Chapter 406 Ran Dan’s Angel
“At that time, I couldn’t help but think about where we will go after the Great Crusade.
“Nios needs us, but he will not need us forever. ; I worry about the outcome of Perturabo and the Iron Warriors, and the place these beings so similar to humans will ultimately have in the Imperium of Man.
“But today, on the 11th, you let me get the answer, and I can’t help but be surprised, because we are really willing to choose this path with our own hands.” - "Artisan’s Notes"
Leon El'Jonson sat in the center of the ivory and onyx throne. A thick cloak with dark purple and gold edges hung down along the lines of his body, wrapping the lion's black armor in a luxurious robe. Just sitting on this throne, without saying a word or taking any action, he is already a born king, and everyone under his seat seems to have surrendered.
He closed his eyes slightly, lowered his gaze, and placed one hand on the carved armrest to support his white stone face. His mind was immersed in the distant end of the world.
Two space warriors stood by, executing basic information dispatch and issuing orders in silence, with no intention of disturbing their master's thoughts, even though the sound of gunfire and war cries echoing in the hall had become as if The everlasting background sound dissolves any less noisy noise into the echoes of battle.
"The first one," Luther said, watching a Randan alien disintegrate into the depths of the universe on the holographic screen in front of them, with two pairs of wings falling to both sides in the burning flames. , the torso seemed to be involved in the eternal dark matter, shrinking inward in an instant and then disappearing.
Even though this is not the first time he has witnessed a weird giant beast - not to mention the battles in the past few years, when he was in Caliban, he has witnessed many terrifying beasts, but every time he sees it, He was still shaken by the enemies they faced now.
From the strange renegade controllers outside Randan, to the insects and marine lifeform battleships that have been seen everywhere since entering the sentinel range, and the mountains of flesh and blood and dead skeletons on the land, all of this is compared The enemies the Dark Angel faced at this time were all too small and too dim.
No, what they saw now was not ugly, but something more glorious and exquisite, a still-living ascension of those giant dead skeletons.
They are slender and majestic, with a body length of more than ten kilometers. There are slight differences in shape, but most of them can clearly distinguish the upper torso and the scaly or bony tail of the lower body. Their head shapes vary from drop-shaped to elliptical, and the number of eyes is not necessarily certain, but most of them show perfect and elegant symmetry, with peaceful expressions and no pain.
Pairs of huge wings with a wingspan twice as long as their body length are embedded on their backs. Sometimes they are wings that reflect the sunlight of stars and refract colorful brilliance. Sometimes they are hard and stretched membrane wings, or even just Snow-white bone wings covered with gelatinous transparent cortex.
From various angles, the creatures they most resemble are no longer the aliens hated by the Imperium of Man, but are similar to the carvings of ancient religions that have long been burned at the Emperor's call. And the angel in the painting... comes from above.
No one knows why in the hinterland of the aliens, their shapes are similar to the legendary shapes in the ancient history of mankind. No, maybe their master knows, Luther thought, looking back at Leon El'Jonson's sleeping figure in the mirror-smooth metal reflection.
A few hours ago, Leon El'Jonson personally entered the navigation room, used his green eyes to find a path in the supreme sky that no one knew its principles, and led them to find the traces of these angels.
The First Primarch must know more than them. Even as his closest second-in-command, Luther could not see when the Leon had the opportunity to learn more information.
"The second one." Houguyin said, pressing several control units next to the projection with his fingers, and the dark green light marked a planet surrounded by three angels, "The third and fourth. ”
These creatures are softly coiled in the orbits of some planets, or simply floating in the endless dark space.
Whether they are beautiful or not, the lethality displayed by the opponent is undeniable. Spiritual energy is combined with matter, and the sharp beams absorb cosmic dust. With every flutter of the opponent's wings, from wing to wing, It is activated in the gap, causing significant armor-piercing effects on the ship's armor.
The bone space torpedoes used for large-scale bombing have the ability to destroy the real universe, blasting damaged gaps in the scarred universe. The energy briefly bursts into a surge of annihilation, instantly creating an unstoppable and gorgeous death. Bite the ship apart and devour it.
Under the precise bombardment of macro cannons, the Dark Angel fleet methodically dismantled their limbs, breaking off the wings one after another, cutting off half of the tail and interlocking fluorescent bones, and storing them The flesh, blood and ganglia of memory are destroyed one by one.
When every alien is completely destroyed and falls into the interior of the planet or deep into space along the gravity or inertia, a long and deep roar that penetrates into the bottom of the soul crosses the barrier of vacuum and passes through some more metaphysical means. The method spreads like ripples in the cosmic space slowly but quickly, lingering in the hearts and souls of every member of the Dark Angel fleet.
