Chapter 393 New preparations for combat
"Uh..." Luna Wolf looked around, "Brothers Dark Angels, Brothers Word Bearers, Brothers Iron Warriors, Brothers Iron Warriors, if we go When I said goodbye for the first time, I didn't say 'goodbye' but turned around and left coolly. Wouldn't I be reduced to the situation where I have to form a team with you again? "
"You still will, Jack, "Dark Angel said, "Because that's exactly what I did."
"What a hell - see the throne, you can actually talk, Gerry...Gerry..." Jack of the Shadow Moon Wolf pretended. Tsukuru couldn't remember the Dark Angel's name.
"Gerry-Grice Sean Georgiev Pat O'Sullivan," the Deathwing warrior's helmet was held on his lap, showing an unsmiling face, "You can Keep calling me Gerry.”
Hashem the Word Bearer showed a kind smile, "I am very happy to cooperate with you again, my friends. I hope that I did not cause you any trouble during the battle a year ago."
"Of course No." Iron Warrior said.
"Thank you, Hammer." The Word Bearer nodded slightly, "And Kroger. Thank you for your tolerance."
"It seems that our pleasantries are over." Kroger said, tapping his leg armor, "Does anyone remember that we have a mission now?"
"Thank you, Kroger, I must not have remembered it if you didn't tell me, "Moon Wolf Jack said sarcastically, obeying the fixation of the magnetic buckle and sitting there obediently. "A brand new gang-hopping operation, used to enter the interior of Ran Dan's spaceship - and we may be one of the first people, excluding the second legion, to go inside Ran Dan's empire to jump gangs."
"Thanks to the success of our cooperation last year." Dark Angel Gerry said.
"Hard work pays off, and everyone in Corsonia knows this rule."
Jack shrugged and continued, "If we don't have to face more There are many... you know, those armors being used, I am actually happy to be the first to join the gang. Lord Horus said that if he had to lose the glory of close combat, he would rather not be a leader. I think he is right - —"
The two Iron Warriors looked dangerously at the Luna Wolf.
"They don't silence others, Jack," Gerry said, "but the Iron Warriors are now your interim bosses, and your boss's boss is sitting in the strategic command room. ”
"Why are you talking so much today, Gerry-Grace Shawnee Georgsky..."
The iron straps hanging from the shoulders of the Deathwing warriors made a threatening collision sound.
"...Pat O'Sullivan," Jack called the last part of his name correctly.
“Because I realize that we have the possibility of cooperating many times in the future, I have been silent, and it won’t be you who can’t stand it in the end.” Gerry said majestically, “But you are just like another person. Just as annoying as a pack of wolves."
"Oh my God, how am I like those stinky wild wolves who drank ten barrels of wine in one meal?"
"What's the difference between you?"
"Well, their genetic father was raised outside, and our Lord Horus was raised in Terra..."
" We are blood brothers, friends, don't slander each other and fight with each other, this is not good..."
Krog looked at the extravehicular battle images displayed on the holographic screen, which were filtered from the briefing room Sent here.
Since finding a safe route through the cosmic storm at the entrance of the corridor more than a year ago, the two sides have been fighting in the corridor for a long time.
The number of troops that can be put into this long and narrow corridor is obviously limited, the supply line is lengthened, the maneuverability of the battleship is greatly restricted, and it is difficult to implement dispersed and multi-directional tactical options. The Iron Warriors in the rear must avoid hitting the Dark Angels who are leading the way. Cross-ship signal transmission, regardless of psychic means or physical methods, is severely disrupted by chaotic gravity and electromagnetic fluctuations. And it is very obvious that what is waiting on the other side of the passage is no longer the transformed people controlled by the alien empire, but the real Randan Empire itself.
At this moment, a large number of formidable imperial heavy ships are deployed in the universe, confronting the very unique ships of the aliens on the opposite side.
The ships that Ran Dan now displays in front of the empire seem to be special forms created by designers who are proficient in bionics. Some ships have armor arranged in the front, forming an umbrella-like arc, and floating in the rear. It is difficult to see the specific function of the multi-jointed tentacle-like ship structure other than being blown apart by the Iron Warriors.
Some ships seem to have grown metal wings, making the entire hull look like an unbalanced insect of the suborder Pteroptera, relying on powerful power to maintain normal suspension and operation, and using some kind of technology to weave a protective shield. The shield is placed outside to avoid becoming a huge target.
There are some other bionic forms that can be distinguished from these fleets, but the main ones are still the two mentioned above.
Some dark pink strip-shaped decomposition weapons and hard-shelled cannonballs with self-tracking capabilities came from the opposite side, and the light spears responded, cutting many claw-like arcs in the universe, in half A large number of dangerous ripples oscillated on the transparent shield surface, and the flames of the thrusters and the interactive artillery fire burned in the void.
Just looking at those shadows, Kroger could almost smell the chemical smell of promethium and the smell of burning.
It was still a long time before they could engage in gang-hopping, and he gave up on stopping the noisy chatter of the team members.
Then he decided to join in.
"No one would be curious about your conflict with the Space Wolves, Gerry," Krog said. "We have heard nothing about your interactions."
"The reborn Dark Angels are We have no interaction with them," the Dark Angels replied. "We do not belittle the Space Wolves. At the same time, I don't know what happened. I am a Terran."
"Just like your commander. Guin?" Iron Warrior Hammer said.
"Yes." Gerry was silent for a while and revealed his secret voice: "Actually, I am also curious about the reason."
"I don't know, anyway, what happened on your entire home planet and on your home planet "Everything that happened was very mysterious," Jack said, "The first time I saw your Angel Castle mistress Megan, I was so scared that the Astartes finally had human daughters to join them."
"Quasi-Astartes reformation," Grie replied, "many of Caliban's followers still accompany the Lion."
"The kindness of the Lord of the First Legion is commendable ," the Word Bearer said, almost gently, and faced the other's ghost-throne look. "Lead his redeemed people with love and bring them to the sanctuary..."
"Get ready to fight." Kroger interrupted the Word Bearer, "Remember your rules of war. Don't take them off. Helm, do not take away the deceptive things, do not be curious about the aliens, no matter what form they appear this time, learn the silent chant of Hashem's Imperial Truth and leave it behind."
"Also, don't eat anything." Luna Wolf said, "This is what our father asked us to tell 'those angels'."
The Deathwing warrior slammed his The helmet was snapped back onto his head, and the lock quickly clicked shut.
"I'm not hungry," he said lowly, "Leave those words to the Ninth Legion."
"You're not hungry, you're just darker," the Luna Wolf replied, and Pettu Rabbo's orders to prepare were already echoing through their communications channels.
(End of this chapter)