Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

Chapter 113 Gene Warriors and Space Warriors.

The Federation may not understand Space Marine surgery, and know nothing about the birth of an Astartes Brother, but they don't need to.

The new genetic ascension project has strengthened us beyond the imagination of any enemy, and now, the Federation has its own genetic warriors.

Now, the most proud technological achievement of the Human Emperor will face the test of the Federation's cutting-edge genetic technology products.

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What happened on an Imperial ship somewhere showed how other Imperial Navy warships were lost.

The boots of Ultramarines Captain Cato Sicarius, second only to Calgar among the battle brothers of Aggramar, stomped heavily on the deck, and the dull metallic echoes echoed in the corridors of the battleship.

Behind him, heavier footsteps could be heard, and the adaptive servo system of the Terminator Power Armor adjusted the pace of the Space Marines to make their movements as smooth as possible.

"Hurry up, our brothers in the sub-group are waiting for rescue."

Sicarius' voice, transmitted to the soldiers behind him through the communicator, was filled with calmness and unquestionable determination.

Each Ultramarines moved forward silently in the dull and heavy atmosphere of the ship, their armor emitting a faint low roar, and the information on the tactical display screen was constantly updated, marking the battle situation in the battleship cabin.

A group of Space Marines from the Ultramarines' successor group were requesting assistance, so this Terminator squad came here to intercept the aliens and help their fighting brothers. However, everything seemed too late, and the communication signal in front completely disappeared after a burst of noise.

"The battle is over so soon?"

Sicarius's mind was as sharp as his blade. The situation was clearly not good, but he did not stop, because the Space Marines were fearless.

When they finally stepped into the target cabin, the scene before them made the hearts of all the Ultramarines stop suddenly.

This was once a position held by Imperial warriors, but now, the remains of blue and white power armor lay on the deck, and blood flowed on the metal ground.

The bodies of the Ultramarines: The Avenging Sons fell twisted and broken on the cold alloy floor of the ship, their heavy armor torn apart, the bodies of the warriors scattered around, and some Space Marines seemed to be crushed directly, with body fragments scattered all over the place.

The Sons of Revenge fell on the road of revenge, and this group was expelled today.

Sicarius's gaze swept across the battlefield, landing on the creatures that were still standing.

They looked like some kind of "dragon-man." Compared to true interstellar dragons, these creatures were leaner and shorter, only about two meters tall, with slender figures, scales, prosthetics, and exoskeletons covering their limbs and bodies, giving off a cold metallic sheen.

Their eyes were like deep stars, and although they did not say any words, they seemed to be conveying some message.

Their battle armor was not the heavy Imperial style, but a lightweight exoskeleton that fitted closely to the body, yet could withstand firepower powerful enough to rip apart a warship's hull.

Their bodies concealed a certain power, and it was obvious that they had undergone complex genetic modifications, just like the Space Marines.

One of the tallest green dragon warriors stood in the middle of the pile of corpses. He slowly turned around and stared at Sicarius with his dark blue eyes.

There was no contempt or fanaticism in that look, only a suffocating calmness: like a predator watching a beast caught in a trap.

"They are too weak. You are too late."

The dragon warrior's voice appeared directly in Sicarius's mind, without his lips even moving.

This is a pure communication of the heart, without language barriers and without any possibility of deception.

Sicarius did not respond, but directly gave the order to attack.

"Kill them all."

He and his Terminator warriors raised their storm bolters, the ammunition thrusters clicked in the power armor's automatic loading system, the sensor systems in their armor began to lock onto the enemy, and then a storm of deadly fire poured out.

The shockwave of the explosion roared through the cabin, live ammunition and plasma energy intertwined in the darkness. The Ultramarines' attacks were extremely precise, their firing angles blocking all evasive routes, ensuring that no living creature could survive such deadly firepower.

However, they underestimated their opponents.

The dragon warriors glided through the gaps between bullets and explosions at a dizzying speed. Their figures were like shadows, weaving between the electromagnetic storm and the rain of bullets, and every tiny movement avoided the fatal trajectory.

Even if a bullet occasionally hits them, it can only cause a slight scratch due to the weakening of their extremely strong individual shields, exoskeletons and dragon scales made of other materials.

"They're faster than us, and they can even predict the trajectory of their attack?"

Sicarius's mind raced as he realized he was facing no ordinary foe.

In the next instant, the Federation's genetic warriors counterattacked. From a distance, the Federation fighters used disruptive weapons to suppress the enemy with powerful firepower, forcing the Ultramarines to engage the Dragonites in hand-to-hand combat.

But this does not mean that the Space Marines have gained an advantage.

A dragon warrior suddenly rushed towards the formation of the Ultramarines. His speed was faster than any power armor warrior, even surpassing the Thunder Warrior.

His kinetic claws smashed into the chest armor of a Terminator, instantly shattering the thick durable steel armor and penetrating the warrior's torso.

