Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 233 The Correct Way to Use Hilda
The residence arranged for them by the Mechanicus was under the strict surveillance of the Crusaders. It was obvious that the Great Sage Drekris was extremely wary of the sudden visit of Valshus.

This is not too surprising.

Tucker led the first batch of Spartan team members and circled the area several times. After confirming all the secret sentries and monitoring equipment, they returned to report.

"It's very closely watched, but it's not completely helpless."

As a Catachan warrior, Tucker still found a tiny opportunity in the tight blockade: "I can try to sneak into the pipeline. The Skitarii and monitoring equipment hardly patrol this area. This is the only loophole."

genius!

Isn’t it a coincidence that the Genestealers thought the same way!
Alvin gave a thumbs up and said, "No, don't do that. If you go into the pipe, the risk may be greater than being exposed directly."

"Why?" Tucker was puzzled.

"I'm afraid the area beneath our feet has been occupied by Genestealers." Alvin pointed downwards and shook his head. "The Genestealers dug out these complicated tunnels in order to wait for the right opportunity to take over the Celerus Nest Area in one fell swoop. Wouldn't you be courting death if you go in?"

".Forget it then."

The corner of Tucker's mouth twitched, and he was obviously self-aware.

Although he is now strengthened, when he encounters a gene stealer, two fists are no match for four hands, let alone "four hands" in the literal sense?

"Then what are you going to do?" Tucker frowned. If they were not allowed to take risks, who would rescue the target?
Alvin didn't tell anyone except Elsa and Carol about Hilda, so Tucker didn't know there was another person.

"Don't worry, we don't have to solve this matter."

Alvin deliberately kept the topic a secret and changed the subject: "I have other plans for the rescue target. Our purpose here is to attract firepower and buy a small energy shield. That's all."

"Tsk, I thought I could move around a bit." Tucker was a little disappointed. He was almost rusting on the ship. This time he finally got a mission and thought he could show his skills, but in the end he was still idle.

"I don't think the same as you do."

Alvin stood up and looked out the window at the sky above the nest area, which was obscured by a large amount of mineral waste. He felt a little heavy-hearted. "If possible, I hope that nothing unexpected will happen this time."

Hilda's prediction made him feel extremely uneasy.

So, if possible, after rescuing Rosales and purchasing a small energy shield device, he hoped to leave Celerus as soon as possible.

As if sensing a heavy atmosphere on his face, Tucker also restrained his smile and said seriously: "Don't worry, unless I die... I won't let anyone hurt a hair on your head!"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Alvin glared at him and scolded with a smile: "Nothing will happen to any of us, I promise."

Tucker then went out on patrol.

Alvin dialed the number and waited quietly for the reply from the other end. Soon, the projection of Rosales appeared.

In just two days, he looked even more miserable.

The servo skull at the shoulder was severely damaged, and the several mechanical infantrymen following him were almost on the verge of being scrapped. He himself was also damaged in many places. If it weren't for the high degree of modification, he would have turned into scrap metal.

"You, you finally contacted me!"

Rosales felt like he had seen a savior and almost burst into tears, of course, the prerequisite is that he had this thing.

"Hiss...Mr. Rosales, what's wrong with you?"

Alvin opened his eyes wide and said in shock: "It's only been two days, how come you have become like this?"

"Don't mention it..." Rosales, with a sad look on his face, recounted what he had experienced in the past few days.

In order to avoid being hunted down by the Skitarii, he was forced to flee to the edge of the city, but this place had already been occupied by Genestealers. Those who were infected with the Tyranid genes directly mistook him for a member of the Mechanicus and chased him relentlessly!
But he couldn't explain it yet. He couldn't teach the Genestealers how to distinguish between the Mechanicus and the Dark Mechanicus, right?

As a result, Rosales was almost dismantled by the Genestealers. He used all his skills to escape from the clutches of the Tyranids and hid in a section of abandoned promethium pipeline.

Fortunately, this promethium pipeline was a product of the Great Crusade. Because it had been abandoned for too long, the gene stealers were too lazy to come here to investigate, which allowed him to barely survive.

Now that I see Alvin, I am crying with joy.

"Sir Alvin, have you arrived in Celerus?" Rosales' face was full of hope and begging. He really couldn't hold on any longer!

If he had known earlier that Vigilance Planet was so dangerous, he would have brought a crusader army with him, so that he would not have fallen into the situation of being bullied by Genestealers.

"Mr. Rosales, I have bad news and worse news. Which one do you want to hear first?" Alvin prepared to think for a moment, otherwise it would be too ugly to speak directly.

"What do you mean? You want to raise the price?"

Rosales was so smart that he saw through this guy's plan at a glance. He was so angry that his mind array was about to smoke: "Sir Alvin, we have already agreed, you should abide by the spirit of the contract!"

