Chapter 186 Tolerance
They rode the Thunderhawk from the Mother of Tears to the Starfire, and went straight into the open hangar, landing on the smoke-filled buffer pad.
Malakin took the lead to walk down the boarding ladder, followed by the four people traveling with him.
The Astral Knights have already lined up here, including the Ascetic Chapter, with hundreds of them all assembled in battle formation.
Civil War flags flutter in the hall, each marking a battle worth remembering.
Servo-skulls buzzed above them, dragging incense burners around to mask the stench of burning promethium.
The light inside the hangar is dim, with only sporadic light spots flickering quietly. The corridor is long and eerie, and the walls look like they were cut from ancient boulders of unknown age.
"It seems that they are all angry."
Malakin muttered, he looked at the Astral Knights and Ascetic Chapter, although everyone's faces were hidden in their helmets below, but it is definitely not difficult to imagine what the expressions on the faces below are—contempt, indifference, and anger.
Standing at the front of the queue is the owner of this flagship, who stands out among the angels. He is placing his right hand on the hilt of his sword, quietly waiting for his guests.
Soshyan Alexey, he stood as if he had always been standing since birth - his waist was straight and his posture was perfect.
"Captain Malakin, welcome to your arrival."
When Malakin walked over, Soshyan nodded slightly.
"Brother Soshyan."
Malakin stopped, neither shaking hands nor hugging.
The warriors of the two Chapters also stood motionless, as did Malakin's entourage.
The entire hangar fell into deathly silence.
Slowly, as if the cliff was inevitably suffering the pain of being washed away and decayed by time and tide, Malakin walked towards Soshyan and lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, we-"
Although his voice was soft, it still spread to every corner.
Before he could finish speaking, Soshyan suddenly stretched out his hand, took a few steps, and hugged Malakin tightly.
"This is not your fault. The war is changing rapidly and no one can completely control it."
Every word coming out of his mouth is filled with a sonorous and serious tone.
"I don't blame you, and the battle brothers of the Lamenter, you fought well."
After Malakin was stunned for a moment, he also gave a warm hug in return .
"Thank you, thank you...you, Brother Soshyan."
Mazhar then stepped forward, burst into hearty laughter, and patted the two of them heavily on the shoulders.
“So now we have solved this matter.”
He said happily:
“I have already drawn up an attack plan on Fulun Prime.”< br>
The two warriors let go of each other. Soshyan looked at Lord Magyar and said with a smile:
"How about taking it out and sharing it with us now?"
"Of course."
Malakin suddenly said:
“Let’s go to our boat and chat.”
Since the Starfire was more serious and the Eternal Night was also deeply injured, only the Mother of Tears had no injuries, so the two agreed to go to the Mother of Tears for strategic discussions. The conference room on the Mother of Tears was modeled after the ancient monastery of Baal. The room was in a hexagonal shape, and the iron lanterns hanging on the walls shed mottled light, illuminating the neat grid patterns on the marble floor. , light can identify people.
The candle flame on the heavy candlestick swayed, and from time to time, melted tears quietly dripped.
The ubiquitous niches are filled with stone carvings. These carved figures of Sanguinius stare gloomily at everyone who passes in front of it.
All kinds of echoes are always echoing in the towering dome - the crisp sound of the blade scratching the stone, the thump of the reinforced ceramic armor on the floor, and the power armor glove scratching the data pad. There was a rustling sound.
There are no seats here, everyone remains standing - the three Chapter Masters stand in the center, and their entourages line up next to them.
In front of this group of heavily armed warriors floated a golden, slowly rotating holographic planet image, with all major areas clearly marked on it.
Foren is a deeply fortified world, with large areas above the surface being transformed into military installations.
Such as the standing giant electric towers and the extremely large engines around them, they continuously supply the planet with abundant energy, and most of them are used to maintain the defensive barriers above the main strongholds.
“These greenskins have been here for two to three hundred years, and there is enough time to strengthen their nests.”
Mazar began to explain the results of the long investigation.
“During this period, they have spent a lot of effort to strengthen the world. Probably the green-skinned leader also knows that his fleet cannot stop us for too long, so now he places all his hopes on In terms of ground defense, look at these fortifications. Many of them are newly built.”
Soshyan carefully examined the structural diagram in front of him. From an overall perspective, almost all of the northern hemisphere of Flen was covered with trenches and fortifications. Covered, most are built around heavy-duty generators.
"What is this?"
He stretched out his hand and pointed to a certain node above, from which countless spiderweb-like lines extended outwards.
Mazar laughed.
"What you see is the heart of this planet, the connection network of all the strongholds in this world. Look at this, this is our scan record."
He flicked his finger and connected half of the world. The transparent image turned into a solid object, and several dots appeared on the thumbnail.
One of them shows a layered and staggered exterior wall structure, rising higher and higher along with the naturally formed high and steep slope.
Rudimentary roads have been built between different highlands, connecting circular areas that look like defensive towers.
Magyar further enlarged the image, allowing everyone present to clearly see the continuous cannon on the ridge.
In the center of the fortification, a majestic fortress stands proudly, surrounded by high walls and countless defense towers on the top.
Just like its own color, the surrounding land is also covered with a deep tawny color.
"The fortress of the green-skinned warlord of the Fulun system."
Soshyan nodded, silently calculating the size of the fortress and the available entry points in his heart.
"Shocking."
His eyes quickly swept over the image floating in the air, taking in all the details.
“This fortress is larger than most hives I have seen.”
“Yes, according to our calculations, if we choose orbital bombardment, it will take several months to collapse Defense of the main star of Fulun.”
Mazhar called up a series of data.
"And their shields, as you know well, are difficult to destroy directly before the energy is interrupted."
(End of Chapter)