Chapter 409 Gathering
"In their fanatical irreverence, they are keen to expose their crimes." - "The Book of Lorgar"
A hoop drone hurriedly The Spirit of Vengeance moved along the corridor. Even without the anti-gravity module installed, it was almost as fast and smooth as floating. It passed through the blockade doors and quickly arrived at the briefing room of the Spirit of Vengeance.
This place has become the latest strategic information summary center. The Primarchs gave up letting the senior commanders and military advisors among the Space Marines screen the intelligence, but instead sent all the information through loyal mortal clerks. Preliminary screening and translation of intelligence documents, directly read in person, in order to obtain more comprehensive original information, so as to better understand the clues in the ongoing war.
Perturabo had already upgraded the basic holographic projection equipment, even though he secretly began to feel that this should actually be Ferrus Manus's area of expertise.
The efficient projection equipment unfolds thousands of documents one by one on different levels of surrounding surfaces, avoiding overlapping text in terms of perspective, and scrolling at a speed that the Primarch can capture and understand, and is displayed on any Primarch or The Space Marine officers present paused and zoomed in for further discussion when needed.
When the Iron Ring Soldiers entered the briefing room, the picture captured and recognized by the camera module was such a complex picture of everything moving in tense motion:
Floating Documents flew across the sky like a blizzard, and bright and dense beams of light intertwined into a complex silk network. Each end of the silk thread involved the lives of several regiments, hundreds of Space Marines, and even more mortal auxiliaries - almost one-fifth of them. The power of an imperial expeditionary force is tied to Ran Dan, and at this moment, one end of this giant web involving countless lives is out of balance, and is slumping down from a metaphysical level.
"Is there any result?" asked a Luna Wolf, and the Iron Ring Marines identified the other party's identity: Cyjanus, a Space Marine highly regarded by Horus Luperkar, and The closeness of interactions between most of the other Space Marines present received high ratings after being quantified through numerical evaluation.
According to the pre-set orders, Iron Ring allocated a part of the monitoring channel to that corner. It quickly identified what Sejanus and another Luna Wolf were discussing, which was a discussion about the progress of several battles within the Luna Wolf Legion.
After filtering by internal logic, the Iron Ring classifies the surrounding whispered discussions into different audio tracks one by one, and continues to perform its assigned tasks.
"There you are," Lorgar Aurelion saw it first, and the Goldskin Primarch immediately turned around and stretched out his hand toward the iron ring. In order to maintain the convenience of movement, he changed the robe he usually wore into a long coat with sleeves close to his arms.
The Iron Ring moves its mechanical arm within a limited range. When it was created, it was not just for fighting - the region that had the greatest impact on its birth may be Macragge. Under this premise, it is not difficult to guess which trend the functions of the Iron Ring Robot will show.
A dataslate was handed over to the swift Primarch. Aurelion took the data pad and together with Horus beside him, projected the message Perturabo wanted to convey.
"Terra time, on the evening of the 29th, the Silver Angel reappeared in the sky of Galaxy 38. At the same time, the Rangers and Raiders of this family began to fire at the Imperial fleet for one hour and three seconds. Ten minutes later, we will retreat immediately to avoid further losses..."
The iron ring turned the camera near the shoulder blade mechanical bone and pointed it at the serious face of Horus Luperkar.
After the Lord of the Dark Angels Legion led the Flame Wings and the Silver Angels into close combat and disappeared in that group of base-like planetary systems, the remaining three fleets have all fallen into further trouble. of tension, and the most worried of them all, had no choice but Horus Luperkar.
The commander of the war, the returning Moon Wolf... The Emperor's trust rested on his shoulders, and his own emotions and desires resisted the possibility of accepting the second The Primarch may not be the only one who will encounter misfortune on Randan.
After a long night of contemplation, the Lord of the Lunar Wolf regained his initial eagerness after entering the inside of Randan Sentry. Teams were transported by airdrop pods to what was confirmed to be a large-scale flesh and blood structure. On the surface of the planet, looking for the footprints left by the lion.
And Lorgar Aurelion, his lips sometimes moved gently when he didn't need to speak, silently interceding for the lion.
