Chapter 281: You Fething Sold Me Out!
Fort Vigilus, within the Void Claw.
The Dark Angels had finally arrived. The Deathwing, as the vanguard, had plunged into the fortress at its most chaotic moment. This was a force of over a thousand Primaris-augmented Dark Angels, equipped with the most elite weapons like Mark X power armour. They had been holding back their frustration during the long negotiations, and now that it was released, it was unstoppable.
The Ravenwing, with their maps of Fort Vigilus, had charged into the fortress through the subterranean conduits. They attacked the already-disorganized Fallen Angels from behind, seizing control of key nodes, while also clearing a safe path for the main force into the fortress's interior. Fort Vigilus was massive. All its areas combined exceeded fifty square kilometers, and that was just the surface. If you included the ancient facilities underground, it was several times larger.
As the storm of the Dark Angels swept through, the remaining defenders were in a state of bewilderment. The Fallen Angels, who were already in conflict with each other, could not hold out and fell back in disarray. Even more terrifying, the image of a tall knight appeared on almost all the Fallen Angels' information screens, like a banner flying high. The once-unorganized riot suddenly had a focal point.
"Is that the Primarch?"
"To the Primarch!"
The scattered Fallen Angels began to stir. The already-wavering members quickly gathered in the direction of the banner, or launched a desperate assault on the traitors. This made it even more difficult for the fortress's defenses to regroup. They could not receive orders and had to fight on their own. They were unwilling to become traitors. The arrival of the Dark Angels was now more like a release.
Various weapons were thrown down. These warriors, in their tattered equipment, stood bewildered on the sides of the road. Cypher began to direct his forces. "Askelon, you take their communication terminals and tell them to get out. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be executed on the spot."
"Gareth, take your men and follow the Prince to the true main control room."
"Azrael, you take the people from the Pentaculum Wing and deal with the psykers."
The blade was withdrawn from the chest of the last holdout. The crimson blood evaporated into a mist in the ion field of the power sword. The eyes behind Cypher's faceplate swept over the helpless surrenderers as he quickly deployed his forces on the comms channel.
The Dark Angels always maintained a precise ten-meter distance from the surrenderers, adhering to their pre-determined battle plan, and were not disturbed by the other party's surrender. The fortress's broadcast system was looping the Primarch's order. The already-chaotic morale, upon seeing the astonishing speed of their comrades, either collapsed on the spot or surrendered directly.
The Dark Angels, with their complete supplies and Legion-era experience, were no joke. Even Cypher himself, if he were on the opposite side, could not guarantee he would survive a single moment of resistance.
At a corner of the corridor, several holdout Fallen Angels had just raised their boltguns. A strange ripple suddenly appeared in the air. An invisible shockwave swept past, and their bodies disintegrated like sand sculptures, along with their power armour, turning into dissipating elementary particles.
The personal molecular disintegration weapon. This cutting-edge technology from the Great Crusade era had been quickly phased out in the post-Great Heresy era. The reason was that this type of weapon, while it could instantly disintegrate an enemy's molecular bonds, would also weaken the barrier between reality and the Sea of Souls. And with the weapon's own extremely unstable nature, it was naturally phased out in an era where the influence of the warp was becoming more and more rampant. But it was no problem to use it around the Prince. Wherever the Prince was, reality would become abnormally stable. Therefore, the Round Table Knights were all equipped with these lethal creations, which had just been deciphered from an ancient database.
"Azrael!" a second encrypted communication suddenly cut into the channel, interrupting Azrael's thoughts. "Report. I have received a communication from within the fortress. The other party has reported the warband's intention to activate the super-weapon and is requesting support," he immediately reported to his superior.
The channel was silent for two seconds, and then came Cypher's query: "Has the other party agreed to the three conditions: cease resistance, connect to the public channel, and reveal their coordinates and accept our command, operating within the designated area?"
"They have."
"Then agree. Remember, maintain constant contact. Do not let your own judgment be interfered with. Have the battle-automata approach the area where the prisoners are being gathered first," Cypher replied, and then continued, "Everyone else, follow the battle-automata. We will clear the various passages. Any resistance will be killed on the spot!"
Cypher scanned the surrounding scene. This fortress was a hodgepodge. The structure was complex due to the construction of multiple generations. There was a lot of room for maneuver. But what really made him wary were the psykers. The Chaos-worshippers, led by Olynder's warband, would not sit back and wait to be killed. Unlike the brothers who were at each other's throats due to a difference in ideology, these traitors who had completely embraced the dark powers were the true Fallen Angels.
Everyone knew the score. This was a battlefield. There would be no mercy.
And inside Fort Vigilus, everyone was looking for their own way out. As the true Dark Angels began their attack, the outer defenses were lost at a terrifying speed. Everyone knew the fortress would fall. Some decided to fight one last battle. Some planned to use some warp-sorcery to run away. Some simply threw down their weapons and waited to be taken in.
Fort Vigilus was like a giant without a brain. It had the resistance forces that had been built up over centuries, but there was no one who could unite them.
In the sound of the rumbling, the weapons were roaring. And these loud sounds, when they reached the core hub, had already become extremely small, and could not even cover the 'click-clack' of the mechanical components.
