Chapter 829 Silent Dakia
In the silence of the universe, the assault landing module was falling towards a planet.
Behind the curved metal frame is a directional booster that spits flames, allowing the landing module to land at a stable rate, and its flight path is passing through the orbit of this dead planet.
It was a cold and bright planet. The Mother of Tears stationed in orbit shone brightly in the dark universe, but on the other side of the planet, the Weepers came here to investigate. He didn't know that there would be an uninvited visitor -
In the landing cabin, Malakin could hear the soft singing of the singing slaves and the gentle buzzing of the armor's vibration.
His subordinates were all calm, meditating on the coming battle, and it was the years of war that had molded them into the pinnacle of human combat prowess.
The man to whom the warriors meditate is Sanguinius, the idol to whom the Chapter compares itself, the noble example they strive to follow.
What they are meditating on is the mission given to them by the Emperor. They will travel across the planets in the star sea and undertake missions that ordinary fragile mortals cannot shoulder in the Empire's grand plan.
Although they have meditated on these things a thousand times or more to prepare their minds for the most intense battle and to eliminate unnecessary distractions that would dishonor themselves as a Saint. The qualifications of a son of Leth.
Malakin also knows what his comrades are thinking, because he does the same.
The difference is that times have changed, and the historical task of building the Lamenters Chapter into a journey of honor and dignity is more arduous, which is more important than winning or losing a battle.
Especially when he heard that Armageddon Soshyan fought side by side with the Blood Angels and once again created a glorious victory, he realized that his friend would soon make the Astral Knights in It has a place in the legend of the Empire, and its deeds will be told as glorious history to mortals across the galaxy and sung in hymns before supper.
But he is still far behind, and even the shame of the war group has not been completely washed away.
The immature and inexperienced young chapter leader that he met back then had unknowingly left him far away.
Malakin is not a vain person, but he also has his own pride!
Therefore, the restoration of the battle group has become the only issue that he thinks about every day. How to obtain more resources, more equipped warships, and more relationships and connections, all of which require him to do it personally.
This cooperation with the forging world Greia is also for this reason.
After all, the price offered by the other party is very high!
The landing module is still vibrating, and the faces of the choir slaves are exquisitely decorated and mounted on the brass armature.
When these once-human singers begin to sing, they are lifted up to the ceiling of the landing module.
Mindless, half-human machine slaves are used to undertake menial and heavy tasks that require no skills. The choir slaves are not only a group of human faces responsible for singing poems, but also install the communication system in the landing cabin. At the same time, their singing also represents the war. A regimental tradition that helps soldiers focus their thoughts on the next coming battle.
The target is close and the soldiers are ready to fight.
Malakin could feel the emotions surging in the souls of the warriors, including their enthusiasm for war, their concentration on battle, and their admiration for Sanguinius.
These glorious qualities were reflected in his brain, and he could easily experience this strong and consistent emotion without even trying.
The landing capsule shook violently as it passed through the first atmosphere of Dacia, but the ten Space Marines in the capsule would not let themselves be swayed by their imaginations. They were all tied to On the gravity seat, the bright yellow power armor and weapons on his body shone brightly.
Soon, the hymn in the landing cabin also entered its final chapter, and the majestic singing drowned out the noisy sound outside the cabin.
Malakin picked up the battle helmet next to him and put it on. The sealed helmet wrapped tightly around his throat. The visual system connected to the helmet showed that his huge armor had been joined to make it airtight. , enough to begin to cope with any harsh climate on the ground.
Each Space Marine will spend hours on the ship carefully inspecting their weapons and equipment, observing the strictest weapons discipline, so that they can fight smoothly.
A few seconds later, Malakin activated the runes on the visual system and activated his communicator. Even though the warning system of the landing module has not yet prompted, and the hymn chanted by the machine slave has not stopped, Malakin can still feel that he is getting closer to the target.
"Prepare to land."
The thrusters that were braking entered the second stage of operation. The gravity seats of the Space Marines flexed and stretched into a cushion-like buffer to help them overcome the influence of their own weight and withstand deceleration. The pressure of time.
"The Weepers."
Malakin's clear and proud words came from the communicator.
“I don’t need to tell you why you are here, I don’t need to emphasize what is required of you, I don’t need to say more about how you should fight, because you will never be confused about these things, but now I want to add that we Respect for Sanguinius will keep us safe from the curse of the Red and Black, so don't let your guard down."
Malarkin speaks directly to the hearts of his warriors, using the traditions they honor to inspire them to superhuman feats and defiance of their own flaws.
The lights flashed in the landing cabin, and the noise became louder. The machine slaves also raised their voices, and the chorus of hymns became louder and more shocking.
The sound of banging metal resounded through the hull, which was a precursor to the landing module coming into contact with the ground, and the sharp ceramic claws extending from the engine hood would tear through the earth.
Through reviewing the mission briefings countless times, Malakin has been able to conjure a new picture of the Mechanicus expedition station in his mind - it was an ugly and deformed fortress, which may have been a sphere.
Weeping: They will carve a corridor out of the lightless surface of the research station, but at the same time their actions must be meticulous and punctual.
Long-distance scanning can only analyze the structure of the first few floors of the research station, and the structural diagram provided by Grea is also very vague, and it is difficult to plan a reasonable assault route by just guessing.
Even they are unwilling to clearly state the purpose of this research station.
This caused some trouble for Malakin to formulate a battle strategy, but one thing remains unchanged. They must go deep into the research station and find all the surviving members of the Mechanicus to know what happened. , and annihilate any enemies you may encounter.
The task of finding the enemy's location needs to be completed by the leader of each team. This time Malakin brought two hundred soldiers, and he believed there would be no problem.
There are three objectives in this battle, one primary objective, and two secondary objectives.
Malakin checked his bolter one last time, then tightened his grip on his Bloodblade with one hand, faint energy visible on the blade's surface.
Other space warriors also made the last iconic check of their weapons and equipment, from helmets to checking the sealing of the armor to bolt guns.
The heavy weapons team was equipped with plasma cannons, the energy coils inside them flickering.
The assault team adjusted their jump packs to adapt to the planet's gravity environment and unsheathed their chainswords.
All angels are born for battle, but the descendants of Sanguinius have a stronger talent for melee combat with their enemies, and dare to take up any melee weapon to fight the enemies of the Emperor.
Suddenly, the chants suddenly stopped, and every Space Marine had no other thoughts except fighting.
In the sky, all the landing modules roared in unison, they had hit the surface of the planet——
(End of this chapter)