Chapter 68 My Captain Doesn't Want to See an Angel (Please Read)

Attack Moon, or the Battle Moon of the Orcs.

This is a huge warship that can rival an asteroid in size. This creation is both primitive and terrifying.

It looks like a mess, with a lot of twisted pieces and debris forming the main body. The orcs once again illogically welded together things that should be mutually exclusive.

Rather than a warship, it is more like a steel monster.

The Battle Moon is a symbol of the cruelty and barbarity of the greenskins. Even the Glorious Queen-class battleships of the human empire seem a little small in such astronomical units.

Sizzle!

In the harsh sound of electricity.

The Flame Keeper frigate has completely turned into burning firewood.

The fire engulfed several nearby Ork warships, and hundreds of other warships were affected by the embers of the explosion.

The flames kept rushing to the next prey like a hungry predator.

But the Battle Moon didn't care.

It just continued to move forward in this grand destruction. The wreckage of a large number of imperial ships and orc warships hit its surface, but the violent impact only caused some pits to appear on the steel monster, making its image more brutal.

"Use cyclone torpedoes!"

The archangel gave the order with a gloomy face, and the crew carried out the order without hesitation.

Swish!

The half-kilometer-long cyclone torpedo shot out from the torpedo compartment at the front of the Red Tear.

The mass accelerator was emitting blue flames, and in just a few breaths, the speed of the cyclone torpedo was increased to the extreme. Some orc warships along the way wanted to block it, but those tattered weapons could not effectively intercept it.

Boom!

In the expectant eyes of everyone.

The cyclone torpedo collided with the orc battle moon without any fancy.

At a certain moment, the universe they were in was no longer the void of black, and there were raging flames everywhere.

The cyclone torpedo is almost the most lethal representative of the conventional weapons of the human empire.

Its power can incinerate the planet's atmosphere, boil the ocean, and finally leave only the bare rock surface.

The orange-yellow atomic flames completely enveloped the Orcs' battle moon, and the dazzling light was so dazzling that even the Space Marines could not look directly at it. The Orcs' battle moon seemed to have turned into a sun, shining brightly, and hundreds of thousands of Orc warships were swallowed by the surging flames.

But when the flames dispersed, the light disappeared.

The deformed and strange body of the battle moon was still displayed in front of them.

Except for the huge dents on the surface and the melted steel and rocks around it, the entire battleship seemed to have not suffered any fatal effects.

Wrapped in the charred electrolytic gas.

The Orcs' battle moon continued to move forward and accelerated towards the Red Tear.

"Let's go."

The Archangel gave the order. This was a retreat, but there was no choice.

The reason for them to continue fighting in the Anteros system had disappeared. The Orcs had completely controlled this place. The greenskins were eager to find a new and more challenging battlefield.

"Where are we going?"

Radoron asked, his tone sounded particularly heavy.

Sanguinius tapped his slender fingers in the void, and with a crisp ticking sound, the map of the surrounding star field was projected in front of him.

The Archangel's eyes were fixed on the Talas Galaxy.

The Talas Galaxy borders the Anteros Galaxy, but there are more humans living in it.

And outside the Talas Galaxy, there are several large and small galaxies, each of which is home to hundreds of billions of Imperial residents.

In the midst of the Great Crusade, these galaxies with stable law and order provided the Empire's fleet with a large number of well-trained warriors and huge and rich resources.

These galaxies must not be dragged into the quagmire of war.

The wild pace of the greenskins must be stopped outside the Talas Galaxy. They have no way to retreat, because their home is behind them.

"We will live up to our mission, and we will forge ahead bravely!"

The Archangel stretched out his hand.

Zooming in on the map of the Antas galaxy, the slender finger landed on a planet at the outermost edge.

This is a dead planet called Atum, which is extremely far from the star, and the light on it is weak and cold.

But the geological activity of this planet is extremely active, and the entire planet is wrapped in a blazing flame, and the environment is extremely harsh.

"Atum,"

the angel spoke, her words full of unquestionable determination: "We will regain the initiative of the war here, and then defeat these abominable aliens, and reap one victory after another."

——

My name is Alva.

Belong to the Imperial Army, 119th Army, 83rd Regiment, 7th Company.

The Imperial Army was established in the early days of the Great Crusade to make up for the lack of manpower in the Astartes.

We are used for tasks such as guarding the world, organizing sieges and large-scale invasions. I am lucky and was ordered to be stationed on Atum, and it has been more than ten years.

Atum is a dead planet.

It is far away from the star, but for some reason its geological activity is extremely active.

I stood on the observation deck at the top of the tower and saw a series of erupting volcanoes and a sky full of sulfur covering the surface of the earth. There were poisonous corrosive gases and volcanic ash everywhere, and the howling hurricane was raging in the ruins.

The environment here is extremely harsh, no doubt about it.

But as long as you can figure out the rules of those volcanoes, you can live on this planet.

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At the beginning, this matter was very difficult for me.

But fortunately, although my company commander Daniel is irritable and weird, he has rich experience living on Atum.

Therefore, the same batch of people have been replaced one after another, but I still live well on this planet.

Atum has no four seasons.

The climate can be roughly divided into hot season and cool season.

After the arrival of the hot season, the frequency of volcanic activity will increase, and the scale of the eruption will become larger.

But I am very much looking forward to it, because the magma gushing from the bottom sometimes brings up volcanic worms living in the soil.

This is a local specialty that is the size of an adult's arm and has sharp teeth.

Although it looks hideous and ugly, it tastes very delicious.

Company commander Daniel said that the protein of volcanic worms is thirty times that of ant beef.

Although I don't think Daniel can survive after tasting ant beef, the deliciousness of volcano worms is indeed worth looking forward to.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

I was ready to check my cooking tools after completing today's duty.

But at this moment, the dull sound of the engine interrupted my reverie.

I subconsciously tightened my laser gun in my hand, looked up and saw a huge blood-red storm bird spinning down from the sky, and neatly arranged burly giants walked out of the cabin.

That magnificent figure, glorious and glorious posture.

There is no mistake!

They must be the angels of the Emperor.

My heart beat violently, and my face flushed with excitement.

But my good luck is not just that. At the end of the team, a perfect and shining figure appeared on the landing gear.

The ice-white wings, gorgeous golden hair, and a more magnificent figure than the Space Marines announced the other party's identity.

——Gene Primarch, the descendant of the Emperor.

Even though we were nearly a thousand meters apart, my eyes and heart still couldn't bear the terrifying glory.

The incomparable excitement could not be expressed in words.

I just felt like I had wings growing on my back, and I couldn't wait to share this joyful news with my company commander.

However, when Daniel walked out of the room and saw the scene in front of him.

My company commander was not as excited as I expected, and his performance was completely beyond my expectations.

Daniel, a veteran who had lived on the death planet for decades.

At this moment, he was frightened and collapsed on the ground, his face pale and incoherent. When I approached and wanted to help him stand up from the ground, I heard his desperate and painful murmur:

"It's over, we are going to be finished, even the world itself is going to be finished!"