Chapter 353 Rogal Dorn is on the road
When the Templar Sigismund walked into the command room of the Phalanx, Rogal Dorn was reading the text from the Satrada Abyss. Latest battle report. The leader of the Haskar Guard, Arkanmus, stood silently behind the Primarch.
Seeing Sigismund, Achamus nodded slightly to him, and the genetic principle slightly turned the projected image to a certain angle, so that his warriors could also see the four troops in front. The battle progresses.
“They are very fast.” Sigismund commented objectively and honestly.
"Of course." Rogal Dorn stared at the projected image, letting the cold data reflect in his eyes, constructing a lifelike and raging war zone scene in the brain of the original body.
About one hundred and fifty hours have passed since the four primarchs of the 4th, 8th, 9th, and 14th Legions held their first joint combat meeting.
The first batch of scheduled locations have all fallen into the control of each legion. The previously stalemate situation was obviously easily taken over by each legion after enough or even too many imperial support forces entered the scene. Open.
The heavy infantry of the Death Guard and the Iron Warriors serve as the main force for advancing cooperation. Without using time weapons, the entropy field will naturally dissipate after the death of the alien, so the Death Guard chose to stand against the Hrud defense line, with poison gas, heavy armor, and the fire support of the Iron Warriors from behind, as well as static static The deployment of the stagnation field directly advances forward, killing the enemy before the entropy field causes too much impact.
With Sanguinius personally leading the assault in the military formation, the Blood Angels, with a violent attitude that did not match their appearance, acted as the vanguard of the fierce battle, quickly tearing apart the front line of defense. The primarch flashed and moved, shuttled through the battle formation with his spear, and no one could stop his momentum. If Horud hadn't quickly disappeared into ashes after death, Sanguinius's spear tip would have shed a string of bright red blood.
The biggest damage an archangel suffers in battle may be small things such as the falling of some feathers and the burning of long hair.
As for the Night Ghost King's Court who was the first to arrive at the support area, their unique lurking and fighting methods made them a terrifying outpost before the large forces officially entered the battlefield. Before the real battle came, they made the Hrud people in many areas Caught in a panic.
From this star map, a large number of planets marked in red have turned to dark yellow or light green, and are accompanied by different legion emblems, indicating the garrison team and specific armed tendencies. Dozens of planets are in the hands of the empire, and only a few fronts with complicated cosmic environments and strong Hrud ship power and ground forces have shown an unstable and fierce battle situation.
Obviously, the Hrud are unable to withstand the devastating advance of the Empire - it is difficult to imagine how many pocket empires there are in the galaxy, which are capable of resisting the cooperation of the Iron Warriors and the three distinct legions.
Having said that, regardless of whether these legions can happen to make up for each other's shortcomings, as long as they do not hinder each other, this huge military force is enough to destroy most obstacles in the universe.
And Rogal Dorn knew very well that under the overall command of the Iron Lord Perturabo, it was impossible to drag each other down on the battlefield.
"What is that, father?" Sigismund asked, noticing a weapon design mixed into hundreds of military reports.
"Modified Venom Rifle." Dorn moved the encapsulated design in front of Sigismund.
“Thank you, Father.”
Due to the urgency of combat modification needs, the only difference between this firearm and ordinary bolters is that an automatic release fog is installed on the front end. A small mechanical device that resembles poisonous gas.
The pharmacists under Konrad Coze used the most brutal method to select a more suitable type from various old toxins, and then through some directed cultivation, created a drug that was effective against the Hrud people. The specialized dissolving virus greatly improves the legion's killing efficiency.
The side effect is that it also causes a certain degree of damage to ordinary Space Marines. In the words of the Blood Marquis himself, "Just believe in the genetic stability given to you by the Emperor."
"Maybe the war will be over by the time we arrive," Sigismund said.
"Perhaps there are still some key areas left." Acammus replied, "In any case, they acted very quickly."
Roger Dorn's expression remained unchanged, as if Nothing can interfere with his decision-making.
The Primarch of the Imperial Fists would not be dissatisfied even if he came in response to Perturabo's plea for help but ended up running away in vain. What is more likely is that he will directly select a new target after examining the situation in the surrounding star areas and include it under the rolling wheels of the Great Crusade.
"The advance of the battle line has slowed down," the original body said. "The Hrud are not united, and the losses in different areas are not easy to influence each other. The early data collection of the Fourth Legion, and the return of the Eighth Legion The reconnaissance has shown that although the enemy fortresses no longer pose an actual threat in the outer areas, a large number of Hrud clans are gathering in these core areas."
"That's true, sir." Acammus said solemnly.
Rogal Dorn thought quietly. The direction he was cutting into the battlefield of Satrada was the same as Perturabo, but he could also choose to enter the battle from other angles. If the Imperial Fists needed to make a decision, it was now within reach to order a turn.
In just a few minutes of thinking, the Imperial Navy fleet deployed around a planet suddenly began to retreat early. After the planet image flashed several times, it suddenly disappeared from the star map, and the matching icon showed a dynamic iron-colored skull biting it off.
"Cyclone torpedo?" Acammus was a little confused.
Roger Dorn shook his head slightly. A few minutes later, the latest text message was sent.
"Rogal Dorn, this is Perturabo. Testing communications."
Dorn connected.
"The voice is clear." Dorn replied. "This is Rogal Dorn."
He paused: "What is that?"
"The stasis field was disturbed by the entropy field and magnetic field, which eventually caused a large explosion, and space and time tore the planet apart. It has nothing to do with whether the calculation was wrong. , that set of problems cannot be solved under the existing theoretical framework," Perturabo said, his voice tired.
After the support arrived, the battle situation accelerated. For the Iron Lord who stubbornly wanted to control the overall situation of the battlefield and was indeed the commander-in-chief of the Satrada Abyss Theater, every moment Instead, the amount of new information that needs to be received increases exponentially.
The consequences were obvious, and Perturabo completely gave up all breaks.
The star map rotates quietly, further magnifying the corresponding area, showing the strange situation of the planet now.
The current situation of the planet should be a dark gray solid planet with green light. Sometimes it is deduced backwards. Under the premise of normal burning of the galaxy stars, the atmosphere and surface conditions show the phenomenon of being engulfed by the expansion of the red giant, and the cracked green debris disappears. It returns again and again, returning to a more unstable state, becoming a clump that constantly collides and coalesces, and goes back to the fine clouds of gas and dust when stars were formed. And so on, in sometimes huge, sometimes tiny time spans Within, chaos repeats itself over and over again.
"The time is wrong," said Roger Dorn. "What's its internal condition?"
"It's impossible to guess, and the time sages of the Mechanicus can't explain it," Perturabo sighed, "Although I don't know why it is like this, when it happened The parameters have been clarified. The data has been sent to you. If you want to use the stasis field, please avoid that area when traveling."
"I understand. Is your side cutting into the battlefield, or the other side of the Satrada Abyss?" Dorn asked.
"On the west side. Curze has left some planets for you, if you are interested."
Let’s do some prize-free guessing. Which famous 40k battle group is described in this gw original text:
“…More decrees are issued regularly, becoming more stringent month by month. Codes of conduct exist in diet, diet, Washing, training, and meditation—even the solemn rituals of reverent disposal of waste—no action can be performed without the support of propriety, no emotion can be enjoyed without scruple, even contempt. As pride and bliss embrace each other, shame can become a vice in itself. Recently, the Prophet has expressed dissatisfaction with the Chapter's new color. Apparently, the God-Emperor considers black to be particularly good for penitence. Too pure...Will he order us to smear our armor with feces next?"
(End of Chapter)