No one knows what it is, but as soon as it is heard, all kinds of sadness will flood into my heart.
"Pay attention to the dark light spear," Leon said, raising his eyelids and calmly moving his gaze towards the two Space Marines. Luther immediately passed this news to the Dark Angels in battle.
A few minutes later, the extremely dark color of the annihilating psychic spear tip galloped through the shadows of the universe. Even though the Dark Angels were prepared, it still pierced the explosion-proof shield of a frigate, and then triggered a small-scale devouring effect. ——This attack is too precise, both in terms of timing and position, it is almost impeccable, and its power is also difficult to prevent.
"Hmph." The lion snorted softly and appeared behind the two space warriors at some point.
"Sir," Houguyin frowned, "we need to formulate new instructions to defend against these attacks."
"Do it." The Lion King said, "Put the instructions in It is drawn up here and should not be disclosed to the specific ships until thirty seconds before the decision to attack."
"But, my lord, this will affect the fleet's self-determination ability and reaction flexibility," Luther said. His voice remained calm, faintly refuting Leon El'Jonson's decision.
"Do it, Luther." Leon repeated, his tone low and cold.
Luthor paused for a second, "Forgive me, sir."
The deputy commander and the directly elected captain opened communication channels one by one, and the roar of the engine and the noise caused by static electricity were broadcasting In the middle of the restlessness, the whispers and roars conveying orders are intertwined with each other, just like the burning fire and the hum of power armor are intertwined with each other.
The first order the Lion King gave them was to never get close to the Randan aliens, and not to listen to the messages they tried to transmit through psychic energy or any other means. Therefore, the Dark Angels' channels were only those within the Legion. The wartime sounds that can be produced, at first glance, can almost be mistaken for a battle that only exists within the Space Marines.
Another Randan angel broke its wings in the bombardment of artillery, and its skeleton shattered into thousands of bright spots like broken stars, scattered in the universe. An arc of sad emotion spread from where it shattered, affecting Luther's emotions as well. He blinked, trying to control any unwanted emotions.
A signal suddenly came and reached Houguyin. The Deathwing captain glanced at it and was slightly surprised, "My lord, you may want to take a look at this."
Although the lion said nothing, the two warriors felt for no reason that Lai On El'Jonson seemed to already know what they decided to report.
Leon El'Jonson stared at the projected star map in front of him, took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and pressed several control units in sequence. A new image is enlarged to the full size of the screen.
At first, the enlarged picture was just an insignificant background in the war-torn void battlefield, until several snowflake-like shadows suddenly appeared in the depths of space.
After several bright psychic blue lightning flashes, a new angel fluttered out from the subspace route, like a silver fish jumping above the sea level, with metal flowing all over its body. General bright luster.
Its head is wrapped in a helmet-like bright shell, only the light pink lower jaw is exposed, and the lower body is no longer a pure fish tail, but two feet together and a single snake tail, all covered by a hard streamlined silver carapace. The package, swinging lightly in the deep air.
The next moment, after a sudden flash, a zigzag of lightning suddenly struck out. The target was not the imperial ship, but the group of Randan angels that had arrived earlier. The blue electric light jumped several times, and the moment it came into contact with another angel's bone wing, it scorched and broke the bone that was almost three miles long, breaking it into broken haze and flying dust. Then, there is the second Randan angel with the iconic silver carapace and slender legs, and the third one.
A cluster of silver angels travel freely between subspace and the real universe. The commonality between them makes them seem to come from the same bloodline, and every mysterious attack They all targeted Ran Dan Angel himself without mercy, and there was some kind of cold anger hidden deep in the determination.
"Sir, do we want to attack them at the same time?" Hou Guyin asked. Although it is not known where the hatred within this group of aliens originated, it is undoubtedly beneficial to the Dark Angels.
The Lion King narrowed his eyes, exhaled gently from his lips, and looked at the unexpected reinforcements calmly, but made no move.
"My lord?" the soldier repeated, reminding him softly. Despite his questions, Huguen didn't think the Lion King would grant any xenos mercy.
Among the four Primarchs, in the personal opinion of the Colonel Yi Zhixuan, the Son of the First Return's desire to fight stems from the grief for the death of his brother and the obedience to the Emperor's orders; the one who holds the True Word—— From their daily war cases, we can see how much the Word Bearers hate the existence of aliens; the Lord of Steel, this legion has never shown any inclination or fanaticism towards war, and Houguin cannot see through their tough appearance. Their true love, especially their Primarch who is always as strong as steel.
And their master, the genetic father of the First Legion, Leon El'Jonson - he was born for and only the Emperor's order.
