vrcanaries Chapter 393: Landing in the Death World
Chapter 393: Landing in the Death World
Benson returned to the queue and frowned as he watched the cargo ship being transported to the cabin, wondering what secrets were hidden in the things he bought.
"Where have you been just now?" Sister Stika asked, carrying the purchased plasma incinerator on her shoulder.
Benson pinched his nose, forced a smile, and said gently to the lady he liked:
"This old guy wants to form a special team and train it himself, and he chose me. Although he has no military rank, even Pope Ian listens to him, so I can only leave it to fate."
"Huh? Screw him, you're obviously my contact, I won't allow you to, I'm going to go find Ian."
When Sister Stika heard this, she immediately puffed out her beard and glared, saying that she was looking for Ian, but in fact she was walking towards Rebos' face with a gun.
Benson didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly dragged and pulled her. Looking at the lady in front of him who was angry because of him, he felt secretly happy in his heart.
"Okay, okay, my dear, I don't think this is a bad thing. Although this guy is as cold as a toilet seat, his strength is indeed one-on-one.
If I join his special forces team, it will definitely strengthen my combat skills, and I will be able to better protect your safety during the missionary journey in the future."
Stika rolled his eyes at Benson, tapped his hand, and cursed at Rebos who was not far away.
"Well, let's have one last special training session tonight at training ground No. 3."
After saying that, Stika turned around and left, leaving Benson rubbing his hands with excitement.
Caroline smiled faintly and looked at the intimacy between her sister and her lover. She sincerely wished that the two of them could support each other and move forward.
It's not that nuns can't fall in love or get married. They understand the difficulty of the path they are walking, and they don't have time to fall in love.
If there is a chance...if someone can awaken their buried feelings...if there is...
Caroline looks at Lin Heng (Rebos) who is communicating with Ian, and she thinks about how deep her past feelings were for him.
"Mr. Rebos, the Zakli Think Tank is now online. What do you want to tell us?" Ian asked.
Zachli, who was blind in his left eye, nodded. Rebos clicked on the Thinker, projected a galaxy map, and pointed to a lush green planet full of life and said:
"The Death World of Catachan, our next destination."
Ian and Zachli trembled at the same time. The think tank's reaction was even a little out of control. After the holographic projection faded for a while, the think tank spoke nervously:
"I just tried to divine the situation on Catachan... My vision was filled with red, my hearing was filled with wailing, my sense of smell was filled with damp miasma, my sense of touch was filled with broken flesh, and my sense of taste was filled with the smell of various corpses..."
Ian shuddered, as if he had felt everything the Think Tank had said. Although he had never been to Catachan, he understood the meaning of the world of death.
All star maps will mark absolutely forbidden areas, and Catachan is one of them. It is a notorious death world, full of dangers and insecure at any time.
"Why...why go to this planet?!" Ian said in astonishment.
“You don’t have to think too much about it. This is not a battle you can participate in. The state religion and the war group are beyond my consideration. I am just informing you.
However, I need your help, Zakri Think Tank. I don't have psychic powers, so you need to take action in certain situations."
"Don't you need to call the brothers in the regiment?"
"No need. I will form a special forces unit, and the Order will also provide a large number of Skitarii. Besides, the real main force can only be seen in Catachan."
"Understood. I will communicate with Pastor Caesar." The think tank said and disconnected.
Ian frowned, it was hard for him to accept that his backbone was going to the world of death all of a sudden. It would be fine if he was told the purpose, but not telling him anything made him have some wild thoughts.
"Then, Lord Rebos, is there anything you need me to do while you are away?"
“Recruit as many people as possible, especially young people, and train the chapter’s priests and pharmacists to add new forces to the chapter as soon as possible.
Looking at the transformation of the two ships, the Order will definitely add as many new weapons as possible. We will accept them all and continue our new journey when we return."
Hearing Rebos's confident words, Ian had to swallow back the questions he wanted to ask.
"Then let Caroline follow you. At least the God-Emperor's 'truth' can protect you and bring you back safely."
Rebos thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Ian took a deep breath and felt at least a little safer.
