The surface of Planet Loswell 7.

It was a gray and dead planet, the atmosphere of the planet was filled with thin oxygen, radioactive dust was blowing along with the breeze, and the surface was almost iron-gray gravel, and there was no sign of life in sight.

Such a dead planet also has complex topography, and the Great Rift Valley, which is as large and deep as a continental scar, spreads throughout the planet, making Planet Lothwell 7 look like a dry scab.

These rifts are full of karst caves and hidden tunnels eroded by ammonia underground rivers, which are intricate like a labyrinth.

At this moment, a pot-bellied transport ship with its shell painted with profanity and tyrannical graffiti was silently moored in a deep rift.

It's daytime on Planet Lothwell 7, but the light of the stars is long gone after being blocked by the planet's atmosphere, and the transport ship hiding in the crater valley is as dark as night.

In the control room of the spaceship, there are scattered prayer flags and scrolls, on which are densely written Kortysh characters, and the dim control room does not turn on the lights, but there are large and small candles, and the air is filled with a mixture of heavy blood and the spicy smell left by the burning of spices, which is disgusting.

At least Hiroshi Tateshita almost threw up when he first entered this control room.

He cautiously looked up at the tall, terrifying figure in the wide seat in the middle of the control room.

Hideous armor swayed ghostly in the dim candlelight, dark red shoulder armor carved with fine black prayers, and the edges of the armor were inlaid with sharp metal spikes.

The owner of the armor was not wearing a helmet, and the pale bald head was also tattooed with distorted text, and he hung his head down, his face hidden in the black shadows, and the index finger covering the armor tapped lightly at his knees.

Hiroshi Tateshita knew his name, Clova, the head of the three transport ships.

A formidable Chaos Space Marine.

Hiroshi Tateshita and the others received a request to come to the control room, and in the face of this powerful depraved Astarte, everyone was cautious, and no one dared to speak first.

Only the tapping of fingers echoed in the dimly lit control room, and in this suffocating atmosphere, finally, the Chaos Space Marines raised their heads, revealing a pale and evil face, and spoke in a deep voice:

"They want to trap us on this planet."

The bald man's eyes are yellowish-white, and all the teeth in his mouth have been filed, and his mouth is full of fangs that make Hiroshi Tateshita dare not look directly.

No one responded to him, and Claufa continued to speak in a slow tone:

"They're about to land...... Ultramarines are cautious, and they will test our reality little by little. ”

"These blasphemers are smart...... They won't fight us in caves and tunnels, and once they know where the convoy is, they'll teleport back and call for orbital strikes. ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head, looked directly at the few people in front of him, and said:

"When the time comes, we'll all be drowned in this damn canyon by a high-explosive bomb dumped by a Moon-class cruiser."

Chloe asked playfully:

"A few people who claim to have been sent by the Four Great Powers of Destruction to assist me, in the face of such a predicament, what do you think?"

In the early days of the Horus Rebellion, the strength of the rebels was not as strong as that of the loyalists, and the war commander Horus, in line with the concept that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, actively contacted the discriminated and oppressed illegal psionics, mutants, space pirates, etc. in the empire's ruling area, and instigated them to launch a rebellion and disrupt the security in the empire, so these people were almost in the same camp as the war commander in the early days.

Clova clearly classifies the reincarnators among these people.

Hiroshi Tateshita swallowed and spit, and his mind raced into thought.

It's been a while since he came to the world of Warhammer 40K, and he already knows how these genetically modified people called Space Marines fight, and he also clearly knows the teleportation and other technical means of Space Marines.

The leader of the Chaos Space Marines had judged the tactics that the other party would adopt, and Hiroshi Tateshita was convinced, and he was now trying to find a way to sabotage them.

"My lord, I can provide you with excellent fighters, as long as there is enough food, there will be an endless supply of fighters!" A middle-aged man with brown-red hair and bearded scholar looked like he said excitedly.

Hiroshi Tateshita, who was about to speak, couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

Hearing this, Clova also smiled slightly, showing sharp teeth, and said in a gloomy voice:

"Belensky, I remember you, those little bugs of yours are funny, and they may be useful against mortals, but they are too weak for space marines."

Hiroshi Tateshita looked at the middle-aged man holding the iron-gray long jar in his hand tightly, and scolded in his heart: Fool, this is the Warhammer 40K universe, in this world with a high lower limit of strength, the strength of the exoskeleton of the alien that can be injured under ordinary firearms, as well as the strength and agility that are only stronger than ordinary humans, are not enough in front of the blaster gun and the power sword.

The brown-red bearded middle-aged man pursed his lips and looked unconvinced.

Hiroshi Tateshita didn't care about the others, he made up his mind and spoke in a deep voice:

"My lord, I can block the teleportation of the opposing Space Marine for thirty minutes."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Claufa was visibly interested, "What kind of shielding method, do you use some kind of ancient technology to disrupt the device?" ”

Hiroshi Tateshita explained, "No, my realm exhibition...... Well, I mean, once my psionic ability is activated, teleportation within a five-kilometer radius will fail! ”

Claufa squinted his eyes and glanced up and down at the emaciated black-haired young man, touched his chin and said:

"Psionics who don't need psionic amplifiers, ...... interesting"

"I can only interfere with their teleportation back to the battleship, my lord, as for the space marines who remain on the planet, it is up to you." ”

With that, Hiroshi Tateshita gave Clova a deep look, believing that the evil and cunning Space Marines would understand what he meant.

