nycdaug Chapter 683: Captured and Captured Again
Chapter 683: Captured and Captured Again
Chapter 683: Captured and Captured Again
Battle Moon, somewhere inside.
Hux gently opened his eyes.
The first thing that caught his eye was the rusted and warped metal floor. The orcs' processing was as crude as ever. Then the sour smell of decay began to drill into his nose, as if fart spirits that hadn't taken a bath for three days were dancing in his nasal cavity. With his ears pressed to the floor, he could still hear the faint roar, vibration and noise coming from deep in the moon.
"Clatter."
Hux rolled over and sat up.
The thick iron chains around his neck, wrists, and ankles clattered as he moved. Hux knew that these seemingly solid things could not hold him back, because there was a gland under his tongue that could spray out a highly acidic corrosive liquid, but the orcs obviously didn't know that - perhaps because they had never captured a Space Marine before.
Some time had passed since they had arrived. But he couldn't tell how many hours or days it had been, there were no markers, no day-night cycle. There was never darkness, and never true light. Food and water came infrequently and sporadically, and the orcs seemed to act arbitrarily and capriciously in everything they did, with no plans or arrangements.
They let the prisoners sleep at any time, which could be a few minutes or a few hours, with no pattern, no timer or schedule, and no way of knowing.
Hux was separated from his teammates and held in solitary confinement. Rather than forcing the Space Marine to work, the Orks seemed to prefer driving him past other humans. They didn't have to do anything, just escorting this burly giant with neural interfaces all over his body step by step through the crowd, which was enough to stop the resistance and riots of many human slaves. This discovery made the Orks happy.
But no matter what.
Hux achieved his goal.
They didn't have to fight the orcs anymore.
Fighting against orcs might result in death, and even if you don't die, you will lose a lot of assimilation points. Nowadays, perfect human players disguise themselves as civilians and minus the human slaves, thus avoiding this dilemma. As for the harsh living conditions and heavy labor that will most likely lead to the death of a large number of human slaves, for these players whose bodies have been transformed by viruses, molds and parasites, it is not something particularly unbearable.
At worst, they can just "eat" people.
Hux silently recalled his experience before waking up.
Some time ago, by coincidence, Hux and his teammates were escorted to the elevator platform leading to the huge empty space in the center of the moon. They were whipped and beaten, carrying supplies under unstable gravity conditions. They worked under the shadow of a "crackling" door, and the green flame formed a swirling vortex, burning fiercely, spewing out goods, food, parts, raw materials, and more and more orcs. The sound it made was deafening, and every time there was a material crossing, it was accompanied by thunder.
What is that?
Hux pondered silently in his mind.
He was thinking about how to leave here.
Pretending to surrender, saving their lives, blending in with the slaves... this was only the first step of the plan. No one knew how long this plot line would last. Considering the long timeline of the Warhammer 40K universe, it was normal for a war to last for hundreds of years. After all, hiding in the battle moon and pretending to be slaves was not a long-term solution. Sooner or later, they would have to find a way to escape.
Think back to that huge green "gate".
Hux wondered where it led to.
Could it be their escape route?
At this moment, the sound of gunfire and shouting came from outside, interrupting Hux's thoughts. A violent explosion shook the cell, followed by another burst of dense gunfire.
What is going on? The moon is being attacked?
Hex stood up suddenly when he heard the voice.
Who can attack such a powerful orc-armed satellite?
Hux put his eyes close to the cell door, and saw a pair of angry red eyes appear in the crack of the door.
The greenskin swore aggressively in his alien language. The key clattered and the door flew open.
The light from outside the cell suddenly shone in, bathing every dirty corner of the cave in light. An orc stood at the door. Hex knew it. They called it "Yifang" because it had only one fang on the side of its lip. Surprisingly, Hex remembered that Yifang was only as high as his shoulder a few days ago, but now it was almost taller than him.
Like a wall of green muscle.
Human babies don't grow that fast.
And this is the Orc.
The size will always grow larger as the battle progresses.
The greenskin swaggered in and kicked the cell door aside with one foot, filling the room with even more noise of fighting. The greenskin's nose twitched and he muttered vulgar language. His eyes gleamed with a blind and stupid intense hatred as he stood before Hux.
The two giants were facing each other close to each other.
"Your damn...kind, here you come."
The green-skinned orc stared at Hux.
Kindred? What do you mean? My kind?
Hux pondered the meaning of this statement.
A series of bangs echoed through the room. The orc's chest shook violently, and his internal organs burst out and rushed towards Hux. He raised his hands to cover his face, and his hands were covered with gunpowder. With the last gunshot, the greenskin's head exploded, and the wall of corpses fell towards him. Hux raised his elbow to push it away.