"Hey, Mr. Rosales, it's not that I don't want to abide by the spirit of the contract, nor do I want to raise the price." Alvin sneered in his heart. We are all thousand-year-old foxes, why play Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?

So he started to complain: "You don't know, as soon as I came in, I was closely monitored by Drexel and was not even allowed to leave the residential area. How do you think I can save him?"

"It's that bastard again!"

Rosales was so angry that his teeth itched: "Drechris, I will remember him. If he hadn't betrayed me, how could I be hunted down?!"

"Oh? Tell me in detail!" Alvin immediately became interested.

"Drecris had a private deal with Lord Amos, and I was the middleman responsible for the transportation. But who knew that he would suddenly go back on his word, which exposed my identity and led to my being hunted down by the Crusaders!" Rosales' tone was full of resentment.

Obviously, he hated this Drakeris who kept jumping back and forth.

"Let's get back to the point. This is only one aspect of the difficulty." Alvin sighed and continued to add: "My people have detected a large number of Genestealers in the nest area. Mr. Rosales, do you understand now?"

After a short pause of a few seconds, he shook his head regretfully: "I have evaluated that the risk of rescuing you is too great. It has exceeded my bottom line, so... I'm sorry, Mr. Rosales, it seems that our deal will be invalidated."

His move of retreating to advance actually killed Rosales.

Can he run, can Rosales run?
Sure enough, when Rosales heard that he wanted to cancel the deal, he immediately became anxious. He had been waiting for a long time and finally his savior came, but now the other party wanted to withdraw?
No, absolutely not!
"Sir Alvin, please forgive my rudeness just now!"

Rosales sobered up instantly, knowing that his life was in someone else's hands, and said humbly, "I beg you to save me for the sake of Om Messiah. Besides, I have the gene seeds you need!"

"Mr. Rosales, from my personal point of view, I am happy to rescue you." Alvin's face was full of regret, as if he was very heartbroken: "But, Valshus is behind me. I can't risk being labeled a heretic by Huangquan No. 8 and the empire, and ruining the glory of my family!"

Rosales was dumbfounded. The other party seemed to be really... going to give up the rescue. It didn't seem like he was just pretending to blackmail him again?
"Mr. Rosales, may Om Messiah bless you." Having said that, Alvin took the initiative to hang up the call.

"Master, is it really okay to do this?"

Elsa asked, somewhat worriedly.

"Which aspect do you mean?" Alvin looked back at Elsa and chuckled, "Don't worry, he will call again, because... apart from us, there is no one who can help him. The more dangerous a person is, the more he will understand how much his life is worth."

Sure enough, just half a minute later, Rosales called again. This time he seemed a little haggard, and his words were a little more cautious: "Sir Alvin, I won't say any more nonsense. What exactly do you want to save me?"

"Difficult, difficult, difficult."

Alvin did not give a direct answer, but said the word "difficult" three times in a row and then kept silent.

For something like this, it is completely different for him to ask for something and for the other party to bring it up themselves, so what he has to do now is to be patient and wait!
Rosales thought for a long time, several minutes, which was equivalent to hundreds of years for a great mechanical sage. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind: "Sir Alvin, I don't know whether your family has prepared power armor for space marines, but I am willing to offer you fifty sets of MK7 Skyhawk power armor to compensate for your loss!"

There was a hint of desire on Alvin's face, but during a long period of silence and contemplation, he seemed to be wondering whether it was worth it.

Seeing that he was tempted, Rosales gritted his teeth and raised the stakes again: "Sir Alvin, the most I can give you is one piece of information about the human relics of the Golden Age. This is the highest price I can pay!"

Alvin originally intended to just grind it to avoid looking too ugly when eating, but he didn't expect to get an unexpected reward: "Are you sure... it's news about the human relics from the Golden Age?"

"Yes, I am quite sure of that!"

Rosales nodded and gritted his teeth and said, "This message was found by the Dark Mechanicus. Even if it is not a human relic from the Golden Age, it must be a high-tech product of some alien. I can swear to Ohm Messiah on this!"

"Okay, then it's settled."

Alvin slammed the table and said righteously: "We are all friends. How can I just watch my friend fall into a desperate situation and do nothing? Please rest assured, I will organize manpower to rescue you, Mr. Rosales!"

Friends? Forget it… I can’t afford it. It’s too expensive.

Rosales was too tired to complain. He just wanted to be rescued as soon as possible and never come to this lousy place, Alert Star, again!
After hanging up the call, Elsa couldn't help laughing out loud: "Master, you are really amazing. It was you who wanted to raise the price, but it turned out that he took the initiative to raise the price for you."

