There was no expression on Bernatita’s helmeted face, her voice was hiding a subtle tremor, and her body was spasming slightly due to the intense stimulation. The air was filled with a strange smell of burnt protein, which was the mortal soldiers pierced by the pulse rays.

At this point, the surviving soldiers finally got a glimpse of the terrifying attacker:

Fabius Bile’s face was pale, and it was unclear whether it was because he was born that way or because he had lost too much blood. Now it seemed to be the former, because there were several charred bullet holes on the armor he was wearing from being penetrated by pulse rifles, but no blood was oozing out.

The spider-like robotic arm behind Bayer is very eye-catching, but the most noticeable thing is not the ostentatious robotic arm, but his left arm.

From the elbow down on Bayer’s left arm, there is a long, curved claw that is completely black. This dark and ferocious claw is not the power claw that the Space Marines were equipped with during the Great Crusade, but something else.

Fabius Bile gritted his teeth, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, there was no trace of rationality or madness of a biologist on the face of this crazy doctor. The bulging veins on his forehead told of his boundless anger.

Bayer was furious. In his rage, he ignored the imminent threat of death and slowly raised his left hand.

——Ebony Claw.

Chapter 200 She and “She”

The reason why Bernatita stopped the angry mortal soldiers from beating Bayer into a sieve was simply because she was afraid of the consequences.

The command of the expeditionary fleet had already learned the ability and general style of the Organic Codex from Plumeria. She knew that the Organic Codex was not large and could be carried around. Allowing the soldiers to shoot Bayer to death would inevitably damage the relic, and the 6th Expeditionary Fleet would have no way of explaining to the Star Missile.

If Bayer did not bring the complete code with him but hid it somewhere else, she would need to save his life so that she could find out the whereabouts of the treasure.

Now, Karen Star has begun to collapse because the treasure in the ruins has been taken away. For them, who have only heard a simple description of its appearance but have never seen the complete book, searching for a small electronic file on the planet is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The Bloodthirsty Demon Sword was already at his throat. Bayer, whose life and death were not in his own hands, had no choice but to hand over the complete code. Bernatita understood this, the Ecclesiarch and the Engine Prophet in the team understood this, and Bayer himself should understand this as well.

Be he crazy or cruel, Fabius Bile was always a meticulous man, otherwise he would not have been able to survive so easily in the jungle of Chaos where the strong prey on the weak, and could have tricked the Word Bearers and still escaped.

Apart from martyrs who died for their beliefs, only reckless people would risk their lives to launch an attack. This is what Bernatita thought.

But she was wrong.

In addition to martyrs and reckless men, there is another situation that can make people disregard life and death, that is, the passionate impulse after being blinded by anger.

This is exactly the situation with Bayer right now.

“Wow! Die! I will turn you into ashes!!!”

Fabius Bayer’s facial features were twisted and distorted, without any rationality at all. He was extremely angry and crazy. The ebony claws on his left arm had pierced Bernatita’s waist and abdomen, and he kept making strange screams that didn’t sound like a doctor’s.

“You…” Bernadette gritted her teeth. A dark rage ignited directly from the depths of her soul, hot and cold, like falling into purgatory or an ice cave.

She wanted to insert the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword into Bayer’s throat, but this body no longer had any strength because a sharp cane with a skull embedded in it had pierced her chest from another direction.

——The Sadistic Staff, Fabius Bayer’s signature weapon. This staff originally belonged to a demon prince known as the Cruel Marquis, but Fabius killed the demon prince, snatched the staff, and inlaid the skull of the staff’s owner on it, completing the final forging of the Sadistic Staff.

This weapon, which even demons consider blasphemous, can amplify the slightest feeling into the most intense pain. Coupled with the influence of the Slaanesh Pleasure Curse remaining on Bernadette’s body, no one can imagine what kind of extreme sensory stimulation she is experiencing at this moment.

Once you know that thing, once you have tasted that excitement, I am afraid that your entire life will be boring from now on.

If there is a future.

With a clang, metal and iron collided, and the grenade launcher blessed by the forging sage fell from Bernatita’s hand. The dark flames burned fiercely, burning her soul and body to ashes. She no longer had the strength to pull the trigger, and the sword in her hand also fell out of her hand.

After the weapon fell out of her hand, Bernadette’s body convulsed and fell down, but her senses were so sensitive that she even felt time slowed down.

“Die! Die! You just die! Wahahahaha!!!”

“Yeah! Yay!! Ah hehehe!!!”

Fabius Bayer stabbed the female Inquisitor’s abdomen with the sadistic rod in his hand.

The soldiers who reacted pulled the trigger without hesitation, as they realized that the Inquisitor was doomed.

Pulse beams of light were splashing like rain, and Bernadette’s body fell down burning in the rain of light. For her, the last few seconds of her life were so long, as if one second was as long as ten thousand years.

