Chapter 64 Communication Time
"Do I need to contact the Emperor's fleet?" Hako said, "Our firepower is not sufficient. The Eighth Expeditionary Fleet and our various battle groups are on standby near Terra. , if we continue to move forward, this battle will break out without us being prepared."
"Our current heavy artillery and armor are not enough to deal with this group of human traitors" Nador Connor frowned. Lock, "The equipment sent by Mars is still being tested. Except for expeditionary power armor with more armor than people, we have nothing. After all, we are just a delegation of officers."
"If a war starts, this will be An unexpected battle. "Defess said, "We were so obsessed with showing ourselves in front of the original body that we actually ignored the armament configuration of the fleet itself. A set of bow torpedo launch tubes, two sets of side weapon arrays and a What can we do with two turrets?”
“Maybe those traitors are not powerful.” Haco shook his head, “Maybe they will be our first gift to the original body.”
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"Or the first shame." Defes frowned.
From the Oro Highlands of Seiko Ameka, to the Zedik Islands and polar research stations, to the extremely glorious Battle of Venus after the last batch of Terran eradication operations, countless honors Give him twice as many scars, and scars bring caution.
“You don’t know whether the opponent is holding a spear or a defensive laser system, and you don’t know what ancient technology trap you will fall into if you continue to move forward. You must let our flag of honor stand before the original body. Fall in front of us and let our brothers die in front of the Primarch and the Emperor?"
"This is why they began to judge us for not being enterprising," Hako said coldly. The battle for the Legion began earlier than most legions, we spent more blood and bullets than any legion, and now I have heard many times from other legions comments about a staid legion who thinks too highly of himself with their heraldic banners. . ”
“Or we can escape, dive back into the super-light voyage, and record their whereabouts.”
"Do you want the Primarch to think that all his officers are deserters?"
"Stop bickering, brothers." Nardole said, leaving the console, "because the ship's communication has been sent. Wait for the original Let’s make our own choice.”
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“…The genetic seeds of the Fourth Legion are extremely stable, and the numerous results have allowed the Emperor to prioritize more new weapons from Mars. Deliver it to them."
Horus raised an eyebrow. This little gesture made him appear more lively than he appeared. "There is something better not to be told to our future third brother, his. Some of the troops were even deployed to the Fourth Army because the contrast in the stability of your gene seeds is too stark.”
+Horus. +
Horus stood up straight reflexively, "Father." He replied.
+Take Perturabo to the command room, we receive an urgent communication request. +
"Yes!" Horus replied, and within two sentences, he had already thought of the problem, "Perturabo, let's go to the command room. Your army is encountering difficulties. "
"A temporary battle?" Perturabo followed Horus forward quickly. If it is for non-combat reasons, there is no need to go to the command room.
"Perhaps," Horus said seriously.
The hatch of the command room opened automatically the moment the two stepped on the floor in front of the door. In the center of the circular room, countless holographic projections were constantly being refreshed. Each projection was far more complicated than ordinary people could imagine. Considering that this is the emperor's flagship, many of the contents in the projection are not only complicated, but also can be said to be absolutely secret to the empire except for a few people.
Horus strode to the center of the room with familiar steps, crossed out a large number of regular reports and movements from other fleets, and maximized the communication interface sent by the Fourth Legion.
Horus gave him a gesture of encouragement. He gave up his position, and Perturabo immediately took over. Through a few simple operations of Horus, he understood the operation method of this projection and connected the communication request.
The images of three soldiers appeared in front of him.
At this moment, he automatically analyzed the different body structures of these soldiers from ordinary people, the function of the armor made of many stacked ceramic armor rings, and the current relationship between the three of them. At the same time, he also learned that although this communication was urgent, no one was in danger. He accurately selected the officer with the Winged Bolt emblem of honor on his middle shoulder plate: "I am Perturabo, your Primarch. Report to me."
< br>"Yes, sir." The officer's excitement after seeing the original body could be heard through the helmet, and the tremor in his tone buzzed through the helmet's breathing grid.
"After we left the subspace voyage, we captured a group of abnormal images." A video was sent to Perturabo. "After preliminary judgment, this group was leaving the Olympia and Melantara star clusters. The large ship clusters within the range conform to the regular characteristics of human ships and should be the remains of the ancient human race."
"We cannot confirm whether further approach will trigger a war, and the firepower we bring here cannot ensure the annihilation of the enemy. Fang, after discussion, we have decided to return the command to you, please make your choice.”
The officer on his left sent a set of documents: "This is the current list of armed forces of the fleet represented by the officers of the Fourth Legion. Sir, we will never avoid war."
"I'm sorry, Sir. We can't Bringing you a more glorious first meeting." The voice of the officer on the right was quite dull, and the apology made it difficult for him to speak.
Perturabo's expression did not change at all.
He really never thought that the first meeting with his legion would be like this. And the unwarranted admiration and guilt and apology of several big gun-metal-colored iron shells towards him did not arouse any special emotions.
He only knew that a military mission was now being presented to him, and he was once again responsible for making choices for the soldiers who trusted him - as for the heirs, he did not want to call them that for the time being.
Perturabo could guarantee that his face looked younger than any warrior in the entire legion.
He sped through the video, his eyebrows lowered, and disgust appeared on his face.
"They are fleeing Olympia." He concluded immediately, "Heretics who bully the weak and fear the strong. I originally wanted to deal with them when I built Olympia on my own and brought it into space civilization, but now they have foolishly abandoned the place they have occupied for many years. "Horus," Perturabo turned to the man in wolfskin, "can I temporarily mobilize part of the Emperor's fleet?" "
"These scum are the remnants of ancient humans living in this area. I know little about them, but after several years of research, I can confirm that they rely on dark ancient technology to distort their own existence. Form, regularly ingest or transform young human genetic material and continue life. Locally they are called Black Judges and I prefer to call their state "Alien"
As Perturabo spoke, countless conclusions he drew from historical data and massive calculations flashed through his mind, as well as Morse's approval of his speculations at that time. He once again confirmed his conclusion to himself.
“Under the condition that they actively break away from the many satellites that have built a defense system, I think that relying solely on the strength of the Fourth Army distributed here will not be able to defeat their fleeing tentacles. But with the addition of the Emperor in this row With the fleet of Bu, everything becomes more than enough."
Horus looked deeply at his newly acquainted brother, and suddenly realized another side of Perturabo. Previously, he had a pleasant conversation with an artist in the golden corridor, but now, in the cold-colored command room, he saw a leader.
"A very bold request, my brother," he said. "It would be impossible to mobilize the Emperor's fleet, and no one could match the pride of the Ten Thousand Lords. But in these special circumstances, cooperation may be able to Allowed. I'll ask my father and wear the armor."
"War armor?"
"Do you want me to watch my brother in simple light armor go to the battlefield while I hide in the back?" Horus laughed.
(End of this chapter)