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In the dark and silent space, messy parts are placed everywhere, and there are mountains of steel fragments that can be called garbage, taking up a lot of space.

A tank that seemed to be a moving mass of various rags, old machines, and fragments of picked up armor sits in the center of the field, occupying almost a fifth of the space, and the long and narrow body splits the cabin in two.

Victor stood in a dimly lit corner, waiting silently, like an eternal statue, the cold, silent air with gray dust falling on his shoulders and helmet, accumulating a thin layer of dust.

A machine with a tall antenna emits a meager blue light on a regular basis, as if sending some message into the void.

Just as Victor remained stationary, a pale blue curtain of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, splitting the "garbage" in the center in two.

The light curtain slowly spread, spreading out to form a light gate engraved with mysterious runes, just enough to cover the large garbage made of various combinations, and thus disappear.

The blue light emitted by the light door illuminated the entire chamber, hymns and songs rang out out of thin air, and the speculum on Victor's helmet reflected the light door.

Just after the light gate was completely expanded and stabilized, a team of interstellar soldiers broke through it, and they rolled and scattered on the spot as soon as they came out with murderous energy.

After the team of interstellar soldiers scattered out of formation, holding blasters and chainsaw swords and looking around vigilantly, and did not find any enemies and dangerous environments, the interstellar non-commissioned officer who led the team looked at Victor in the corner, and after seeing the speculum marking his own signal, he ignored this big living person, and gestured to himself, so that his subordinates scattered around the entire cabin to check this and prevent any accidents.

Victor was not angry at the distrust of these Space Marines, on the contrary, he understood that it was their duty and mission to eliminate all dangers before the arrival of the Warbenders or to die for the Warband of the Warmen as a vanguard.

The team of interstellar soldiers was heavily armed, their sealed helmets concealed their appearance, and there were no other accessories on their bodies except for some biblical seals, even the most common wolf tooth necklace of the Sons of Ruth disappeared from their necks, but on their shoulder armor and breastplate, the gray pattern on the edge of the light blue Venus blue shield emblem still revealed the mysterious identity of this team of interstellar soldiers in the eyes of Victor, who was familiar with the formation of the Warbden warband.

In the Warband of the Warlord, the red pattern on the edge of the Venus Blue Shield Badge represents the Blood Claw, the gray indicates that it is the Gray Hunter, and the white symbolizes the honor of the Fanged Veteran.

Grey Hunter - the backbone of the Warband of the Warwards, a regulator of offense and defense, a combination of cunning and bravery, the perfect space marine, and an all-around veteran in both ranged and melee combat.

The Grey Hunters have worn out the reckless impulses that have been carved into their genes during long battles, and these Sons of Ruth, who are extremely good at attacking, are undisputed tacticians, alternately covering from squad to squad and blasting their guns at all times, forming a network of impregnable fire to push their enemies into a corner.

Therefore, it is a fitting thing to use the gray hunter as the vanguard of the warband, but most of the time, because the gray hunter is too rare, whether it is the space wolf or the watchman warband, both like to use the reckless bloodclaw recruits as the vanguard, it is a pity to die, and to survive is just to wear away their reckless and impatient character.

And now because teleportation is too important, Gawen will send a team of experienced gray hunters to explore the way.

The interstellar non-commissioned officer who led the team, a veteran with white tusks, even drilled out of the one-meter-high dog hole after making sure that the surrounding teleportation environment was safe and secret, and even drilled out of the one-meter-high dog hole (replaced with a bloody claw, and his temper exploded, and he rushed out directly, shouting: Scum Greenskin is coming over and die), and after making sure that there were no Orc traps around, the cautious veteran took out a bundle of signal flares and threw it back towards the portal - this is a signal to the warband that the teleportation environment is safe.

After a few moments, the portal once again emitted a faint blue light, and Darius stepped out of it, the heavy footsteps of the Iron Rider Terminator crushing the ground, crushing the steel garbage on the ground.

"Brother Victor!"

"I'm here, Chief Darius."

Victor stepped out of the shadows, and Darius nodded at him.

"Brother Victor, can you continue to fight now?"

"There is no doubt about it, sir!"

"Very well, now tell me what you know, we are now waiting for all the members of the first company to come over, and we need to immediately open up the battle formation and clear a more expansive field, which is too small to accommodate a large army."

"Understood!"

Victor nodded slightly, and the portal was continuously walking out of the first company of the Star Marines, and the first thirty Terminators walked out first.

As a super-heavy infantry with ultra-high defense, it is obviously impossible for the Terminator fighters who are experts in street combat to miss this kind of battle.

With the three teams of Terminators out, the main event came - a Defiant Dreadnought stepped out of the portal with thunderous footsteps, its tall body already reaching the ceiling, rubbing a spark.

"Elder Rambo, how is your condition, do you feel unwell, do you want to do a simple physical examination!?"

Adam Mechanic Sergeant, who was in charge of Rambo's elder maintenance, and three mechanical slaves, followed out of the portal, looking extremely nervous, afraid that the subspace he touched during the teleportation would have a bad impact on Rambo's elder's mechanical body.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

The low, mechanical voice was full of helplessness, Rambo was impatient with this noisy mechanical aunt, but it was impossible to really smash this guy with a fist, he was a member of the Warbenders anyway, and he was even more dedicated to himself.

"I now feel my oil boiling at the thought of being able to move my body.

However, the only problem that bothers me now is that the place is a little too small for me to move around. ”

Rambo grumbled, the tall Contempt Dreadnought crouched down slightly, the weapons of his arms folded back, the fart chamber was now crowded with ten Space Marines, thirty-two Star Marines, and a Despise Dreadnought, which did feel like a sardine can now.

"Please wait a minute, we need to determine the direction of the battle, the space will be spacious soon, Rambo brothers!"