"Once upon a time, we were also a very powerful warband. We have a large battleship as our flagship, a fleet of assault cruisers, and ten full companies to keep them fully manned at all times. We are the guardians of the Melved system, and the ancient and well-crafted world of Melved provides us with an abundance of sophisticated armaments, allowing us to crush our enemies most of the time with artillery fire and armor alone, without the need for precious marines. With a population of tens of billions, we also have the best source of soldiers. At that time, the Melved system was so rich that her output, from arms, food, and even armor and clothing, was enough to supply more than thirty legions of Kadian, and we as guardians were naturally pinned on hope and glory. We often keep half of our forces at Melved, and the rest are fought in the name of the Emperor. In the thousands of years since the warband was founded, there have been several times when it was on the verge of collapse, but with the output of this galaxy, we have been able to quickly recover each time and become stronger than ever, until that time ......"

The old psyker's voice grew deeper, almost muttering, as if he was about to tell something that would make it difficult for a Space Marine, who had no fear physically, to face it.

"It was the Commander of Chaos, the twelfth invasion launched by Abaddon the Marauder, and it was an unprecedented and terrifying catastrophe for the entire Empire. Fleets of demons and renegades fought their way out of the Eye of Fear, killing the human world they encountered along the way, and due to their own importance, Melvid naturally suffered an attack. We anticipated the attack, and we prepared for it, recalling the companies that were fighting outside and rallying as many allies as we could. We thought we were fit for any challenge, but when the last of my ships returned, we saw nothing but wreckage, and our fleet, including the battleship that we thought would never fall, had been destroyed. There is no record of the exact course of the battle, and we can only speculate on the messages of the Starwhisperers received during the voyage. The enemy has unleashed a subspace storm on the outskirts of our galaxy, and the Chaos energy that leaked directly infected most of the inhabitants of the world of Melved with Fallen, and these Fallen have overrun the planetary defenses, attacking our fleet from behind with huge fortress cannons, while the Chaos fleet has also jumped out near us, leaving us with the enemy on our backs. When we returned, the battle in space was over, and we could only watch in despair as our homeland degenerated into a demonic world. At one point, we tried to crash the last of our ships and hit the ground when the main fleet of the Dark Angels responded to our call for help, including their fortress, the Abbey Angel Tower. The Dark Angel bombarded our polluted home with all its might for three days in a row, eventually tearing her apart, and finally not letting her fall into the hands of the evil gods......"

There was a slight tremor from the fortress, and I felt the invisible pressure from all around me weaken, and we began to leave the subspace and enter the real world.

Avtron exhaled softly, his voice no longer as faint as before, "After the war, with the help of our allies, the rest of us gathered working machinery from nearby shipwrecks and built the Hall of Silence Fortress as our new base using a relatively intact nest city in the wreckage of Melved as the core. Although we borrowed from the Tower of Angels of the Dark Angels, the honeycomb nest is not as strong as the monolith of Caliban. Her armor is more than enough to withstand regular cruiser firepower, but the structural strength is flawed and we will suffer from stronger kinetic strikes, whether it is a large cannon or a direct impact from a battleship, our fortress will have a hard time withstanding. So if we have to face the enemy this time...... Well, it's going to be war, so let your soldiers stand by here, and a few commanders, please come with me to the operations command room. ”

Eddie and I were among the commanders invited, so we left the Battle Nun and the Stormtroopers to rest in the hall and followed Avtron into a smaller cabin. It's similar to the bridge of a battleship, but it's larger, and the console is filled with non-powered Space Marines and Mechanical Priests, as are the company commanders of the Storm Guardian and the wolf guard of the Space Wolves.

The projector projected a three-dimensional sand table in the center of the cabin, and I could make out the figure of the space fortress dragging two warships. A little farther away was the Markena's Flare, which had fled before our eyes, its thrusters not firing a tail flame, but drifting slowly with a little inertia.

