Chapter 212: Natural Disaster Strikes

Baptism of fire, strike cruiser, destroy the nest of the Eagles, this battle cruiser with only three members of the split from the ultramarines is an extremely valuable asset, even if it can not wash away the hatred of the red pirates, they will not Such precious Zaiko barges should be dispatched.

That ancient, huge cruiser made of ceramic steel and fine gold, with a total length of 4 kilometers. In its mechanical soul resides the eagles of destruction. They spread their wings forever and will not stop until the world collapses. , can no longer land.

Such self-destructive tendencies were perverted and crazy, but they were spread among the Adeptus Astartes. They wanted to die before they could live. A large number of tombstones, skeletons, prayers and scriptures formed the Space Marine Chapter. core idea.

Although they still adhere to the logic and rules of the Ultramarines, the tactical planning and the destiny planned by the Codex Astartes that Guilliman "incomparably recognizes".

At the core of his ship, the giant knelt on one knee and took off his helmet, revealing his weathered cheeks and several cruel metal nails. The environment there was even more strange, filled with countless dark runes. It records countless battles, big and small, but instead of recording victory, it focuses on praising death.

The battle priests raised their holy relics, a golden glyph and a beautiful power sword, and shouted. "Sergeant Destruction Eagle, the leader of the fourth company. I have made great contributions to the Emperor. At this moment, I will get it, the Silent Falcon, the sharp blade of the first captain!"

The armored grids emitted a low but gentle roar, and the war brothers sang the songs they brought from their homeland, Ghost Peak, beside the dark obsidian slabs, long, roaring, crazy and holy.

"Many heroic spirits gathered here. He swore and recognized that he was destined to take the dark road as his journey and the danger as his return home. He will never change his life."

"Praise the Emperor!"

chanted the war brothers in unison. "Praise the Emperor!"

The ceremony ended, the dignity was still there, the war brothers were whispering to each other like pigs and dogs in different and disorderly battle groups, but the comradeship was still there. When the noncommissioned officer stepped out of the hall, his teammates leaned against him.

"Sir, no offense, but I sincerely wish you the best of Silence Falcon."

"The honor that exists does not exist, but it also represents death, and the holy relics are also the ticket for life to return." He said it bluntly, and it is indeed the case. The Silent Falcon represents death and eternal sleep, not only the enemy, Very much the owner himself.

"He is fearless..." The Master Chief said that his only worry and uneasiness was what the Sun Lord once told him, the return of the original body.

Living an ignoble existence violates the genes and dogma of the Eagle of Destruction. They are strengthened by death and live by mourning. Living people can pray and admire death. Death is honor and the end of the journey back. And at this moment, he But there is a desire to live until the day when the Sun Lord's words come true.

When his thoughts were impure, he was ordered to assist the Astral Legion in an expedition. At this moment, since he did not follow the principles of his brothers to lead by example, he was also not the heir to the way of hope.

But when he looked at his new sword, his thoughts were completely dissipated. His fate was already determined, so he would seek the right path forward without hesitating.

At this moment, the sergeant's thoughts were neither about the advantages nor the shortcomings of the Astartes. When the strong will betrayed, the Astartes' loyalty to Zhigaotian was often extremely high, and it was mixed with those who had fought in the past. The regiment's creed and the hatred of being wronged by the empire made it even more difficult for those traitors to return to the embrace of the empire.

Therefore, the betrayal of the Space Marines is extremely sad, and even the most tolerant chapter cannot bear to see their brothers become the darlings of Chaos.

The brother said. "Sir, I changed after I touched that mortal. They all felt it. Why?"

"He can't tell you, at least not now. I don't want to be curious. There are many things that are unclear. The more the better." The Master Chief of the Astartes took his thoughts back, but his answer was still cold and ruthless, so much so that he had just received it. The joy of the sharp blade was much diluted.

When the petty officer realized what had happened, he was just about to say something to defend himself when a buzzing roar, representing warnings and notices of war, appeared in the battleship, ordering the Ruming members of the Destruction Eagle Chapter to approach the bridge.

His defense was thus ruined, so he could organize his troops in his own jetpack and approach the assembly point in an orderly manner.

