Chapter 150: Great Love Curze
Francis stood before the control panel, watching the changes in the Eye of Terror through the screen. It seemed a Daemon World had been blasted into a giant crater.
"Hiss~ Is that not enough power? The might is insufficient! Could it be that my operation isn't precise enough?" He frowned slightly, muttering to himself.
His fingers slid rapidly across the control panel, continuously adjusting parameters. As the runes on the control panel lit up one by one, the Blackstone Fortress's main weapon system began to operate at full capacity.
Continuous crimson beams of light spewed from the Blackstone Fortress, sweeping across every corner of the Eye of Terror like a raging storm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before Abaddon could organize more ships to arrive, countless massive beams of light instantly pierced the sky. Following the direction of the light, Chaos fleets in the distance were dissipating within the beams.
Chaos ships hidden in the Warp rifts were directly torn apart, their crew and warriors turning into particles and scattering along with their hulls.
One Daemon World after another became tattered and broken under the light.
Under the baptism of the light, screams rose and fell, wails echoing continuously. The daemons' voices intertwined in the Warp into a cacophony of piercing cries.
"Gulp~ It's not a good day for travel on Terra's calendar today. Let's fight another day! Everyone, don't panic! This is just a Warp storm. It will be over soon!" Abaddon soothed the restless Black Legion.
"But our ships are gone. What do we do?"
"Forget it, let's break up! We'll go gather some resources on our own."
"Exactly! You want revenge, but how will you go about it now?"
The warriors of the Black Legion spoke one after another. In a short while, the vast Black Legion was left with only members of the original Sons of Horus and some Death Guard warriors.
Seeing that warriors from other legions remained, Abaddon was somewhat pleased. It seemed his Warmaster charisma still had some sway over people.
"Brothers, your willingness to stay shows your foresight! We will soon be able to..."
Before Abaddon could finish speaking, the Death Guard, who had been lying on the ground, stood up and stretched.
"Alright, we're done. Let's find another place to sleep." With that, they slowly and leisurely left.
Abaddon: "..."
Sons of Horus: "..."
Further away in the Eye of Terror, utter chaos ensued, with daemons fleeing in all directions under the pursuit of the light beams.
"Don't chase me! Don't chase me!"
"How can this light even turn corners?"
The daemons fled in panic, and the massive beams of light, after colliding with planets, burst into even smaller beams.
Some daemons even tried to escape into the more bottomless void through Warp rifts, but the speed and penetrative power of the light left them nowhere to hide.
The continuous bombardment even triggered internal mutations within the Eye of Terror.
Some daemon souls, suppressed for thousands of years, were forcibly released, but were utterly annihilated by the light the moment they appeared. The entire entrance to the Eye of Terror was in utter disarray.
...
Meanwhile, on the Blackstone Fortress, the instigator Francis was still continuously debugging the power output of the light beams, muttering to himself.
"This isn't right! Why does the power decrease the more I debug it? This isn't what the instructions said! I remember the power should be more than this!"
Just as he continued to adjust, a low, hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him. "Primarch... enough... stop shooting... I'm almost done..."
Francis immediately stopped what he was doing and turned around.
His gaze fell on a complex mechanical instrument in the corner of the control room. He saw that Sarpedon's figure was almost skeletal, his faceplate dim and lifeless, clinging to his bones. He lay weakly on the instrument's connecting frame, his body riddled with thick tubes, as if all his life force had been drained.
"Stop shooting... I can't hold on much longer..." Sarpedon's cloudy eyes were filled with regret as he strained to utter a few words.
Francis froze. He then remembered that he was there to test fire this psychic amplification weapon!
This weapon could continuously amplify the power of psychic energy, but this inevitably required drawing some initial psychic energy from the psychic provider. Firing the cannon earlier was too exhilarating, and he had completely forgotten about this!
Francis: "..."
'Oopsie Te-he~'
"Uh, I didn't do it on purpose. You know, this thing is like a machine gun, and the Eye of Terror is the target. It's really satisfying to shoot! I'm all fired up! He-He...hehe...he..."
Soul Drinkers: "..."
Looking at his expression, Sarpedon understood, and a clear tear streamed from his eye. If there were a next time, he would definitely not agree to the Primarch's request for an experiment.
Seeing his aggrieved expression, Francis scratched his head, gritted his teeth, and thought for a long time before speaking.
"How about I go up there? You try firing it?"
Sarpedon: "...No!"
In the vast sea of stars, an Ork Attack Moon floated in orbit, like a gigantic steel fortress. Salamanders' ships were fiercely bombarding this Attack Moon.
