Chapter 257 Holy Fearlessness: Emperor, I need your guidance!

Bang, bang, bang——

Amid the roar, heavy bombs poured down like raindrops.

In an instant, Ron's heart seemed to be tightly grasped, and a strong premonition of death surged into his heart like a tide.

The double-linked heavy bombs of the dreadnought mecha can penetrate ordinary power armor, and the destructive power is amazing!

What's more tragic is that he had previously thought that the demon version of armor was too heavy, so he took it off.

At this time, he was in a state of naked armor.

Even if it was the original body, it would be difficult to withstand the bombs with his body, right?

Ron watched several flaming heavy bombs flying over, and they were about to hit his face.

If they hit, it would most likely be a headshot!

Even if he could see the trajectory of the bomb clearly, he had no room to dodge.

There was no room to dodge at all, and the area of several meters around was all covered by heavy bombs.

Buzz~

The defense force field shield glowed faintly.

Fortunately, he cherished his life and always wore a small force field shield.

The heavy bombs that shot into the force field shield seemed to be solidified in an instant, and the speed became extremely slow.

Finally, Ron watched the heavy bombs stop a few centimeters away from his eyes, and the tail flame gradually extinguished.

Sizzle~

The force field shield was overloaded and burned, the force field disappeared, and several heavy bombs fell to the ground with a clang.

Although this kind of personal small shield can hardly withstand high-intensity attacks, it can at least block a fatal blow at a critical moment.

"Stop, capture him alive!"

Ron got a chance to breathe, and he immediately gave an order to let the heavy-armored chicken thieves capture the dreadnought mecha alive.

The reason he did this was not because he was worried that the dreadnought mecha would launch the next wave of attacks.

But he was worried that the dreadnought mecha would be killed by the heavy-armored chicken thieves who swarmed over.

As soon as the double heavy bombs were fired, the heavy-armored chicken thieves reacted.

They rushed forward, pounced on and frantically attacked the blue big machine that dared to attack the four-armed savior.

The veteran roared and struggled, still trying to fight back: "Alien scum, you can't destroy my will!"

Waaaagh——

As Ron gave the order, he saw a greenskin boss running out from nowhere.

Bang!

It jumped up and hit the cockpit of the dreadnought mecha with a heavy hammer.

The fierce hammer knocked down the already damaged dreadnought mecha.

Accompanied by a large number of exploding arcs, the dreadnought mecha was completely paralyzed and could no longer move.

The veteran in the cockpit was completely silent.

At this moment, the heavy-armored chicken thief and the greenskins who just received the order stared at the fallen dreadnought mecha and fell into silence.

The greenskin boss who bravely knocked down the dreadnought mecha lowered his head in fear at the look in Luo Ge's eyes.

Ron:...

He is numb.

After finally retrieving a Holy Dreadnought, he would not be killed just like that, would he?

This is a veteran among veterans, an honorary warrior of the Empire. If he died in his hands like this.

That would be heresy!

Ron said anxiously:

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and carry him to the ship and send him for rescue immediately!"

He didn't care about the spoils of war and asked the heavy-armored chicken thieves to carry the Holy Dreadnought onto the transport ship.

Speeding all the way to the Holy Land of Ers.

On the transport ship.

Ron looked at the huge Holy Dreadnought that was firmly fixed and bound, and he had a headache.

Moss and the medical team had prepared the operating room and were waiting to send the Holy Dreadnought over.

Hopefully he could still be rescued.

He could feel that the life breath of the veteran in the Holy Dreadnought was gradually dissipating.

Soon, the transport ship arrived at the upper nest, which is now the top floor of the Holy Land.

The medical team waited for a long time and immediately mobilized a large vehicle to send the Holy Dreadnought to the ICU for rescue.

Ron didn't want to wait any longer, so he followed him in.

Moss and the medical team used mechanical tools that could dismantle heavy tanks to dismantle the outer armor of the Dreadnought.

Then they took out a black iron coffin soaked in oil.