"..." Arthur ignored the chaotic sounds.
The sword fell. A cold light flashed. The Librarian's incantation was cut short. His hands were still in the posture of gathering energy, but his body was slowly separating along the midline. Leaping several meters, Arthur saw the space behind him was collapsing, the terrifying aura of the warp gushing out like a tsunami.
The daily life of a psyker losing control. Under normal circumstances, he would have completely contaminated this place. But he paid it no mind. He just turned and, with a single sword-strike, killed the Chaos Spawn, and strode to the front of the central control room. The churning warp-tide behind him, upon touching his cloak, shattered like a wave against a reef. In an instant, the corridor returned to calm, only the Librarian's limbs, which had been torn apart by the rift, were completely pulverized.
"Trazyn, has the complete blueprint been deciphered?" he connected to Trazyn's side of the communication.
The history of the Vigilus hive cities was extremely ancient, especially the Oteck Hive, which had been jointly controlled by multiple factions and had served as the planet's water source. It contained countless documents from the Dark Age of Technology. After completing the initial communication with Stygies VIII, Trazyn, who had been promoted, was now, under the orders of the lords, excavating these documents in the Oteck Hive. The map of the interior of Fort Vigilus had also been dug out from a buried database.
And Trazyn was happy to do so. He was currently engaged in a traditionalist academic exchange with the Mechanicus priests from Stygies VIII who had come to hear the news. "Still digging," Trazyn's cheerful voice came from the other end. The recording device also picked up some scattered sounds.
With his long experience with various creations, Arthur could tell that it was the sound of a Necron Canoptek Acanthrite starting up. Oh, and a Canoptek Lord? It seemed the academic exchange over there was also very lively.
"Don't do anything superfluous," Arthur reminded. Although they did intend to break the Mechanicus's monopoly, that did not mean that all tech-priests were their enemies. If they could accept the Dawnbreakers' knowledge management regulations and conduct a joint technical exchange, then there was no harm in letting those tech-priests get involved. Cawl had even bought in.
"Don't worry. The deal has been proposed. The Aquila Council, which Lord Romulus has reorganized, is in talks. The ones who came are the ones who want it all." The background sound was filled with the crackle of an electric arc burning metal, and the angry binary screech of a certain Magos. This kind of person deserves to die.
A barely perceptible twitch pulled at the corner of Arthur's mouth. He then reminded, "I have now taken control of the Void Claw's core control room. Contact me as soon as the decryption is successful."
"You got it," Trazyn cheerfully hung up the communication and continued to focus on his passionate debate with the various Magi. Trazyn had always loved this passion of humanity, so he did not mind having some 'exchange' with humanity under certain necessary circumstances. For example, now—he raised a hand and caught a flying ancient servo-skull, and casually stuffed it into his analysis inventory. The skull's data-port was still spitting sparks unwillingly.
And Cawl was the type to be afraid of trouble, but he was also very interested in excavating knowledge. At this moment, he was squatting in the depths of the ruins, his mechadendrites probing a half-buried database, engrossed in analyzing the ancient data stream, completely ignoring the debris and stray shots that were occasionally falling from the ceiling. He was in charge of the exchange, Cawl was in charge of the digging. The results were shared. They were a perfect match!
"Haaa~" Arthur, having hung up the communication, first used his professional ability to lock down the main control room's panel, and then let out a breath. He felt the surrounding environment change in an instant, felt a pair of astonished eyes suddenly look at him.
The spell had been annihilated before it had even been cast. Arthur began to move through the battlefield, using the positioning of the Pentaculum Wing members to hunt down the Librarians who were using their psychic powers.
Just as Abaddon was always muttering about how he didn't use the power of Chaos, that he was pure nature, at most he would use a little of the power of Chaos. The so-called alliance with Chaos warbands for the sake of revenge against the Fallen was the same. Once you get involved, it is difficult to turn back.
Arthur leaned forward, his black sword piercing the skull of the Librarian before him. The eyes under the latter's mask were full of bewilderment. He had just released a spell, but this Primarch had rushed up at a faster speed and had pierced his skull with one sword. The skill that had been forged through countless bloody battles and exchanges had been frozen before it could be unleashed. The Librarian's fingers were still in the posture of casting a spell, but he could no longer complete the last rune.
"You... are a Primarch..." Luvon finally reacted, the vox-caster in his throat making a hoarse, static-filled sound from the damage. Only such a being could transcend common sense. He had discovered the true control room through a spell, but just as he was about to act, he had been pierced through the skull by a sudden attack. This unprepared Librarian had only had time to release a spell.
The Primarch is here. No, I must contact Abaddon immediately.
On Luvon's retinal display, the communication rune flashed frantically, but it could not connect. He had already found the coordinates. He only needed a short delay to complete his revenge. The servo-system of his power armour let out a dying whine. He struggled to raise his arm. Abaddon!
Luvon felt the connection between him and Abaddon rapidly weakening, and his eyes widened in fury. In his last moment, his mind tried to burst forth with a strong psychic spark, but it shattered like a bubble the moment it touched the Primarch's body, leaving only a resentful shriek.
You fething sold me out!
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