20demayo Chapter 559 Meeting on board to exchange cooperation
Chapter 559 Meeting on board to exchange cooperation
Rebos flew his stealth fighter through, eating away at the Eldar raiders that were left of the frigate.
After searching for more than ten hours in the vast nebula, the location of the Imperial fleet was finally determined.
After several hours of pursuit, the identification signal was finally sent through the internal channel to the group of silent ships.
The patrolling fighters immediately flew on both sides. The charred and damaged marks on the top were very obvious. If it were not for the fact that space does not affect shape, it would be a problem for them to fly.
The hangar was opened, and several senior commanders of the ships were eagerly waiting. When Rebos stepped off the fighter plane, they all stepped forward to welcome him.
"I am Admiral Ferrari, the captain of the battleship Emperor's Sword, and the deputy commander of this operation. It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency the Inquisitor."
Ribos suddenly wanted to say in his heart that it was too early for you to be happy, but under the control of his emotions he held back and didn't say it.
"What is your current casualty situation?"
"It's very tragic. This is the data we compiled. You can see it for yourself."
As if it would hurt to say it out loud, the Admiral handed the panel to Rebos, and a long string of data quickly appeared.
Three battleships were still able to move except for being hit by a few shells. Only two of the five light cruisers were left, and only four frigates were left.
Fortunately, the main force was still there, so they managed to hold on until they reached the nebula to rest for a while, but this was also a respite.
Especially after learning that Rebos did not bring any decent reinforcements, everyone's happy expressions plummeted.
"It will be difficult for you to wait for reinforcements to arrive. Everyone on the dark side of the empire is fighting on their own."
"Then..I'm afraid your purpose of coming here is not to help."
"Yes, I want to see your commander-in-chief."
The admiral and other senior commanders looked at each other, and suddenly they all laughed.
“Sir, since you came here via a distress signal, you must be aware of the commander-in-chief’s situation.
It's not an insult, but you must be aware of your status as an Inquisitor, and you are already difficult enough.
But to be honest, facing those elusive giants, they won’t even give us a chance to meet them.
Yes, even me."
"Hmph..it's not an insult, that's you guys."
Rebos said this, puffing out his chest.
Everyone was shocked, but no one was angry. Instead, they wanted to see what this guy was capable of.
So the admiral asked everyone to do their job and took Rebos to the restricted area of the ship that was not marked on the structural diagram.
After passing through various checkpoints, even the stormtroopers guarding the gate with the rank of admiral will not let you pass easily, especially with a stranger who is not included in the ship's identity recognition.
Even if the Inquisitor's Skull Seal is revealed, they will conduct multiple genetic checks to confirm that it is not an alien in disguise.
"There is a problem with the blood analysis..."
The Admiral was shocked by the stormtrooper's puzzled words, but the explanation in the next sentence, far from changing anything, was even more shocking.
"How come it still carries the characteristics of gene seeds?"
"What's the meaning?!"
"On the surface."
"Astartes?!"
"Ah."
Everyone focused their attention on this seemingly plain-looking judge, and became even more curious about his life experience.
"You...are the defective product of the transformation experiment?"
"This is the work I am most proud of.. Phew, this is my own business."
"Oh, I see, I made a slip of the tongue. Can you prove your identity now? Open the door."
The admiral waved his hand and the stormtroopers stopped trying to stop him.
As Rebos thought about the uncontrollable words just now, he felt that his program was becoming more and more unstable.
"call."
"Stop."
The whistling sound of the wind was followed by the translator's translation. The lights gradually lit up, and the dark gold armor of the silent nuns at the end of the corridor reflected the proper luster.
One of the four silent nuns withdrew her hand, and then quickly waved her hands to make sign language.
"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, the Sisters of Silence, the Hall of Stars, the Guardian Knights, the Deputy Commander of Operations, Alice Monroe, has stated..."
"I can understand sign language."
As soon as the translator next to the nun introduced his identity, Rebos immediately interrupted the subsequent translation process.
And as he spoke, he also used the sign language that the Sisters of Silence used to communicate.
As long as it was not newly created, he knew all the standard sign languages of the Imperial Organization.