That was the cockpit of the Dreadnought, and the veteran who was the driver was inside.

Ron looked at the black iron coffin with a frown.

Rather than a cockpit, it was a life-support device for the veteran, or even a cage.

The Space Marine veterans in the Dreadnought were basically seriously injured Space Marines.

For Space Marines, broken hands and feet can only be considered minor injuries, and they can continue to fight by adding prosthetic limbs.

Therefore, most of the veterans who are qualified to become Dreadnoughts have lost most of their limbs and organs.

They can maintain their vital signs, but they can no longer fight.

Under normal circumstances, these seriously injured veterans should be able to retire and enjoy good recuperation, right?

Or if there is really no way to save them, they can also use palliative treatment to allow these honorary veterans to spend the rest of their lives without so much pain.

But in the world of Warhammer, this is basically impossible.

Life is the Emperor's currency.

Whether life or soul, it all belongs to the Emperor and must be used to the fullest.

Moreover, those Space Marines, especially the veterans who survived the bloody battles, are extremely precious currency.

There is no room for any waste.

Even if they still have a breath, they must continue to fight for the Empire and the great Emperor!

Thus, the Dreadnought came into being.

These veterans will only retain their brains and vital organs, and their extra limbs will be removed, and then they will be sent to a sarcophagus filled with amniotic fluid to maintain their lives.

Their brains are connected to mechanical sensors and can sense the situation outside, but their original perception has been permanently changed.

They will be trapped in an iron coffin forever, accompanied by cold, empty, and endless pain.

Let's put it this way, even if they feel itchy, they can't scratch it, and they have no limbs that can move.

And there is no way to fall asleep.

This has lasted for hundreds and thousands of years, or even longer.

In order to prevent them from going completely crazy, most of the Dreadnoughts are in a dormant state.

It is an extremely painful loneliness.

Every time they wake up, the world becomes extremely strange, their familiar teammates are no longer there, and there are strange faces around them.

Long-term dormancy will lead to distorted reason.

Therefore, every time you wake up a Dreadnought, you must be extremely careful to avoid being attacked by a crazy Dreadnought.

Such terrible torture caused some Space Marines who entered the Dreadnought to die in madness and pain.

As a result, any dreadnought mech is a brave and extremely determined warrior who has dedicated everything to the empire.

Deserve all admiration and honor.

But all this is extreme torture and suffering for the veterans in the dreadnought mech.

"Too cruel..."

Ron murmured, looking up at the dreadnought mech.

The outer armor of the dreadnought mech is embedded with the skeletons of several precious space warriors.

These skeletons are regarded as holy objects by the space warriors, which are equivalent to amulets.

Any enemy who dares to break these sacred skeletons will face the endless anger of the bone holder and more crazy attacks.

After the battle, the sacred skeleton fragments and bone powder will be recycled and reshaped.

Or mixed with other weapons or bullets for further use.

Don't waste one.

Ron followed the sacred skeleton and saw the inscriptions and more badges engraved on the outer armor of the dreadnought mech.

"Leonar Colin?"

That was the name of the pilot of the holy fearless mecha. The inscription introduced the several major battles he participated in and the glory he won.

This veteran participated in saving dozens of human worlds and won many honor badges.

One of the badges can be traced back to the Horus Heresy.

Because of his heroic killing of the traitor, Colin won a sincere badge representing loyalty.

In other words, this veteran named Colin is a veteran of ten thousand years.

Of course, he is in a dormant state most of the time.

"Savior, the injured is still alive!"

Moss's surprised electronic voice came: "After rescue, his heart has resumed beating..."

Hearing this, Ron walked to the rescue platform on the other side and took a look, and then he saw the cruel scene in the iron coffin.

In the iron coffin, there was a human pig-like existence, he had lost his hands and feet and most of his body.

Even a large piece of the skull was missing.

Half of the brain and internal organs were exposed to the amniotic fluid in the iron coffin.