The lightning-fast pulse beams seemed as slow as falling bird feathers in the eyes of the dying Inquisitor. Bayer’s actions of destroying her body were also put in slow motion. Bernatita watched her intestines being hooked out of her body inch by inch by the ebony claws. In a corner deep in her consciousness, a forbidden pleasure arose spontaneously.

“What a joy this is…” Bernadette muttered to herself. At this moment, her understanding of the Book of Joy reached a new level.

What a blasphemy! “

A powerful roar brought her consciousness back to reality, and the time perception that had been slowed down by the sensory stimulation immediately returned to normal. Pulse beams of light poured down like rain, piercing through the bodies of both Bernatita and Fabius Bayer.

Two bodies riddled with holes fell into the darkness, like banana leaves shattered by a rainstorm.

“So hot, so cold, so hot… so cold…”

The torture brought by the dark flames allowed Bernatita to maintain her consciousness for the last time before she passed away.

She saw Fabius Bile going berserk before he died, and dozens of mortal soldiers closer to them were ignited by black sparks.

Then a giant in golden armor was seen walking out of the crowd. His face was blurred, but behind his head was a blazing sun, emitting a bright light that could expose any darkness.

Bernatita watched the dark flames quickly go out under the light. In the blink of an eye, there was no giant at all. Instead, a psychic in a robe walked out from the crowd. His skin was cracked and his flesh was shriveled, like a piece of dried firewood. He looked ridiculous.

“Ok?”

The Truth Monk, who had quietly retreated behind everyone before the battle began, frowned slightly: “Why are the two Eldar banshees I brought suddenly brain dead?”

His doubts are destined to remain unanswered, and Karen Star is about to collapse.

The Emperor Saint Diamond, whose flesh and blood had been burned dry, walked quickly through the crowd, removed the Ebony Claw from Bayer’s left arm, and held it in his hand with difficulty.

Two soldiers tried to help him but were refused.

“This is a cursed relic. Only those with a strong will and a high level of ability can handle it, or they will be bewitched.” Diamond said, wrapping the Ebon Claw layer by layer with his robe with difficulty and holding it in his arms: “Take Bayer’s body and let’s go!”

The battle with Bayer was thrilling and brutal, but it didn’t last long, just less than 10 minutes, yet it resulted in heavy casualties.

They spent most of their time on traveling and cleaning out the mutant monsters they encountered along the way. They had no chance to explore the ruins thoroughly, and they would never have this opportunity again.

The tremors have spread to the surface of Karen. Large tracts of crystal mountains have shattered and collapsed like an avalanche. A large number of mortal soldiers and mutants have been buried in the crystals. The entire planet is disintegrating. Only the Cybertronx warframes that evacuated first through the transmission beacon have managed to escape.

But the strange thing is that under the leadership of Diamond, the team that went deep into the ruins evacuated unexpectedly smoothly. Originally, they should have suffered the heaviest casualties.

Seeing the last evacuating transport plane not far away, one of the soldiers carrying Fabius Bile’s body couldn’t help but ask: “Great Saint, why do you ask us to take away the bodies of the traitors, but ignore the loyal soldiers buried on the altar? Or at least let us collect the bones for the Inquisitor…”

All the armored Astartes have been moved, so carrying one more female corpse will not delay the evacuation time.

The Saint held the Ebony Claw in both hands and shook his head slightly: “Everything has a price. It is not reasonable to take without giving. If we take her with us, we will not be able to leave.”

The soldier uttered an “oh” as if he understood something, but the Anglican priest who was following the saint was shocked.

In High Gothic, “she” for a lady and “she” for the dead are two completely different words, and here the saint uses the former.

Chapter 201 The Wanderer’s Homecoming

This year, one of the scouting parties sent by Grey Wind to track the Great Migration of Greenskins returned to Nifol.

There has been no major change in the direction of the green tide’s spread over the past two years. The howling orc boys are still advancing rapidly towards the southwest of the Far East star field, which is the direction of the Ultramar star field.

“If this continues, in less than a year, the vanguard of the green tide will reach the star system where the first Sotek Dynasty tomb world is located.

Moreover, the Necrons’ Free Men are also heading towards this tomb world. They seem to be planning to awaken the Necrons sleeping on the planet and spread the teachings of the Clay Artist to them. This move should be to accumulate strength to overthrow the Sotek Dynasty. “

Gray Wind, a little girl who looked only 7-8 years old, sat on Russell’s lap and leaned on his arms to supplement the information brought back by another reconnaissance team.

Because most of the nanorobots were assigned to carry out the finishing work of the giant dock, Grey Wind is now only about one meter tall. It doesn’t look out of place for such a small thing to sit in the marshal’s arms. If it were still the same as before, it would not have received such treatment.