"The Space Wolves who landed in Jewel of Markena have informed us that they have taken control of the main compartments, including the bridge, and are clearing the remnants of the enemy, and we have sent some mortal troops to help occupy them." A Space Marine officer reported.

"Didn't you find any other enemies?" Avtron asked.

"A search for this galaxy is underway, and results will be available soon."

Avtron nodded, not continuing to say anything.

Could it be that the most disappointing situation has happened? Instead of taking us to their lair, the enemy chose a random place to escape. In this way, all our preparations were in vain. Although a cruiser was captured, such a seemingly large trophy seemed to be only enough to stuff the wolf's teeth, whether it was Add, Silent Blade, or Storm Guardian, it was estimated that nothing could be caught.

Looking around, everyone's faces were not very good, only the old face of Carl, the leader of the wild wolf, was smiling like a flower, and he seemed to be very satisfied with the combat effectiveness of his brothers. Come to think of it, the coalition of the four veteran Chaos Warbands on the Imperial Dawn, plus the later Red Pirates, invested no less than 300 Chaos Space Marines plus countless heretic mortal troops before and after, and almost all of them were wiped out and could not help the Heresy Redemption. And the Moonna's Yao, which is also a luna-class cruiser, only dispatched about forty fighters from the space wolf, and he was about to take the ship without even bringing auxiliary troops.

However, judging from the fact that they were calling for reinforcements and calling for mortal troops, the landed wolves inevitably encountered the situation that the enemy had encountered on the heretical redemption before. With a mere size of more than 40 people, it may be possible to defeat the enemy's main force, but it is simply impossible to completely clean every corner of the battleship in time. In a battle like the battle for a ship, the losing side of the defenders loses all chance of survival, a situation that inspires even the most cowardly to fight to the death. Although the pagan crew under the Red Pirates is no match for the wild wolf, it is still very capable of destroying some facilities and disgusting people, and then on the Yan Zòng side, if they touch the most core place such as the subspace engine and come to the same end, the loss of forty warriors at that time will definitely make the wild wolf feel painful.

The mortal warrior behind Karl stood up and said, "Please prepare a few Thunderhawks for us, and I'll bring three hundred-men over." ”

There was no objection from anyone. Although there were many mortal commanders present, the first choice for those who could work closely with the wild wolves was naturally their own people.

"In addition, a wolf officer named Velheim made a point of making it clear that if Captain Gremion is here, please bring some of the crew with you, so that you can get the ship moving." The Space Marine, who was in charge of communications, reported again.

"Greymane? That guy is old and confused, our captain is not named Graymane. Karl laughed dumbly.

"He's talking about me." Sylvia stepped out, "I have a crew aboard the Heresy Redemption, and while these people aren't enough to fully control a Luna, they can do it just by getting it to work. ”

"Look at your last name, are you from Fenris?" Carl asked with interest.

"Of course, for the glory of Fenris!" Sylvia saluted Karl.

In this case, the wild wolf could not continue to sit, stood up and saluted: "It can be seen that you have experienced the baptism of ice wind of Fenris. ”

He looked around, "That ship has just gone through a big battle, it must be in tatters, who provided us with some technical sergeants and mechanical slaves or something?" ”

"We, the Storm Guardians, each of our warriors are skilled mechanics, and we have a large number of mechanical slaves, so we can send some to your command." The company commander of the Storm Guardian stood up and said.

Dustina, the Grand Nun of the Silver Sacred Texts Monastery, also interjected, "It has been decades since that ship fell into the hands of Chaos, and it must have been severely polluted by Chaos. I think it is necessary to send some of my men up, and there are places that need to be cleaned and purified. ”

It's undoubtedly a good thing that everyone is fighting to be the first, but at this juncture, how do I feel that they are dividing the spoils?

Add also stepped forward and said, "I think I should also go and take a few prisoners and torture them for information." Master Avtron, please prepare a fully functional medical room for me. ”

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