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A light that was almost one of admiration suddenly burst forth in those blue eyes!
A sonic weapon capable of suppressing large groups of people without regard to individual strength, achieving high efficiency and non-lethality?!
This...this is simply the ideal weapon for suppressing rebellions, controlling mobs, and carrying out special purge missions!
If we could analyze its underlying principles, even if we could only replicate a weakened version...
The four of them simultaneously slapped their foreheads in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized.
"Oh no, I forgot about that!"
"This guy comes from that 'bullshit' 40K universe! In his eyes, Bai Luo's erhu playing is probably comparable to the sacred words of an emperor!"
Zhang Chu quickly interrupted Guilliman's obviously off-track train of thought: "Stop! Primarch! Don't even think about that! The source is uncontrollable, you've seen the side effects, and it's extremely inhumane! The most urgent thing now is to ask you to use your 'efficient' methods to help us keep Inazuma City running for the next three days, so it doesn't really fall into chaos!"
Upon hearing this, Guilliman's researcher's gleam faded slightly, and he regained his usual composure.
He nodded, though he was still reluctant to part with that "highly effective weapon," but he was even clearer about his primary responsibility at the moment.
"Understood. Maintaining order and efficiency is the principle of Ottara."
He immediately issued the command with Primarch privileges via the built-in communicator.
Due to the "special nature" of this incident (involving attacks on otherworldly rules and large-scale non-combat casualties), Guilliman did not mobilize a large legion, but instead specially selected an elite mixed battle group to provide support.
Soon, several small airdrop pods streaked across the sky above Inazuma like shooting stars, landing precisely on open ground on the outskirts of the city.
The hatch opened, and those who stepped out were not all blue-clad Ultramarines.
Clad in blue power armor, the disciplined Ultra Warriors quickly assembled and, under the command of their company commander, began to take over the stalled administrative system of Inazuma City like precision instruments.
They scanned various documents with data tablets and analyzed Inazuma's tax revenue, security, and resource allocation in logically rigorous Gothic (translated in real time by the Wolf King).
The Imperial Fist, clad in tan armor and skilled in defense and construction, and the Iron Warriors, known for their iron will and territorial conquest (temporarily cooperating under Guilliman's mediation), immediately began the emergency repair of infrastructure and the construction of temporary settlements.
They mocked each other's technical details in accented Gothic ("The sons of Dorne can only lay bricks!" "The bastards of Perturabo can't even draw a straight line!").
At an astonishing pace, sturdy, practical, but extremely hardcore (angular and devoid of any decoration) temporary dwellings and fortifications were being erected.
The kind-hearted salamanders, skilled in forging and craftsmanship, carefully used their strength to move the unconscious Inazuma citizens, samurai, and priestesses as if they were precious porcelain, methodically transferring them to the "standardized temporary storage units" just built by the Imperial Fist and the Steel Warriors, ensuring ventilation and basic survival conditions.
Meanwhile, the noble-looking Holy Blood Angels, burdened with the curses of thirst and black fury, are responsible for clearing out potential threats in the suburbs and guarding some of the unconscious Hilichurls, Slimes, and other monsters that have been centrally housed.
However, just when everything seemed to be proceeding in an orderly manner, an accident occurred.
A young Blood Angel warrior, while inspecting a temporary detention center, saw several unconscious, reddish-brown Hilichurls. Suddenly, extreme confusion and a hint of...twisted expression appeared on his handsome face.
He stared intently at the horde, as if trying to see something extraordinary in its ugly face, muttering unconsciously to himself:
“That hair…that color…Horus…? Is that you…brother…why have you become like this…?”
His voice was initially filled with doubt, but it quickly turned into an uncontrollable anger and grief. His eyes began to glow with an ominous red light, and the power armor's servo system emitted an unstable hum!
"Holy crap! He's enraged!"
A seasoned veteran of the Holy Blood Angels nearby immediately noticed his companion's unusual behavior and sounded the alarm!