Now, they are all sure that Leon El'Jonson must know the Silver Angel better than any one of them. And this group's current counterattack can also be deduced when compared across the entire time span. It was most likely a collaborator of the Dark Angels - a secret that was destined never to be revealed once it was discovered.
But the two sides have entered a destined antagonism, and pursuing the earlier issues has become meaningless, not to mention that Horus Luperkar himself does not object to Leon's decision to use aliens.
All past conflicts are eliminated in the concern for blood brothers, even if the impact it once brought will exist forever.
No matter what, they are looking forward to the return of Leon El'Jonson.
The Iron Ring soldier automatically walked to the wall of the briefing room that would not block anyone, and sent everything that happened here to Perturabo of the Cheorwon through different cameras and audio.
The Lord of Iron returned to his desk again, sitting down and staying up for days.
With multiple legions and multiple enemies, this battle was more energy-consuming than the Battle of Satrada Abyss a few years ago. Perturabo was immersed in the torrent of command and dominated. The four fleets defended their rear lines against all attacks, ensuring that the Imperial soldiers deep in Randan had the opportunity to concentrate on the most urgent task at hand, namely the recovery of Leon El'Jonson.
This forced him to transfer the battle command of the Silver Angels to Horus and Lorgar, and left more other work to his war blacksmiths - if there was insufficient manpower, then let Hoop to do it.
"Team 55 was attacked," said a Dark Angel next to Sejanus. The latter was wearing full armor and had his back to the iron ring, interfering with the automatic recognition system of the iron ring. . "Unable to contact at the moment."
"...Prepare to compile the death list," the Luna Wolf whispered, as if as long as they did not raise their voices, they would not alert anyone, or anything that symbolized misfortune. possibility.
"On the 28th, Ran Dan Angel, numbered 596, launched two fierce attacks on the eastern flank, but failed to break through our defense line..."
"On the same day, the No. 27 Provisional Combined Force, including War Blacksmith Nador and the third battalion, the Word Bearers Bone Holy Seat Chapter, and the Luna Wolves Teams 77 to 79 annihilated the last remnant of the Randan Angels numbered 462, but at the same time they also suffered a violent attack. In the attack, the Holy See of Bones lost more than a quarter..."
"After the 33rd Dalian Company repelled fifteen attacks on the space defense front on the 27th, the front was at IW-554. The block was breached, and the range of the two planets was lost one after another. The Randan aliens immediately went to the ground to breed and replenish their troops, and requested extermination weapons..."
The meditator module built into the iron ring automatically started to perform simple tasks. The calculations and counting, statistics of personnel losses are being updated in real time in this hall.
The two Primarchs began to discuss some tactical details. Perhaps a certain piece of information scrolling across the screen gave them a new association. The specific content cannot be deduced by the cogitator array of the Iron Ring Machine, and no machine, no matter how sophisticated, can match the brain of the Primarch.
"Perturabo," Lorgar Aurelion called the name of the hoop's owner, and the hoop drove the steel structure toward the primarch. "Contact him for us, please?"
The iron ring connected the line, and the request was approved immediately. The robot's eyes lit up with the same green light as the Cheorwon's energy supply core—— The latest renovation symbolizes that Perturabo is listening.
“Here, in the area occupied by the Silver Angels, the advance team has opened a gap large enough to allow more Space Marine groups to enter: the regional clearing of flesh structures has been completed, and temporary camps have been laid. The foundation of our strength. Now is the best time for a rescue attack." Luojia said, pulling a star map on the holographic screen in front of the iron ring, pointing upwards, as if holding up one of the planets, "Find it. Before him, no more damaging weapons were allowed to be used."
Horus continued: "We should send more troops to destroy our fortress on the Silver Angel. In front of the fortress, quickly switch to the attack on the mountains with the highest concentration of biomass on the planet’s surface.”
The sound-producing organ of the hoop begins to operate, and the incoming neural signals are decoded into digital signals, which are then emitted through synthesized mechanical sounds.
"I agree," Perturabo said, "Let the Eighth Battalion join the battle. When will the regional general offensive be launched?"