He worked non-stop to arrange the display of the auction items, making his church more and more filled with divinity. He knelt on the ground to bathe in the glory and praise the Emperor of God.
...
"General, the plan is as you expected. The guy Mars did not take any of the Ecclesiarchy or the Legion's troops with him. The other side only took a think tank, a nun, and some soldiers from their own ship.
But the one who carried the weapon was also the nun who was taken away... a negative psychic named Caroline."
General Reza's forty mechanical fingers tapped on the scepter as he listened to the report from the Octopus Sage, seemingly immersed in information calculations.
"That's even better. This way I don't have to 'divide the power into two lines' and waste my precious computing power. Let the priests leading the two exploration ships get ready.
Provide assistance at 200% power until you get the Demon Bronze Mirror, that guy's central processor, and the weapon in the nun's hand.
Three more cruisers were secretly dispatched to attract the orc "waaagh" army in the northeastern star zone of Catachan, and borrow other people's electricity to supplement their own energy (killing with a borrowed knife).
Hehehe, Mars...this time I'm going to make you lose money on electricity."
"One more thing." The second unremarkable sage said, "The transport ship that was scanned earlier has been transported to the light cruiser rented by the Martian boy, according to the news sent by the starport.
The underground factory is very old, and it is estimated that it has not been used since it built the required products. Its terminal processor has cleared the data and cannot be restored. "
"Keep investigating. If there is one, there must be other places we don't know about. I want 100% of the stars to be within the visible range, leaving no blind spots!"
"Yes, General..."
...
The fleet set off. Two exploration ships of the Order plus a light cruiser formed a joint fleet to Catachan. During the fifteen-day journey, Rebos once again confined himself.
Caroline didn't know what the other party was researching, so she could only discuss with the Zakli Think Tank and the leading priest on how to carry out the recycling plan in Catachan.
"Only 2% of the world's existing hardened ground is available on Catachan, so driving a tank through the jungle is out of the question. Transport planes are not easy to use either, as some trees can be as high as or meters, and we simply cannot land in them.
The only ones that can be used are the Order's walkers, crawlers, and dragoons, which are slightly better, and the rest are the Sentinel walking tanks, which can be considered good things with firepower and load capacity."
Listening to the words of the ruling priest, Zachli couldn't help but sigh. Looking at Benson and others who were constantly adapting to the sentinel walking tanks in the surveillance, he couldn't help but admire Rebos's foresight.
Big Brother on the Front Line, Priest in Charge
"I don't know if this can be considered the most difficult mission I'm about to go through. There's no infantry-tank coordination, no air support, and not even a bit of heavy firepower."
The Zakri Think Tank was quite confused about the future, and so was Caroline. The ruling priest distributed the information about Catachan to them, and there were dozens of issues that needed attention.
Animals, plants, air, water, humidity, bacteria, viruses, and so on. There are more than a dozen types of threats to Space Marines, not to mention the harsh environment that is intertwined.
The more they understood Catachan's situation, the more frequent Zachary's daily divination and Caroline's daily prayers became.
A planet that is said to be competing with plants for territory, this thought is enough to make people's brains stop, especially after seeing the copies of the video that have been passed down. People's hearts became more and more agitated as they got closer to Catachan.
Fortunately, Rebos finally managed to get out of seclusion, and his body seemed to be stronger under the camouflage cloak of Phobos. It seemed that he had repaired and upgraded the damaged body.
"There is not even a space station. It's a green but murderous death world." Zachary muttered to himself as he looked out the window at the primitive world.
"Let's contact the Catachan Legion on the ground first and have them pick us up while canceling the air defense system's warning."
Caroline's worries were not unfounded, but the next words of the ruling priest gave everyone a headache.
"Because Catachan is so close to the Great Rift, and its magnetic field is constantly fluctuating, contacting any military camp, stronghold, or bunker is more dependent on luck.
That is to say, the troops can only approach the enemy camp by ground march, and besides, the sky over Catachan is just as dangerous as the ground."
Rebos followed up and said, “And all the large military camps are located in the open plains, far away from the temple in the canyon.