Claufa smiled and spoke, "I'm starting to appreciate you a little, wise mortal. Of course, rest assured, the Holy Warriors blessed by the four gods will leave the lackeys of the Puppet Emperor on the surface, and after they become entangled with our people, the commander of the Ultramarines will not dare to use orbital bombardment, unless he doesn't care about his own fighters at all. ”

After speaking, seeing that the other strange people present no longer wanted to express their opinions, Clova waved his hand and said:

"Alright, you all stand down, let's start arranging the defense arrangements to welcome the arrival of the puppet emperor's lackeys."

The reincarnators left the main control room one after another.

Walking in the dim spaceship corridor, the screams and moans of the victims can be heard from time to time in the dark depths of the corridor, which is creepy.

Hiroshi Tateshita guessed that the Bearers might be torturing the captives for fun.

At this time, a woman in black with a long stick wrapped in cloth on her back suddenly came over and whispered beside Hiroshi Tateshita and asked:

"Spell Return?"

Hiroshi Tateshita was startled, and turned to look at this white woman wearing a black hood, dressed in black, with a tall and slender European and American face.

Hiroshi Tateshita asked, "You know?" ”

The corners of the woman's mouth hooked, and she said, "I heard you say those words that leaked out of your mouth, hum, it's not just you Asians who watch anime." ”

She chuckled as she spoke, "But you have to be careful, if your domain doesn't work, I'm sure Clova will crush your head with his own hands before he is overwhelmed by that Ultramarine's naval cannon, hehe." ”

With that, she turned and walked forward.

Hiroshi Tateshita stopped in place, looking at the woman's back, to be honest, this white woman with a pointed chin and deep eyebrows and eyes was quite good-looking, but it always gave him a very dangerous feeling.

She's right, don't look at the way she swore in front of Clova, but whether his own domain can interrupt the teleportation device of the Ultramarine, Hiroshi Tateshita actually doesn't know the bottom in his heart, if it fails, the wrath of the Bearer will definitely fall on him.

Hiroshi Tateshita looked at the long stick-like object wrapped in black cloth behind the woman's back, and guessed in his heart that it should be a sword in it.

On the other side, the scholar-like brown-red bearded man clung to the iron-gray metal jar in his arms, gritted his teeth, and whispered to a short woman next to him who was hunched on her back and wrapped in a gray burqa:

"Clova doesn't trust me, they don't believe me, these damn idiots, they don't understand the potential of the alien at all, the upper limit of the potential of the alien is infinite, as long as Clofa promises to give me a living space marine, I can breed a space soldier alien, it is definitely a powerful existence that has never been seen before, damn it, damn it, these ignorant and short-sighted idiots......"

The woman, who was covered with a black veil and her head leaning forward in an exaggerated arc, listened to the chatter of her companions, looked left and right, and whispered:

"The battle is about to start...... Hiss~ Belensky, we don't need Klofa to give us living space marines, find the right opportunity, we can get it ourselves, don't we? ”

Her voice was both human and inhuman, with a strange, hoarse hissing sound.

Belensky said: "I know, but you have also seen that those perverted genetically modified people are not something we can approach casually, even in an injured state, they can smash us to pieces with a wave of their hand, and the dead space marine's corpse is useless, and the chest breaker can only be conceived from a living receptor." ”

The hunchbacked woman hissed: "Patience, Belensky, be patient, we will have a chance." ”

……

On the teleportation deck, Frajos stood quietly in the center, holding a tactical tablet, on which the flashing green light points were constantly moving, intuitively reflecting the location information of each team.

The communication channel constantly reported the progress of the spearhead squads on the surface, which team encountered great resistance, and which team had arrived at the predetermined position ahead of schedule.

More battlefield information kept coming back towards the Sousaland, and Frajos's brain was running at high speed, calmly analyzing the information.

This is a unique ability inherited from the original Element, whose brain is said to be able to process tens of thousands of pieces of information at the same time and make quick decisions.

Overall, the spearhead encountered little resistance, but as they made their way through the caves and chasms and got closer to the actual location of the transport ship, enemy fire began to increase, and with some of the ship's heavy weapons blocking it, the ground began to call for orbital support.

Frajos touched his chin and thought.

And beside him, rows and columns of Space Marines in dark blue power armor were already lined up, their chests held high, and they were ready to go.

The Warband Priest with the Power Scepter walked past the queue and nailed the small notes of the battle oath written by the soldiers themselves to the terracotta steel cuirass on the warriors' chests with a red stamp.

The Warband Priest of the Saussalan, a brown-haired and white-sidedness Astarte monk, examined each warrior's spirit and oath of battle in turn.

When he arrived at Fu Jinghai at the end of the team, seeing this bone-white armor, the warband priest was slightly stunned, and then he patted Fu Jinghai on the shoulder and smiled:

"Good luck, warrior of the Khan."

"Thank you, sir."

Eventually, Frajos made up his mind, raised his head, and said in a loud voice:

"Follow me in accordance with the latest updated coordinates and deliver an orbital airborne strike!"

When the technical priest in a dark red hood heard this, he immediately took a few servants and began to busily update the parameters of the orbit airborne on the operation panel.

After putting on the helmet, Frajos led the airborne teams into the orbital airborne capsule one after another.

Hovering in the orbit of Planet 7, the Sosalan opened a row of openings in the belly of the battleship, and the heads of the sharp airborne capsules slowly poked out of the hull, and the thrusters ignited, and these long cone-shaped airborne capsules turned into slender golden meteors and disappeared into the atmosphere.

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