Shining gunfire and explosions formed a continuous chain on the Attack Moon's exterior, with huge cracks and collapses appearing on the steel surface. However, countless Orks and turrets were also fiercely retaliating, and the battle between the two sides was deadlocked.
The Salamanders' landing craft plunged onto the moon's surface amidst flames, and warriors rushed out, wielding flamethrowers and turning the approaching Ork Boyz into a sea of fire.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!!"
"Into the fires of battle, unto the Anvil of War!"
Their battle cries were deafening.
Just as both sides were at a stalemate, the ground suddenly trembled violently, accompanied by the sound of twisting metal and cracking earth. A colossal creature slowly crawled out from the core region of the Attack Moon.
This was a Squig beast, one of the largest creatures among the Orks.
This giant beast's back was covered with hard carapaces and jagged metal spikes, and green Ork runes emitted an evil glow from its body.
"Roar roar roar~~~"
It raised its enormous head, revealing ferocious fangs, and roared madly. Most importantly, it could walk upright! This completely exceeded the standard of an ordinary Squig beast.
The Salamanders' warriors were all shocked by this sight. The Squig beast took its mountain-like strides, each step leaving deep craters in the ground, as if the entire Attack Moon was trembling.
It wielded weapons made of metal and energy with its massive arms, and a single casual blow smashed the Salamanders' lander into pieces. Its deep roar echoed across the battlefield.
Inspired by it, countless Ork Boyz frantically gathered around the Squig beast, shouting a deafening "Waaaaaaagh!"
The fervent war cries rose and fell like a tsunami, converging into a terrifying psychic energy that surged towards the giant beast's body in a visible green light. The Ork Boyz were completely in a state of battle frenzy, wielding crude but deadly weapons and swarming towards the invaders.
Among these Ork Boyz, some held giant choppas, some dragged heavy shooting weapons, and some even charged on crude mechanical beasts. Each wave of attack was as surging as a tide, yet the Salamanders' squad stood firm like an unmoving rock.
The Salamanders' warriors calmly met the challenge, the flames from their flamethrowers turning into fiery dragons and engulfing swathes of Ork Boyz.
Burning corpses turned into black ashes, but more Ork Boyz surged from all directions, their roars shaking the heavens.
One by one, the Salamanders' warriors fell. Commander Tu'Shan stood at the front of the squad, his armor already stained dark green with Ork blood. The flamethrower on his shoulder spewed out scorching flames like an enraged dragon.
"Don't be afraid, Brothers! Reinforcements are coming soon!" Tu'Shan roared, his weapon still continuously spewing phosphorus fire.
With his other hand, he pulled out a potion made by the Soul Drinkers. Unfortunately, an incredibly huge palm slapped towards him.
At the same time, in the same war zone, the Night Lords' ships lurked like a predator, their cold hulls gleaming with a dark light under the starlight.
Konrad Curze stood silently before the command console, his gaze fixed on the Attack Moon.
"Fire. Appropriate sacrifice is worth it!" His voice was low and cold.
Soon, a dark red light shone at the front of the ships.
A beam of destructive energy struck the core of the Attack Moon directly, the dark shockwave tearing through the moon. Its fragments and energy affected nearby colony planets, instantly turning them into a sea of fire. Billions of lives were extinguished in an instant. Whether Ork Boyz or Imperial citizens still bravely resisting, none were spared.
Vulkan's eyes widened as he witnessed the detonation. His rage almost materialized, and he roared into the comms channel.
"KONRAD CURZE! Your indiscriminate slaughter is OUTRAGEOUS! HOW DARE you deny them the chance to live when there was still hope? ANSWER ME!!"
Konrad Curze, receiving the communication, shook his head slowly, then said in a deep voice, "Hope? The green tide has corrupted that planet. Their fate is death."
"Sacrificing the lives of a few to protect more people! What's wrong with that? As long as there are people alive, they can give birth to more humans, and new humans will reclaim this planet again."
Hearing this, Vulkan grew even angrier. He struck the console's edge, growling, "Fallacy! It's simply a fallacy! I will save them! They are innocent! You are too cold-blooded! I will smash your head under my fist."
And hearing such a reply, Konrad Curze was first startled, then remembered what was said in the writings. "What do others' insults and mockery have to do with you? They are merely others' opinions! If you live by others' opinions, how can you enjoy life, experience life?"
Thinking of this, Konrad Curze's heart was incredibly calm.
He even opened a Canned Meal and began to eat. But alas, he had not yet achieved the enlightened state of mind described in the novels, and he eventually replied with a few sentences.
"You are wrong! if human growth relies on external forces, then humans will never truly grow. Perhaps, one day in the future, you will understand everything I have done today. I am the one who truly loves humanity!"
Vulkan: "?"
[End of Chapter]
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