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 His range of perception was retracted from the farthest reaches of the Melantara star cluster, along with the massive amount of enemy information he acquired.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 veil," he said cheerfully, "I've had enough of the darkness in those shadows."
If only the curse he had just nailed across Olympia was like this After being quickly dealt with by Chaos, he should really consider retiring completely.
"Are you happy?" the Emperor asked.
"I have no interest in expelling the Unborn. If they cause trouble again, perhaps the only ones here who can perfectly deal with all potential crises are Malcador, you and me." Morse put his hand on a Above the pile of white paper that appeared out of thin air, multiple lines of information gradually appeared on the paper, "And it seems that there is only one person among them who can run to 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 task?” Morse shrugged his shoulders and put down the white paper on the table. Grabbing it, "Well, what I'm really happy about is that Perturabo wants to lend you the imperial army."
The emperor frowned slightly incomprehensibly, and Morse had no intention of answering. It had nothing to do with the emperor's lack of mercy, but it was just 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 I just observed from the Black Inquisitor during the Strife and earlier times."
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 and Automatic sentries, etc., while abandoning the maze they have lived in for a long time. If they insist on guarding the stars, I believe that even the complete Fourth Legion will need some practical training."
"Their technology is not. How much behind you, although the difference in moral level is quite obvious," Morse joked, "I don't believe you didn't encounter a lot of hardships when cleaning Terra or the entire solar system. Just look at the average quality of your fleet." br>
"But you really don't have a bad reputation, Emperor? These regional overlords are so frightened by you that they have no choice but to choose their own path."
The Emperor took the blank paper and thought about the cost and rewards of taking down the Exile Fleet. Soon, he made a decision.
+The Custodes will provide long-range fire support. +The Emperor commands, +Fight for Mankind, my Legion Masters. +
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Peturabo broke into the narrow corridor with a hammer. The soles of his heavy armored boots stepped on obsidian and another glass-like reflective high-hardness stone to form a splicing. On the ground, every run caused the armor to vibrate from top to bottom. 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 does not fit completely, and is completely driven by mechanical power and muscle power. Even so, it is 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 link 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 heavy 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 a high mood was still fresh in his memory.
"Okay, Perturabo!" Horus brutally killed these crazy biological creations, "These twisted things, even the Mechanicus' gadgets are prettier than them!"
"What is the Adeptus Mechanicus?"
"Praise the Ohm Messiah!" Horus shouted as he dodged a dazzling beam of unknown energy. This laser had previously penetrated the armor of a Terminator, and the corpse 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 defense line 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 talked to him in the short-range communication before were closely following Perturabo, opening the way for Perturabo, or blocking the attack. Endless biochemical slaves rushed forward, using vibrating monomolecular knives to leave scars like wild dog bites on the power armor of the Fourth Legion.
Thicker armor, Pertura thought, and more firepower. If it's not about boarding a ship and jumping into a gang fight, then you still need a vehicle.
He wants more steel. More!
The fire support of the Custodes was deployed in the distance of the fleet in accordance with the Emperor's request, and the volleys of brilliant fire were fired, laying a symbolic snare of the Emperor in the dark world. Heavy weapons reduce the stored energy of the energy shield layer by layer. From time to time, enemy ships are broken by the defense and explode, like freshly baked biscuits crushed by the golden light, which is extremely crunchy.
"We have to speed up." Perturabo and Horus said, "Snatch as many Dark Technology Era weapons as possible before the Imperial Army crushes all the enemy forces." Morse handed him the There was so much on the list that he was tempted, and he imagined the utility of providing it for his own army and for Callifon of Lokos.
"No problem!" Horus replied.
During the conversation, Perturabo dodged a bunch of concentrated bullets, and then shouted: "My soldiers, go to the core of the ship!"
Fourth Legion Bilokos People are more silent and more like cold iron stone. Their war cries are short and resolute, more like announcing the destruction that the enemy has suffered than announcing an attack.
Year by year they developed this characteristic during the expeditions led by the Emperor himself. And this was exactly what Perturabo loved.
The automatic loader filled the ammunition for him. Perturabo calculated the structure of the wall, used a heavy hammer and the picked sword blade to cut the wall, and used ammunition to force the wall to collapse.
The eyes under the helmet of Horus showed more surprises. The returning Primarch took the lead in entering the dark room to explore the way for his brother, followed closely by Perturabo.
(End of this chapter)