Chapter 1759 Ruthless Soldiers
The leader of the Skitarii, Ricardo Alam, stood at the place he needed to guard. He felt hesitant for the first time in his life. This name was chosen by him fifty years ago. Yes, as for his name when he was born, he has long been forgotten, and his age is calculated by the timer in his body - he is 97 years old to be precise, at least the few remaining flesh and blood on his body are already that old. .
He is very close to perfect sublimation, very close. Now only 17% of his body is still flesh and blood, while the glorious and praiseworthy 83% is made of steel, Made of iron, copper and titanium, it receives blessings from the Machine God three times a day.
However, he was hesitant to call himself the Lord of the Skitarii, not as a sign of humility, but as a sign of shame - his duties were very important and full of honor, but there was still some bitterness about humanity left. in his data processor and kept questioning him.
What exactly is he the owner of? A group of slave soldiers?
He deserves better, he deserves more!
However, although he is dissatisfied with his current status, deception can bring comfort and his shame can be healed. Under the strict system of the Mechanicus, he He can only do his duty faithfully and never-endingly transform his body so that he can fight more effectively with his mechanical warriors.
But in fact, his real favorite field is Titan, that great machine of God.
He often goes to the fortress of the Death Gaze Legion. When there are only servants on the scaffolding, he will extend a mechanical synapse to the body of the shutdown Titan, and his internal processing system will generate a series of The image is as if he is driving these divine machines and struggling to guide the mechanical spirits in these silent bodies.
He is annoyed by his position in the Forge World's powerful circles, but he hides his shame well enough under the unblinking eye of his more respected colleagues. , no matter how the circles of power hurt his self-esteem.
Now it seems that war is coming, and Ricardo Alam believes that this may be a way for him to break through the existing power circle, by showing his personal abilities——
However, this became the last step in his life The most regrettable thing in a few minutes.
The void shield suddenly disappeared, and then a large group of Astartes parachuted directly next to the Mechanical Temple, which he thought was safe.
The Astartes, a whole battle group, each blood-red drop pod crashed into the ground, the latest one landed on the flat ground less than a kilometer away from him, and he was in the last position of the whole group. In the formation of the trusted guardian army.
Rikarud Alam recognized their identity, the jagged blood drop symbol, the skulls that could be seen everywhere on the armor, and... the rapid and ruthless attack.
They roared horribly like savages, roaring bolters and swinging chainsaws as they tore apart all the Skitarii around them.
Flesh Tearers, this is not good at all
When Rikarud Alam assigned the Skitarii to fight against these blood-red rampaging giants, the regret in his heart had just begun. Take root, wait a full seven minutes and nine seconds before peaking and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Huh?"
As soon as Soshyan arrived on the ground through teleportation, he found that he was standing in a spiral square, and then he noticed a torn clean room not far away Servant, obviously the beacon was placed on this servitor.
A company of Terminators landed with him, and then Soshyan intervened in the command channel.
"Each battle group will attack according to the original plan, and report any accidents at any time."
In fact, Soshiyang does not need to come down in person, but he feels that some things must be handled by himself. Otherwise, there may be consequences.
At this time, a large group of combat robots and combat servitors have arrived. They did not receive any instructions, but simply followed the defense protocol to fight against the invaders.
The Terminators raised their weapons and beat the highly modified mechanical skitarii into scrap metal. The explosive bombs hit the flesh and blood parts and blew them to pieces.
"Go directly to the Mechanical Temple."
Soshiyang walked directly towards the Mechanical Temple not far away. A servitor with extra arms rushed towards him, with a charged blade in his hand.
He stretched out his hand directly, as if doing a small thing to twist off the opponent's arm, and then thrust the hot blade into the servitor's mouth, and the blade penetrated the modified brain. , and then the servitor shook and fell. There was no airborne pod in the sky at this time, all the airdropped soldiers had landed, and the teleported people all landed safely with the help of Veronica's precise guidance. As for herself, after completing all this, she was escorted by the two agents. Returned to the mansion and waited for the battle to end.
Almost all battles in orbit have been fought. Thousands of Astartes surrounded the entire Mechanical Temple. The outcome is already doomed.
Soon, Soshyan's team arrived near the Forge Temple, and the other companies of the Astral Knights were at their respective positions to block the enemy reinforcements as planned. The whole process did not take long.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Mechanical Temple, he saw a scarlet ground, with layers of corpses turning the flat ground into uneven spots.
Looking along the corpses, those violent blood-red giants are still carrying out their slaughter. Because of the good armament replenishment, each of them chose their favorite weapons and also created the most terrifying weapons. of killings.
"Brother Seth!"
He called, but there was no response, because Seth was running wildly among the enemy with a huge chainsword.
When he shouted the name of Sanguinius and brandished the huge chain sword, broken corpses and heads were scattered into the sky. Then he kicked away the corpses of the Skitarii, trying to find the target in the vast sea of people. .
Then, he saw the figure holding a mechanical battle ax, cowering behind the skitarii and battle robots.
"Coward! Get out!"
Seth laughed, killing in a sea of piercing drills, interlaced sword blades, swinging punches, and laser gun fire nets Cutting a bloody path and pushing forward, the huge two-handed chain saw drew arcs in the air, destroying everything on the way - slashing and blasting more than a dozen heavy fighter servitors, dismantling several huge combat robots, tearing apart dozens of Hundreds of skitarii.
The severed Skitarii still stretched out its still functioning mechanical arm and tried to grab Seth's leg, but the ferocious Flesh Tearer just stepped on it mercilessly and crushed the half-legs. The head of a mechanical soldier.
This is not to say that Angstrom's Skitarii are weak, on the contrary, they are powerful enough. However, no matter how much knowledge of war the sages of the Mechanicus have, they always lack some necessary tactical sense and flexibility.
The whole process ended before Soshyan could stop it. Seth held up the iron head of Ricardo Alam, like a tribal savage who had just slaughtered his enemy. He backed away as he roared.
Soshiyang sighed and shook his head. He still wanted to retain these senior members of the Mechanicus as much as possible. After all, he also had his own ideas.
"Brother Seth, just stay here."
Soshiyang walked over, Seth turned to him and frowned slightly.
"We can help you open a path, you just need to walk all the way to that thing, Brother Soshiyang."
Soshiyang lowered his head pretending to be mysterious and said softly:
< br>"There are no enemies inside. I'm worried that there may be some surprises outside. Brother Seth is a trustworthy person, so don't let Reza's people enter yet."
Seth nodded clearly. head.
“I understand.”
(End of this chapter)