Chapter 260 Born to Death, Destruction of the Eagle
The Baptismal Fire was crowded with people, and the entire steel giant entered a state of battle. The military servitors delivered a large amount of projectiles, fuel, and supplies, for mortals and space warriors. Many supplies were used on the rickety and old and dilapidated The mechanical power arm is slowly inserted into the airdrop compartment.
Mortal servants ran around, wearing badges of honor or equipping their masters with various sacred objects, and warriors held their heads high, enjoying the almost deathly silence brought by the dark void.
The incense burner is lit, smoke is filling, the assault team and tactical team have been formed, the Hazes from Ghost Peak are ready to go, and the warriors guided here by the Emperor's grace are accepting the company commander's final instructions.
At this time, outside the Hyun Window, many space stations and dock fortresses that were suddenly bombarded by low-Earth orbital cannons were in a state of panic. This not only gave up the idea of destroying the Eagle to press forward, but also made them realize that there was something above this world.
Aliens, heresies, demonic contamination, there are so many enemies of the empire, all of them are cruel, greedy, twisted and grotesque. The most holy angel appealed to the emperor, but now the light has dissipated and he is barely surviving.
Arms and guns ready at all times and marching towards the enemy, the Septons Astartes stepped onto their iron wings, preparing to soar at a speed that no mortal could endure.
Many brothers sang the ancient war song on Ghost Peak according to the custom of the war group. It was thick and wild, both calm and bloody, said the company commander Yu Sergeant on the armory observation platform. "It seems that things are not as smooth as imagined. This will always be the case in this universe."
"We must give up maintaining battleships, but this world can still be used as a springboard for war."
"But I'm not sure. It looks like there are no warships here, only a few small civilian ships. How did they get here and how did they break through? Are they traitors or aliens?"
the Master Chief replied. "Yes, we have no way to form a force that is focused on specialized equipment, but I still know that this operation is mainly to capture the astrological array. If the sacred object is also incomplete, we will be trapped on this planet. above.”
"Of course, this is much better than being trapped in the void, but war will not wait for us. I would rather miss the opportunity or die."
The company commander suddenly discovered the report of the battleship's fortune teller and the intelligence brought by the god in his target indicator. He quickly organized his thoughts and planned tactics. "Very well. Then by death, let us begin." He approached the railing and pressed his communications grille to amplify his voice.
"Brothers!" he said, his deep voice echoing across the carrier deck. "Once again, we prepare to fight the dark forces that threaten the Empire."
His warriors cheered in response.
The other machine continued to shout, "In a few minutes, the Baptismal Fire will enter the planetary orbit of Loander Prime. Although the atmospheric conditions are very bad, based on remote auspicious scans and oracles, we speculate that the planet has been Heretic invasion! Brothers, we are facing a huge group of imperial rebels!"
The cry spread throughout the team, and the rebel army composed of mortals was not powerful, at least most of the brothers thought so, but this one in this world was deeply corrupted, full of the power of chaos, well-trained, and not lacking in any The firepower that threatens the Space Marines.
There is no doubt that this will be a difficult battle and carelessness will cost them their lives.
"We have detected large amounts of debris scattered throughout the planet's upper atmosphere," the Captain continued. "We also noticed faint subspace psychic signatures, indicating that there may be bad and powerful wizards among the enemies. Although we have gained orbital advantage, we still cannot be careless."
"Additionally, the capital's astrological fortress remains intact, and at least some Imperial ground forces are still engaged with the invaders."
"But don't make the mistake of believing that all this makes our task easier, it seems they somehow allow them to evade our premonition detection."
"The strategic intelligence is therefore incomplete and, as always, the enemy is greatly outnumbered and has taken control of the capital's orbital defense batteries."
"With this plan, you all go to control the astrological array and annihilate or delay the enemy under the command of the Master Chief. I will ride on the Thunderhawk and lead the team to carry out a combat airborne landing to seize the orbital turret. At the same time, Captain Iser will use the orbital The wreckage served as a bunker to protect the "Baptismal Fire" from any counterattack."
"Once those forts are on our side, we will lower the position of the strike cruisers to provide support bombing, and you, equipped with airdrop pods, will rush to the Star Language Fortress."
