Chapter 146 Dorn's Chainsword
Roger Dorn initially believed that the excessive number of ships he led against a scattered orc fleet might cause a waste of imperial resources.
However, when he discovered that a green protective film gradually appeared on the orc ship opposite, which was flying the giant big-chin skull flag. Although it looked shabby and could collapse with a single blow, it was like his own void shield. When he was still able to block the salvos of long-range weapons, he began to feel that the firepower of the ship he carried might be conservative.
In any case, Rogal Dorn has already issued the order, and has assembled the fleet and arranged the offensive front without any panic. The Primarch of the Imperial Fist seems to be born insulated from despair and anxiety. This calm and decisive power runs through the Legion, and it matches the adjective of fanaticism at the level of belief and spirit.
Twenty battleships surrounded the original body, assisting Rogal Dorn in attacking the wandering orc fleet in the star system near Invite. If necessary, they would complete gang-hopping and tear apart the aliens with their own hands with their chainswords. body.
The other ten warships dispersed their forces, traveled through subspace, and carried out strike missions against three planets that had been occupied by orcs. After confirming that there was no way to save them, the commander had the right to directly take extreme measures.
“It’s like a destiny,” Sigismund said, holding the helmet in his hands before entering the drop pod. "The end of an interstellar naval battle measured in light years is always to stick a chainsword to the enemy's throat."
"Or stick a flamethrower to the enemy's ashes." Dantioch checked and focused on the fire breath. barrel. "Or power ax, power hammer."
Since the entire army has been notified of the terrible threat of the orc spores, the flamethrower has become the standard configuration for this battle. In addition to Space Marines armed with incineration cannons, the artillery on Land Raiders and other vehicles has also been replaced from chaotic mixed weapons such as twin assault guns and Iron Curtain heavy machine guns to flaming weapons that release the wrath of promethium. .
Sigismund's gauntlet rested on the hilt of his sword, recalling the sound of the wind when the orc's machete cut an inch from the front of his throat. It was so fast that he seemed to have left a part of himself behind when he killed the enemy.
"The chainsword refers to melee combat, Dantioch," Sigismund said.
"Put on your helmets, battle brothers." Sergeant Iscus's voice came from the helmet grille. "Put on your helmet and keep it airtight."
After the properties of the orc spores were announced, the officer seemed to suddenly understand something, and his mechanically supported body fell into a long silence, which made his subordinates He wondered whether he should ask his superior if his voice-replacing machine was still functioning. Of course, Iscus quickly returned to the battle with all his heart, and the rhythm of his steel bones drew a gesture of atonement in Sigismund's eyes.
"I hope you all know your respective missions." Iscus said, "Rescue the data beacons that can still be recovered in the city, and kill every alien you see."
"I will say no more, complete your mission, warriors." Dantioch told his squad of Iron Warriors after Iscus. He is so harmonious with his squad that sometimes one forgets that he is also a commander.
They jolted in the drop pod until they landed. Dantioch found himself landing in a world that was like a half-image of Olympia. Oil-painted fields, good water conservancy hubs and familiar mountains on the horizon formed a sparkling natural scenery, and the city Wrapped deep in the farmland, towers and buildings rely on each other and are surrounded by high walls made of gray and white stones and heavy metal doors, allowing the constant sound of wind to pass through the gaps day and night.
He saw phantom-like proof that humans had once worked here. Dantioch grasped the joystick of the Land Raider's cockpit, and the Empire's killing machine rumbled to life. The flamethrower bided his time beside him, and a senseless rage arose in his heart.
"Do you have an oath, Imperial Fist?" Dantioch asked, hearing his voice become rough and fierce, like a beast lurking in the forests of Olympia.
"We will fight..." The voice of the oath echoed from the tank body, emanating from everyone's chest, reverberating in the breastplate and helmet, and filling the small cabin of the tank. , shocking the hearts and souls of warriors.
Dantioch saw scattered greenskins in his field of vision. There were no data beacons deployed outside the city, and he knew he could fire as much as he wanted. First comes the devastating Frag Storm grenade launcher and Ikarus rocket nest, followed by the flamethrower purge.
