Hovia Industrial World.

The shattered Third Legion, the fleet of the two Legion Consuls, gathered in this industrial world where highly toxic chemicals run rampant, and six battleships, delicately painted and carved by the Emperor's Son, are quietly anchored in space orbit.

The distance between each other, not far and not close.

The Pride Heart, a Retribution-class battleship, has a majestic bridge made of gold, jasper, and peridot lazurite.

The glaring light of the fire burned in the iron cages, casting tumbling and twisting shadows on the polished stone slabs, mortal slaves with their ears cut out and their eyes gouged out, walking in stiff queues, their spines bent by implanted pain amplifiers, their shaved scalps branded with their masters' names tattooed.

"Click......"

Below the deck, there are giant sonic engines, emitting never-ending harmonics and vibrations, these demonic engines are chained in thick chains, but they never stand still, and they are filled with crazy mechs eager to be deployed to the battlefield.

And sitting on the bridge is none other than the chief lord commander of the emperor's son - Adoron.

(PS: "Lord-Commander" is another form of appellation for "Legion Consul", popular within the Legion of Emperor's Son.) ）

Eldoron's standard-bearer and lieutenant, an ugly noise warrior, scanned the planet from the void, the orchestrator giggling, his whole head like a pale, swollen electronic music synthesizer.

"Slaves." He muttered, "More slaves." ”

"Yes, more slaves."

Aidolon says:

"But it's not yet time, and there's still an obstacle."

The loose flesh on the old face of Adoron was like a puddle of paraffin wax that was close to melting, and the long white hair that had lost its luster was scattered around the top of his head, and he turned his two gray-white eyes to look at the communications crew on the bridge, and said:

"Approve the communication request."

The crew leaned over in front of the communications array.

On a display surrounded by white pearls and fine gemstones, a blue holographic projection lit up, revealing the gilded helmet of another Legion Archon, the purple and gold on the terracotta steel casing of the power armor had been destroyed by the war, and the dried specks of blood mixed with the black stains of battle.

"Lord Commander Acorion."

Adoron greeted him, gave him a perfunctory salute, and then said with a slight tease:

"You look terrible."

"This is the result of my battle with the lackeys of the Puppet Emperor, Lord Commander Adoron, if the genetic prototype is still here, then he will see my loyalty."

Acolion replied.

His deep voice was calmer and more military, without the exaggerated style and subdued arias of the nobles and Slaanesh.

"Loyalty? Puff ha......"

Adoron couldn't help but laugh:

"Loyalty? It's ironic, you and I are both traitors, what 'loyalty' are you talking to me about? Only people who don't have brains and can't think talk about bullshit loyalty! ”

Hearing this, Acolion said angrily:

"Fogrem is back! I am loyal to my original body and act according to his wishes, this is loyalty, he just went to some demon world, and he is not dead! ”

Adoron pretended to realize:

"Oh, yes? Then if you see him in the eye of fear, please pass on my heartfelt greetings. ”

"You don't need to say it, I'll tell you the truth!"

Choking on Adoron, Acolion continued:

"Before the return of the Phoenix Maharaja, I propose that you and I jointly lead the Third Legion, and the following planet will be used as a neutral area, and we will discuss the specifics of this cooperation...... And the future of the Legion, what do you think? ”

"Hehe, this planet...... I love it. ”

Eldoron let out a hoarse laugh.

"Hmph, since that's the case, then I'll take your consent, I'll send you the coordinates, and we'll see you on the surface."

After the other party finished speaking, the holographic projection went out.

Only a fuzzy gray static was left on the display of the communication array, and the communication signal was interrupted.

"Will you go see him?"

The adjutant asked lazily.

"Of course I will, brother."

Adoron had a disgusting, affectionate expression on his face.

"On Hovia? Will he share command? ”

The adjutant asked.

"That's exactly what he said."

Adoron said.

The orchestrator was silent for a moment, and then said:

"I don't believe him."

"Haha, huh?"

Adoron smiled and said insincerely:

"Then you have to learn to trust, brother, because we are all part of the Legion, and we must unite and not fight separately like the World Eater and the Midnight Lord. Set the landing coordinate parameters – let me hear what he has to say. ”

……

Suzheng, the combat conference room.

Fu Qinghai announced to several core members of the company the goal of the future action - Ai Duolong.

"The Emperor's Son was one of the first legions to retreat after the failure of the siege of Terra, and at the same time, they did not split into several warbands according to different companies like the Midnight Lord, and the organization was relatively intact, so ......"