"We must act quickly before the enemy can mobilize their forces, then we will triumph in the name of the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!" the warriors roared.
In the airdrop compartment, the Master Chief is testing the weapons and making final preparations for war. The explosive magazine is clean and the trigger is normal. He is as meticulous as a machine. He has a jump backpack, a chain sword, and many complex and valuable equipment in his hands. It's more natural and comfortable than the Imperial Guard's laser gun.
After confirming the weapon, he put on the ceramic cover, stretched his body while testing the eye indicator, and determined whether the power armor cast by the Empire for him could continue to fight, so that he used all his strength to pull the metal nerve bundle until it buzzed. Humming low.
Then he turned his attention to the two battle brothers next to him who had just finished sorting the equipment. "Corporal, are you ready?"
"Killing heretics? That's something you're born with!" The giant warrior was full of energy, the barrel of the bomb seemed clean, and his machine soul was active.
"Then, for this sector, for the Emperor, soar!" After the Master Chief said, the violent tremors, servers and roar inside the airdrop cabin were enough to make a mortal temporarily deaf here.
Within a few seconds, the airdrop pod was accelerated and projected to the ground several times. It was essentially like a macro cannon. It was extremely fast and full of power. This huge force would continue to advance until the landing equipment was turned on.
The power armor is full of power, protecting those demigods from landing with a force so fierce that it can tear apart the souls of mortals. The thick atmosphere is torn apart by the cannon-like airdrop pods. From low-Earth orbit, it looks like a thick black layer has been torn apart. Cotton, countless light blue thunder and lightning are in it, and the thunderbolts are constant.
The airdrop pod began to slow down. After entering the atmosphere, the violent jets hissed and roared, and the powerful load began to tear apart the bodies of the Space Marines. Even the most powerful humans would fall into coma without powered armor.
They flew down like missiles, and even the Master Chief gritted his teeth because of such a huge burden. In the thick clouds, complex thunder explosions flashed through the thick armor of the airdrop pod, causing only minimal damage to it. .
The Master Chief asked as soon as the weight brought by the deceleration relaxed a little. "How about coordinate locking?"
The corporal next to him replied. "Stable, the battlefield has been locked. According to the many energy reactions discovered by the divination equipment and the large number of people, there are many chaotic rune symbols. We are falling towards the center of the battlefield!"
the Master Chief yelled. "That's just in time! Attention, all teams! We are moving towards the center of this world storm. No matter whether we survive or not, our actions will not disgrace the banner of the Chapter!"
When the airdrop pod broke through the cloud-covered area, he opened his visual channel link and saw the devastated city with constant smoke from the high-altitude perspective of the airdrop pod. Corpses, despair, and war were all mixed together in a swarm in front of him. .
"It appears the city is in an advanced state of deterioration," he opened the comms, opening his channel to the entire strike force. "By visual confirmation he saw that much of the city had been bombarded by Earthshaker cannons."
"Damage and prognostic readings indicate a mix of conventional munitions and evil contaminants. Evil disease levels are high throughout the city at this time. Prepare for personal protection."
"As for the situation of the Astropathic Fortress... it seems to be intact and protected at the moment, but a large number of traitors are attacking, and the mortal troops of the Imperial Guard are being beaten back!"
"The orbital turret was discovered!" the corporal next to him added. "Prediction readings confirm the presence of enemy forces at the scene."
"Then begin the final approach," the Master Chief said. "The Emperor guides our purpose."
All the soldiers shouted in the communicator. "The Emperor guides our purpose!"
In an instant, the major teams increased the thrust of the airdrop pods, accelerating to an almost suicidal dive. As he did so, light flashed between the turrets below, and the muzzle fire shone between the metal stands, illuminating them. Lighted up the side of a huge laser silo.
"They've spotted us!" said the corporal.
"But this won't save them!" the Master Chief said.
Terrifying arrays of bullets and lasers pounded around him, flak exploded in dirty clouds of smoke, and shrapnel sent sparks flying from his armor plates. Alarms blared as threat recognition runes materialized in his vision.
shouted the Master Chief. "The landing area is determined!" He and his warriors slid down the most filthy and vicious battlefield like lightning tearing through the sky. They were like the light brought by the Emperor, tearing through the thick dark clouds and falling into the quagmire of desperate moments.