Colin, holy and fearless, endured the torture of mechanical current in the dark and cold iron coffin with such a posture.

He lived like this for 10,000 years.

That was the pain that Ron could not imagine.

The Empire's practice was undoubtedly cruel, but he could not blame it.

Because the Empire had no choice.

The sacrifice of these soldiers maintained the lives of more people.

Humanity has been maintained to this day by the sacrifice and dedication of such soldiers one after another.

Otherwise, countless humans would be swallowed by chaos and aliens in extreme pain.

Looking at the pile of slightly squirming organs in the iron coffin, Ron hesitated.

Colin's dedication was enough.

He gave everything for the Empire, so why not let him leave quietly?

After all, saving him like this might not be a kind of cruelty.

But soon, Ron gave up this idea. He felt Colin's unyielding will in extreme pain.

The veteran was unwilling to leave.

Ron looked at the resolute face soaked in the amniotic fluid chamber of the iron coffin, and a feeling of admiration surged in his heart.

Such a warrior should be treated better.

The Empire may not have a choice, but I do.

Since you came to me, you should be treated as you deserve.

Ron looked at Moss and said, "Do your best to treat him and make sure he recovers his life!"

"Don't worry, we have the latest technology. As long as he has a breath, we can save him!"

Moss was quite confident.

New technology?

These days, Ron has been focusing on the webway and Macragge, but has not paid attention to some technical research at the Institute of Biology.

The medical staff pushed a machine similar to an infusion pump connected to the small solar energy pipeline, and some transparent liquid could be seen inside.

Moss operated several manipulators to remove the hatch of the iron coffin.

He scanned Colin's physical data, then pulled out several infusion tubes and carefully inserted them into his remaining blood vessels.

While treating him, Moss explained:

“Three years ago, the Biological Research Institute suddenly discovered that the life characteristics contained in the energy of the small sun have greatly increased, and it has a stronger effect of healing and promoting growth.

In view of this change, we have studied a series of new technologies to fully utilize the energy of the small sun. "

Nowadays, the core personnel in the territory who have been blessed basically know the existence of the Little Sun and the Sacred Sun.

There is no way, pipelines transporting this energy are everywhere, and many of those technical priests study the subspace field.

It's easy to find the truth.

In this case, it is better to tell them openly.

"three years ago?"

Hearing this, Ron suddenly realized.

Three years ago, wasn't it the time when the goddess of life made a deal with herself and gave herself part of the essence of life?

Without giving anything, he earned a part of the authority of the God of life with his blood.

The Goddess of Life has an extremely powerful ability to recover. After drinking Nurgle's plague soup, she can recover quickly.

Now that Little Sun has some of the authority over her life, isn't it going to take off?

In the medical field, it is considered a top-notch existence in the galaxy and can provide huge medical services to the territory.

There is also a lot of potential in the agricultural field, and Gao Lu must be a harvest god.

The authority possessed by Little Sun can greatly improve the territory!

Ron looked expectantly at Colin in the iron coffin, wanting to see the effect of that life authority.

Sure enough, after the injection of the medicine mixed with life energy, Colin's breathing became steady and his heartbeat became faster and faster.

Given the Space Marine's powerful heart, he could even faintly hear the sound of his heartbeat.

"Lord Savior, he will wake up soon."

Moss dealt with the thick amniotic fluid on the iron coffin and replaced it with cleaner and more efficient life-sustaining amniotic fluid.

At the same time, some medicine that can relieve pain is injected.

"Are you awake?"

Ron had a headache when he heard this.

Save is saved.

But Colin, the holy and fearless veteran, has already regarded himself as a heretic, and there is no telling what will happen when he wakes up.

Although, he couldn't do anything in the iron coffin.

"Lord Savior, you must be mentally prepared."

Moss added: "Due to the electrical burn when the Dreadnought was damaged, his brain was affected and he may lose part of his memory."

"You guys can go out for now"

Ron nodded and asked Moss and the medical team to wait outside.

