Chapter 580 Broken Moon

"Detaching, ready."

"Detaching."

The expeditionary fleet jumped out of outer space.

"Form, sail out of the dark side of the galaxy."

Cole ordered the fleet on the bridge. When they regrouped from the outer galaxy and sailed into the luminous side of the galaxy, they saw the huge monster next to the planet.

"Emperor, what is that?"

Someone on the bridge asked. There was a huge artificial star in front of the fleet. It was quite large and almost occupied half of the surface area of ​​the planet.

The entire planet next to it was hollowed out, leaving many holes on the surface. Minerals and construction materials were sent to orbit and assembled on the huge star, making it bigger and bigger.

The fleet of the orcs, which looked more like flying garbage, was guarding around.

"Battle Moon." Vito replied, frowning and looking at the moon carefully.

"Battle Moon? I've only seen it in books." Anna said in surprise.

"How does the real thing feel?"

"It's more broken than I thought."

The surface of the moon was very broken, and many parts were not built well. Cracks and gaps were everywhere, and the unprotected internal structure was exposed.

"Fortunately, it is not yet completed, Cole, the fleet formation attacks."

Cole nodded affirmatively and then gave orders to the fleet. Vito sat back on the throne of the bridge and looked at the battle moon behind the orc fleet.

"Order the Astartes, land, and detonate it."

The expeditionary fleet quickly completed the battlefield formation and then launched an attack on the battle moon. The orcs also discovered them, and the garbage fleet defending the moon quickly launched a counterattack.

The warships bit each other in the galaxy, and in the explosion, the Space Marines' strike cruisers launched a swift assault. Under the cover of the surrounding escort fleet, the Black Mane Wolf and the Order entered the range of the battle moon.

The Space Marines' boarding troops quickly launched an attack, and the landing capsule and the Thunderhawk roared out of the cabin, passing through the fleet and attacking the deck of the battle moon that had not yet closed.

The Thunderhawk painted with the colors of the Space Wolves roared and landed on the deck. Ragnar strode out with two axes in his hands. More Thunderhawks landed behind him, and the Space Wolves Company filed out.

They quickly killed all the fart workers on the deck, as well as a few greenskin supervisors.

The Thunderhawk of the Dark Angels also landed. Lancelot got off the Thunderhawk, looked around at the greenskin corpses around him and approached Ragnar.

"Ragnar." Lancelot approached and said, "You go to reactor No. 2, and I'll go to reactor No. 1."

"Understood, I'll be faster than you, follow me!"

They acted separately, Ragnar and Lancelot, each leading their warriors to attack from both sides.

Ragnar rushed into the interior of the moon, and the Wolf warriors behind him followed him closely, attacking the depths of the battle moon. The Space Wolves rushed towards the target along the rough splicing and assembly of the planet's interior.

On the moon, the greenskins were in chaos. The frontal attack of the expeditionary fleet made them all pay attention to that side, and they did not realize that there was an Astartes attacking inside.

The wolf pack attacked swiftly and directly, with the unique ferocity of the Fenrisians, but they did not linger in the battle and went straight to the target.

It was like a pack of wolves smelling injured prey.

They defeated the few greenskins who realized their existence and came to intercept them. The wolves were unstoppable. They formed two pairs of fangs with the Dark Angels and bit towards the heart of the moon.

Ragnar's dual-wielded chainsaw axes kept roaring and roaring, splitting the greenskin's head and cutting off his chest.

He rushed across the deck and strode towards the greenskin in front. The greenskin was knocked away and leaned against the wall. Then an axe cut his neck, and blood sprayed on Ragnar's face.

"Shrimp cans!"

The orc general rushed in, he and Ragnar looked at each other, and both sides immediately roared and rushed towards each other, and they followed the Space Wolves and the orcs.

The two sides collided in the center of the Moon Corridor in an instant, roaring and roaring, swords, axes and hammers fought fiercely together.

The war cry of the orcs mixed with the howl of the Space Wolves, and the surrounding moons exploded everywhere, but the vibration here came directly from the most intense battle.

Ragnar and the orc general fought together, they fought from one end of the corridor to the other, axes hit the wall and hit the ground.