Another dragon warrior opened his mouth and spewed out a storm of scorching energy, which directly burned the armor systems of the two extreme warriors, causing them to fall to the ground in pain from the violent impact.

Their attacks were not brutal slaughter, but precise deconstruction. They destroyed not only the bodies of the Space Marines, but also their tactical systems and the rhythm of the battlefield.

Sicarius knew he had to fight in person.

He locked onto the leading dragon warrior, raised his power sword, and rushed towards the enemy with a thunderous roar.

The dragon warrior came forward without any weapons, just bare hands.

The two's power collided in an instant, and Sicarius's power blade cut through the air, but was accurately avoided by the other party.

"It's not worth mentioning."

The dragon warrior said this behind Sicarius, and his other hand stretched out its sharp claws and tore at Sicarius' left arm.

Sharp pain tore through his nervous system, and his left hand flew off along with half of his forearm, spilling blood all over the deck.

But Sicarius gritted his teeth, burning with fighting spirit, and swung his sword with his last bit of strength.

The sword blade, with a decomposition force field, slashed towards the dragon warrior's neck. However, the opponent dodged quickly, and the sword only cut off some scales and flesh on his shoulder, failing to cause fatal damage.

When the dragon warrior focused his attention again, he found that Sicarius had disappeared from his sight and the other side had retreated.

The captain of the dragon gene warriors did not continue to attack, his eyes remained cold. Then he turned around and led his team deeper into the cabin.

Their target is the core of this battleship, and they want to capture this ship for the Federation.

After giving his wounds emergency treatment, Sicarius immediately retreated to the command room at the center of the ship, and mercilessly summoned other sub-groups to intercept the unstoppable federal enemies.

He was not afraid of death, nor did he not care about his brothers (in fact, he might still be a little indifferent), but he had to go back and report the situation of the genetic warriors of the Helka Federation to the regiment and the center of the Imperial Expeditionary Force.

They are not just "aliens", they are warriors more powerful than Space Marines.

This expedition was no longer the conquest envisioned by the empire, but a battle for survival.

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Chapter 114: The oil man who saves the situation when his interests are damaged.

"I wonder how many the oil man has. Considering they're some of the rarest relics, there must be some good ones. They should be better than the Javo rash sample. Yute is truly a disgrace to the pioneers."

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There was once a joke circulating within the Imperium that after the Emperor of Mankind, the Primarchs, the Custodes, the Astartes and the Ecclesiarchy had all fallen, the combat power of the Astra Militarum and the Mechanicum still accounted for 99 percent of the Imperium's total combat power.

This is not without reason to some extent. If the Mechanicus did not display its clannish style and secrecy, the Empire's armaments might have undergone a major upgrade.

But this does not matter to them. The Empire cannot be upgraded, but the armaments of different Mechanicus factions are upgraded again and again by relying on the constantly discovered Stc templates. This is how they can maintain their own military strength.

The Mechanicus Ark’s counterattack against the Federation genetic warriors is a good example and also a good lesson for us. Next time, we must use super beasts to attack these iron plates, so as not to be affected by the opponent’s various means.

Most of the Empire's fleets entered the countdown to destruction when they chose to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Federation due to their arrogance, but there was one exception, and that was the Mechanical Ark of the Mechanicus.

Their various combat equipment showed amazing advancement, which was completely different from the space battles or even space knight duels of ordinary imperial forces.

Therefore, the Federation's Space Marines ultimately failed to complete the mission of capturing the Ark.

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There is no room for tenderness in war, especially not in this one.

The gene-warriors of the Helka Confederation have swept across the Imperial fleet, shattered the lines of the Ultramarines and the Astra Militarum, stomped through ruins of blood and steel, and taken over the Machine Souls of many Imperial ships.

However, in front of them, this huge mechanical ark still stood firm.

The Helka Federation's Space Marines were already rampaging through various compartments of the battleship. Relying on the MCV (Modular Combat Factory) deployment system, they built fortifications and heavy firepower batteries at an extremely fast speed, transforming the interior of the ship into a battlefield, preparing to advance towards the core area of the Mechanicus.

The servants of Panacea had never been forced like this, but they were not angry, nor did they have any human emotions. Instead, they analyzed the next action with pure logical judgment and data retrieval.

The Mechanicus's sage calmly assessed the battlefield situation and came up with a response plan using the ultra-high-speed flow of mechanical language.

The Ark's internal defense system was fully activated. Countless automated turrets sprang from the walls and ceiling, unleashing a storm of metal fire upon the invaders with micron-precision.

Annihilation ray guns, plasma heavy artillery, even some extremely rare gravity distortion devices and even limited local time adjusters were put into use.

At the same time, the Mechanicum's most powerful war asset was unleashed: the unrestrained Castellan robots, or what was essentially an artificially intelligent combat legion.

These weren't the low-level contemplators or wetware systems the Empire permitted, but true combat AIs. Within their steel shells lay not only mid-level AIs with astonishing computing power, but even some units bordering on fully intelligent AI.