The mechanical calmness covered all his emotions, But if he himself were to come here today, the two primarchs would be surprised to find that the genetic primarch of the Iron Warriors, as he is called at this moment, has maintained an astonishing, mechanical calmness in the terrible reason.
"In three days." Horus replied, "Assemble at the space station."
"I agree." Perturabo said again, and the communication was interrupted.
Horus and Lorgar looked at each other. After getting Perturabo's approval, such a decision that was approved by the three people almost became the best choice that the Imperial Fleet could confirm.
The Shepherd God sighed, walked to his seat, picked up the data pen, and began to plan the next battle plan.
Countless data and documents were swirling around in the time it took him to write. Messages in different colors were falling down the vertical direction of the holographic screen. The red and black marks were like embers flowing side by side. Blood continued to flow in the constant whispers and exchanges of the Space Marines.
After some time, the report sent to Perturabo's desktop was completed.
"Take it, iron ring," the Wolf Goddess pressed his temples and murmured a word in Cosonia. This time, judging from the tone, it was not a declaration of war as he had emphasized before, but almost a tired prayer. "Bring it to Perturabo."
Reaching Luperkar's side was not easy given the size of the Iron Ring Marine. Aurelion took the work of the Wolf God and handed it over to the iron ring.
“The faithful will be saved,” said the True Worder solemnly, his voice as light as a hymn, and every syllable seemed to be lubricated with oil, frankincense, and blood, “He gives us the hosts, He gives us A willing spirit sustains us, and our hearts will rejoice in Him, because we have always relied on His holy name.”
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Jack is not a person who dwells on the past, let alone a continuous one. High-intensity combat is enough to make people forget most of the emotions that have nothing to do with the war itself.
Shortly after he returned to the Luna Wolves to conduct group operations, he was promoted to a small position - because his squad leader died in a battle and was shot in the upper body by an alien light spear. It flew away and scattered everywhere.
In the following years, the people who started to lose their lives became his team members, not too frequently, but combined, half of the team had a blood change.
Therefore, Jack decided to cherish his current vice-captain, Gregory. The first reason is that Gregory is an excellent warrior, and the second reason is that this is the best he can find recently. Chat object.
"Leon," Jack muttered, before the transport plane took off from orbit, turning the Dark Angels' primarch lost in the war over and over again, "Leon, Leon ·Al Jonson..."
"Why do you shout so affectionately?" Gregory asked, "He is not your father."
"That is also our uncle." Jack shrugged, "I wonder why him."
"It's simple, because only the First Primarch is on the front line," another Luna Wolf replied, "those silver things can't rush into the back and snatch our father away from behind the dining hall table."< br>
"No, I'm wondering...why he is on the front line." Jack said, "Or, why he rushes to fight with one-twelfth of an angel wing...Okay, I I can't explain it. I'm just curious."
"You really pay attention to him," Gregory said, studying the scratched paint on his bolter.
"I've seen him," Jack answered.
“Oh?” Several months ago, the wolves shouted in surprise, turning their helmets around one by one.
"Tell me more carefully, Jack." Gregory became interested and reached out to touch Jack's arm. "Why have you never mentioned it? Maybe you saw him thousands of meters away, so you have nothing to say. ?”
“Oh, I talked to him.” Jack slapped Gregory’s hand back, “But I don’t want to talk about that incident.”
"He is as severe as the rumors say, so much so that he scared our captain?" Gregory asked probingly, trying to feel the battle brother's mood through the helmet, "Okay, then we won't ask It’s so sad for you, dear Jack.”
“It’s okay. Lord Leon El’Jonson is actually quite good. He is just strict with aliens, so that’s okay... He’s a heretic. The traitors will be burned in the fire." Jack laughed and deliberately made an exaggerated cross on his chest.
“Alas, it’s the Word Bearers thing again—” Gregory said with a smile, and the cabin door suddenly opened with a sound of air flow. He changed the subject, “Is our partner here? ”
Between the open doors, an iconic shoulder plate inlaid with a steel skull and decorated with yellow and black stripes was revealed in the light. Without any words, the identity of this legion was already clear.
(End of this chapter)