Chapter 65 Battle Time

Morse opened his eyes.

The golden runes faded from the surface of the skin, black robe and cloth belt and returned to the body. His range of perception was retracted from the farthest reaches of the Melantara star cluster, along with the massive amount of enemy information he acquired.

"There is no movement of the curtain," he said cheerfully. "I've had enough of the darkness in those shadows."

If the spell he had just laid across Olympia was so quickly resolved by Chaos, he might really consider retiring altogether.

"Are you happy?" the Emperor asked.

"I have no interest in expelling the Unborn. If they cause trouble again, the only ones here who can perfectly deal with all potential crises may be Malcador, you and me." Morse put his hand on a pile of white paper that appeared out of thin air. Above, multiple lines of information gradually appeared on the paper, "And it seems that there is only one person among them who can run around in the subspace at any time. Now my potential workload has obviously been reduced."

"Such a reason doesn't seem to make you so happy."

"You started chatting with me after we agreed on the mission?" Morse shrugged and grabbed the white paper on the table, "Well, what I'm really happy about is that Perturabo wants to second you. The Imperial Guard."

The Emperor frowned slightly incomprehensibly, and Morse had no intention of answering. This had nothing to do with being unforgiving, but because answering the details of these interpersonal relationships with the Emperor would cause too much trouble.

He admired Perturabo's cheerful confidence in the face of the Emperor and his brother, even if Perturabo himself was not aware of it.

"I compiled a list of some of the technologies from the Strife period and earlier that I just observed on the Black Inquisitor."

He handed the blank paper to the Emperor.

"They left a very important psychic suppression environment in the original satellite orbit, and abandoned almost all static defense systems, including planetary defense laser networks, drone swarms, warp battleships, automatic sentries, etc. At the same time, they abandoned the labyrinth they had lived in for a long time. If they stick to the guard, I believe that even the complete Fourth Legion will need some serious training. "

"Their technology is not much behind yours, although the difference in moral level is quite obvious." Morse joked, "I don't believe you didn't encounter many hardships when cleaning Terra and even the entire solar system. Look at the average mass of your fleet. knew."

"But don't you really have a bad reputation, Emperor? These regional overlords are so frightened by you that they have no choice but to choose their own way."

The Emperor took the blank paper and considered the costs and rewards of taking down the Exiled Fleet. Soon, he made a decision.

+Custodes will provide long-range fire support. +The Emperor commands, +Fight for Mankind, my Legion Masters. +

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Perturabo rushed into the narrow corridor with a hammer. The soles of his heavy armor stepped on the ground made of obsidian and another glass-like reflective high-hardness stone. Every time he ran, the armor was moved from top to bottom. shock. Around him, his warriors raised their bolters and fired with precision, dodging or being hit by bionic minions carrying energy cannons.

He asked a specialized squad of heavy bolters and missile launchers to march with him, both as a demonstration of his newly discovered preference for heavy firepower and as a live observation of the armor-piercing and damaging capabilities of Imperial weapons. He gradually wrote down in his mind the effects that the weapon's numerical values ​​could have in the real environment.

The armor on his body did not fit perfectly, and was completely driven by mechanical power and muscle power. Even so, it was the only set of armor that Malcador temporarily found from nowhere.

This made Perturabo determined that he must make a complete set of precise neural connection equipment suitable for the original body in the future.

He accurately smashed the biochemical slave's power sword from the shoulder down, and swung the hammer in his hand, shattering half of the slave's body. Black blood splashed everywhere. Perturabo ignored the non-toxic and non-corrosive liquid splashing on the eyepiece, grabbed another biochemical slave and threw it to block the powerful unknown laser.

"How does it feel!" Horus shouted loudly from the front, his shouts were like thunder, and the gunshots rumbled and echoed through the corridors filled with dirt and debris, "My brother! This is yours The first battle?"

"The first close combat!" Perturabo also responded with a cheerful roar. The process of slaughtering the enemy made him highly mentally excited, and the surge of power seemed to flow from an endless source, flowing from his blood vessels to his limbs.

His brain was loudly urging him to kill more heretics as soon as possible, but Perturabo used his extremely high mental energy to distract himself from thinking about the comparison of the firepower data of the two sides, and in this way remained calm.

The last time he accidentally fell into the bloody world of brass and bones when he was in high spirits was still fresh in his memory.

"Okay, Perturabo!" Horus brutally killed these crazy biological creations, "These twisted things, even the Mechanicus' gadgets are better looking than them!"

"What is the Adeptus Mechanicus?"

"Praise be to Om Messiah!" Horus shouted as he dodged a dazzling beam of unknown energy. This beam of laser had previously penetrated the armor of a Terminator, and the body of the deceased was still floating strangely above the corridor. .

Perturabo raised his right hand, and the hand cannon on his wrist discharged ammunition forward, allowing Horus to defeat the enemy's defenses more efficiently. In the thick smoke, a large number of twisted biochemical creations first fell to the ground due to broken load-bearing limbs, and then died either being killed by explosive bombs or torn apart by power weapons.

The three officers who had spoken to him in the short-range communication before followed Perturabo closely, clearing the way for Perturabo or blocking attacks. Endless biochemical servants rushed forward, leaving scars like wild dog bites on the power armor of the Fourth Legion with vibrating single-molecule knives.

Thicker armor, Perturabo thought, and heavier firepower. If it is not a boarding battle, then there must be vehicles.

He wants more steel. More!

The fire support of the Imperial Guards was deployed in the distance of the fleet according to the Emperor's request, and the brilliant fire volleys were fired, laying a net symbolizing the Emperor in the dark universe. Heavy weapons gradually reduced the energy storage of the energy shield, and from time to time, enemy ships were broken and exploded after being penetrated by the defense, like freshly baked cookies crushed by golden light, crispy.

"We need to speed up," Perturabo told Horus, "to seize as many Dark Age weapons as possible before the Custodes crush all the enemy forces." There were so many items on the list Morse handed him that he was excited, and he imagined the use of these weapons for his army and the Callifon of Rokos.

"No problem!" Horus replied.

During the conversation, Perturabo dodged a concentrated beam of bullets and then shouted: "My warriors, go to the core of the ship!"

The Fourth Legion was more silent than the Rokos people, and more like cold iron and stone. Their war cries were short and resolute, and more like an announcement of the destruction of the enemy than an announcement of the attack.

They developed this characteristic year by year during the expedition led by the Emperor himself. And this is exactly the characteristic that Perturabo likes.

The autoloader filled the ammunition for him, and Perturabo calculated the structure of the wall, cut the wall with a heavy hammer and a picked up sword blade, and forcibly blasted the wall down with ammunition.

There was more surprise in Horus' eyes under his helmet. The first returning Primarch entered the dark room first to scout the way for his brother, followed closely by Perturabo.