Fu Qinghai paused:

"So we could run into a fleet bigger than we are."

The starmarines present had serious faces.

The war in the sci-fi IP, the space naval battle can almost be said to be the premise of all battles such as gang jumping, orbital airborne, urban street fighting, etc., if the space naval battle is completely one-sided, then other battles will be very passive.

Fu Qinghai continued:

"I don't know what's going on in Hovia, if the enemy's fleet does outsize ours, then I'm going to take a more radical course of action, because ......"

His eyes were full of murder, and his voice was cold and piercing:

"Because Adoron must die!"

Unlike the Midnight Lord, during the Horus Rebellion, except for the Armageddon of the Siege of Terra, White Scar and the Midnight Lord did not fight much, and the main people who fought with the Midnight Lord were the Dark Angels, the Faceless Prince and the Smiling Lord, and Fu Qinghai didn't know him.

But the Emperor's Son is all too familiar to him, and White Scar and the Emperor's Son were the main opponents during the rebellion, and the Third Legion united with several legions to encircle and suppress White Scar, intending to prevent White Scar from returning to Terra for support.

During the Great Expedition, Aidoron's command level was very stretched, and it is estimated that he became the consul of the legion by kneeling and licking the original body without brains.

During the Great Rebellion, Adoron's only commendable personal achievement was Qin Xia who used to transform his throat to kill Qin Xia.

The latter, which has always haunted all the white scars.

The death of a hero at the hands of scum is always unpleasant.

"I remember the name of the famous traitor who led the siege of the loyalists in the Battle of Planet Istefan III."

Joshida said in a cold voice.

"The massacre at the landing site of the planet Istfan V, Adoron was with Fogen, and I remember him."

The usually taciturn Sutterfaran suddenly spoke.

"Good." Fu Qinghai nodded:

"Since everyone has a vendetta, then, the code name of this operation: War Criminals Expedition."

……

The meeting place chosen by the two Legion Archons was a plain about five kilometers in circumference, in the center of a manufacturing plant that once had the size of an entire continent.

War had preceded the arrival of the Emperor's Sons in the industrial world of Hovia, and the vast forge had been reduced to a pile of molten scum that continued to smolder after the original traitors turned the battle elsewhere.

In the past, it had been refining and processing chemical products for the growing human empire, and most of the machines they used had been torn apart, blown to pieces by orbital bombardment, and crushed into scorching dust by the iron hooves of armored forces.

Some undestroyed factories are now running on their own without supervision, injecting colourful chemical waste into the boiling molten slurry beneath the eternal harsh winter of the industrial world. Oceans of arsenide hissed and corroded the shoreline, while the burned towers still billowed smoke like torches.

The two teams of Emperor's Sons meet in the black land of sewage, and on one side are the large, well-armored Terminators of the Underworld, the Phoenix Guard. And on the other side are the staggering, hunched back, organs swelling and proliferating, with infusion tubes under the skin and bleeding constantly - noise warriors!

Standing at the head of the line was Adoron himself, with a slightly larger over-modified physique, a heavy cloak fluttering in the chemical heat, long withered white hair hanging down against his scalp, a gleaming power hammer in his hand, and a strange organ grille on his breastplate.

His fat, wrinkled throat, as if it was about to overflow from its neck armor, flabby and moist, like the grouse of the ancient Terra that inhaled and puffed out its breasts and puffed up its breasts, its pale nose fluttering, drinking the bitter air of the industrial world.

The adjutant's gaze swept over the Phoenix Guard in front of him, but he didn't find another Legion Archon, and couldn't help asking:

"What about Acorion? What about your commanders? ”

The Phoenix Guards were collectively silent and did not say a word.

Adoron slowly raised the power thunder hammer, stared at the slowly moving dark haze in the distance, and said:

"Isn't he already here?"

The adjutant looked confused, he looked up at the surrounding ruins, scratched his fingers on the funeral speaker, and said:

"I didn't see ......"

The rest of the words were drowned out by a sudden roar on the north side of the plain, the rumbling that echoed like a cannon shook the ground beneath their feet, and the towers fell to the ground and collapsed into ruins, being smashed by the armored vehicles lurking within.

Dense dots of light appear on the horizon – the helmet-eyepieces and tactical gun lights of the Space Marines, reflecting the silhouettes of the Third Legion's motorcycles, tanks, and armored vehicles.

The Phoenix Guards in front of them suddenly brandished the power halberd and power knife in their hands, and the iron boots stepped deep into the black dust, killing the noise warriors together.

