MTL - Warhammer Inquisitor-Chapter 532 Rise of the Lion: Legion of Madmen

  Chapter 532 Rise of the Lion King: Legion of Madmen

In the dark room, the light shines at the very center, and the dazzling light hits the shoulders of Astartes' blue armor, shining with azure light. The bolt gun in his hand is held on his chest, at the barrel, Dancing with gloomy dots of light.

His right shoulder armor has a striking white painted armor, which indicates that he is a pharmacist, but at the same time, the bolt gun in his hand will also be used as the practice tool of the angel of death. , he started his first job.

Bell turned his head abruptly, raised the bolt gun in his hand and fired at the side. The roaring bomb hit the knife-wielding enemy rushing out of the shadows. He flew backward instantly, and his body exploded. Come, turn into countless light particles and sprinkle to the ground.

And above the fine grains of light, a pair of boots stepped over, and an enemy was rushing from the darkness outside the light with a chainsword in his hand. Bell turned the muzzle of the gun, aimed at the man and fired a precise shot, and then turned around. Turn around and fire continuously.

  The muzzle of his gun rotated rapidly, shooting around along with his body, knocking down the enemies who appeared in the darkness one by one.

Their explosions turned into countless flashes of light and disappeared into the air. There was no blood or broken limbs left on the ground. Bell took the bolt gun, aimed at the sight and pulled the trigger. The explosive bombs roared out and knocked over the weapon in hand rushing target.

A laser shot hit his shoulder, and the light beam bounced instantly, causing a buzzing sound to enter the inside of the helmet. Bell looked back, raised the bolter with one hand, and knocked over a person on the edge of the darkness with a single shot. Holding the gun at the target, he fell to the ground in an instant, his body turned into a light band and dissipated, and the gun in his hand flew away.

Bell looked around in the darkness, turned his head suddenly, heard the sound of footsteps behind him, pulled out the tactical dagger at his waist, and stabbed back with his backhand. A target's chest was pierced by his sword, and the halo came from behind him. His back spread out and he was hanging on the blade.

   "Shut down the training." Bell said with his head raised, and there was an echo of the terminal immediately, and the body of the target on his blade disappeared. He put away the short knife, and walked towards the dark border on one side with the bolt gun.

  Walking with Bell, the lights there turned on immediately, the darkness was dispelled, and the walls of the training room appeared in front of his eyes. Bell walked over and picked up the drinking water bottle on the weapon rack.

But it’s a water bottle, but you know, an Astarte-sized water bottle. Bell took off his helmet and took a big gulp of the special nutrient solution in it. The door of the training room in front of him slid open, and Bell walked out with his head held high. , came to the open training ground outside.

Here, other people are sitting on the surrounding steel benches cleaning and maintaining their weapons. They are polishing the weapons in their hands and applying maintenance powder to the power armor. Most of them are very serious and focused, except for one person exception.

   "I said Serksos, do you really need to keep your sword? Why don't you let that artificial intelligence chick build you a new one, just like mine."

Sicarius, still as frivolous as ever, with a hint of arrogance in his words, he pulled out a plasma pistol from the holster on his waist, that gun looked very different from the Empire, there was no exposed gun Although it does not have a huge physique, it is very small and light.

   "Helen said, this thing is much better than the Empire's, it won't blow up no matter how many times you hit it, and it also comes with a whirlwind grenade, which is more powerful than the Empire's and is very stable."

"Thank you, brother, but this sword has been with me for many years, and I still use it more smoothly." Seksos sat on a table not far away, and he polished the power sword in his hand with a whetstone. It is a sword that looks pitch black, but in the reflection, there are various strange colors flashing.

On the hilt of the sword, the former Chaos eight-pointed star logo has been removed, and the removal method was very rough. Bell remembered that he broke it off directly, and then crushed it on the ground with one foot, as if to prove that he had broken with Chaos up.

He wiped it, picked up the incense burner on the side, hung it on the sword body, and began to recite the scriptures in a low voice, "The wolf god, the wolf god, guide our sword to kill the enemy, and protect us heart, guide, our way."

Loken, who was sitting on the side, had different expressions on his face. He listened to those words, and many memories flashed in his eyes. He was sitting right behind Serksos, who had already changed into the snow-white Shadow Moon Cang. Wolf Armor.

Loken accepted his brother and let him join the newborn Shadowmoon Surging Wave Legion. Of course, that would only be done after they returned, but now, no matter what, the former admiral of the Black Fleet, who had turned from the dark to the bright from the Black Legion, had already There is a belonging.

Bell glanced at Captain Eisenstein who was not far away. He was silent as always, but he was serious and devoted to taking care of his weapons and equipment. The huge Terminator power armor would cost a lot of money to clean by one person. With little effort, in the past, the servants did it for them, or at least provided help from the sidelines.

  But Bell could tell that Eisenstein was very happy and enjoying the time he took to take care of the armor on his body. He was careful and earnest, without a trace of strange thoughts on his face, and he was quite involved in it, instead of listening to Sicarius' chat.

   "You should replace that sword. I heard that Chaos weapons will drive users crazy. Although you look normal, who knows?"

"Then I, maybe I'm a special case. Many of my brothers in the past have indeed gone mad. They were driven mad by their weapons and their thoughts. The legion has long since ceased to exist, and the glory of the past has long since dimmed. But I, Maybe there are a few of them who still maintain their sanity, like people from the Legion period."

   "Indeed, that's why they let you be the commander of the fleet. If you were a lunatic, you would probably just scream and rush forward with the huge fleet."

  Sicarius raised his sword. He followed the light above his head and looked at the blade, "But how did Abaddon lead a group of lunatics? Make them obey him and carry out orders."