Over the roar of engines and cannons, the oaths of the Imperial Fists warriors grew to an overwhelming voice.
"We will try our best..." Dantioch heard Sigismund's calm voice from behind. He always felt that there was something wrong with Sigismund and his Primarch. Some kind of commonality. Of course, Iskus’s iconic metal voice can also be heard from behind. The magnetic lock that fixed the Astartes opened, and the armor in the cabin began to collide in preparation for battle. They are approaching the city. The gunfire from several tanks intertwined into a fire net that was enough to cover the site, turning the already bright sky into a colder golden white, and the grass-covered ground ignited with ocher-like promethium flames.
Outside the city Dantioch will give the order to attack, and he is ready.
"We will stand up..." Dantioch swore together with the warriors of the Imperial Fists, a dry bitterness welling up in his mouth.
The tracks pressed against the broken road outside the city, and he briefly wanted to know the name of this city occupied by orcs, because it was about to disappear from the universe forever. Orcs are emerging from the city gates in an endless stream, and ugly modified alien weapons are set up on the city walls, leaving disgusting patches of color in the sky.
Dantioch connected to the communication and reported to the fleet in orbit that the city was indeed no longer worth saving.
"We will defeat the enemy."
The assault door slammed open, and mixed teams of Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors rushed towards the city. Some Ork lasers and lightning-like arcs came towards them, and the Imperial Fists warriors were the first to rush forward.
Colorful light groups exploded everywhere, polluting the clouds and sky into a creation that was extremely filthy in Dantioch's eyes. The stench was accompanied by screams and roars. Some were the smell of the orcs themselves, and some were the smell of burning human bodies. Protein and blood had deteriorated in the soil, and were burned into the turbid air by promethium and the orcs' kinetic weapons.
The unknown storm rose from the orc camp and gathered into a trembling and mixed arc of light. Some warriors were briefly knocked down, and the electromagnetic waves interfered with their weapons and armor. However, this was not an obstacle to most warriors, except Yi, who was half a machine. Scouse was knocked down and unable to get up, and it was his misfortune that the out-of-control machine could not continue his fight.
The cry of attack emanated from the mouth of every Astartes, hundreds of war cries forming the common soul roar of an army, against the cheers and wails coming from the world that was doomed to destruction.
In order to complete the search mission, the formation quickly unraveled and formed into small groups of two or three, their shoulder armors almost colliding with each other. Dantioch pointed the barrel of his gun into the shooting gap the team had reserved for him. The orc's unknown anatomy turned into a sticky paste that clung to the muzzle of Dantioch's gun, and the next blast of flames would clear away the mess.
With a quick glance, Dantioch confirmed that the one who wielded the chainsword fastest on the battlefield was Sigismund. The bright yellow warrior passed by a huge cannonball made of bone fragments and scrap metal. While swinging his sword, he raised his gun and smashed the next cannonball in the air, causing the rotten bone fragments to shatter and scatter in the air.
Some orc skulls flew past his eyes, and the blood of an Astartes warrior gushed out from the gaps in the armor, indicating that the locking device was damaged or automatically released. His body was twisted and rolled. fell down.
Dantioch focused his attention on the chain sword in his hand. The iron armor surrounded him, and the iron surface was his second face and second layer of skin. He heard his own breathing inside the helmet, three lungs supplying the oxygen needed to kill. While fighting, the analysis of the city itself entered his mind, and he quickly deduced the distribution locations of data beacons and the weaknesses of the orc settlement. The information became clearer in his mind.
“This way,” Dantioch said. His team followed closely.
Sigismund chopped off another deformed heretic skull. He gained a part of his tranquility in the battle. The turbid blood rolled down from the chain sword, and the noisy sounds shrank and expanded. , broken down and then gathered together, hammering at his eardrums, overcome by his well-trained sensory system. This was one of the countless battles he had fought, and he cut off the opponent's knife the moment before another orc weapon hit him.
Amidst the roar of gunfire, Sigismund saw a white light rising from a corner of the city. The first beacon has been recovered.
They will not stay on this earth for long.
(End of this chapter)