Chapter 212 Natural Disaster Comes
Baptism of fire, strike cruisers, and destroy the nests of the Eagles. The only three battle cruisers of this splintered battle group from the Ultramarines are extremely valuable assets. Even if it is to wash away the hatred of the Red Pirates, they should not Deploy such a valuable ancient barge.
This ancient, huge cruiser made of ceramic steel and fine gold, with a total length of 4 kilometers, has the eagles of destruction in its mechanical soul. They are always soaring and will not stop until the world collapses. , can no longer land.
Such self-destructive tendencies are perverted and crazy, but they have been spread in this Adeptus Astartes. Only towards death can we towards life. A large number of tombstones, bones, prayers and scriptures form the core of this Space Marine Chapter. Thought.
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 here was even more peculiar, 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 engraved, beautiful power sword, and shouted. "Sergeant Destruction Eagle, leader of the 4th Company, you have made great contributions to the Emperor. At this moment, you will get it, the Silent Falcon, the blade of the first captain!"
The armored grid device made 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, I swear, I agree, I am destined to take the dark road as my journey, and the danger as my return home, and I will never change in this life."
"Praise the Emperor!"
The war brothers chanted 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 individual 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 and Silent Falcon."
"The supreme honor also represents death, and the holy relic is also the ticket for life to return." He said it bluntly, and it is indeed true. The Silent Falcon represents death and eternal sleep, not just the enemy. and the holder himself.
"I have nothing to fear, it's just..." 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 Destruction Eagle. They are powerful because of death and live in mourning. Living people pray and admire death. Death is honor and the end of the journey back. But at this moment, he has Thoughts that want to live until the day the Sun Lord's words come true.
When his thoughts were impure, he was ordered to assist the Astral Legion's expedition. At this moment, he is the principle of setting an example for his brothers, and he is also the heir to the way of hope.
But when he looked at his new sword, his thoughts were completely dissipated. His fate was determined, and he had to move forward on the right path instead of hesitating.
The sergeant's thoughts at this moment are both the strengths and weaknesses of the Astartes. When that strong will betrays, the Astartes' loyalty to Zhigaotian is often extremely high, and is mixed with the creed of the former chapter. and love for the Empire, making it even more difficult for those traitors to return to the Empire's embrace.
For this reason, the betrayal of the Space Marines is extremely tragic, and even the most tolerant chapter cannot bear to see their brothers become the darlings of Chaos.
The brother said. "Sir, you changed after touching that mortal. We can all feel it. Why?"
"I can't tell you, at least not now. Don't be curious. The more you know about many things, the better." The Master Chief of the Astartes retracted his thoughts, but his answer was still cold and ruthless, so much so that the person who had just obtained the blade was The joy is diluted a lot.
When the petty officer realized this, he was just about to say something to defend himself when a buzzing roar, warnings and notifications representing war, appeared in the battleship, ordering the current members of the Destruction Eagle Chapter to approach the bridge.
His defense was therefore ruined, and he could only bring his own jetpack to organize his troops and approach the assembly point in an orderly manner.
The neatly dressed Astartes were arranged in an orderly manner. The Master Chief put on a red helmet and held a sharp blade. Honor and victory moved forward with destiny and gathered here.
"Fourth Company reports." 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.
Those who gathered them were the priests of the Eagle Company of Destruction, the evangelists of the empire's faith, and the key to the continuation of their spirit of living toward death from generation to generation.
It can be said that in a unit that values tradition and belief like the Destruction Eagle, this man has the honor and status second only to the Chapter Master. His gentle and high-pitched voice is like that of a falcon. Although he wears a laurel-like helmet, You can also imagine that his face is probably delicate and handsome.
But he is definitely not a waste who is not good at martial arts. The Astartes of the empire are all the elites of the elites among mortals, the elites of the elites. They are transformed into super warriors after being instilled with the beliefs and ideas of the battle group and complicated transformation.
In this empire that extremely worships force, being called angels and demigods does not just rely on the gene seeds and modifications flowing in their bodies. Each of them is a carefully crafted killing machine, with all its beauty and evil. Born for slaughter.
The noble priest looked at his brothers and said. "For the sake of the Emperor, brothers, we have received information from the Imperial Guard Sun Lord, which is crucial and involves a blood feud in this sector."
"All the loyalists who evacuated from this star area were taken as "items" or "trophies" by the empire worlds in these three star areas in the current star field."
"The Agricultural World Weiner uses their flesh and blood as fertilizer to grow crops and enrich the land."
"The hive world uses those loyal people as food for the lower classes to meet its 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 more messy things."
The disgusting feeling in the priest's voice when speaking of such atrocities became even stronger. Even the soaring eagles of destruction and the Astartes were slightly moved.
When the compatriots of the Empire are so slaughtered and ruined, they will also have emotions in their hearts, but the Space Marines do not like to show those things. Of course, this 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. "Yes, that's right."
The Space Marines, giants wrapped in honor and war, became restless. Even the Eagles of Destruction, who were civilized with order and method, were physically uncomfortable with the disgust of heretics.