"He can't, he is a war commander, more of a false job, and he is completely different from Horus at the time. At that time, the soldiers were all members of the legion, maintaining discipline and military discipline, but now, it is completely different. "

  Sexos said, shaking the censer in his hand, he nodded to Bell, Sicarius also noticed him, raised his head and greeted Bell, "Why are you out? Are you tired?"

   "Tired? No, my training is meaningless. My marksmanship is already superb. It's just a waste of time to continue. Why don't you come out and see what you are doing, and all I see is your nonsense."

   "This is called understanding our enemies, isn't it just like the scriptures teach? You like the scriptures, you should remember the contents, right?"

Sicarius turned his head with a smile, but the smile on his face did not mean that he was thinking seriously at all, "Okay, let's continue talking, let our big professor listen, so that maybe there is something in his mind. Can come up with something."

   "As you wish, Captain." Sirksos responded, he put the censer aside, and began to wipe the blade to remove the marks of grinding.

Bell also found a seat and sat down. He put the bolt gun on his knees and looked around for maintenance tools. It was too messy here and was messed up by Sicarius, but soon he saw the gun The oil pipe, the silent but reliable Captain Eisenstein, handed over the thing.

  Bell nodded to him to thank him, and then took it over. Sicarius sat aside, looked at Serksos with a smile, and waved his hand to signal him not to care about Bell next to him.

"Okay, what did I say just now? Ah, yes, Abaddon can't lead them. The current Black Legion and various rebel legions are no longer the legions of the past. As you said, most of them are crazy became manic, irritable, warlike and bloodthirsty, and mostly disobedient to orders."

"Even if the believers of different evil gods don't fight immediately, I will accept some of them. They hate it no less than they hate the empire, and Abaddon, although he is the choice of the four gods, I dare say that the four gods have never I haven't looked at him directly, although they have said that they support him in the eternal war for ten thousand years, but they are really serious, no one knows."

"The same is true for their believers. They will not obey this so-called warmaster at all. Abaddon may be able to defeat their warband leaders through personal competitions and gain temporary authority, but soon, traitors who will not obey discipline and do whatever they want , will return to the previous state.”

  "Most of the time, the rebel legion will not naturally obey Abaddon, obey the so-called Warmaster, they need Abaddon to exchange, pay and return in exchange for short-term support."

"So most of the time, Abaddon can only call out the Black Legion under his command. The rest of the rebel legions will only obey his arrangements in the early stage when conducting the Black Expedition. Once the empire collapses or the task is completed, They will immediately disperse to look for targets to plunder, kill and offer sacrifices to their respective evil gods, making military operations become chaotic and unnecessary. At this moment, you can no longer control them, Abaddon, just Let them sow chaos and create death and fear."

"It is true that Chaos tends to be undisciplined and do what it wants, fighting on its own at the very beginning of the war, providing the Empire with a chance to regroup and, in the end, win." Bell added that after taking the bolter apart, Start to maintain the weapon parts one by one.

"Yes, it's like this every time, but Abaddon can't control them, or he himself has gone crazy long ago. Abaddon is no longer the first company commander back then, and his heart was swallowed by anger. Occupied by the desire for revenge, becoming irritable, and often irrational, for the so-called glory, even if you pay heavy casualties to the Legion, you must solve the problem head-on."

"This made him defeated by the marshal on Terra, and after that... his thoughts became even more unstable." Serksos touched his face as he spoke. Although the wound caused by the magic sword healed, But there are still traces left there, as if they are still bleeding and stinging.

"Izekyr Abaddon disappeared with the legion a long time ago. What is left now is just a group of ghosts trapped in the past memories. He always suddenly gets stuck in the past memories, talking to himself, and , if you leaned against him then, you would be a poor victim of his madness."

   As Sirksos spoke, Loken sitting beside him remained silent, his eyes flickered with many memories, the Council of Four Kings, etc., those things that had already been heard following Istvan's betrayal.

"Abadon once executed the clone of Horus created by Fabius. He said that we can no longer be haunted by the past, but he never really came out. The father's affection has also changed from love to hatred. He even hated himself, the legion, and everything. He never regarded us as brothers, but he just threw himself into blood and fire to find the victim of revenge. "

Bell also fell silent. He couldn't imagine that feeling, and he couldn't understand how Serksos had survived under Abaddon's command all these years. He couldn't imagine that someone would hate his brothers and send them to death. Just for that illusory thing.

  But Sicarius seemed to be like a normal person, and he didn't know whether he didn't understand, or his own pride and arrogance would allow him to understand Abaddon to a certain extent.

   After all, in the past, Bell has heard that for his own glory, he will put his company into some battles that have no meaning in war.

   "I can still understand him, like we're sitting here, bored, and you're going to want to find something to do."

   "Then, you are lucky." Helen suddenly appeared beside the crowd, and no one noticed when she appeared. "You have a mission."

"What?" The calm Eisenstein spoke for the first time. Helen looked at her, and a holographic map appeared behind her, with several coordinate points appearing on it, "Vito, sir, you want to go to these locations. Before dawn, destroy everything in it, wipe out all enemies, and leave no one behind if they can move."

   "Understood." Eisenstein replied simply, but his movements were not simple. He stood up and looked at the people behind him with the helmet in his hand.

   "We only have five people, and there are many targets. Are you ready to eliminate them before dawn?"

   "Nonsense, I'm going to die of idleness." Sicarius stood up with a smile, he put the sword on his shoulder, and looked at Bell beside him, "What about you? Professor, are you ready?"

"Using your words, nonsense." Bell said that after loading the bolt gun, he pulled the bolt violently. He stood up, and Loken and Serksos on the opposite side also stood up. Eisenstein Looking at them, he turned around and lifted the power battle ax with his strong arms.

   "Then go, let the blood stain the dawn."

  (end of this chapter)