Their battle lasted for a long time, as if they were tireless, and the second brother and the Emperor's warriors tried their best to kill each other, and Ragnar left a cut on the orc's arm.

And he punched Ragnar's helmet away, and the helmet shattered and fell to the ground. Ragnar spit out the blood in his mouth and turned his head to look at the rushing green-skinned general.

He roared and chopped down the axe. Ragnar rushed forward, hugged the greenskin warrior and broke the door, falling to the ground behind the passage.

Ragnar grabbed the greenskin's wrist, stepped on him and tore off his arm. The greenskin warrior screamed, and Ragnar tore off his arm and raised it high.

The greenskin warrior's head was chopped in, and Ragnar chopped his head with his sword. The orcs rushed over, and Ragnar drew his sword, holding the sword in one hand and the axe in the other, standing in front of the greenskins.

The greenskins' heads exploded one after another, and their bodies were hit by bullets from the side. Another unexpected team arrived and quickly fired from the edge to eliminate the orcs here.

It was a rebel army composed of human captives. They wore tattered clothes and held weapons made from the garbage on the ship or hidden in their hands.

Although they looked embarrassed, everyone's face was full of fighting enthusiasm.

Ragnar looked at them, and the Space Wolves behind him rushed over, "I'm glad you are still alive. We are going to destroy the greenskin reactor. Come?"

"With pleasure, for the Emperor."

An old man came out from among the captives. His right eye was missing and one arm was missing, but he still had a resolute face and led the rebels to kill all the way.

"Commissar Yarik."

Ragnar recognized him, and the latter obviously recognized Ragnar, or his name, or the Space Wolves logo on his shoulder.

"It's nice to see Astartes here." Yarik said, and blew up the head of the alive orc on the ground with a real grenade gun with one hand.

"Now, let's fight for the Emperor again."

"With pleasure." Ragnar grinned and took the helmet handed over by the warrior behind him, "Lancelot, you will never guess who I met."

"The marshal's order is to attack quickly, and other things will be discussed after we go out."

Lancelot said that he had led the Dark Angels to kill across the moon. Their speed was quite fast. The assault broke through the orcs' interception and rushed into the reactor in the center of the battle moon.

The construction here has not been completed yet, and the reactor is directly exposed to the vacuum. The magnetic boots under Lancelot's feet allowed him to stand firm.

The warriors of the Dark Angels rushed in, and the orcs were thrown into the vacuum, unable to stop Lancelot's troops.

Lancelot looked at the reactor below, which was flashing with azure light, and powerful power was transmitted from here to every part of the moon.

"Blow it up."

The Dark Angels warriors placed the quantum nuclear warheads they brought next to the reactor. It was activated and the countdown numbers began to work.

"Ragnar, have you finished that?" Lancelot asked.

"Okay, Yarik and his men are more familiar with this place than we are. Take us to install it."

"Retreat." Lancelot said to Ragnar, and at the same time gave orders to his warriors, and the Dark Angels immediately began to retreat.

"We will take your new friends back." Lancelot said, "The Supreme Marshal will want to see him, and there are some questions to ask him."

After that, Lancelot also withdrew. He led the warriors back to the Thunder Eagle, started the engine and flew out of the moon, and behind them, the countdown of the bomb also returned to zero.

The heroic explosion appeared on both sides of the moon, blasting the unfinished battle moon to pieces.

Vito sat on the bridge, passing through the destroyed greenskin fleet, watching the moon shattered into pieces, and the wreckage burned and fell into the planet next to it.

"They succeeded." Cole said standing on the side.

"Sir, we rescued the prisoners of the Iron Legion on the battle moon, and Commissar Yarik was among them."

Lancelot's voice sounded, and the Thunderhawk emerged from the sea of ​​fire in the distance and flew towards the fleet. Cole and Vito looked at each other, and the latter nodded slightly.

"Bring him here, I have something to ask him."

"Issue an extermination order for this planet, and no spores of the greenskins can survive." Vito ordered Cole, who nodded, "Understood."

Vito turned and left the bridge, and the planet behind him exploded.