"Priest! Priest, come quick! Carcas is enraged!"
"Holy shit! There are no enemies here! No traitors! Only a bunch of unconscious aliens (referring to Hilichurls)! How did he become enraged?!"
"Quick, hold him down! Don't let him demolish the temporary shelter!"
Several Holy Blood Angels rushed forward, trying to control their comrade who had fallen into inexplicable rage.
The scene instantly descended into chaos, filled with the sounds of power armor clashing, shouts of protest, and the deep roar of the Black Fury warrior.
Guilliman, who was directing the Ultramarines to process documents, heard the commotion and reluctantly put down his data tablet, rubbing his temples.
He could sense that these warriors, "sculpted" by the four "creators" based on the Holy Blood Angel template, while inheriting the original's powerful strength and most of its traits, seemed...
It also bears some unstable "characteristics" from its creator, such as the "Black Rage" which is extremely easy to trigger and has bizarre trigger conditions, but can be recovered.
Perhaps, before considering using Bai Luo's erhu as a new weapon, I should first suggest that the bio-sages of the Mechanicus study how to stabilize the mental state of these Astartes monks...
Meanwhile, the four culprits watched from afar, observing this chaotic and incongruous scene—Space Marines fighting dust, handling government affairs, and even triggering Black Rage because of the Hilichurls…
Qingyu wiped away his cold sweat: "Why do I have this feeling... calling them over doesn't seem like a very reliable option?"
Er Kang nodded in deep agreement: "At least... the efficiency is quite high."
Looking at the area rapidly covered by cement and steel by the Imperial Fist and Iron Warriors, Zhang Chu said quietly, "I just hope that when Inazuma wakes up, he won't think his house has been plowed up by some new natural disaster..."
These three days in Inazuma Castle are destined to pass "smoothly" in an extremely bizarre way, amidst all sorts of chaos, high-efficiency hardcore work, and occasional outbursts of inexplicable rage.
Chapter 126 Iron Warrior: "I Hate the Fist of the Empire!"
In the eerie stillness of Inazuma Castle, an extremely unserious chase is unfolding.
"Stop! You alien! Don't run!"
A war blacksmith, clad in gray-yellow power armor bearing the insignia of the Iron Warriors Legion, wielded a buzzing power hammer radiating dangerous energy, trudging heavily as he chased after a seemingly bewildered ordinary Hilichurl who had just been "respawned" from a nearby ley line.
The war blacksmith was devastated.
He, an elite of the Iron Warriors, son of Peturabo, skilled in assaulting, dismantling, and constructing fortifications, now appeared utterly powerless before a seemingly foolish native creature who could only utter "Ya!"
This Hilichurl runs like it defies the laws of physics! It moves as nimbly as a startled rabbit, turning corners without slowing down, and occasionally stopping abruptly and turning around, almost causing this burly man in heavy power armor to fall headfirst into the shop next door.
"Damn it! This inferior creature's movement pattern makes absolutely no sense!"
The war blacksmith gritted his teeth, feeling his brain about to overload.
He scanned his surroundings, searching for a way to break the deadlock.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure—an Imperial Fist soldier who was much taller than him, wearing tan power armor, and carrying a bag of cement (?) as he passed by.
The background music is a light yet tense chase theme.
A glint of light flashed in the war blacksmith's eyes! He'd got it!
He rushed forward and, to the bewildered look of the Imperial Fist soldier, shoved his heavy power hammer into the soldier's hand.
"You! Dorn's stone head!"
The Warsmith roared at top speed, pointing at the Hilichurls still bouncing around in front of him.
"Watch out! Once I lure that thing over, I'll smash it! Got it?!"
Without waiting for a response, he turned around and chased after the Hilichurl again, deliberately leading the pursuit towards the location of the Imperial Fist.
The camera switches to the Hilichurl's perspective. It looks back at its pursuers, makes a face, and then nimbly leaps over a fallen stall.
Thus began an extremely comical "Qin King circling the pillar" drama, centered around the solemn statue of the Thunder God in the center of Inazuma Castle!
