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"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

The sound of heavy steel crashing, the white candles burning on both sides of the stone corridor, the dim environment, the faint mural, and the dark red curtain overhead, make the atmosphere feel heavy and serious.

And all of this has made me accustomed to the darkness here, to the loneliness and silence here, except for some mechanical slaves on this space station, doing maintenance work, and only us rapid response teams are training here, waiting for orders to come.

"Didi......"

The communicator on my shoulder rang, and with the movement of my mind, the servo system connected to the nerves quickly understood my command, and the communicator turned on automatically.

"Drop, Captain, there's a mission."

"Huh!? What a task. ”

"Take the Thunderhawk gunboat and go to warn a mortal feudal king, huh...... The mission is probably an armed parade. ”

I snorted, a little dissatisfied.

"Isn't this kind of task supposed to be performed by recruits?"

"I heard that although this task is easy, it is highly valued by the regiment commander and needs to be completed as soon as possible, so the task was transferred to our rapid response team."

When I heard that the task was the focus of the regimental commander, my dissatisfaction suddenly disappeared without a trace like snow in the sun.

"Well, what exactly is the mission? Kill that mortal king, or slaughter a city as a warning? ”

"Who knows, as mentioned in the mission, our request has already been handed over to the mortal king through the messenger, but he is trying to bargain, looking for all kinds of excuses to delay time."

"I kind of understand the mission."

I groaned a bit and ordered.

"Deputy Captain, now inform the team members to assemble at the landing site, a Thunderhawk gunboat is responsible for transporting us down, as for the standard configuration, there are no strict requirements, the only requirement is that all team members bring jumping backpacks, this mission, we need to jump from mid-air to make a shock."

"Yes, Captain."

The Jumping Backpack is a new equipment developed by the Cult of the Mechanics for Space Marines after the Great Mutiny, which is a "developed" equipment to allow Space Marines to have better and faster assault on the enemy's rear row ranged units. (Although it is R&D, no one knows if it was environmental technology dug up by the Mechanicus from there.) ）

The staying power of the jumping backpack is limited, although it can allow a heavily armed starmarine, but this cannot fly into the sky, and every time the jumping backpack flies for a period of time, it requires the starmarines to land on the ground, or directly dive down, crash into the enemy's ranged units, greet those heretics with an earth-shattering landing, and then crush the enemy's head with a blaster and chainsaw sword, while also making the jumping backpack exude the heat accumulated in the process of running.

Because the Jump Pack was in service after the Great Mutiny, the Chaos Space Marines who hid in the Eye of Fear did not have this kind of equipment, and they had no other way to obtain this kind of assault equipment except for some of the later defective Space Marines who came with the Jump Pack, but it didn't bother them.

Soon, the Chaos Space Marines had something to replace the Jump Backpack, or a pair of mutated wings, or a knockoff from the Cult of the Dark Mechanics, which was the equipment or organ used by the Chaos Space Marines' Raptor Warriors.

The Empire's jumping backpack usually has two jets, while the Chaos Replica is a single jet, and as for why it's not exactly the same, perhaps the Chaos Space Marines have made a special modification to prove that they are different from the Space Marines.

At the end of the communication, I simply checked the weapons and equipment on my body, the blaster and chainsaw sword are all there, and there is no need to change weapons, as for the power armor, the servo system is doing a self-check, and if there is a problem, it will issue a warning.

Three minutes later, nine of the world's deadliest warriors had assembled at the landing site, and I came to them without any pre-battle speeches, it was an armed parade, and it was probably not too difficult other than to stain my own power armor.

"Departure ......"

I gave the order succinctly, and was the first to board the airfield of the Thunderhawk gunboats, and the members of my squad quickly walked up and filled the Thunderhawk gunboats.

As the fuselage shook, the captain's mechanical voice came from the cabin.

"The plane is flying out of the space station, and in about ten minutes, it will arrive at its destination."

I threw my head back and yelled at the overhead speaker.

"Just arrive at the destination in the middle of the air, and after half an hour, the mission will be over, and the captain can just find an open space nearby and wait."

"Yes, I wish you all the best in your mission, Captain."

I lowered my head and began to pick up the jumping backpack in the engine room of the Thunderhawk gunboat, and put it on my back, and with a click, the backpack was connected to the energy backpack behind it, and the servo system of the power armor began to self-test it.

In the cabin, the other team members were also silently checking their weapons and equipment, they were all veterans of the Warden Warband, and for them, fighting was a commonplace, and this armed parade, in their eyes, was just a walking operation, and there was no need to wait for it.

Thus, the most common pre-war prayers and holiness ceremonies are waived before we go to war.

Ten minutes is used to travel through the atmosphere of the Mokar world, which is still slower for the Thunderhawk gunboat.

"Captain, and everyone, come and have a look."

I only heard my vice-captain stand up and point to the pale green image projected by the square projector on the roof of the cabin.

"See clearly, this bearded mortal is the target of our mission, don't kill him casually, this is where he lives."

I looked up at the old stone castle above the projector, and I don't know who was complaining.

"I can tear this antique thing down with a single jump, Vice Captain, are you sure this thing needs our attention?"

"Hahaha......"

This sentence immediately caused a burst of laughter, and the deputy captain was not annoyed, he pointed to the bearded mortal on the projector, and said in a deep voice.

"I'm not asking you to demolish the castle, but I'm telling you to be careful and don't kill the mission target."

"It's ten minutes up, stop playing, finish the mission quickly, and then go back to standby."

I did the math and found that it was almost ten minutes, so I urged them to do so, just as the captain's mechanical voice rang out.

"Captain, the sky over the destination has arrived, and the aft compartment is being opened."

The engine room of the Thunderhawk gunboat was being emptied in the midst of the mechanical vibrations, and a strong air current carried snowflakes in and sprinkled on my power armor.

I took the lead in the onslaught of the currents, standing near the cabin door, my probe looking down.

Under the blowing of wind and snow, a frost-white mortal city appeared before my eyes.

"The mission has begun, codename - Operation Thunder!"