The neatly dressed Astartes are arranged in an orderly manner. The Master Chief is wearing a red helmet and holding a sharp blade on his leg. Honor and victory move forward with destiny and gather here.

"Report from Fourth Company," the Master Chief said.

"Fifth Company reports." The second platoon's Space Marine grating machine sounded.

"The sixth company reports." The company of the third platoon reported.

And those who gather them will be the priests of the Eagle Company, the evangelists of the empire's faith, and they will also be the key to the continuation of their spirit of living towards death from generation to generation.

It can be said that in a unit that values ​​tradition and belief as much as the Eagle of Destruction, does that person have the honor and status second only to the Chapter Master? His gentle and high-pitched voice is like that of the Falcon, although he wears a laurel-like helmet. , you can also imagine whether his face may be delicate and handsome.

But he is definitely not a waste with poor martial arts. The Astartes of the Empire are not the elite of the elite among mortals, the elite of the elite. They are super warriors who have been transformed into super warriors after being instilled in the group's beliefs and ideas and complexly transformed.

In that empire that extremely worships force, being called angels and demigods does not just rely on the gene seeds and transformations flowing outside their bodies. Each of them is a carefully crafted killing machine, with all its beauty and evil. If you don't, you will be killed.

The noble priest looked at his brothers and said. "As for the Emperor, brothers, they have received information from the Imperial Guard Sun Lord, which is extremely important and involves a blood feud in that sector."

"All the loyalists who evacuated from that star area were taken away as "items" or "trophies" by the empire worlds in the three star areas in the current star area."

"The Agricultural World Wiener uses their flesh and blood as fertilizer to grow crops and enrich the land."

"The hive world uses those loyalists as food in the east layer to meet the huge material needs."

"Minatilia in the forging world is the most vicious and cruel, so they use them to meet the needs of genetic modification, casting a large number of war zombies, beasts, and many more messy things."

The disgusting feeling in the priest's voice when speaking of such atrocities became even more intense. Even if the eagles of destruction soared in the sky, the Astartes were slightly moved.

When the compatriots of the Empire are so slaughtered and ruined, they will also have emotions in their hearts. Maybe the Space Marines don't like to show those things. Of course, that is also a matter of Chapter culture...

The Master Chief asked, interrupting the Chaplain now. "Are they defiling death?"

The priest revealed the hatred behind his voice. "No, that's right."

The Space Marines, the giants wrapped in honor and war, became restless. Even the Eagles of Destruction, who were civilized with order and method, were caused by the heretical nausea and physical discomfort.

"Emperor..." the Master Chief sighed.

said the priest. "The Imperial Guards from Partoria are attacking the enemy's troops. There are many Titanium aliens who were temporarily recruited and defected to the Empire."

"However, the ground troops' attack has been slow, and the enemy's defense strength has exceeded expectations. Otherwise, the three worlds are interconnected, and a large amount of materials and strength have been gathered in the east, making it almost impossible for the Imperial Guard to attack in a short time. East Minatirias.”

"They need a real invasion force, the blade of the empire, and it's not them. Brothers, the time has come."

The call of war is like a strong hurricane that draws people into it, even demigods are inevitable. At the moment of life and death for the empire, people have to do whatever they can to survive.

The battle priest was talking about tactics. Generally speaking, the battle leader should be planning instead of him, but in that universe, people are often separated, and there is no precedent for holding multiple positions.

"Ruming's core firepower is entangled in the combined attack of the Imperial Guard. Led by Partoria, it is a mixture of Tau and about 3 Imperial Guard infantry regiments and artillery regiments. A total of 340,000 people are huge formations. Like the Empire The anger spread throughout the world."

"The place that Ru Ming needs to conquer the most is the core of the main nest, where a total of 100,000 people are participating in the crazy meat grinding operation, and they need to enter the battlefield through vehicles as usual, and then spread their wings and fly over Enemy walls and castles, attack the city's defenses in its core areas."

"Because the Imperial Guard has already occupied the area, that operation will allow the Thunderhawk gunship to take us east. With the help of the Emperor, let the enemy's blood be spread in the wild."