"It's a trap!"

The orchestrator shouted loudly, his fingers began to play hard, and the funeral speakers hummed and trembled, growing louder and louder until they were enough to tear the muscles and metal, and the invisible psionic sound waves scraped the gold and purple paint off the Phoenix Guards.

"Hahahaha."

Edoron laughed out loud as he quickly took a few quick steps back, avoiding the Phoenix Guard's sharp onslaught, and bowed his head and said in the internal communication channel:

"Attack!"

The order was immediately answered, and the Legion units belonging to Adoron emerged from their hideouts south of the plains in a counter-charge, and the Rand Raiders and Predator tanks immediately broke free of their camouflage, crushed and pushed forward, firing fiercely at targets within range.

Eldoron turned to greet the Phoenix Guards.

"Where are you, Lord Commander Acorion?"

Eldoron yelled at the public channel, wielding a power thunder hammer and swooping straight into the vanguard of his opponent.

"Do you still want to talk to me about loyalty!"

……

At the same time, space orbit.

The three Underworld-class heavy cruisers quickly turned around and seized a favorable position, firing blazing light and dense cannons at one Retribution-class battleship and two Moon-class cruisers.

However, the opponent was also prepared, and the Void Shield raised in advance blocked and defused the incoming lasers and shells one by one, and quickly activated the sub-light engine, adjusted the position of the fleet, and began to maneuver, brewing a long-planned fierce counterattack.

The fleets of the two sides are back and forth in space, and the battle is very lively, and Acorion's purpose is very clear - to hold off the Pride Heart, not to let the fleet interfere with the ambush on the ground, and vow to kill Eldoron on the surface of the industrial world!

……

The Phoenix Guards withstood the screams of the noise warrior's psionic energy, not giving an inch. Armored units from both sides chased and fired at each other in the ruins of the industrial world.

The Thunderhawk gunboat squadron swooped down from the clouds and dropped high-explosive incendiary bombs, sending columns of lasers across the land.

The Dreadnought Mech strides into battle, molten flames erupting and power claws tearing apart.

Adoron's hammer head crushed into the body of a Space Marine, shattering his breastplate and throwing the body into the air, before Adoron swept the Kinetic Hammer and knocked the other warrior to the ground.

"Acorion, where are you hiding!"

Idor raised his hammer and shouted:

"Come out and face me, coward!"

"You are not worthy to lead the Emperor's Son, ugly thing!"

Arcoleon's voice was heard, and he finally appeared in front of the Noise Warrior himself, guarded by the Phoenix Guard, and strode among the burning ruins with a crackling power sword in his hand, the air filled with the screams of madness, interspersed with the screams of pain from the flesh burned.

The duel between the two Legion consuls is on the verge of breaking out.

At this moment, in the dark cloud-shrouded sky, a few shining points of light lit up slightly, and then, the points of light became larger and brighter, and finally turned into huge meteors......

It's an airborne warehouse!

The two sides in the battle looked up, and they were briefly startled by the sudden scene, at this moment, the fleets on both sides are fighting each other in space, how can they have time to launch orbital airborne, not to mention that the space marines on both sides are currently on the surface......

"Boom-"

The airborne compartment spewed recoil flames in mid-air, and after a slight slowdown, it smashed into the ruins and the battlefield, smashing several dreadnought mechs and multiple armored vehicles directly into a twisted pile of scrap metal, and the airborne compartment itself was also not badly damaged, but the hatch still slammed open, and then the white scars of the pulse blaster and the fat launcher jumped out of it!

As pulsating bombs sweep across the battlefield, miniature nukes are ejected in all directions, setting off a new round of explosions and killings.

A new party joins!

The three-way melee begins.

……

Above the clouds, two white-and-red Thunderhawk gunboats were chasing dogfights with four purple-gold painted Thunderhawk gunboats, although the term "dogfight" was not appropriate for such a large flying vehicle, as the Thunderhawk gunboats were an orbital transport landing vehicle, and their large size made it difficult for them to make complex maneuvers, especially in the planet's atmosphere.

However, their driver is a white scar.

Rolling, pulling, diving...... The improved combat cannon fired wildly, shells shuttled between the wings and turbofans, the crimson beams of light of the turbolaser cannon pierced through the clouds, and the six gunboats chased after me, tearing the clouds apart and setting off the wake.

Fu Qinghai, who was in the cabin, was now bitter and couldn't speak.

The emperor's son is fighting a civil war again!

