crowd was crowded. The priest had no place to step. Tuler, who was on the production line, was trembling all over, and even his tentacles were not functioning properly due to excitement.
"Oh...Oh Messiah! Praise the God of All Things!! Hello...Hello, I am Galatians Tule, oh no, you know."
"General Tuler, thank you for your help. If you can spare no effort to rescue Mr. Lin Heng again, I think we can try to cooperate and unlock the logic blockade in my STC circuit board to find more useful information."
The old man bowed and saluted.
"Oh, Om Messiah, okay, okay, um...Lin Heng, right? No problem!
Get the Titan Legion ready, and have the Knights attack immediately. We must rescue Lord Lin Heng!"
The priest met the old man's kind gaze, put his hand on his chest and saluted to express his gratitude, then turned around and nodded to the Blood Crow, and the two walked out side by side.
The Black Shield Priest notified all the teams in the mountain base, and a large number of fighter planes from various regiments took off, and ground vehicles also rumbled out.
The fighting intensified.