“Now it depends on who will reach the tomb world first, the greenskins or the free men…” Russell murmured secretly in his heart, and his hands kneaded Gray Wind’s face, which was more delicate than a peeled boiled egg, like a compression toy.

When he was lost in thought, he always hit her hard. If there was a little human girl in his arms, she would have been pinched to tears by now, but Huifeng was very happy instead.

“At first glance, it seems that I should let the Free Men awaken the Tomb Worlds, so that the Necrons and the migrating Greenskins will have a head-on conflict, and I can benefit from it.”

“But after two years of research on the greenskin language, I have come to a preliminary conclusion: the greenskin migration may have been caused by a certain relic. If the greenskin migration route is blocked by the Necrons, how can I find out where the relic is?”

“Moreover, in a short period of time, I cannot determine which relic attracted these greenskins to leave the Far East Star Region, and where did they get the news about them?…”

Different thoughts floated through Russell’s mind until Huifeng’s cheeks turned from white and tender to red, and then they stopped.

“Marshal, have you thought of anything?” Gray Wind turned around, rubbing his face with both hands, and saw a smile of victory on Russell’s face, so he became even more confused: “Have you thought about how to deal with the Green Tide and the Free Man? You look so happy?”

Russell shook his head: “No, it has nothing to do with that.”

He took the little Gray Wind who was sitting on his lap down and put him on the ground. He couldn’t help but feel excited: “I got the Organic Complete Codex.”

“Oh? Yes, then we should be happy.” Gray Wind put his hands on his hips and looked up at Russell: “But there is no need to be so happy, right? Although the Organic Codex is precious, its use to us now is very limited. It is far less helpful than the transcriber, the Dimensional Warlock and the like…”

Russell had previously informed Grey Wind of the types and related functions of other relics that he did not yet possess.

The genetic data of countless organisms stored in the Organic Encyclopedia are indeed precious, but they are also a bit useless. Not to mention that the humans in this universe all have extremely xenophobic thoughts, the genetic sequences extracted from the encyclopedia are also random. Huifeng really can’t think of what the use of this thing is.

“It’s very useful, at least for me and Coronie.” Russell didn’t explain much, and would just show it to Grey Wind when the time comes.

However, exactly when this “then” will be is still debatable.

“Time and space are in chaos in the Maelstrom. It’s already 6 in the Faya where I am, but it’s still in the th Expeditionary Fleet. The Jealous Lady that won the Grand Prix has even returned to …” Thinking of this, Russell felt a headache again:

“Fortunately, the Badab system is synchronized with our time, and the L-Stargate built by the Star Claws is almost completed. As long as the 6th Expeditionary Fleet leaves the Maelstrom, they can quickly return through the Stargate to report.”

By building a star gate according to the drawings brought by Plumeria, it can be connected to the terminal exit. It can be said that the door is home after leaving the maelstrom.

But how long will it take to leave the Maelstrom? Three years? Five years? One hundred years?

Or maybe the expeditionary fleet actually left the Maelstrom 500 years ago…

In this strange and magical universe, everything is possible.

In any case, the Organic Encyclopedia has now been successfully recovered. With the Emperor looking after it, Russell is not afraid of the duck flying away. It is just a matter of serving the dish quickly.

Well, it’s time to turn your attention elsewhere.

Russell folded his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in front of his desk with his head lowered:

Among the expedition fleets, three are tasked with searching for the lost treasures. Now that the Organic Codex has been recovered, the 3th expedition fleet is on its way back. The 6st expedition fleet responsible for recovering the ‘Transcriber’ in the Calixis star region is led by the prophetess herself and is under the care of Bramimond, so there is no need to worry…”

The only thing to worry about is the 9th Expeditionary Fleet which has lost contact with its home port near Bar.

Tzeentch obviously knew the location of other relics, but he only gave Russell the coordinates of three. He had every reason to suspect that Tzeentch deliberately threw out the unclear positioning of the Organic Codex to attract his attention, and was actually secretly planning to get other important relics such as the “Dimensional Warlock”, “Throat of the Poison Saint”, “Vacuum Flower”…

But Russell had no other choice but to give priority to the treasures that he could reach right now. This was an open conspiracy.

Thinking of this, Russell also made his own decision.

“Gray Wind.”

“Ah? What? Marshal, are you done?” Gray Wind, who was a little dizzy, suddenly woke up: “Is there anything else you want to tell me?”

Russell looked down at the unfocused Gray Wind with a somewhat amused look in his eyes. “The giant dock will be completed soon. I need you to mobilize two reconnaissance teams. One team will continue to monitor the movements of the Orks and Necrons, and the other team will go to Baal to scout the situation.”

“Scouting Baal?” Gray Wind blinked. “Are you going to aid the 9th Expeditionary Fleet?”