Baptism of Fire, Strike Cruisers, Destroy the Eagles' Lair, the only three Battle Cruisers of the Ultramarines are an invaluable asset, even if they want to wash away the hatred of the Red Pirates, they should not have sent such a precious Ancient Barge.

The spirit of this ancient, 4-kilometer-long cruiser of terracotta steel and fine gold houses the Destruction Eagles, who will never stop soaring until the world collapses and can no longer land.

This self-destructive tendency is perverted and insane, but it has been spread in this Astarte Order, and only death can lead to life, and a large number of tombstones, bones, prayers, and scriptures form the core idea of this star-troop warband.

Although they still adhere to the logic and rules of the Ultramarines, the tactical planning and fate planned by the Astarte Holy Codex, which Killiman "approves of".

At the heart of his ship, the giant fell to one knee and removed his helmet, revealing his battered cheeks and a few brutal metal spikes, and the environment was even more bizarre, filled with countless pitch-black runes, large and small, of countless battles, but not of victory, but of death.

The Battle Priest shouted as they held their relics aloft, a golden carved sword of great power. "Sergeant of the Destruction Eagle, the head of the Fourth Company, you have made great contributions to the Emperor, and at this moment, you will get it, Silent Falcon, the blade of the first regimental leader!"

The armored grids emitted a low, gentle roar, and the war brothers sang the songs they had brought from their homeland, the Ghost Peak, long and roaring, mad and holy beside the pitch-black obsidian slabs.

"Many heroic spirits gather here, I swear, I recognize, I am destined to take the underworld as a journey, but also the danger as a homecoming, this life will not change."

"Praise the Emperor!"

The war brothers chanted in unison. "Praise the Emperor!"

At the end of the ceremony, the dignity was still there, and the war brothers were not like individual unordered war bands like pigs and dogs, but the camaraderie was still there, and when the non-commissioned officer stepped out of the hall, his teammates leaned sideways against him.

"Sir, no offense, but best wishes you, and the Silent Falcon."

"The supreme honor also represents death, holy relics, and the ticket to the return of life." He was blunt, and indeed he was, that the Silent Falcon represented death, a long sleep, not just the enemy, but the bearer himself.

"I'm not afraid, it's just—" Master Chief said his only concern and uneasiness, which was what the Sun Lord had told him, the return of the Primordial.

It is against the genes and dogma of the Eagles of Destruction to steal their lives, they are strong because of death, they live because of mourning, the living are for prayer and admiration for death, death is the end of honor and return, and he has the thoughts of living until the day when the words of the Sun Lord are fulfilled.

When his thoughts were not pure, he was ordered to assist the expedition of the Astral Legion, and now he is the principle of his brothers leading by example, and he is also the inheritor of the way of hope.

But when he looked at his new sword, the thought was completely dissipated, his fate was sealed, so he had to move forward on the right path, not hesitate.

At this moment, the non-commissioned officer's thoughts are both Astarte's strengths and weaknesses, and when that strong will betrays, Astarte's loyalty to Zhigaotian is often extremely high, and the creed of the former warband and the love of the Empire are mixed with it, making it even more difficult for those traitors to return to the embrace of the Empire.

As a result, the betrayal of the Space Marines is extremely pathetic, and even the most tolerant warband cannot bear to turn their brothers into the darlings of Chaos.

But the brother said. "Sir, you changed when you touched that mortal, we can all feel it, why?"

"I can't tell you, at least not right now, don't be curious, a lot of things aren't as clear as possible." Astarte's Master Chief withdrew his thoughts, but the answer remained so cold that it diluted the joy of the blade he had just received.

When the non-commissioned officer realized this, he was about to open his mouth to defend something, and a buzzing roar, representing the warning and notice of war, appeared in the battleship, ordering the current members of the Destruction Eagle Warband to approach the bridge.

His justification was also bankrupt, and he could only go and bring his jetpack to organize the troops, and approach the assembly point in an orderly manner.