"Emperor..." the Master Chief sighed.
said the priest. "The Imperial Guard from Partoria are attacking the enemy's forces, as well as those Tau aliens who were temporarily recruited and defected to the Empire."
"But the ground troops' attack has been slow, and the enemy's defense power far exceeds expectations. The three worlds are connected to each other, and a large amount of materials have been gathered and accumulated, making it almost impossible for the Imperial Guard to capture Mi in a short time. Natilias ”
"They need the true invasion force, the blades of the Empire, and that's us, brothers, the time has come."
The call of war is like a strong hurricane that draws people into it, even demigods are inevitable. At this 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 chapter leader should be the one doing the planning here, not him. However, in this universe, people are often separated, and there is no precedent for holding multiple positions.
"Now the enemy's core firepower is entangled in the joint attack of the Imperial Guard. Led by Partoria, it is a mixture of Tau, about 3 Imperial Guard infantry regiments and artillery regiments, a total of 340,000 people, a huge formation, like the Empire's Anger spreads throughout the world ”
"The place that needs to be conquered most now is the core of the main nest. A total of 100,000 people are participating in the crazy meat grinding operation. As usual, we only need to enter the battlefield through vehicles, then spread our wings and fly over the enemy's Walls and castles, attacking the city's defenses at its core."
"Because the Imperial Guard has occupied the area, this operation will be carried out by Thunderhawk gunships. With the blessing of the Emperor, the enemy will spread their blood on the wild ground."
"And we are both the Emperor's falcon and the heretic's nightmare, like a natural disaster."
The war brothers were in high spirits. "A natural disaster is coming!"
The Master Chief only felt the smell of gunpowder smoke rushing from the ground to his nasal cavity. It was the vague existence of an actual substance called war. His thoughts were a little messy, but he still went to the armory to prepare his things.
He touched the flight pack with his fingers, and the touch brought by the electronic fiber bundles allowed him to feel the vague touch through the ceramic steel. His old comrades, the wings that were still strong even after he joined the regiment, were also his understanding when he was confused.
When the strike cruiser arrived in the expected star system, the Space Marines put on their equipment and walked into 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 a desert, but this metallic color represents its extremely terrifying Hive coverage area.
From this point of view, it can't be blamed that the Imperial Guard can't take this place. 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."
Although he said this, the war has not been finalized, and there might be some accidents. The sergeant felt thirsty for the battlefield for the first time in a long time. His expectations were 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 again. It was not until the war engine roared that the restlessness made this veteran Feeling warm and accustomed.
After the Thunderhawk gunship tore up the sky, complex mechanical hives and vast deserts appeared alternately on the ground. Although the gentleness had not yet entered the inside of the gunship, it still made people feel discomfort visible to the naked eye.
Space warriors born in the mountains, the Destruction Falcons have not forgotten the feeling of their home planet. Such a desert is not suitable for them to fight. It is just an element that is crucial to mortals. It is insignificant in the face of power armor and superhuman body and will.
For them, the Thunder Eagle's G-force can only be equivalent to a massage, which is insignificant. The things hovering in the high altitude are quickly detected by auspicious devices. The anti-aircraft guns twist the matrix and the gears rattle, but because of the superhuman-level Physically, Thunder Eagle can make many quite exaggerated evasive moves.
The enemy's counterattack is not a problem for the Space Marines, and the equipment of those angels also attracted the attention of the Partorian soldiers. Individual veterans shouted at the skull marks flying over this cruel meat grinder.
"Angel?!"
This sentence was spread from one to another, and the calls and shouts replaced the almost numb siege and meat-grinding battle. The Imperial Guard was ignited with the flame of hope, and the Emperor's Angels lived up to expectations, and the damn heretical equipment on the city wall The shot was fired by the gunboat pilot with a beautiful support, and countless large-caliber explosive bombs instantly turned the heresy into blood.
For larger equipment, use the combat cannon on the back of the gunship to handle it. The familiar sound of area clearing in the communicator awakened the Master Chief's thoughts. He put on his helmet, covered his face, and erased his identity as a human being. All personality and sensibility are just weapons of war.
He raised his head and watched the gunship open its transport compartment, jump down with the soldiers, the jetpack was ignited, and the giant fell like an angel. The team used the bolt pistol to fire the high-value heavy firepower group with ease, and each shot was accompanied by flames. All will take away a life. When those terrible angels fell to the ground, or to be precise, the towering hive walls of the Adeptus Mechanicus, a fierce war cry was shouted.
"A natural disaster is coming!"
Blood flowed from the nostrils, pupils, and ears of the cultists instantly, as if they had been hit in the front by shock bombs. Then the buzzing roar of the chain swords instantly tore dozens of defenders into pieces.
Partoria's colonel looked at the angels with mixed emotions. They had worked hard for several days and could not understand how these demigods landed in ten minutes. In just an instant, the enemy's core defense was reduced by more than half.
The Master Chief wiped the heretic's blood from the power sword and opened the door to the hive world, allowing the Imperial Guard to enter easily...(End of Chapter)