Hux saw a giant warrior in yellow-gray power armor, holding a bolter, squeeze into the cell and partially opened the door. It was a Space Marine, wrapped in cold and hard ceramic armor, and the scarlet eyepiece seemed to have a natural cruelty and calmness.
Hux saw the Space Marine freeze.
He didn't expect to meet "his kind" here.
Space Marines that I have only seen in the data
The Space Marine was also visibly stunned.
She looked him up and down with a little hesitation.
"Which chapter are you from?"
The Destroyer warrior focused his attention on Hux's skull and pupils to confirm that the guy in front of him was not one of those distant cousins contaminated by Chaos. Then he saw the thick iron chains with spikes wrapped around Hux's neck, wrists and ankles...
"no……"
The Space Marine was surprised and said in disbelief:
"How could you be tied to something like this? How could you be held captive by Orks? For the Emperor's sake, even if you were a fucking recruit, this is outrageous!"
Hux's mind was working furiously at this point.
Think about how to answer this soldier's question.
"Speak, soldier!"
The Destroyer pressed the hot muzzle of the pulse bolter against Hux's chest, causing him to take a step back involuntarily. He took off his helmet, revealing a face covered with criss-crossing ritual scars, and questioned angrily:
"Did the orcs remove your vocal cords as well?"
"I, I...I don't know."
Hux spread his hands and answered.
I haven't figured out how to write the story yet.
The Space Marine took a step back with the gun in one hand, the muzzle of the gun in his hand always pointed at Hux's chest, with obvious distrust in his vigilant eyes, tilted his head and leaned close to the cervical armor and said:
"Found a survivor, a little strange."
"Human survivors, gather at Area 76-45."
There was a hint of impatience in the voice coming from the collar.
"No, not a mortal, but an Astartes."
The Space Marine continued in a low voice into the gorget.
"What? Can you repeat it again?"
The voice on the other end of the communication channel was also surprised.
"I am quite certain of it. It is an Astartes."
The Space Marine said and looked at Hux again.
"Take him to area 09-16."
Another voice suddenly interrupted the communication channel.
The Destroyer Warrior was slightly stunned when he heard the voice, then he immediately nodded slightly and replied respectfully:
"Okay, I understand, Commander."
The Destroyer put his helmet back on, raised one of his articulated gauntlets, pointed at Hux and said:
"Did you hear that? Come with me."
……
"Woo woo woo, may the Emperor bless you."
"Thank God, I was saved, I was saved."
The rescued humans celebrated with tears and wild cheers.
The Destroyer warriors escorted Hux into the cave.
The cave was huge, hundreds of meters high and several kilometers wide, with a huge, smoking, scrapped machine in the center. Thousands of dead orcs lay in piles around the cave, next to the burning machine, on the floor, in the corridors, and in the cell doors. There were also several Space Marines wearing oversized power armor standing in the distance, with charred blood on the blades of their long-handled power weapons after being dried by the force field.
Ragged, skinny human slaves were constantly gathered here from various passages around the cave. Compared with the calmness of the Space Marines, some of these mortals put their hands together and prayed in a low voice, some looked around in disbelief, and some were so excited that they danced. They were brought to several civilian-looking mortal crew members for questioning, and it seemed that they were roughly distinguishing between civilians and soldiers.
The Space Marines in the cave all had different power armor paint jobs. Hux only recognized the white scars with red edges on a white background. They were one of the nine founding chapters, and were introduced in the information Monroe gave them. At the back of the cave, several Space Marines wearing more familiar armor came over. They were from the same chapter as the Space Marines wearing oversized power armor, and the paint job made Hux a little confused.
Power armor with a black background and gold edges.
Belongs to the Loyal Space Marine faction.
There is no information about this chapter in Warhammer 40K.
But it is very famous in the information of perfect humans.
Hux's nerves tensed up instantly.
Damn it…couldn’t it be such a coincidence?
Hux had a bad feeling in his heart and began to hesitate in his steps, causing the Space Marine behind him to poke his back with the muzzle of his gun, urging him to keep going.
This huge cave was not only a temporary shelter for survivors, but also a wartime logistics base. Hux also saw how the real space marines rested.
Several simple railroad tracks had been laid in the cave, and a tracked ammunition train clanged into the cave. Space Marines wearing oversized power armors staggered over, dragging their heavy armors. The paint on their armors was mottled with large and small pieces of defects, and even some clusters of black fibers were exposed.
Hux watched in silence.
It is hard to imagine what kind of tragic battles they have experienced, and what kind of terrifying enemies they have faced, to destroy such a solid and heavy power armor into such a state. But from another perspective, even in the face of such violent and fierce firepower, these Space Marines in the oversized power armor are still intact, which shows their defensive power.