The well-dressed Astartes were arranged in an orderly manner, and the master chief wore red helmets and held sharp blades, and honor and victory were gathered here with their fate.

"Fourth Company Report." Master Chief said

"Fifth Company Report." The Rasters of the Space Marine in the second row make a sound.

"Sixth Company Report." The company of the third platoon reported.

And they are gathered by the priests of the Destruction Eagle Company, the evangelists of the Empire's faith, and the key to the continuation of their spirit of life to the dead.

It can be said that in a unit as much as the Destruction Eagle, which values tradition and faith, this one has the honor and status of the commander of the second battle, and his gentle and high-pitched voice is like that of a falcon, and although he wears a helmet like a laurel wreath, you can imagine that his face is probably delicate and handsome.

But he is definitely not a waste of martial arts, the Astartes of the empire are the elite of the mortals, the elite of the elite, the super soldier who has been instilled in the beliefs and thoughts of the warband and transformed into a complex transformation.

In this empire that worships force, angels and demigods are not just based on the genetic seeds and modifications that flow in their bodies, they are each a finely crafted killing machine, and all their good and bad are born for slaughter.

The noble priest looked at his brothers and said. "For the sake of the Emperor, brothers, we have received information from the Sun Lord of the Imperial Guard, which is very important, and it involves a blood feud in this star region."

"All the loyalists evacuated from this sector have been taken by the Imperial Worlds in the current star field, the three star sectors, as "items" or "loot". ”

"The agricultural world Wiener uses their flesh and blood as fertilizer to grow crops and enrich the land."

"The world of the nest uses those loyalists as food for the lower classes to meet the huge material needs."

"Mina Tilia is the most vicious and cruel in the casting world, so she uses them to meet the needs of genetic modification, casting a large number of war zombies, beasts, and more mess."

The disgusting feeling of such atrocities in the priest's voice was even stronger, and even the Eagles of Destruction soaring through the sky, Astarte were slightly moved.

The compatriots of the Empire are slaughtered and spoiled like this, and they will also have emotions in their hearts, but the Space Marines don't like to show those things, of course, this is also a matter of warband culture...

Master Chief interrupted the priest at this moment, he asked. "Are they defiling death?"

Hatred after the priest revealed his voice. "Yes, that's right."

The Space Marines, giants wrapped in honor and war, are restless, and even the Destruction Eagles, who are civilized in order and order, are physiologically uncomfortable with the disgusting heresy.

"Emperor," the Master Chief exclaimed.

The pastor said. "The Imperial Guard from Partolia is attacking the enemy's troops, as well as the titanium aliens who have been temporarily incorporated and defected to the Empire."

"But the attack of the ground forces has been slow, and the enemy's defenses are far greater than expected, and it is the power left by the interconnection of the three worlds, and the gathering and accumulation of large quantities of materials, so that the Imperial Guard has little ability to capture Minatilias in a short time."

"They need real invading forces, the blades of the Empire, that is, we, brothers, the time is up."

The call of war is like a strong hurricane that engulfs people, even demigods, and in the moment of life and death of the empire, people have to do whatever it takes to survive.

The Battle Priest talks about tactics, and generally speaking, it should be the War Leader who plans here, not him, but in this universe, people are often separated, and it is not without precedent for them to hold multiple positions.

"Now the enemy's core firepower is entangled in the combined force attack of the Imperial Guard, led by Partoria, mixed with Ti Heterogeneous and about 3 Imperial Guard infantry regiments plus artillery regiments, a huge group of 340,000 people, like the wrath of the Empire spread throughout the world."

"And the most important place to attack now is the core of the main nest, where a total of 100,000 people are participating in the crazy meat grinder, and we only need to enter the battlefield through vehicles as usual, and then spread our wings, fly over enemy walls and castles, and attack the city defenses in its core area."

"Because the Imperial Guard has occupied the area, this operation will be the Thunderhawk gunboat to take you down, the emperor bless, let the enemy blood be spilled in the wilderness."

"And we are both the falcons of the emperor and the nightmare of heresy, like a natural disaster."