We only need to mobilize troops from nearby strongholds of varying sizes, with three or five companies leading the way and providing cover, without preparing for a war of attrition. "
The combined warship hovered in Catachan's low-Earth orbit, its hatch opened wide, and ten fully armed Sentinel walkers that had been newly upgraded by the Order boarded the transport ship. Two other ships of the Order's forces detached from the warship and began to sail towards the beacon location.
Sentinel Walker, an all-terrain vehicle that can be used as a logistics forklift by installing a mechanical arm
The ten pilots carefully selected by Rebos were ready to go, with Benson, the leader, in high spirits.
"Finally I can take a breath. My eyes are blurry from all the target shooting. I'm going to shoot everything I see!"
Swing the joystick to wield the heavy chainsword at position one, preheat the promethium flamethrower at position two, check the cluster storm laser gun at position three, adjust the plasma cannon at position four, and awaken the three soul-chasing missile machine spirits behind you.
Caroline and Zachley also each put on a jumping backpack, and then one of them performed divination and the other made a sincere prayer.
It was extremely dangerous...and unsettling...but no matter what, this couldn't stop them.
However, what greeted them was not a sunny agricultural park, but a stormy death forest.
"Altitude meters, passing through thunderstorm clouds, slightly bumpy, expected to leave the area in 350 seconds, the probability of being struck by lightning is about 11.4%, and the transport ship can withstand about 1.2 strikes of 17 million volts of lightning..."
The servoskull transmitted this unexciting data. Feeling the entire transport ship shaking and clanging, Benson, who had been full of energy just now, became nervous.
But they were lucky. Apart from the frightening sensory experience, the lightning did not hit any ship at all.
The altitude gradually decreased and the transport ship sailed among the cumulonimbus clouds. Humid water vapor flowed and gathered on the observation window, and was then blown away and shattered by the howling wind.
After 40 minutes, everyone finally approached the target point, and the altitude dropped to about 1000 meters. Then, after choosing a relatively low forest, the order pilot began preparations for landing.
“Swish, swish, swish, swish…!”
Hellfire missiles launched a saturation bombardment, and fire and thick smoke instantly spread throughout the forest. The cloud-like treetops melted into the sea of fire, and the tree trunks that a dozen people stretched out their hands to embrace exploded and collapsed.
A dozen missiles cleared an empty area of only two or three hundred square meters, and the transport plane descended rapidly, and the alarm sounded at the same time.
"The coordinates of several nearby strongholds and bunkers have been sent to all the thinkers. If you find that the place is empty, it is normal. Don't worry too much about finding the next location. If you are being chased, that's another matter.
The transport ship will patrol the air and space every three hours, and can call for ground strikes at that time. However, due to the dense forest, friendly forces may be injured. We will try our best to improve the controllability of the machine soul wetware. I wish you all a complete return. "
The hatch opened and everyone jumped out immediately. The Sentinel walkers curled up on the ground stood up immediately, and their two recurved mechanical legs burst out with tons of torque, pushing them away.
Super-precise and advanced gyroscopes ensure that they remain stable when their mechanical legs land on the ground, allowing them to walk very fast on the charred and bumpy ground.
On the other two boats, a dozen Silicified Rust Hunters and Infiltrators immediately rushed out and went into the nearby woods to conduct exploration operations.
Infiltrators, whose dome helmets emit white noise to wash away the enemy's senses, will instantly disorient the victim, causing them to fall to the ground and become blind. Allies can neutralize the wavelength frequency.
Dozens of servoskulls followed closely, and as the pulses passed, a holographic map was constructed within the Thinker.
Skitarii Alpha led two teams of 30 Skitarii, with two infantry tanks in each, surrounding the Sentinel walkers and advancing forward.
The remaining Skitarii rangers immediately used their mechanical prosthetic limbs to climb up the tree, moving between the branches and acting as eyes for everyone above.
Each team on the ground advanced forward in a fan shape, 10 meters apart. The first layer was the hunting robots and servo skulls, the second layer was the Skitarii Rangers, the third layer was the Sentinel Team, and the last was the trio of Rebos, Zachli, and Caroline.