Rows of tall, hunched-back suits of armor, the stairs swaying dangerously under the weight. Chapter servants swarmed up to unlock the locks on both sides of the train and began to reload their weapons. Techmarine used special tools to diagnose and inspect the Space Marines' tactical dreadnought armor and then repair them. Terminators from other chapters were coming from elsewhere, and they were also taken care of.
Hux looked down at his body in tattered robes, naked and stinking, and then looked at the warriors wearing tactical dreadnought armor, heavy plate armor, and ferocious dog helmets. Suddenly, a strong desire emerged in his heart. He felt that a real Space Marine should wear that kind of armor, and that was the form that a Space Marine should have on the battlefield.
Heavy infantry!
The battle was still going on elsewhere on the satellite. Somewhere high up, the passage was shaken by a huge impact, and gravel fell from the top of the cave. Through questioning and word of mouth, the rescued human slaves also understood what was happening.
"Qingshan Khan, the savior of mankind. It was he who defeated the green-skinned aliens, and it was he who came to save us!"
The people in the front row are passing information to those behind them.
"The God-Emperor sent His Angel of Death to save the most devout believers! He heard my prayers!"
Some people attribute all this to the Lord of mankind.
"Name, unit, and number."
The Chapter Servants stood on high ground holding up their trumpets:
"Hurry! If you have any information worth telling us about the Orc Battle Moon, tell us now. We can't wait here too long!"
At this time, Hux noticed that a Space Marine wearing black and gold power armor was walking alone in the crowd against the flow of people, standing out from the crowd and looking a little strange.
The cave was filled with noise, the shouts of the chapter servants, the commotion of the rescued slaves, and the heavy and orderly footsteps rumbling across the uneven metal floor.
However, that Space Marine was not affected by the surrounding environment at all. He walked slowly, his face hidden under his helmet. He turned his head and looked around as if he was looking for something, which was in sharp contrast to the other busy and nervous Space Marines.
Most of the rescued men and women said nothing, only murmured thanks and praise. The Space Marine turned away from the group, as if he had never expected to get anything useful from these human slaves.
Hux exchanged glances with several people in the crowd.
Then both parties quickly looked away at the same time.
Fortunately...it's probably not what I thought.
Hux secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, the Space Marine left the crowd and walked straight towards him. Hux saw the golden nine-headed sea serpent metal relief on his black shoulder armor. This warrior had a personal emblem, different from others. Could he be a senior officer? Hux secretly speculated.
The other party stood in front of him and took off his helmet, revealing a strange wax face covered with black dragon scale tattoos. The bald Space Marine smiled politely at the Destroyer behind Hux, and then spoke softly:
"Leave him to me, brother."
The Destroyer nodded and left.
The bald and tattooed Space Marine stood quietly in front of Hux, and spoke after a moment:
"The name of your reincarnation society?"
Hex was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward and to the point. He was not sure whether the other party was testing him. For a moment, he couldn't decide whether to show his hand directly or continue to play dumb. He could only speak hesitantly:
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
"It's interesting. It's interesting. I see."
The bald Space Marine suddenly smiled:
"I didn't expect to catch such a big fish."
You know? What do you know?
Hex was still confused after hearing this.
The bald Space Marine leaned close to the cervical piercing and said:
"Come and catch him."
Suddenly, more than 20 Space Marines with guns rushed out from several passages around the cave, and rushed towards the rescued slaves. People were a little confused by this sudden situation, and stood there at a loss. The Space Marines waved their hands to push away the crowd in front of them, grabbed a few "slaves" who were also confused, and then carried them out of the crowd.
"What are you going to do?"
Someone reacted and started struggling:
"I am a legal citizen of the Empire!"
Another mortal suddenly turned black and began to collapse, turning into a sticky liquid composed of black particles and trying to escape from the Space Marine's gauntlet. The bald Space Marine turned around and pointed at the black particles, shouting:
"Imperio!"
The liquid composed of black worms on the ground suddenly froze, and then began to regroup into a human shape. He crawled up with a dull look in his eyes, a confused and joyful smile on his face, and allowed the Space Marine behind him to grab his neck again.
The bald Space Marine put on his helmet again, turned around and walked towards a passage, and pointed at Hux behind him. Several Space Marines rushed over and arrested him, and took him and his teammates out of the huge cave together.
"Number fifty-six requests to be disengaged from combat, Khan."
The bald Space Marine said as he walked:
"We caught a big fish, I want to interrogate them."
"approve."
The sound coming from the other side was unusually calm, but the background was still filled with harsh explosions, the hum of chainsaws, continuous gunfire, and the roars of orcs.
…………
(End of this chapter)