parentshiftbook Chapter 828 The Plan Can't Keep Up With Changes
Chapter 828 The Plan Can't Keep Up With Changes
What a pity... I haven't thoroughly studied this anti-virus device, and it will be lost here...
Feeling unwilling to give up under the pressure, Rom took advantage of the short period of time to breathe during the tsunami of waste codes and began to enter the escape program. Just before the wave was about to hit the sages, their data bodies separated from the space and returned to them along the original path. in the real body.
The cables were violently ejected. Under the influence of high-voltage current, these cables danced like snakes crazily after leaving the sage's body, spitting out letters made of thunder.
They all activated the plasma shield powered by the nuclear reactor, and the thunder struck on it causing ripples.
The sage aimed all kinds of killing weapons at the Po-12 Sage who had not yet escaped from the space and opened fire. The plasma ball and thermal radiation destroyed the body of the Po-12 Sage and turned him and the jack under him into emanations. The molten iron tastes like iron paste.
But it's not over yet. The auspicious device shows many high-energy light spots appearing around it. These are the intelligent control legions led by Po 12 approaching the conference venue.
"what should we do?"
"Kill out and send a distress signal to the empire!" Rom acted quickly, his stooped and bloated back unfolded, and several Gaussian weapons glowing with faint green light slowly rose up.
At this time, no one would blindly ask where the alien weapons on Rom came from. They needed to go all out to survive the siege of the Intelligent Control Legion that was entering a state of extinction.
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"My clone was destroyed." Kalbohar woke up from the console, with Carlos the Fateweaver and Amalaga guarding him.
"That clone should have been used at a more critical moment." Kalbohar said, and others could not tell whether he was complaining.
"But you got the gift of meeting the God of All Machines. Only by relying on this can you break the cell that imprisons him and communicate with him in a mortal state." Carlos said.
Kalbohar did not comment, but simply engraved the outline of the rune and stored it in his own database.
The subspace that had been calm for a while then began to become turbid and turbulent, as if Agpilina's turmoil was the prelude to a certain event.
Tzeentch fiddled with the puppets of fate, waiting for their moment to come into play.
There is a thick plan book in his hand, which is covered with dense text. If you look carefully, it is full of the names and organization of the imperial troops. The Voskani Cavalry is also on it, and it is in the first conspicuous position. Location.
However, this plan has been abandoned by Tzeentch. The subject's advance notice and the involvement of Slaanesh make the implementation of this plan seem tedious.
"They should have sacrificed more blood for me!" Khorne breathed out a breath of angry fire. He was very dissatisfied with Slaanesh's behavior of cutting off the Voskani Iron Cavalry. His precious sanity was almost consumed. The edge of the end.
"Don't be anxious, let me make the last preparation." Tzeentch was not in a hurry. He looked at the forging world of Agpilina, which was ravaged by the waste code, and sprinkled some more Destroyer virus.
The servitors welded to the machine have become the best medium for inoculation with the Destroyer virus. Their fragile bodies and empty brains are occupied by the madness of the virus. All the pain the mechanical priests inflict on the slaves nourishes the Destroyer virus. More active, soon the industrial area was overrun with deformed cyborg monsters.
The Intelligent Control Legion and slave monsters cannot shake the defense of the Agpilina Forge World. The Skitarii and Titan Legion above can wipe out all traitors within a few months.
But this is Tzeentch's calculation, not the calculation of the empire's top brass. In their eyes, Agpilina suddenly lost contact just now, and the nervous senior officials of the empire must have thought that Agpilina was attacked by the Chaos Legion.
They will send part of the Cadian garrison to Agpilina to assist in the battle, and then Abaddon will take this opportunity with the Black Legion to attack Cadia.
It is a very simple tactic of seducing the east and attacking the west. Using such a strategy is simply an insult to Tzeentch. But there was nothing Tzeentch could do, after all, he couldn't suppress the fire of Khorne.
Tzeentch had a more complex plan, and the interconnected plans were to send the Imperial defenders to death.
But Khorne was obviously fed up with Tzeentch's rustling pen and sinister soliloquy when he wrote the plan. If Nurgle hadn't been standing by to start a fight, the World Eaters fleet would have crashed into Cadia.
"Let us fight," Khorne urged.
"One more thing..." Tzeentch continued in a long tone.
Khorne's armor creaked as he tapped his feet to temporarily relieve his anxiety.
"Hmm..." Tzeentch nodded, and Khorne thought this was a signal to launch an attack.
"Not yet, there's still one step left." Tzeentch chirped and continued to write and draw on the table. Khorne on the side held his ax tightly and looked at Tzeentch with an unkind look.
"Okay~ Are you okay?" Tzeentch said to himself, even Nurgle beside him couldn't stand it anymore.
Nurgle secreted some phlegm and blamed Tzeentch for delaying. He didn't know why Tzeentch had delayed for so long.
"Hehe." The traitor laughed, then tilted his head and looked at Khorne and Nurgle and said, "What do you think?"
"You bastard!" Khorne violently struck Tzeentch with the ax with his left hand. With his right hand, he grabbed the bowl of hot soup in front of Nurgle and smashed it into Tzeentch's face. Then he opened the table, Roaring, he ordered his warriors to attack.
At this time, Warmaster Abaddon of the Black Legion was quietly staying on the Vengeful Spirit, waiting for the Word Bearers' ritual to be completed.
They wanted to sacrifice a planet sunk into the Eye of Terror to create a localized Warp Storm, which would leave Cadia alone for a while.
"Warmaster!" A communications officer in the bridge suddenly shouted loudly, and the panic in his tone made Abaddon a little dissatisfied.
Abaddon said in a deep voice, "What's wrong?" The coldness in his voice made the communications officer quickly calm down.
"The great Warmaster... the Voice of the Skull, the Crimson Fury, the Blood of the Skull..." The communications officer reported the names of more than a dozen battleships and warbands. Abaddon was all convinced when he heard it. The cruel war gang felt a little bit in their hearts, and a bad feeling arose spontaneously.
"They broke away from the fleet and headed towards Cadia!"
"What about the Telemanons who were responsible for overseeing them? Why weren't they doing their job?"
"I don't know about the Warmaster. He said he would talk to you personally."
A message hurriedly broke into the battleship's communication network. Abaddon's herald Telemanon appeared on the screen. Behind him was the bridge burning with fire and smoke.
"The imperial reconnaissance force came in? Are they going to hunt down the imperial fleet?"
"No..." Telemanon shook his head, and then said through gritted teeth, "They are crazy! They just want to rush to Cadia, and they use macro cannons to open a channel among our battleships!"
Abaddon was furious after hearing this, and when he exerted force with his hand, the communications officer was crushed to pieces by him.
What else can be done now? We can only attack with Khorne's madness...
"Let the wizards of the Word Bearers continue the ritual! An attack that none of us could have anticipated, let alone the Empire!"
"Yes, Warmaster."
(Graduation is approaching and there are so many things to do. Annoyed. I was so tired yesterday that I fell asleep for ten or even nine hours.)