The interpreter nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by the admiral, who said he didn't understand.
“He said that you have already reported his identity, and the Stormtroopers have confirmed that he is not an alien in disguise.
Time is short, and he doesn't want to explain too much, so let him talk to them."
The nuns' tiny body movements showed that they had a slight reaction to Rebos's behavior.
However, he still did not give in and continued to sign. The interpreter approached the admiral and whispered:
“They said that they would accept the help but except for retaining the necessary personal guards, all command would be handed over to them.
What they need is a team that follows orders and doesn’t need to have their own opinions.”
The admiral pouted and nodded repeatedly, thinking that the Inquisitor was of no use here.
And when they say they are handing over command, it really means that we cannot move our troops and have to obey their orders completely.
How could an inquisitor, and a heretic inquisitor at that, submit to someone else, even if the other party was a member of the Imperial Guard?
"Okay.. Damn, he said yes."
"Ah? Could he be an alien in disguise?"
The interpreter and the admiral watched silently on the side, but now it was the group of silent nuns who were no longer silent.
They began to discuss whether to let Rebos in, but Rebos was not in a hurry at the moment.
“He said that he had a silent sister named Grave stationed on his ship.
The opponent's bodily functions were severely damaged, and even caused a backlash of negative psychic energy.
After many experiments, it was found that it only had a significant reaction to negative psychic energy.
So, if you have the opportunity, I hope you can go to his ship.
Meeting with colleagues may bring unexpected reactions, and even help find the culprit who hurt her."
After Rebos finished signing, he took out a data tablet, on which Grave's medical data was clearly visible.
"Hiss...Fuck, as expected of the Inquisition, it's done."
Before he could finish his words, the Sisters of Silence made way for him. Rebos nodded slightly and came to the huge adamantine gate.
Sister Silent continued her sign language: "Unless we reach the coordinate point of our journey, or suffer a serious external attack.
Otherwise, the door will not open, and you can only communicate through the communicator above."
Rebos shook his head speechlessly, feeling that locking the strongest fighter in a cage was tantamount to cerebral palsy, even if it was for the purpose of protecting the gene seed.
For no reason, a term suddenly popped into his mind - the Supreme Lord.
"Your Excellency the Judge, that's enough." The interpreter stepped forward and reminded.
"you.."
"Admiral, how long until the next target?"
Just as Rebos was about to ask a question, he was interrupted by the communicator.
The admiral behind him seemed to know that this would happen, and immediately replied:
"With luck, you can get it in three days..."
"It's time for bad luck. No reinforcements will arrive. Instead, a large army of aliens will arrive."
Of course, Rebos knew that the obedience test had already begun, but he was not one to talk easily, so he interrupted and took control of the conversation.
"Is this how you take orders?"
"Because it is the most effective way, and the most suitable action right now is to transport the cargo to other ships that are not part of your fleet."
"That is, your ship. Hmm, it can be used as a backup plan.
However, I think your eyes are not blind, you should have seen what Sister Alice said.
The confinement gate cannot be opened. If you want to help, just follow my instructions, Inquisitor..."
After a brief pause on the communicator, Rebos slowly said his name.
"Rebos."
"The Imperial Guards, the Imperial Shield Corps, the Imperial Envoy, the Imperial Guards, Hemiel Hussein Vladimir..."
“Okay, you who still has 49 subsequent titles. Yes, I know your name and your deeds.
Give me the names of other Custodians, and I can recite their subsequent titles verbatim.
I know what you mean. You are not afraid of anything. The only things that surround you, besides fear, are corpses.
You are the Emperor's most outstanding warriors, the most powerful soldiers under the Primarch, and warriors who can show the glory of the Emperor.
I have no doubt that it was you yourselves who revealed the cargo you were transporting when the Dark Eldar were about to raid.
In this way, they will not use weapons of mass destruction because they want to get what they want, so you can kill them one by one or in groups.
That's right, isn't my guess consistent with yours?"
This was the first time that Rebos said so much, and this time, he was not acting on emotion, but a piece of code in his logic engine came into play, causing him to have some opinions about this group of golden corn spirits.