“Because he had no choice.”

Alvin said calmly, "Next, I'll leave it to Hilda. I hope everything goes well and we can leave here as soon as possible."

"Unfortunately, there is no webway here."

He couldn't help but sigh. If there was a webway, it wouldn't be so difficult and Hilda wouldn't have to run back and forth.

There is no "webway entrance" in the Celerus Nest. Although the Eldar inherited the legacy of the Old Saints, they cannot independently create a "webway entrance". However, the Eldar are better than the Human Empire in that although they do not know how to create an "entrance", they know how to seal the "entrance".

The webpaths left behind by the ancient saints extend in all directions, but not every one of them is safe.

Among them, there are also many webways leading to dangerous areas, and the Eldar rangers will seal the dangerous entrances when they explore them. In this way, based on the drawn maps, the Eldar can avoid risks as much as possible.

"What a shame! How nice it would be if I had a mobile webway portal?"

Alvin couldn't help but fantasize, but unfortunately even the elves didn't have this thing, let alone him.

Unless, one day, one gets lucky and happens to come across the technology left over from the golden age of mankind, perhaps it will really be possible.

Or, he could wait for the Navigator System to take him to a high-tech world like StarCraft, Halo, or Aquila, and then directly move the interstellar portal there, and the Emperor would probably be able to "resurrect".

Broken and mottled sunlight sprinkled through the cracks in the radiation-filled clouds. In the abandoned edge nest city, traces of fierce fighting could be vaguely seen on the collapsed building wreckage and abandoned machinery.

Twisted corpses still remain on the scorched earth, and a transportation pipeline with a diameter of several meters is vaguely visible among the rubble buried by the ruins.

The bloody rust and dust on the surface of the steel wall clearly showed that this section of pipe had been abandoned for a long time. Even the gene stealers rarely cared about such pipes that had been abandoned for a long time.

Hilda relied on the Eldar's technology to sneak into the edge nest area invisibly.

“So dirty.”

There was a hint of disgust on her delicate face.

The main urban area of ​​Celerus is an important area of ​​Huangquan No. 8. It is filled with reconnaissance arrays. Even with the technology of the Eldar, it is difficult to sneak in without being noticed, unless it is a special situation.

So, she was forced to separate from Alvin temporarily, but still had two tasks.

On the one hand, monitor the movements of the 'Prince of the Pauper' sect from the outside, and report to Alvin in advance if there is a major situation.

On the other hand, wait for Alvin's order to find Rosales.

The reason why Alvin judged that Rosales was in the abandoned edge nest area was very simple. The main urban area was full of Crusaders. With the ability of Huangquan No. 8, digging three feet into the ground was considered light. If he hid in the main nest area, he would be seeking death!
Want to play in the dark?
The oil man's black technology will let you experience what cruelty is.

For the Mechanicus of Mars, heretics, aliens, even chaos, are not completely without the possibility of negotiation.

But, the only ones that the Martian Mechanicus cannot tolerate are the pagans!
Apart from the abandoned edge nest area of ​​Huangquan No. 8, it is basically impossible for Rosales to go anywhere else.

Although the current edge nest area has been occupied by a large number of Genestealers, it is still better than being hunted by the Mechanical Crusaders, right?
The only problem is Hilda, who has a mild mysophobia and hates dirty and messy environments. However, the edge nest area has all the necessary elements. If Alvin had not promised repeatedly, she would not be willing to come to this shabby place.

The Eldar's method of communication often relies more on psychic energy, which is slightly different from ordinary human technology.

After sensing the communication in the subspace, Hilda immersed her consciousness into it and heard Alvin's voice: "The target is in the Edgehive, area B-32. Don't forget to see the goods first."

To put it bluntly, they were worried that Rosales would play tricks on them, which was one of the reasons why Hilda was allowed to go.

After all, Hilda, who is outspoken, will not tolerate the cunning oil man.

"Something disgusting is coming." Suddenly, Hilda looked somewhere, and her expression of disgust became even stronger.

Her figure disappeared again, as if blending into the surrounding air.

Imperceptible psychic fluctuations swept through the air. That was the ability of the Tyranid genestealers to detect, but unfortunately it was useless to her.

Ordered to search the area for Tyranid infestations, he tried to smell the disgusting "motor oil" smell in the air.

Not long ago, the great 'Honorable Father Ancestor Dragon' just announced that the day of ascension had arrived ahead of schedule, and then a mechanical priest broke in. The 'Four-Armed Angels' in the church were worried that it was the Mechanicus who was obstructing them from embracing the great Four-Armed Emperor!
As a result, many infected people launched a carpet search of the abandoned area and gradually approached Rosales.

Leading the group was the one the infected called an 'angel', who was different from those who were initially infected.

