The Baptismal Flame was crowded with people, and the entire steel giant was in combat mode, and the quartermaster servants slowly stuffed a large number of projectiles, fuel, and supplies, for mortals, and space marines, into the drop bay with the rickety and old and dilapidated mechanical power arm.

Mortal minions run around, donning badges of honor or equipping their masters with various holy relics, and warriors hold their heads high, enjoying the almost deathly silence of the pitch-black void.

The incense burner was lit, the smoke was filling, the assault team and tactical team had been formed, the haze from Ghost Peak was ready to go, and the soldiers who had been guided by the Emperor's Grace were receiving the last instructions from the company commander.

At this time, outside the Xuan window, many space sites and dock fortresses that were suddenly bombarded by low-earth railguns to the wreckage were in disarray, which not only dispelled the idea of the Destruction Eagle pressing forward, but also made them realize that there was something in this world.

Alien heretics, demonic pollution, and so many enemies of the Empire, all of them murderous, greedy, twisted and grotesque, the Holy Angel pleaded with the Emperor, and now the light has dissipated, and it is still alive.

Ready to march on the enemy with weapons and guns at all times, Brother Astarte stepped into his iron-forged wings, ready to soar at a speed that mortals could not endure.

Many brothers sang the ancient war song on the ghost peak according to the customs of the war group, thick and wild, calm and bloody at the same time, said the company commander Yu Non-commissioned Officer on the armory observation platform. "It seems that things are not as smooth as imagined, and this universe will always be like this."

"We have to give up maintaining warships, but this world can still be used as a springboard for war."

"But I'm not sure, it looks like there are no warships here, only a few small civilian ships, how did they get here, how did they break through, are they traitors or aliens?"

Master Chief replied. "Yes, we can't form a force that can focus on specialized equipment, but I still know that this operation is mainly to take down the Star Word Array, and if that artifact is not complete, we will be trapped on this planet."

"Of course, it's much better than being trapped in the void, but war doesn't wait for us, missed opportunities, and death, I'd rather the former."

The company commander suddenly found the report of the battleship's prophet and the information brought by the divine forecast in his eye indicator, and he quickly sorted out his thoughts and planned tactics. "Good. So with death as an oath, let's get started. He approached the railing and pressed his communication grille to boost his voice.

"Brothers!" He said, a deep voice echoing across the deck. "Once again, we are ready to fight against the dark forces that threaten the Empire."

His warriors cheered in response.

He continued to shout that "within a few minutes, the Baptistfire will enter the orbit of the main planet of Loand, and despite the terrible atmospheric conditions, based on remote ornithography scans and myths, we speculate that the planet has been invaded by heresy!" Brothers, we are facing a huge army of Imperial rebels! ”

The shouts spread throughout the ranks, and the rebel legions of mortals were not very powerful, at least most of the brothers thought, but this corrupted, chaotic power, well-trained, and lacked the firepower to threaten the Space Marines.

There is no doubt that this will be an uphill battle, and carelessness will cost them their lives.

"We have detected a large amount of debris scattered in the upper atmosphere of the planet," the company commander continued. "We've also noticed a faint subspace psionic trait, suggesting that there may be a vicious and powerful wizard in the enemy, and although we have gained an orbital advantage, we still can't afford to be careless."

"In addition, the Starlanguage Fortress in the capital remains intact, and at least some of the Imperial ground forces are still engaged with the invaders."

"But don't make the mistake of believing that all this will make our mission easier, they seem to have somehow made them evade our prophetic detection."

"Therefore, strategic intelligence is incomplete, and, as always, the enemy is much more numerous than ours, and besides, the enemy has taken control of the capital's orbital defense batteries."

"You're all going to take control of the Starlanguage Array and annihilate or delay the enemy under the command of Master Chief, while I'll lead a combat airborne with Thunderhawk to capture the Orbital Battery, while Captain Ether will use the wreckage of the Orbit as cover to save the Baptismal Flame from any backfire. ”

"Once those batteries are on our side, we'll lower the strike cruiser positions to support the bombardment, and you, with the drop bays, rush to the Star-Whispering Fortress."