The astronomical array, the chaotic bunkers or trenches, and the dead soldiers gathered together to form the strangest and saddest oil painting. The Master Chief only felt the anger overflowing from his throat and nowhere to vent it.
The enemy warriors could see what was falling from the sky. The ragged human cultists were aiming and screaming as they fired their automatic guns into the sky. But before they could do any real damage, the metal wings fell to the ground. , creating a deep and shocking hole.
The friction of the atmosphere made the airdrop pod appear slightly hot. The red color was not paint, but the high temperature that was enough to make people skin torn. The Master Chief heard a sentence.
"Orff team, cut into the enemy camp."
"Pair of Leander, cut into the enemy camp."
"Brad's team, cut into the enemy camp."
The Master Chief held onto the airdrop pod with its humming engine, and locked onto the enemy in advance based on the complex rune signals on the fortune teller. Then he leaned out, half relying on the airdrop pod as a cover.
His gauntlets held onto the metal, buzzing with smoke from its overheating, as he raised his assault bolter, ballistic musings and sighting runes positioning themselves in his sight.
He squeezed the trigger, unleashing a flashing, roaring blast that struck the cultist as he approached, unleashing a barrage of fire.
The remaining bullets flew out along a blazing trajectory. As each shot penetrated bulletproof armor and flesh, the microcomputer loaded into its warhead detected enough surrounding mass to detonate, killing the four unfortunate Chaos Cults. The oracles exploded within seconds, their god's sick blessings unable to save them.
In this way, the cultists on the ground exploded one after another, blood spilled all over the trenches, severed limbs and arms flew around, and heads exploded. Bones shatter.
In just twenty seconds, the Captain and his two battle brothers killed perhaps hundreds of cultists and took over the frontline trenches, saving perhaps thirty Imperial Guardsmen, while scattered enemy fire barely scratched the surface. took off their armor.
The angel's arrival suddenly changed the situation of the war. The enemy's follow-up troops were surprised by the abruptness of the support. The previous deadly battle with the Imperial Guard left the group of traitors exhausted, and the thoughts of retreat spread like waves among the unstable troops.
The enemy quickly retreated. In the face of explosive bombs and divine power, a small force of less than 50 people suppressed all the enemies.
Such power caused many mortal soldiers to kneel, shouting the Emperor's great power and performing the Aquila Salute. As if it was an affirmation of their faith, the Space Marines descended to save them as promised.
The Master Chief just ordered the mortal soldiers to stop the Sky Eagle Ceremony and go take out the supplies from the airdrop warehouses for storage, while he spoke to the other brothers. "It seems there is no need to wait for orbital support!"
He asked the current commander of the Imperial Guard, a man with a rank of Major. "Why is the war situation so embarrassing? Although they have good weapons, equipment and training, you are determined and have local support behind you."
The major answered with the eagle salute. "Lord Brother Astartes, Angel, I am honored to communicate with you. I am sorry for letting you see the Imperial Guard in such a mess. We, the 154th Regiment of Loander, bear a heavy responsibility."
"But this is not because of the weak combat effectiveness of the troops, but because they have a witch who can use magic to make people turn against each other, use civilians as shields, and also interfere with the thoughts of soldiers on the front line."
"And there is a group of rune demon soldiers serving in their army who are not afraid of death. They have filthy demon spells carved all over their bodies. They are not afraid of death. They have refined equipment and rich experience. During the battle, they often fire more than ten lasers on them, but the monster is still not dead. situation.”
"Heretic demon!" the Space Marine Corporal cursed fiercely, and the Master Chief scolded. "Look calmly and pay attention."
But when he wanted to continue to ask about the clearer battle situation, he heard roaring shouts mixed with the roar of engines. His sensitive facial features looked towards the place where the filth came from. They were modified heavy-duty trucks. , transporting soldiers covered in dirty patterns, heading here...
the Master Chief immediately shouted. "The enemy is attacking, they are coming!" (End of Chapter)