"And they are neither the Emperor's falcon nor the heretic's nightmare, like a natural disaster."

The war brothers were in high spirits. "A natural disaster is coming!"

The Master Chief felt the smell of gunpowder smoke rushing from the ground to his nose, and the actual substance called war was vaguely existing. His thoughts were a little messy, but he still went to the armory to prepare his things.

His leg fingers touched the flight pack, and the touch brought by the electronic fiber bundles allowed him to feel the vague feeling of his legs through the ceramic steel. His old comrades, whose wings were still hard even after he joined the regiment, did not stop him from being confused. understanding of time.

When the strike cruiser arrived in the expected star system, the Space Marines put on their equipment and walked into the outside of the Thunderhawk gunship in groups of four in an orderly manner.

At this moment, the black and brown world came into view, and the well-informed Space Marines were also surprised for a moment. Normally, the color of the forging world should be like that of a desert, but such a metallic color represents its extremely terrifying Hive coverage area.

From this point of view, it is not surprising that the Imperial Guard cannot get there. Such a terrifying castle must have a large amount of equipment to defend against the coming war.

The Chief used the communications device to broadcast his voice to the entire Fourth Company. "Don't worry, the Imperial Guard has already strategically located part of the area, and the landing will not be hindered much."

Even so, the war has not been finalized, and there may be some accidents. The sergeant feels thirsty for the first time on the battlefield. His expectations were not pure before, but now they are mixed with a lot of fear of death.

Once a person has expectations, the speed of swinging the sword may slow down. The Master Chief laughed at his own thoughts and denied his talent for humor. It was not until the war engine roared that the restlessness made that Veterans feel warm and accustomed.

After the Thunderhawk gunship tore through the sky, the ground alternated between complex mechanical hives and vast deserts. Although the gentleness did not enter the outside of the gunship, it still made people feel discomfort visible to the naked eye.

The Space Marines born in the mountains, the Destruction Falcons have not forgotten the feeling of their home planet. Such deserts are not suitable for them to fight. Even if it is an element that is extremely important to mortals, it is no longer a problem in front of power armor and superhuman bodies and wills.

The G force of the Thunder Eagle is equivalent to a massage for them, and it is painless. The things hovering in the sky are quickly detected by the auspicious instrument. The anti-aircraft gun twists the matrix and the gears clatter, but because of the superhuman physique, the Thunder Eagle can make many quite exaggerated evasive actions.

For the Space Marines, the enemy's counterattack is not a problem, and the equipment of those angels also attracted the attention of the Paltorian soldiers. At the skull mark of the cruel meat grinder flying in the air, some veterans shouted.

"Angels?!"

That sentence was passed from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Calls and shouts replaced the almost numb siege battle. The Imperial Guard was ignited with the flames of hope, and the Emperor's angels lived up to expectations. The gunboat driver's beautiful support and sweep of the damn heretic equipment on the city wall, countless large-caliber bombs instantly turned the heretics into blood.

For larger equipment, the battle guns on the back of the gunboat were used to deal with it. The familiar sound of area clearance in the communicator awakened the sergeant's thoughts. He put on his helmet and covered his face, erasing all his personality and sensibility as a human being, and lived only for war weapons.

He raised his head and watched the gunboat open its transport warehouse, jump east with the soldiers, and the flying backpack was ignited. The giant fell east like an angel. The team used the explosive leg gun to shoot at the high-value heavy firepower group with ease. The flames of each shot would take away a life. When those terrible angels fell to the ground, more precisely, the towering walls of the Mechanicus's hive, a fierce war cry was shouted.

"The scourge is coming!"

The cultists' noses, pupils, and ears immediately started bleeding, as if they were hit by a stun grenade. Then, the buzzing roar of the chainsaw swords from the east instantly tore dozens of defenders into pieces.

Partoria's students looked at the angels with mixed emotions. They had worked hard for several days, but it was not as good as the ten-minute landing of the demigods. In just a moment, the enemy's core defense power was reduced by half.

The sergeant wiped the blood of the heretics on the power sword, opened the door to the hive world, and let the Imperial Guard enter easily...