The war brothers are high-pitched. "Disaster has struck!"

Master Chief only felt the smell of gunsmoke rushing from the ground to his nose, it was the blurred existence of an actual substance called war, his mind was a little chaotic, but he still went to the armory to prepare his things.

His fingers stroked the jetpack, and the touch brought by the electronic fiber bundle allowed him to feel the vague feel through the pottery steel, his old comrades-in-arms, whose wings were still hard since he joined the group, were also his understanding when he was confused.

When the strike cruiser arrives in the expected star system, the Space Marines are dressed in equipment and methodical, and in groups of four, they enter the interior of the Thunderhawk gunship.

At this moment, the black-brown world came into view, and the well-informed space marines were also surprised for a moment, normally the color of the casting world should be like a desert, but such a metallic color means that its extremely terrifying nest covers an area.

In this way, it is not to blame that the Imperial Guard cannot take this place, such a terrible castle area must have a large amount of equipment to defend against the arrival of war.

The Master Chief broadcasts his voice to the entire 4th Company with communications equipment. "Don't worry, the Imperial Guard has already strategized a part of the area, and there will not be many obstacles to landing."

Having said that, the war has not been decided, and there may be some accidents, and the non-commissioned officer has felt thirsty for the battlefield for the first time for a long time, and his expectations were pure before, but now they are mixed with a lot of fear of death.

Once one has an expectation, the speed of wielding the sword will slow down, and the Master Chief laughed inwardly at his own thoughts, and once again denied his own talent for humor, until the engine of war roared, and the restlessness made the veteran feel warm and habitual.

After the Thunderhawk gunboat tore through the sky, the complex mechanical nests on the ground intertwined with the vast desert, and although the gentleness had not yet entered the gunboat, it was also a visible discomfort to the naked eye.

Born in the mountains, the Destruction Falcon has not forgotten the feeling of their home planet, such a desert is not suitable for them to fight, but a vital element for mortals, and it is no longer trivial in the face of power armor and superhuman body and will.

Thunder Eagle's G-power is more of a massage for them, and it doesn't matter, and the things hovering in the air are quickly detected by the bird divination, the anti-aircraft cannon twists the matrix, and the gears click, but because of the superhuman-level physique, Thunder Eagle can make many rather exaggerated evasion actions.

Enemy counterattacks were not a problem for the Space Marines, and those angelic devices also caught the attention of the Partolian soldiers, and the skull markers flying over this brutal meat grinder, individual veterans shouted.

"Angel?!"

The words were passed on to the hundreds, and the calls and shouts replaced the almost numbing siege and grinding, and the Imperial Guard was ignited with a flame of hope, and the angels of the emperor lived up to their expectations, and the shot of the damned heretical equipment on the city walls was strafed by the gunboat pilot with a beautiful support, and countless large-caliber explosives instantly turned the heresy into blood.

The larger equipment, handled with the combat cannon behind the gunboat, cleared the familiar sound area in the communicator and awakened the mind of the Master Chief, who put on his helmet and covered his face, erasing all his personality and sensibilities as a human being, living only as a weapon of war.

He looked up and watched as the gunboat opened its transport compartment and jumped down with the soldiers, the jetpack ignited, the giants fell like angels, and the squad skillfully fired high-value heavy fireteams with explosive pistols, each shot of concurrent flames took a life, and when those terrible angels fell to the ground, the towering hive walls of the Mechanics to be exact, a fierce battle cry shouted.

"Disaster has struck!"

The cultists instantly flowed blood from their noses, pupils, and ears, as if they had been hit head-on by a shock bomb, and then the boom of the chainsaw sword instantly tore dozens of defenders to pieces.

Colonel Partoria looked at the angels with mixed emotions, they had worked hard for days to understand that the group of demigods had landed in ten minutes, and in just an instant, the enemy's core defense was reduced by half.

The Master Chief wipes the blood of the heretics on the Power Sword, opens the door to the world of the Hive, and allows the Imperial Guard to enter easily...

(End of chapter)