He has four pale arms covered with a layer of chitinous carapace, sharp nails that can easily cut through steel, and an extremely resilient body that allows him to crawl anywhere at an extremely fast speed.

"I can smell it... that smell is just ahead!"

The 'angel' is named Pal. In the Pauper Prince sect, he is considered to be a person with a very high degree of infection, and his corresponding power is also very great.

This time, it was Pal who took the initiative to accept the task, in order to show off in front of the great "Father Ancestor Dragon" so that he could take charge of more troops.

Suddenly, his green eyes locked onto an abandoned promethium pipeline. Because it was buried under the rubble, it was difficult to detect. "I found you... Come on!"

With a simple command, the infected Genestealers rushed towards the pipe like crazy.

However, just as they got closer.

The roar of the explosion, accompanied by a torrent of bullets, shot out directly from the depths of the pipe, drowning the brave pioneers and beating them into meat paste!

But the biggest advantage of gene stealers is that they don't care about death at all, and they have an absolute advantage in numbers.

The humans who were constantly infected picked up all kinds of weapons, as if they were picked up from the garbage dump, and fought back desperately into the pipes.

From time to time, people threw bombs in. Rosales felt miserable. He didn't expect that not long after he hung up the phone, he would be discovered by those damn bugs!

He tried to rush out several times and change his position again.

But unfortunately, the other side had too many people and they tried their best to block him in the pipe, as if they were trying to exhaust him to death, which made him even more anxious.

Pal's horrified, mutated face revealed a hideous smile, and he roared into the pipe: "Damned heretics, it's you... who are preventing the great Emperor from embracing his people!"

"What the hell is this emperor?"

At this time, a figure appeared quietly.

Pal didn't notice when a shadow appeared behind him, he just felt a little pain in his neck.

Swish!
A sharp cold light flashed.

Almost instantly, the disgusting Pal's neck was cut off by a sword, and his head rolled off with a thud.

Then, the figure disappeared again, flashing around on the battlefield like a ghost. Every time it appeared, the heads of the Tyranids infected would be chopped off!
With the cooperation from outside, Rosales quickly killed all the leaderless infected people.

"That's disgusting."

Hilda's eyes were filled with disgust, and she obviously hated Tyron.

If she had to make a list of the most annoying creatures in her mind, then apart from Slaanesh, who has always topped the list, and the Dark Eldar, who have always been in second place, the Tyranids would definitely be at the top of the list, even more annoying than those green-skinned mushrooms!

She immediately swung her arm, and the blood on the blade splashed out. She then looked at the pipe with cold eyes: "I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't get out of there, I'll make you lie in there forever."

What a loud tone!
Rosales was a little angry, but his actions betrayed him. Since the other party could help him kill all the infected people, he should be the one sent by Alvin to save him.

After all, it costs money, so the speed is fast!

Although he felt a little resentful, Rosales decided to forgive Alvin considering the fast speed. After all, just a few dozen sets of Skyhawk power armor were not as valuable as his life!

Soon, Rosales came out of the pipe, but when he saw the other party's identity, his mind array almost went into a frenzy: "Spirit... Eldar?!"

He thought of many possibilities, but he never expected that Alvin would send the elves to rescue him!
Oh, Om Messiah,

Rosales suddenly felt that compared to his identity as a member of the Dark Mechanicus, Alvin was the real "heretic", right?

"Do you have any problem with the Eldar?" Hilda had an instinctive aversion to the oil man in front of her, and couldn't help but tighten her grip on the Eldar Warrior Blade.

“No, no, no, I have no objection, honorable Eldar lady!” Noticing the Eldar’s little action, Rosales was frightened and quickly explained: “Please don’t compare me with the Martian Mechanicus. We in the Dark Mechanicus have always respected the Eldar!”

Of course, whether it is true respect or not is unknown.

"Where's the stuff?"

Hilda stared at him coldly and asked directly: "Alvin said that we have to pay the money and get the goods."

"..."

Rosales took a deep breath and decided to take back the emotion he had just felt.

He pulled the parts at the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "Ms. Eldar, the thing is not with me at the moment. Can you rescue me first and then I will give it to you?"

"I'll keep an eye on you!"

Hilda stared at him for a few seconds and said, "If you dare to lie to me, I will put you on the Dark Eldar's wanted list!"

".No, it really isn't."

Rosales was in tears. Where on earth did Alvin find such a terrifying elf?
He didn't want to be targeted by a bunch of lunatics who would put people on the Dark Eldar's wanted list at any time, and he didn't want to exchange transformation experiences with the Blood Mercy people!
Thank you for the reward from my aluminum master~ Today is still the daily 10,000

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(End of this chapter)