There was silence, not a long one, but the admiral felt like a year had passed.
He stared at the judge's witty remarks in amazement, and for the first time he couldn't help but want to praise him loudly.
Even though he didn't know why he was being praised, he still felt good. So he gave a thumbs up and nodded with a pout.
Rebos raised his chin subconsciously, then turned his attention back to the silent communicator, waiting for the other party's reply.
"You did cause me to make some mistakes in my judgment, Inquisitor. I don't know if I have ever met you.
There are very few things that can make me curious, I really want to see how unique you are. "
As soon as the Imperial Guard Hemiel finished speaking, the mechanical tentacles under Rebos' robe immediately stretched into the communicator.
There was a burst of sparks and lightning, and as the Trojan virus spread, the red light on the communicator turned green.
With a buzzing sound, a muffled sound of an amplified machine came from within the refined gold wall.
The speed of breaking the system logic was very fast. As soon as several silent sisters raised their beheading swords, the door that could resist the ship's explosion slowly opened.
Rebos clearly heard the sound of the admiral beside him swallowing his saliva. His eyes were sharp as he stared at the light that appeared in the portal.
"This doesn't seem like an ability an Inquisitor should have."
As the giant in golden armor slowly emerged with a roar like a bell, the interpreter took several steps back due to the obvious pressure.
That extremely luxurious platinum armor is not just for looks, any set of it is worth a planet with a complete ecological chain.
Each set is a unique set of equipment for everyone, completely different from the standard equipment of the Astartes.
Furthermore, the training methods of the Custodes and Astartes are completely different, and the ancient craft of biological alchemy consumes so many resources that it can supply several star regions.
They need to be nurtured from infancy and almost throughout their entire growth process.
Their transformation program is not as completely standardized as that of Space Marines, who transplant ready-to-drink seeds and complete 19 to 21 operations.
Each candidate receives a customized service to create or enhance certain traits based on their unique genetic potential.
Each one is an incomparable and unique member of the Custodes, stronger, wiser, braver, and more loyal.
Now, there are four of them.
"Commander of the Imperial Guards."
The admiral seemed no different from a child at this moment. After saying hello, he stepped aside and waited for the show to begin.
Sister Silent also used sign language, and the leading guard Hemiel nodded, then looked straight at her and said:
"Explain yourself. I am curious... Astartes... Inquisitor... or Tech-magus of the Adeptus Mechanicus?"
Except for the leader Hemiel who was holding a guard halberd with a grenade launcher, the other three were carrying swords and shields.
The huge sentinel broadsword was almost as wide as an adult's thigh, and there was a powerful grenade launcher installed on the handle.
It can be wielded with one hand at any distance, and the Adamantite Storm Shield also has a built-in energy shield generator.
Attack and defense in one, destruction in one. Rebos silently calculated the chances of the Fire Covenant against them.
Four Custodes plus four Sisters of Silence, 0% win rate. Only four Custodes, 10% win rate.
"We were never soldiers... In their eyes, we must be rage incarnate. In their eyes, we must live only to destroy.
But we were his companions. We were his trusted ones. We were his counselors, we were his craftsmen.
We are a glimpse of what this species can become if it is properly guided and freed from the constraints of its own evil desires and weaknesses.
Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew that war was coming. It was a necessary part of ascension, though it was not destined to last forever.
We are the guardians of the new era and must be strong enough to ensure its safety.
Rebos said something that puzzled everyone, but the imperial guards took off their helmets one after another.
"Captain Valerian's explanation of the Custodes... You are much smarter than I thought, Rebos."
"Although I have the limitations of my gene seed, I will never be blinded by so-called honor, Hemiel."
The Imperial Guard was silent for only three seconds, and then agreed with Rebos's opinion.
"Admiral, open up a channel and prepare to transport gene seeds."
The admiral straightened his back and said subconsciously:
"It's going so smoothly?"
"Of course, without the worry of guarding the cargo, I can perform another duty."
The four imperial guards grasped their weapons at the same time, and everyone knew that the other side was ready to kill.
The admiral was very happy, but a piece of news made him wonder whether he should continue to be happy.
"Outer sentry alert, the aliens have found our location."