These intelligent warriors are more accurate and swifter than organic creatures, and they are tireless and know no fear.

They brought the war into the data competition of the supercomputing era. Hundreds of tactical plans were simulated and calculated every second, and dozens of different types of weapons could be used precisely to break through the highly modified dragon scale armor of the dragon gene warriors. The Federal Marines finally suffered enough damage to cause delay.

Faced with the enemy's sudden increase in firepower, the genetic warriors of the Helka Federation quickly adjusted their tactics, mobilized their super biological brain computing power, and coordinated with the MCV module to begin fighting against the Mechanicus' heavy firepower and artificial intelligence suppression.

Holographic printing and assembly factories rapidly began producing equipment to counter the Mechanicum's weapons. High-intensity electromagnetic pulse transmitters, quantum data jammers, hardened shield generators, and localized reality index regulators, among other powerful Federation equipment, were deployed.

The genetic warriors of the Helka Federation used their advanced technology and strong physical fitness to adapt to the battlefield again and even began to gain the upper hand.

The AI forces began to be paralyzed, automated turrets lost their accuracy due to quantum interference, and some mechanical warriors were even hacked and turned against their masters. When the firepower weakened, the genetic warriors of the Helka Federation launched another fierce attack. They were fearless of death and charged forward, tearing apart the enemies who were either machines or hybrids of flesh and blood.

Their disintegration weapons disintegrate metal, their plasma swords split armor, and their combat data instruments are perfectly integrated with biological senses, allowing them to anticipate every enemy attack and make the optimal response in a split second.

The tide of battle gradually turned, and the Mechanicus's sages had to admit that if this continued, their Ark would fall. The Mechanicus was unwilling to admit defeat, especially unwilling to admit that they were defeated by the aliens' knowledge, so their Supreme Sage made a radical decision.

In the deepest part of the Ark Machine, a long-sealed device was awakened. It had no specific name, only a number: Ω-001 Forgotten Resonator.

"The Myriad Codex does not mention the rules for reproducing this item. It is extremely precious."

A mechanical sage whispered in mechanical language.

"It doesn't get any more precious than this ark."

Another sage answered.

"I agree to execute it."

Eventually they reached a consensus and the Oblivion Resonator was activated.

The entire mechanical ark began to vibrate, and a wave that could not be described in words began to spread throughout the ship.

The genetic warriors of the Helka Federation were the first to notice the abnormality. Their physical and psychic senses sensed some strange energy flowing in the air.

Then, their equipment began to disintegrate. The nanoalloys of their armor shattered into particles, their weapons' electronic systems collapsed, and even their prosthetic parts began to disintegrate, as if all matter was being reconstructed by an invisible wave.

Finally, even the bodies of the genetic warriors began to crack, their blood evaporated, their bones shattered, and their genetic chains decomposed into the most basic molecular structure.

After half of his body was dissociated, a captain of the dragon gene warriors sensed that the weapons of the Mechanicus were directly affecting the basic structure of matter, dissolving the entire battle area, including part of the Mechanicus' own army, into liquid in an incomprehensible way.

His body began to fade further, but his will remained undimmed. The Gene Warrior Captain used up his last bit of strength and activated the emergency trans-dimensional teleportation command.

Afterwards, the genetic warriors of the Helka Federation immediately executed the retreat order. They used super-time and space teleportation technology to evacuate from the ship at the last moment.

The failure of this battle does not mean that the Helka Federation will give up. They have lost their foothold this time, but next time, they will return with stronger weapons and a stronger army.

The Magi of the Mechanicum stood on the bridge, watching as the resonator's core device began to self-destruct after being activated.

"The holy relic has been used. This is the only one."

"This battle... is completely unnecessary."

For the first time, a subtle hint of dissatisfaction seemed to appear in their mechanical tones. They had won the battle, but they knew they had lost a secret that could be used to intimidate their enemies and their political opponents: a treasure of the God of All Machines.

The Helka Federation had already seen this relic weapon, and they would definitely find a way to crack it. However, their weapon was almost impossible to crack, and could not bring any new technological insights to the Empire.

Perhaps the expedition had become too costly for the Empire's independent warlord allies.

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Chapter 115 But the overall situation is irreversible.

In the dark universe, the flames of war burn fiercely. But those who started it, the pure boasters, now only regret it.

The new type of troops of the Helka Federation: Genetic Warriors have arrived on the battlefield. Their tactics and techniques are far beyond the expectations of the Human Empire Expeditionary Force. These troops have achieved terrible feats in a short period of time.

Initially, the Imperial fleet advanced in tight tactical formations, with the Navy, Astra Militarum, Mechanicus, and Space Marines confident that their holy crusade would destroy all heretics and aliens.

However, the Helka Federation's response was like a storm, swift and deadly.

"You brought these bastards here to bury you!"

The expedition turned into a funeral.