Chapter 62 N·S
Destiny Steel
Side hangar
Storm Eagle gunship is ready
The wreckage exploration team is gathering
"Stone Forger" Soltarn stood there melancholy. As the second company commander, he was told that he was selected to be the leader of this team-building activity of "the old lead the new and lead the new recruits on an autumn outing".
Yes, autumn outings. As a veteran who has fought the entire Great Expedition and witnessed how the Sixteenth Legion and the Warmaster went from holding high the battle flag to destruction, Soltarn W. Bronn feels that he can What we are going to do next is basically equivalent to leading these chirping new blood brats to land on the insignificant wreckage of the Mechanical Ark for an autumn outing.
Oh, Lord of Iron. He looked at the neatly assembled group in front of him, but every recruit inside looked as tender as a piece of unquenched bronze. The two teams thought desperately, maybe the one who gave up, Frix, was us. The truly lucky one among them, because no matter what, he was still able to die heroically in battle as a pure steel warrior.
Soltarn's height has grown uncomfortably and abnormally by about twenty-two centimeters in the past period of time. Now he has a new vision that is very different from the combat calibration habits of the past ten thousand years.
His leg length and wingspan also increased accordingly, so much so that the armory received a casting order that greatly modified his original armor and added a small number of tactical fearless parts to allow him to put on his power armor again.
His weapons have all been modified, with larger sizes, faster rates of fire, and more firepower and power.
Soltarn also noticed that his original earth affinity ability may have increased to a certain extent.
——Everything was changing for the better, but every change made Soltarn more depressed.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. Perhaps since Frix's death, he had been too pessimistic about the father of genes.
But look at that person who deceived the world and dared to use the name of his dead legion commander, tarnish the little bit of pitiful glory he had after his death, and the thing of chaos that was stolen from the left hand of the father of genes. ———
Heart of Steel! The Gene Father he saw every day was more handsome and majestic than the day before. This kind of thing that could never be considered a normal development in the Eye of Fear made Soltarn and others shocked and deeply frightened by it. That day.
Soltarn W. Bronn will never forget that ten thousand years ago, their father's lying, despicable silver-haired brother was naked, tattooed and wearing only a cloak. , the debauched and debauched scene appeared in front of the Iron Warriors, surrounded by descendants who had also undergone various twisted surgical transformations on a twisted and feverishly moaning modified human body.
Just recalling the details of the meeting between the two legions at that time made Soltarn feel sick to his stomach.
It is unimaginable, how could the Primarchs and Astartes be willing to regard this as some kind of glorious change?
Such lies, corruption, flooding and distortion are only worthy of transformation. For the mud trampled under the iron boots!
——And that Hong Suo who is colluding with the inanimate and colluding with others! That half-blood traitor! Bastard! Trying to poison the entire legion every day!
Thinking of the blood and genes from the eternal enemy flowing in his body at this moment, Soltarn once again felt the urge to commit suicide.
He immediately suppressed it deep in his heart.
And warn yourself.
The time has not come...
The warning light came on, the side door of the hangar opened, and a Space Marine wearing a linen robe in addition to black armor strode forward and walked into their team.
It was the acting chaplain, Soltarn recognized, Julius Omar, a very powerful psyker who was "nominally" the chaplain of their "chapter".
"Carry the Emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows! The emperor's will will be destroyed, and the demons will be destroyed!"
"The Emperor's will will be destroyed, and the demons will be destroyed!"
Ah. Lord of Iron.
He saw every veteran except for the recruits of the Tenth Company shaking their heads or waving their weapons—obviously not out of excitement.
"Brothers! We are the descendants of Guilliman, the sons of the Silver Skull! Do not bring shame to the name of our father!"
O blood of steel. Can you shut up?
"Original of all brothers! (Primus interpares!) Obey or die! (OBEYORDIE!), for my father and the Emperor!"
Why do I have to endure this? !
The voice of this irritating brat shouting the Corpse King's name shocked my ears!
And why wasn’t he attacked? !
The old stonemason's eyes stared in disbelief at the Book of Holy Words that Julius held in his hand, and he excitedly used it to bless his teammates. On that ancient human skin book, the signature that was so religiously decorative that it looked like a pattern mark wasn't... no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a book that the Seventeenth Legion would come to snatch when they saw it, and it had the power to summon demons. A ten thousand-year-old evil thing.
"We have finished praying and are ready to go, Captain Soltarn. - Captain Soltarn?"
The acting priest wearing a white skull helmet completed his pre-war mobilization and blessing, and his red eyepiece was staring closely at Soltarn.
The latter had subconsciously taken out his power ax and was about to strike at the center of the opponent's head——
Julius saw that the calm Second Company Commander Brother Soltarn seemed to be Listening to the Emperor's words brought tears to his eyes, and he even drew his weapon in excitement.
It seems that I did okay and I will do better next time.
He thought so.
"Let's set off."
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After about fourteen minutes passed, the two teams led by Soltarn passed through the storm hawk. The grapple and halyard successfully landed on the surface of the Mechanical Ark wreckage.
"This piece of debris doesn't even look like it has any other suitable place besides a metal recycler." Igor muttered in his Terminator power armor, his armored boots magnetically locked Allowing him to walk on rough metal surfaces.
“The outer structure has been completely torn apart. It looks like it was hit from the main part by some kind of huge asteroid or something else.”
Maxim said, using his power fist to lift the last steel beam stuck crookedly in the passage. With a creaking and distorted echo, the road was opened, and the dark passage inside could be seen. It should have been A very wide structure that can now only accommodate two Terminators passing side by side. Broken pipes and sagging cables are slowly floating in the vacuum and dust particles.
Walking in the front row were two monk brothers wearing Terminator power armor. Their helmet spotlights had been turned on, and the cold light beams illuminated the lifeless surface of the wreckage.
Soltarn's apocalypse has long been linked to other people. Just like the kid said, there is nothing here, not even insects. First, it is not big enough, and second, it is here. There is really no environment in which living things can survive.
"But - there will be no problem with the scanning results of our mother ship's sensors," the old stonemason pondered for a moment, "We have cleared the obstacle and advanced about eighty-five feet, and are about to reach the core area. Report communication Status."
"The communication status is normal."
"Captain Soltarn, there is something here, and it looks like it is still operating. It is unimaginable."
Everyone clenched their weapons, and they were careful in the standard tactical formation of the legion ten thousand years ago. He approached the slanted and closed experimental cabin.
It appeared to be a self-contained unit customized for special circumstances, miraculously surviving in this ruin. Dust and other dust covered its surface, but the faint little lights indicating the mechanical operation were still there. In a twinkling.
“I guess it is the signal sent by its emergency distress transmitter, but the energy has been lost for too long and the signal is too weak. If it were not so close, the Steel’s sensor is so sensitive that it cannot be received at all. Arrive.”
The second company commander asked the others to stay alert, and stepped forward, brushing away the thick dust on the surface of the hatch with his gauntleted hands.
"This is...?"
Through the small observation glass window on the hatch, you can vaguely see a golden bird and a man with right shoulder and abdominal belt in the depths of this heavy training warehouse. The Astartes, with his long black hair and pale complexion, was sleeping with a penetrating wound.
A nameplate shines under the spotlight.
“N·S”
Gua————
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(End of this chapter)