"We must move quickly before the enemy can mobilize their forces, then we will triumph in the name of the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!" The warriors roared.

In the drop compartment, the Master Chief is testing weapons and making final preparations for war, the explosive magazine is clean, the trigger is normal, he is as meticulous as the machine, jumping backpacks, chainsaw swords, and many complex and valuable equipment in his hands are more natural and comfortable than the Imperial Guard's laser guns.

Once he had settled on his weapon, he put on the terracotta cladding and stretched his body to determine whether the power armor the Empire had forged for him could continue the battle, so much so that he pulled the metal nerve bundle with all his strength until it hummed and whispered.

Then he turned his gaze to the two combat brothers next to him who had just finished sorting out their equipment. "Corporal, are you ready?"

"Killing heretics? That's innate! "The giant warrior was in good spirits, the barrel of the explosive bullet was clean, and the machine spirit was active.

"Then, for the sake of this star district, for the sake of the emperor, soar!" After the Master Chief finished speaking, the violent tremors inside the airdrop warehouse, and the private server and roar were enough to make mortals temporarily deaf here.

In a matter of seconds, the drop chamber was accelerated several times and projected to the ground, essentially like a grand cannon, extremely fast and full of power, and such a huge force would continue to advance until the landing equipment was opened.

The power armor was full of power, and under the power that was fierce enough to tear apart the souls of mortals, the thick atmosphere was torn apart by the cannonball-like drop chamber, and from low earth orbit, it seemed to be torn thick black cotton, and countless light blue thunderbolts were in it, and thunderbolts continued.

The drop chamber began to slow down, and as it burst into the atmosphere, the fierce jets hissed and roared, and powerful loads began to tear apart the bodies of the Space Marines, leaving even the most powerful humans unconscious without power armor.

They sped down like missiles, and even the Master Chief had to grit his teeth at such a large burden, and in the thick clouds, complex lightning explosions flashed through the thick armor of the drop box, causing it only a negligible loss.

The weight of the deceleration was just a little lighter, and the Master Chief asked. "How about coordinate locking?"

The corporal next to him replied. "Stable, the battlefield has been locked, according to the many energy reactions and a large number of people found by the prophecy instrument, there are many chaotic rune symbols, and we are falling towards the center of the battlefield!"

The sergeant shouted. "That's just in time! Attention Squads! We are heading towards the center of this world storm, and whether we survive or not, our actions will not dishonor the banner of the warband! ”

When the airdrop warehouse broke through the cloud cover area, he opened his visual channel link, and through the high-altitude perspective of the airdrop warehouse, he saw the devastated and smoked city, corpses, despair, and war, mixed together, and swarmed in front of him.

"It seems that the city is in a late state of deterioration," he opened the communication, opening his channel to the entire strike force. "Visually confirmed that he saw that most of the city had been bombarded by earth-shaking artillery."

"Damage and prediction readings show a mixture of conventional munitions and nefarious contaminants, and at this moment the entire city has a high level of nefarious plague, prepare for personal protection."

"And the condition of the Star Fortress ...... At the moment it seems intact and defended, but a large number of traitors are attacking, and the mortal forces of the Imperial Guard are being beaten and retreating! ”

"Discover the Rail Battery!" The corporal next to him added. "Prediction readings confirm the presence of enemy forces on the scene."

"Then start the final approach," said Master Chief. "The Emperor guides our goal."

All the fighters in the communicator shouted. "The Emperor guides our goal!"

In an instant, the teams increased the thrust of the drop silos, accelerating to a near-suicidal dive, and as he did, the guns flashed between the turrets below, and the muzzle fire shone between the metal benches, illuminating the sides of the massive laser silos.

"They've found us!" Corporal said.

"But it won't save them!" Master Chief said.

Horrific bullets and arrays of lasers slammed around him, anti-aircraft shells exploded in a dirty cloud of smoke, shrapnel sparking his armor sparks. As the threat identification rune appeared in his field of vision, the alarm sounded.