The war blacksmith chased after them, panting heavily, while the Hilichurl ran ahead, yelling and screaming. The two circled the base of the statue, once, twice, three times... their speed increasing until they almost became two blurry whirlwinds!
Their footsteps even wore a faint ring of marks on the ground.
The screen displays a ghosting effect, accompanied by a "whoosh" sound effect.
The Imperial Fist soldier who had been temporarily entrusted with this "important task" was holding the power hammer that was not quite suitable for him, his huge helmet tilted to one side, as if he was trying to process the information he had just received.
He watched the man and the hill spinning around him like tops, his mind filled with philosophical thoughts:
"Smash...which one? The blacksmith? Or that little alien? The orders are not clear enough...the tactical intent is vague...it does not comply with the provisions of Chapter 7, Section 3 of the 'Imperial Fist Operations Manual' regarding 'friendly forces cooperation'..."
He was caught in a logical paradox, like a stuck gear, standing motionless in place.
The war blacksmith, who had run around the statue more than a dozen times, felt like his lungs were about to explode, but the decisive blow never came.
He glanced at the Imperial Fist for a moment—good heavens, that guy was still standing there in a daze!
The blacksmith's face beneath his helmet contorted with rage, accompanied by background music featuring deep brass bass lines expressing his fury.
The Warsmith slammed on the brakes, his heavy power boots scraping the cobblestones as he came to a steady stop in front of the Imperial Fist.
The Hilichurls behind him also made a drift-like sudden stop, coming to a steady halt behind the War Blacksmith. They even mimicked his posture, putting their hands on their hips with an arrogant "what can you do about it?" attitude.
The War Blacksmith leaned against the cold base of the statue, panting heavily. He raised his finger and first pointed forcefully at the power hammer that Imperial Fist was holding, which belonged to him. Then, he suddenly turned his arm and pointed with all his might at the Hilichurl that was sticking close behind him and peeking out!
His movements were exaggerated, his intention crystal clear: "Use this! Smash it! Now!!!"
Close-up shot: The power claw tips of the war blacksmith tremble slightly with anger and anxiety.
The simple logic of the Imperial Fist soldiers seems to have finally been broken through by this intense body language!
His enormous helmet bobbed up and down, as if to say, "Oh! I understand!"
Then, under the expectant gaze of the war blacksmith, who seemed to say, "You've finally figured it out," the Imperial Fist soldier made a move that left all intelligent beings present (if there were any other spectators) speechless—
With great seriousness and solemnity, he turned the buzzing power hammer in his hand around and handed the handle to the Hilichurl behind the War Blacksmith!
The scene freezes instantly, the background music stops abruptly, leaving only the sound of the wind blowing.
War Blacksmith: "???"
Qiuqiu man: "Yeah?"
It paused for a moment, looked at the hammer handle handed to it, and subconsciously took it.
What happened next was beyond the blacksmith's comprehension.
The Hilichurl, with a nonchalant movement completely disproportionate to its size, effortlessly caught the power hammer, which was taller and heavier than itself, with a single hand!
It weighed it in its hand, seemed to think it felt pretty good, and then, without hesitation, raised the hammer high!
The blacksmith's heart was filled with alarm bells! A chilling coldness shot from his spine straight to the top of his head!
He tried to dodge, but the sudden braking and the long chase had made him lose his balance, and he hadn't expected things to turn out this way at all!
"Do not--!!!"
He only had time to let out a desperate cry.
"Bang--!!!!!!!"
A dull, muffled sound, like a pile driver slamming into mud!
The power hammer slammed solidly and without any frills onto the war blacksmith's head!
The immense impact instantly slammed him into the hard stone slab next to the statue's base, like a nail!
All that remained was a standard human-shaped crater, along with wisps of smoke rising from its edge and flashes of electricity.
(Visual effect: When the war blacksmith was smashed into the ground, he flattened out like a cartoon character before sinking in.)