It was originally a happy thing, but the timing of the cut into the battlefield was not chosen by Fu Qinghai himself, as soon as the Suzheng and the Liema approached the industrial world of Hovia, they were discovered by the two fleets of the emperor's son.

The six warships that were originally entangled together for life and death, it seemed that after a short exchange, they instantly turned their guns and attacked the White Scar fleet together, and the Suzheng only had time to hurriedly release a batch of airborne warehouses and two Thunderhawk gunboats, and then started a naval artillery confrontation with the emperor's fleet over the track.

Fu Qinghai pushed open the side hatch of the Thunder Eagle gunboat, and the raging wind instantly poured into the engine room, he glanced down, and the two gunboats had gradually approached the center of the battlefield of the Emperor's civil war, so he yelled in the communication channel:

"Lower the altitude, leave the other gunboats alone, release the Space Marines first to land, and then return to the battleship!"

The two white-and-red painted Thunderhawk gunboats sank abruptly, instantly breaking away from the chasing dogfights with the other four gunboats, with the gunboat's rapid dive, all the scenery on the ground became bigger and bigger in his eyes, and after dropping to a certain height, Fu Qinghai turned around and waved his hand at the Space Marines behind him:

"Jump bag flyer, follow me!"

After saying that, he was the first to jump out of the cabin.

The assault team equipped with a jetpack jumped out of the gunboat one after another after Fu Qinghai, and the two huge turbofans behind it spewed out turbulent air currents, and after gliding in the air for a certain distance, the white-scarred warrior wielding a chainsaw sword fell from the sky.

In just a moment, they were caught in a chaotic battle!

Fu Qinghai rolled on the spot, dodged the thick laser that came from the shot, and the warm and smoking black dirt was lifted, and in an instant, another high-explosive grenade landed beside him.

"Boom-"

The earth undulated and splashed like waves, Fu Qinghai was also thrown away by the impact and shock waves, the jetpack spewed out a recoil current to help him stabilize his body, the moment his feet landed, he simply drew his knife and slashed diagonally, and the helmet of an emperor's son split into two halves, revealing the paste structure of the skull contents.

"White Scar, Draw Closer to Me!"

Fu Qinghai shouted in the communication channel.

With that, blazing white flames and large currents of air erupted from behind him, propelling him forward and flying in a parabolic trajectory over the head of a Predator tank, accompanied by lasers and explosive bombs fired around him.

When he landed, he knocked down an emperor warrior fiercely, and the two hugged each other and rolled together, and when Fu Qinghai climbed up neatly, he easily pulled the fighting short sword out of the face of the emperor warrior, bringing out a tuft of dirty blood.

As soon as he stood up, the heavy explosive shells in all directions smashed his armor shell to pieces, the kinetic energy and impact were absorbed by the vibranium lining, Fu Qinghai bowed his body, raised his sword to protect his helmet, Force Perception and Lyman's Ear were difficult to provide effective help in this chaotic battlefield, he felt the earth shake, it was the footsteps of bipedal vehicles......

"Bang-"

The incomparable huge force slammed into his chest, causing him to fly backwards in an instant, and the frontal cuirass turned into sharp fragments in the blue arc of the splitting force field and shot out in all directions, and Fu Qinghai saw the power fist raised high and the purple gold painted dreadnought mecha in front of him.

The plasma cannon mounted on the right hand of the dreadnought mecha had already lit up with blue light, and the jetpack behind Fu Qinghai's back spewed flames again, pushing him away from a distance, and then the blue pillar of light flashed, and the jetpack instantly vaporized in half, bursting out flames and black smoke.

Fu Qinghai fell to the ground, and the jetpack with damage to his back "clicked" to unlock and detached, and he immediately pulled out the plasma pistol on his waist and gave the dreadnought a slurry, forcing the other party to turn around and dodge, and eroded a pit on the side of the fuselage.

At this time, a thin red beam of light lit up, and it was shooting directly at the pilot sarcophagus of the dreadnought mecha, and yellow flames and a scream suddenly burst out from the gap, Fu Qinghai turned his head to see that Qiao Shida was standing in place with a deflagration assault gun in one hand.

On the other side, Lin Yu and Sutter Farran were coming quickly, followed by the white scar warriors of the brigade, running briskly while shooting around with the help of cover.

It's messy, it's messy!

Originally, the two sides of the emperor and the prince were ambushes to ambushes, and no one had complete control of the battlefield, but now that White Scar hastily joined, the scene was even more chaotic, and the two sides who had been fighting fiercely on the ground battlefield for a long time were not so easy to turn their guns to the outside world.