The Lion King returned to reality from silence. Under the solemn background of his noble face, there seemed to be a hidden unhappiness.
"Don't attack at the same time," he said softly and hoarsely, which meant that he was suppressing the unhappiness in his heart. "Aim the muzzle at the first batch of Ran Dan Angels first."
After that, he turned around He left, strode towards his gem-encrusted throne, swung his thick palace purple cloak, and returned to his sitting position, still in a slumber. But this time, his brows were furrowed, suppressing his disgust at his decision.
Luthor gritted his teeth, nodded to each other with the Deathwing leader, and then approached the throne, restraining any syllables in his tone that could reveal emotion.
"What happened after the first batch of Ran Dan Angels were defeated by us, sir?"
The Lion King raised his eyelids and glanced at him. "Huh?"
"Are we going to continue hunting the new aliens?"
Leon frowned deeper, his chest heaved, and he exhaled hot breath from between his teeth.
"It is their civil war that requires our cooperation, not that we cannot do without their help." He said sternly, as if he was not only responding to Luther's inquiry, but also angrily scolding another at the same time. The intercession of existence. "There is no doubt that any prey in this hunt will be unforgivable."
"Yes, my lord."
Luthor bowed his head in response, while Huguein connected various communication channels in turn. , conveying Leon El'Jonson's orders to them.
"Hunt any angel in sight..."
"...until the last few silver angels who arrived later escaped back to the subspace." Morse flipped through the first legion's passage through the star He returned the battle report in his voice, and then turned his attention back to the parchment roll and quill in his hand.
Perturabo suspected that this was the same item as yesterday's data tablet, but that it had changed its form under the influence of some supernatural power, turning into a parchment that was more in line with the atmosphere of the Wandering Temple.
"Our First Legion would be truly amazing if there weren't any astropaths in the astropathic communications who were not so clear-headed as to get the numbers wrong," he concluded.
“They are too radical,” Horus said worriedly, and then smiled helplessly, “After a few years, why is it my turn to criticize Jonson’s plan for being radical? How dare he lead a fleet to go deep alone? ?”
"I'm more interested in his subspace navigation talent - or in other words, Magnus would be interested." Morse raised the corner of his mouth, "It would be better not to be another legendary master who uses compasses and sextants. "
"Excellent war attrition ratio, and unexpected number of kills"
Perturabo quickly calculated in his mind that according to the normal process of probing, reconnaissance, and bombing, The Iron Warriors were able to achieve the number of kills and captures within the time it took the First Legion, and the answer he got rarely made him slightly disappointed: the Iron Warriors could not complete such a beautiful mission alone.
It was even difficult for him to understand how the First Army had managed to carry out such a clean and efficient assault. In any calculation based on known data, he could not calculate how the Dark Angels defeated two groups of enemies with different styles at the same time.
Could there be more secret weapons hidden in the First Legion's arsenal that Perturabo cannot find? Perturabo could think of no other possibility.
The Truespeaker accepted Leon El'Jonson's exploits calmly.
"It must be my father's inspiration," Luojia recited quietly, "All our honors come from his brilliance, and all our power belongs to his might. And Ran Dan's angel, if not His pulling of fate is nothing more than a parody of His spirituality. Our brothers are blessed by Him, and we must also rejoice in Him."
He paused, "I am even more grateful. I hope to understand the 'angels' that Leon saw, how blasphemous are they?"
Logar said with a hint of curiosity, his excited words were like a cold wind blowing quietly in the Wandering Temple? .
Morse deliberately took a breath: "I always feel that the portrait of Angel Randan will appear on the bedside of all of you Word Bearers tomorrow, with one hundred and thirty cursed nails inserted into the paper. . Oh, don’t look at me like that, Aurelion, or are you going to burn them one by one?”
"Morse." Perturabo sighed.
"Okay," Morse shrugged, "All in all, I believe that there are secrets hidden in Leon Al'Jonson's offense that only he knows. You can explore for yourself, and you can find something if you want. I, I really want to go back to Terra.”
“Goodbye, Messenger of the Emperor,” Horus nodded, somewhat curious as to whether Mors would disappear into the light of the temple again.
"Farewell to you, His messenger." Luo Jia made a sign of the cross.
"I always feel that you are not in a hurry to go back and report on your work," Perturabo said suspiciously.
"You guessed it right," Morse waved his hand, rolled up the notes in his hand, and stood up silently. "The latest batch of tribute-level fruits in the agricultural world is limited in quantity. I hope I can snatch some scraps from Malcador - or that dear Miss Lillian Zeiss can cut off a plate for me. Goodbye, Yuan "
(End of this chapter)