Even if Colin loses his memory, given the strong judgment ability of the Space Marines, he can still quickly find out the truth if he wants to.

Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for the territory to retain this ten thousand-year veteran.

The worst possibility is that Colin still regards himself as a heretic and resolutely returns to Macragge.

In this case, we can't continue to imprison him or kill him, right?

Ron sighed.

He couldn't do such a thing, after all, he was an honorary warrior who gave everything for humanity.

There is a high probability that they will find a suitable way to send Colin back.

Fortunately, he had experience dealing with similar situations.

Ron frowned as he looked at the sleeping Colin.

He has to do something.

You can't deal with such hard-liners forcefully. Colin has been tortured for thousands of years, and he is not afraid of threats at all?

So, only the soft ones are available.

Ron is going to give Colin a faith package, soul health care.

He could feel that even with the help of medicine, this thousand-year veteran was still in pain all the time.

The pain of the body is secondary, but the pain of the soul is more important.

This warrior was immersed in endless nightmares, his soul was confused and crying.

Ron mobilized the little sun and sneaked into Colin's dream.

He was ready to use the same power that all gods had used on Bishop Donny - to project illusions.

…

In a dream.

Ron observed the dream:

"Is this a battlefield?"

The red moon hung high, the sky was as gloomy as blood, and scavenging blood crows were hovering.

boom--

In the distance, a broken battleship crashed to the surface from space, erupting into a huge fireball.

Ron looked up.

In space, the naval fleet is fighting with the alien fleet, the Necron's tomb ship, the hive fleet...

Battleships are falling all the time.

After watching for a while, his eyes returned to the battlefield on the ground.

On the ground, the remains of Titans, Dreadnoughts, and Imperial Knights were scattered everywhere.

Mangled corpses piled up in mountains.

Chaos heretics, demons, greenskins, tyranids, chicken thieves, necrons, tau, and even human rebels...

Ron looked at these dream scenes and guessed: "It seems that these are the enemies Colin has faced."

For thousands of years, veteran Colin has experienced the glorious era of mankind, when the empire was established and mankind shone like the rising sun across the galaxy.

However, all this soon changed dramatically, and bad news came that the traitor Primarch Horus had rebelled.

The Emperor's son betrayed humanity!

Colin witnessed hundreds of thousands of Space Marines fighting each other across the galaxy, and huge Titans trampling each other, making the earth tremble.

After the Rebellion, more and more enemies appeared in the galaxy, and he participated in more and more wars.

Eternal war!

Countless familiar teammates died one after another, the original body fell into a deep sleep, and the empire was simmering in flames and entering the darkest time.

Until he entered into divine fearlessness and fell into deep sleep.

After that, Colin woke up from hibernation again and again to participate in the war, and found that mankind was gradually entering an extremely dark era.

This made him more desperate.

"Where's Colin?"

Ron searched in the dream and finally found Colin's figure.

Under the dim red moon.

A lone Holy Dreadnought was moving along a road full of blood and corpses.

A little clumsy.

Ahead, there were heretics and aliens coming one after another.

Colin controlled the Holy Dreadnought and fought desperately, killing these enemies of the Empire skillfully.

Ten thousand years of experience made him familiar with the weaknesses of every enemy of the Empire, and he knew how to survive in the cruel battlefield.

How to kill the enemy in an efficient way!

However, the enemies seemed endless, and the road ahead seemed to never end.

As Colin fought, he gradually fell into despair and almost cried out:

"Great Emperor...

Your warriors need guidance, save us, we are about to be destroyed!"

Looking at this scene, Ron was silent.

Obviously, the Emperor could not respond to Colin's prayers. He could not move in the subspace and had to bear too much.

What's more, even the Emperor did not know where the way out for mankind was.

His attempt failed and he was trapped on the Golden Throne.

Ron looked at the lonely figure of the Holy Dreadnought and sighed.

Since the God Emperor cannot respond to you, let me, the savior, come!

I will guide you to a different path from the Emperor and the Empire, another possibility for human development!