Master Chief shouted. "The landing area is confirmed!" He and his warriors slipped down like lightning tearing through the sky on the filthiest and most vicious battlefields, like the light of the emperor, tearing through the thick dark clouds and falling into the quagmire of despair.

The astral arrays and the chaotic bunkers or trenches, the dead soldiers gathered into the strangest and pathetic paintings, and the Master Chief felt only anger overflowing his throat, and there was nowhere to vent.

The enemy warriors could see what was falling in the sky, ragged human cultists aiming and screaming as they fired their automatic guns into the sky, but before they could inflict real damage, the metal wings fell to the ground, smashing into deep, alarming craters.

The friction of the atmosphere made the drop chamber look slightly hot, and the red color was not paint, but high enough to make people's skin and flesh open, and the master chief heard a sentence.

"Orff Squad, cut into the enemy camp."

"Little Ryande, cut into the enemy camp."

"Bled group, cut into the enemy camp."

The Master Chief held on to the humming engine of the drop box, locked on to the enemy in advance according to the complex rune signals on the divination, and then leaned out, half-relying on the drop box as cover.

His hand clings to the metal, humming from its overheating, as he raises his assault blaster, ballistic musings and sight runes locating in his sight.

He pressed the trigger and fired a flurry of flashing and roaring explosive bullets that hit the cultists who were approaching and venting their fire.

The remaining bullets flew out along a blazing trajectory, and as each shot pierced the armor and flesh, the microcomputer loaded with its warhead detected enough surrounding mass to detonate, causing the four unfortunate Chaos Worshippers to explode in seconds, their gods' sick blessings powerless to save them.

One by one, the cultists on the ground burst out, blood splattered all over the trenches, severed limbs and stumps whirled, and their skulls exploded. Bone crushing.

In just twenty seconds, the company commander and his two combat brothers killed about a few hundred cultists and occupied the front line trenches, saving about thirty Imperial Guard soldiers, while the scattered enemy fire only scratched their armor.

The angel's arrival changed the tide of the war abruptly, the enemy's follow-up troops were surprised by the abruptness of the reinforcements, and the previous death-to-death battle with the Imperial Guard had exhausted the traitors, and the idea of retreating spread like waves among the unstable forces.

The enemy quickly retreated, and in the face of the bombs and Kamui, a small force of less than 50 men overwhelmed the enemy.

It was so powerful that many mortal soldiers knelt down, chanted the great power of the Emperor and performed the Aquila salute, as if in recognition of their faith, and the Space Marines fell as promised to save them.

Master Chief simply instructed the mortal soldiers to stop the Aquila salute and go and take out the supplies from the drop silos for storage, while he said to the other brothers. "Looks like there's no need to wait for orbital support!"

He asked the current commander of the Imperial Guard, looking at the man whose rank should be a major. "Why is the battle situation so embarrassing, although they have good weapons and training, but you are determined, and you have local support behind you."

The Major replied with a Aquila salute. "Brother Astarte, Angel, I am honored to communicate with you, I am sorry to let you see such an embarrassed appearance of the Imperial Guard, we of the 154th Regiment of Loande have a great responsibility."

"But it's not because of the ineffective troops, but they have a witchcraft that can turn people against each other with magical powers, using civilians as shields, and can also interfere with the thoughts of soldiers on the front line."

"And there is a group of rune demon soldiers who are not afraid of death in their troops, their bodies are carved with filthy demonic spells, they are not afraid of death, their equipment is refined, they have rich experience, and they often fire more than a dozen lasers at them in battles, and the monster is still not dead."

"Heretical!" The Space Marine corporal scolded viciously, and the Master Chief reprimanded. "Look calmly and pay attention."

But when he wanted to continue to ask about the clearer situation of the battle, he heard the roar of the roaring engine and his sensitive features looked at the place where the filth had emanated, the heavily modified trucks, transporting the filthy soldiers and heading here...

Master Chief immediately shouted. "Enemy attack, they're coming!"

(End of chapter)