However, there are only more than 200 people with white scars, the number is too small, and they have not been able to make many waves when they break into such a huge battlefield, but Fu Qinghai's goal is actually very clear, and there is only one person - "Soul Cutter" Ai Duolong!

From the very beginning of the battle on the scale of the enemy's engagement, he knew that it was impossible to completely annihilate the enemy, and even if he rushed into the battlefield recklessly, it would be difficult to retreat with all his might, but he still led the Space Marines to attack without hesitation.

The melee continued, but the White Scar Warriors used communication channels to communicate in tandem, and the quality of individual soldiers was stronger, and they gradually converged into a strand and began to move closer to the center of the battlefield.

……

Eldoron had been slaughtered in the vanguard of the Arcorion, his hair charred and hung on his scabbed scalp, his bare skin blistering red.

Even so, he still shouted and laughed heartily, and the noise warriors on both sides of him were also highly excited, resonating strongly with the blasphemous music spectrum that was blowing up to the sky, allowing the sound waves to spread freely, and even screaming himself.

The Phoenix Guards gave up protecting Arcolion, collectively launched a short teleportation, disappeared in an instant, and then appeared next to the Noise Warriors, and the power halberd slashed through an undodgable flash arc, slashing four or five Noise Warriors to the ground.

Suddenly, Adoron took a deep breath, his throat bulging, and all the noisy warriors across the battlefield stretched open their twisted and swollen throats, and then invisible sound waves spread in all directions, and the air split apart with a death howl.

In an instant, dust scattered, flames went out, and armor dented...... The towers were razed to the ground, the Rand Raiders and Predator Tanks were overturned, and everything around them was shattered by the psionic energy and chanting of the noisy warriors in unison.

Blood-red debris erupted from the cracks in the Phoenix Guard's armor and fell to death, and Acorion, who was in the middle of the psionic roar, instantly atomized into tiny particles, flying in the air, scattered everywhere as if blown by a hurricane.

The Noise Warriors kept screaming, facing their backs to the sky, opening their mouths wide and swallowing more poisonous rain.

Adoron drank the most and screamed the loudest, his roar tearing muscles away from his bones, venom tumbling and boiling within him, pain making him even more obsessive.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white-scarred warrior with tattered armor, leading a group of warriors to rush towards him, the other party was not wearing a helmet, and the cuirass was all shattered, revealing the black lining that was still brand new inside, through the rain of bullets, and his firm eyes were firmly locked on himself.

"What? White scars? ”

Adoron laughed out loud:

"My subordinates are defeated, and they dare to come and die?"

With that, he felt his neck muscles begin to swell to a larger size, throbbing like venom-filled sacs until they were about to burst.

Haha, the white scar who didn't know whether he was alive or dead didn't see the miserable fate of Acorion, still rushing towards this side...... "Soul Cutter" Adoron, his teary eyes flashed with ecstasy, his desire was pushed to mindless mania, the organ grille on his chest melted into the liquid flesh, he could feel his vocal cords burning, and the flesh between his throat swelled and bulged again......

Suddenly!

The white-scarred warrior in the distance raised his right hand in this direction, his index finger and thumb bent, his palm clasped and clenched, and he made a choke-locking gesture in the air.

Adoron felt his throat ......

In an instant, it was clenched by an invisible force!

"Don't speak!"

Fu Qinghai's eyes showed a fierce light and said fiercely.

On Adoron's neck, the lump of flesh that had already swelled to the limit was slowly, little by little, tightened, squeezed, and strangled...... Fu Qinghai raised his arm, and Adoron's huge body also hung in the air, his legs kept kicking, his hands were desperately scratching around his neck, but he couldn't touch anything, and the bulging transformation throat was still choked by the invisible force until ......

Fu Qinghai's index finger and thumb suddenly clenched.

"Smack!"

There was an explosion.

The throat cracked like a balloon filled with water, mixed with pink pipes and metal shards, spilling all around and down the organ grille on his chest.

A huge gap appeared in Adoron's neck, even exposing his cervical vertebrae, Fu Qinghai let go of his palm, lowered his arm, and Adoron's body fell to the ground with a "pop", splashing the dirty chemical sludge of Hovia's industrial world.

All of this happened in an instant, and the few remaining noise warriors around were shocked by the scene in front of them before they could follow their lead singer to agitate psionic soundwaves.

The Force locks the throat!

…………