The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 252 240. Life is so unpredictable

"Negev, wake up! Negev!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, stood up in horror, and found himself back in his hometown.

In his former hometown, he became the child standing on the ruins again.

He will never forget that day, and even memory erasure cannot erase his thoughts.

His parents were excellent soldiers of the Astra Militarum, and they all died in the battle to defend their hometown. That day, countless meteors fell on the planet, destroying the beautiful hometown in his memory. The angels who betrayed the Emperor came here and slaughtered the residents and enslaved them wantonly, and the people died in the flames.

Tens of millions of people were slaughtered and enslaved in two weeks, and Negev was one of them. They were brought into the chaotic space, and there was endless darkness, as if only death could end the mutants and dark believers who beat him and his companions wantonly, and many people died in this inhuman pain.

But no one dared to resist, because no one wanted to lose his life, as if everyone here was specially selected, weak and incompetent, and allowed to be bullied.

But Negev was not such a person, his blood flowed with the blood of the Iron Legion. Finally, on the day when he was ten years old, he found a way to kill the laborer while he was humiliating another person. Then he tried every means to escape, and the fear of killing was slowly worn away on the road. Negev killed at least ten people, some of whom were even fully armed soldiers.

But in the end he still couldn't escape his fate and was caught back.

Just when Negev was waiting for what he thought was inevitable death, he was pardoned. But what he didn't expect was that a pharmacist took a fancy to the physique of this young man and transformed him into an Astarte.

After experiencing painful suffering, surgery and unbearable mental pressure, a new Iron Warrior came into this world.

But fate would not let him off easily. After he became an Astartes, although he fought bravely in the legion, he was never taken seriously and even insulted by veterans. He never knew why.

The reason was simple, because his gene seed was not the gene seed of the Iron Warriors, but the Imperial Fists.

After all the traitors fled into the Eye of Terror, everything became scarce, including warships, ammunition, food, water, and of course the most precious gene seed. Without the huge material resources of the Empire, they had no way to be self-sufficient.

So the original tradition of the legion began to be abandoned, just like their split legion, passing away little by little. Many Iron Warriors warbands were forced to use the gene seeds of other legions in this situation, even including the gene seeds of the loyalists. Of course, the most popular gene seed of the non-Iron Warriors legion faction was the Imperial Fists.

Because in the eyes of the Iron Warriors, being able to use the gene seeds of their former mortal enemies to fight for themselves is simply a huge humiliation to the Seventh Legion, and most importantly, these Astars are like real parts. Even if they die on the battlefield, there will not be too much brotherhood, so that the Iron Warriors can implement their creed of steel inside and outside.

Of course, these Space Marines will not know this truth. First, it is related to the honor of the Legion, and second, the cannon fodder must never know that they are cannon fodder.

A dozen Astartes like Negev took their own airborne capsules under the orders of their superiors. Negev did not tell his comrades that he still remembered his past, because every Iron Warrior, after joining the Legion, will completely erase his past memories and names, leaving only a cold code name.

If the pharmacist or the warband leader knew that it still had its own consciousness, he would definitely be finished.

Negev took his own airborne capsule and slowly watched those cold technical sergeants and Mechanicus heretics close the heavy airborne capsule hatch. Now there is only darkness here, no sound, only the light of the eye reflectors under the tactical helmets of his nominal blood brothers in front of him illuminates him.

Negev looked at this dark and familiar environment, and did not say anything, but closed his eyes, because he knew very well that soon he would follow his own battle as before, and step into the most difficult and cruel battlefield with his brothers.

And the task they have to perform is to jump into the battle.

After tracking the Flame Fleet, Perturabo's Iron Warriors found the Space Undead troops in less than three hours. It is obvious that the other party has discovered the Space Undead fleet and is ready to fight with them.

The idea of ​​the Iron Warriors is very simple, that is, to let the aliens fight each other, and then they will reap the benefits of the fishermen.

It is a very good idea, and it will be realized soon.

In the Flame Fleet, the far-sighted junior sister Yingyang led her subordinates to attack. Although the Space Undead were caught off guard, the vigilance during this period has helped them face this situation, have a plan, and quickly counterattack. The two sides fought together and were inseparable.

On the bridge of the Queen of Glory, Perturabo looked at the distant scenery through the portholes that were newly installed thousands of years ago. Speaking of this matter, it is a little funny. When the Jupiter Shipyard was manufacturing the Blood of Iron, it originally planned to equip this battleship with portholes, but on the eve of completion, Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, directly rejected this plan.

Perturabo said that in today's high-tech era, backward things like portholes are useless, so they are simply not installed. As a result, many problems occurred in actual combat, such as when encountering enemy electronic warfare suppression, camera damage, and subspace storms, the entire huge battleship was blind and could only rely on the auxiliary battleships next to it to provide intelligence.

So there was no way. After the Horus Heresy, the first thing Perturabo did was to install portholes on his flagship.

The Primarch looked at the alien battleships fighting each other, and couldn't help sneering in his heart. He sneered that all creatures in the world were so ridiculous.

Aliens fighting aliens, humans fighting humans, what a irony. Whether flesh and blood or fleshless, human or not, they are all so fragile in the face of interests, only cold data will not lie.

Perturabo waited patiently, waiting for the roar of the Queen of Glory's artillery.

Soon, this pleasant sound came.