Chapter 324: The Assemblage of the Killing Team

The subspace is still occupied by strange energy clouds and broken and chaotic time and space, and the fleet in sailing state is slowly reducing the power supply to the subspace engine.

The battleships at the front of the fleet are undergoing intense personnel transfers to make final preparations for the next landing operation.

Inside the battleship where Geller's stance was fully open, there were continuous thunderous explosions and dazzling flashes of light like daylight on the teleportation array.

Nearly a hundred veterans of the war group, wearing Terminator power armor painted by each war group, appeared from the huge steel array with heavy and abnormal steps and loaded with ammunition;

After they adapted to the huge dizziness caused by the teleportation device, they organized themselves into a simple killing team according to their equipment, and then walked down the steps in silence.

There were already more burly Gray Knight Terminators waiting in line in the open space below the stage.

Needless to say, every veteran knows how dangerous it is to explore and fight without a Geller force field.

The Gray Knight Terminators, who specialize in elven abilities and faith, will protect their souls on this battlefield.

The queue's march to the front of the battleship has not stopped, and every time these five-person killing teams pass by the Gray Knights' phalanx, two powerful souls will join their queue under those silver Crusader helmets.

They will seize the time to conduct the most basic communication on the short journey to the torpedo launch deck in the front section of the battleship, and then embark on the road to the mission location.

The first batch of combat teams have been assembled and have set off on the first batch of fist assault boats.

The second batch of teams has just arrived at the assembly point. Fire Eagle Legion veteran Ozmerk, as the commander of this team of Terminator veterans, is walking at the front of the team holding a heavy jump shield. After experiencing the dizzy A few seconds later, he appeared in the transmission hall of the Angel of Punishment.

When their crimson queue approached the Gray Knights, two more burly "Silver Holy Shields" among the silent sculptures stood up and joined them.

Ozmerk raised his head and fixed his gaze on the gray knight holding the scepter in front of him:

The opponent is extremely tall, with a terrifying height of over 2.9 meters in armor. The heavy scepter is different from the halberds in the hands of most of his colleagues behind him. He is obviously a practitioner walking on the path of a priest;

The complex black and gold meeting emblem on his body proves that he is a demon hunter with outstanding military exploits, but the qualifications on his Terminator shield are too simple, implying that his life may not last more than a hundred years.

"A rare pastor among the sons of Calvin, and he should be ranked within the top 100."

Ozmek thought this in his mind, and at the same time he raised the heavy glove on his right hand and collided with the opponent's right hand equipped with a more ferocious lightning claw. (The internal division of labor of the Legion is classified, and its corresponding emblems and code words have never been leaked. However, because it is in the initial stage, the core personnel are too sparse, so even if they cannot understand the emblem of the Gray Knights, just based on its complexity, the Brothers Chapter Some useful information can also be discerned).

"In the name of the Emperor and the Titan, I welcome you to join us, brothers with the blood of St. Calvin flowing through them."

When the two gloves collided accurately driven by electromagnetic muscles, Ozmerk expressed his respect for the original body to the Gray Knight in front of him on behalf of himself and the brothers behind him.

"The Legion stands forever! In the name of the Emperor and the Titans, thank you for your aid, brothers from the Firehawk."

Gray Knight Priest Odin blinked, and after exchanging a few words with his partner behind him using psychic energy while winking and breathing, he turned his head and responded to the other party's respect in the same solemn tone.

The five-person formation kept its speed unchanged during the march, spontaneously accommodating the two Gray Knights, and transformed into a seven-person formation in a few breaths.

The changes in battle details and changes in tactical selection standards involved have been transmitted to the Terminators' single-player servos by data links in the direction of the bridge.

The veterans read these documents attentively during the silent march. After the combat databases of the two regiments were compiled and proofread one by one, the common tactical signs were compiled, and then the statistics of their respective special signs were completed and submitted to the eyes of every soldier. membrane for their temporary memory.

Buzz...buzz...buzz...

The light of the power sword's force field and the low-frequency noise of the gauntlet flickered and buzzed in the darkness of the passage;

The edges of the thick gloves and gauntlets made of ceramic steel repeatedly flexed, stretched, and clenched driven by electromagnetic muscles, reflecting the cold refraction in the lights on the battleship...

The servo of the Terminator power armor had been adjusted once before setting off, but on the way to board the torpedoes and landing craft, the veterans subconsciously activated and dispatched each component repeatedly while marching;

At the nodes of the various channels leading to the landing deck of the Angel of Punishment, technical sergeants and mechanical priests belonging to each battle group are also on standby, ready to replace any faulty parts found on the soldiers.

After 10 minutes of marching, as they turned the corner of the passage in front of them, the lights of the flight deck and the sound of the engine test of the large vehicle began to appear.

Seeing the technicians, servitors, and slaves debugging the landing craft appearing in the distance, Ozmerk still maintained a stable pace at the front of the team.

After confirming that the number composed of lights on the deck entrance matched the number assigned in the mission briefing, he conducted the penultimate round of status confirmation on all members in the team channel.

"Ammunition reporting, starting with me...

Codename Old Crow, power pack 80% in good condition, melee weapon boarding shield/power sword, standard model bolt gun MK·V, equipped with 4 bolt bullets, 3 universal, 1 Siren type;

One plasma pistol, full energy battery."

"Codename Mole, power pack 85% in good condition, melee weapon Chainsword MK·V, 4 bolt bullets, 3 universal, 1 Siren type;

Equipped with two melta grenades, second firepower supplement position."

The veterans in the team reconfirmed their code names and various valid information while advancing. It was more like repeating the team's tactical configuration for the two Grey Knights than communicating with each other.

Grey Knight priest Odin and his partner, the Sinner Washer Tacitus, naturally knew the mystery. After the last member of the team reported, the former joined the reporting sequence in a subtle tone.

"Codename Snow God, power backpack in good condition;

Melee weapons Psychic Scepter/Lightning Claw, model confidential.

Double-barreled Bolter model confidential, accessories confidential, quantity confidential..."

This information about weapon models belongs to the confidentiality of the Grey Knights. Odin also realized the ineffectiveness of this communication after he said halfway. Fortunately, the brother troops knew their confidentiality level and did not care too much about this impoliteness.

Ozmok even took advantage of the last few minutes before boarding the ship to change the subject after Odin stopped reporting to avoid him being too embarrassed:

"Emperor bless, if, I mean if there is a choice, what kind of enemy do you prefer to encounter?"

"Orcs?" The veteran codenamed Foxbat took over his words.

"Orcs are good! The difficulty of killing is simple, but the subsequent processing is very troublesome." Another veteran codenamed Sawtooth Shark agreed with Foxbat's opinion.

"What about you?" Ozmok looked at Odin and shifted the question to the Grey Knights.

"Me?"

Odin thought seriously, and then selected the battle that he felt most happy in from his memories:

"If I can choose, Nurgling is better..."

Sorry for the late update