Can the eagle fly high, pick up the scarred flying wings from the wreckage of his comrades, jump the backpack stained with mud and blood, roar in the hands of the master commander, the soul of the machine is excited, the eye indicator, load the target, the computing power is full, and the link peripherals.

With the Emperor on top, the battlefield was crushed and devastated by the Track Storm, and the Master Chief, with the assistance of the Imperial Guard, put on the jetpack and made sure that it had sufficient fuel reserves and that the core had not dissolved due to combustion overload, the Master Chief pressed the link button and picked up the wings with a slight click.

"Captain Tesk, I thank once again the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loand, for their assistance, and you and hundreds of your loyal men and women of the Empire and the many men and women who have died for them will meet you and me under the Golden Throne." Master Chief said his final goodbye.

"The Emperor is above, to serve the Destruction Eagle Warband, to be able to help a warrior like you is the ultimate honor, when this planet, this world is surrounded by heresy, we are already dead, just the torch of the Emperor flashes the light of the Emperor, drive us the living dead forward, do not suffer for the sacrifice of the Imperial Guard, to cut off the enemies of the Emperor, my lord." Captain Teske, no, the total number of Imperial Guards that Loander still insists on today is less than 30,000, and said to the angel who saved them.

Sacrifice, death, and so many other things have turned this world into a bright red sea of suffering, the importance of life overlaps with the will of human beings struggling in the dark universe, and the laughter of those chaos traitors still echoes in the atmosphere of this world and endures.

Only the glory of the Divine Emperor's rays piercing through the thousands of stars and the persistence that had exhausted the Imperial Guard's protection had so far been in vain, the eagle activated its backpack, the flames spewed, the pistons roared, and all the countless men and women who had died for the Emperor, and the sky swept across the meteors of countless Space Marines.

The Master Chief left the ground, as he had done, almost instinctively flapping his wings, leaning slightly, flying diagonally in a gorgeous arc to join the ranks of migratory birds heading to the war.

The non-commissioned officers said eagerly, raiser greetings. "Welcome back, brother."

Master Chief simply replied. "Full speed ahead, the Star Whisperers have given us the approximate coordinates, and if you want to win, you must kill that wizard!"

The Space Marines, refreshed by the return of their leader, spoke in unison in the voices of many different brothers. "Yes, for the Empire!"

The Master Chief is like a bird that will not stop, even if he is broken, he will continue to fly, if he really has the opportunity to rest, he will continue to move forward, the Star Marine is destined to play all his life for the Empire, he will not stop, so his only thought, seeing the original body back is also a real luxury.

But now he will not hesitate, he will live to die, the fate of the warband, the victory of the war, in order to continue this huge empire, even if he will be crushed by heretics, he will still move forward.

The engines roared, so the flames continued to streak across the sky, at a fast speed, and the coordinates gradually became clear, and after circling several battle lines and a distance of several kilometers, the enemy of the Empire was far more conspicuous than the Master Chief had imagined.

But there was no enemy along the way, and the Imperial Guard's abandoned equipment and the loss of those machines and engines seemed to be a huge natural disaster.

Those anomalous psionic arcs filled an area of more than a kilometer, and the powerful electrical storm even hardened the ground to coke, but the most terrifying thing was that the electricity would short-circuit most of the equipment, making it impossible for the Empire's mechanical engines to start.

The space marines fell into the ground vigilantly, but those subspace arcs were shot like pythons, free of the psionic circle, the blue energy body crackled in the air, several fighters landed, and the body adjustment was not completed, so they couldn't react, and were instantly hit by lightning, and the powerful impact made the space marines fall to the ground, the armor was cracked by the high temperature, and the wound was crispy and numb.

If mortals approached, they would probably have been shattered, and among the powerful psionic energy, the ionized machine would become a mist floating nearby, and the evil subspace energy would make those who were consciously attacking those who approached.

"Dodge!" The Master Chief suddenly shouted, dodging something, and a moment later the violent electromagnetic attack again, and the speed of almost the light flashed, and the extremely violent attack smashed a hole in the dry ground, but the Master Chief really dodged with the soldiers at this moment.

There are many unexplained things about the Space Marine's unconditional trust in their commanders, such as the Master Chief's feeling of the blurred motion of psionic energy, and he did feel the momentary touch when the Alpha Psionic and Star Whisperer used their abilities, plus the countless encounters of psionic energy during the war, which made him instinctively judge that feeling in his mind.

And he obviously hadn't awakened psionic energy before, and according to the imperial standard, he could concretize sensory psionic energy and must be at the level of psionic energy that needed to be controlled, but such a person would show abnormal conditions at an early age, and he had served for many years, so he was obviously not among them.

The other brothers also looked at the cracked ground in amazement and amazement, but they didn't think that the Master Chief in front of them was some kind of evil wizard, his bravery and will to fight proved his loyalty again and again, so... There is only one possibility.

"Emperor, it is the Emperor who guides us! Brother, you've caused a miracle, we're being guided on how to deal with the enemy of the throne, and you're truly a God's Chosen Champion! "Those who are less than twenty warriors remain, but they are more trusting in those who save them, and there is no better explanation for the situation before them.

"God's Chosen Champion!" The brothers re-emphasized and were full of confidence, and this emotion infected the Master Chief, who did not know what had happened to him, but now he was the way to break the situation.

He stepped forward, his thick organs sucking up the grumpy air, the electric current alerting the eye indicator, his fingers brushing lightly over the bright red armor on his forehead, which represented the commander's helmet, and then took off the noise.

He needed to concentrate on feeling those psionic powers, doing things that he had never done in his life, and his mind was sketched to dive into a place he had not been, a strange kind of meditation, but this place was clearly not the Supreme Heaven (subspace).

And now there is a vague answer in his mind, that is, the blood of those rune heretics and alpha-level wizards who were killed has been sucked into his body in large quantities during this time, and those psionic heretics have penetrated into the subspace connection of the bone marrow, and the curse and disgust for him before death are focused together, giving him the current psionic perception ability.

And soon, this absurd idea dissipated, and in any case, he shed his armor and lost his defenses, just to believe in this vague, twisted and terrible power ...

"Only three people, I'll lead the team, the team is too big to dodge the attack."

He is now the head of the eagles, and the fate of the remaining dozens of fighting brothers is the same as that of his command, and if the thunderbolt falls and he does not express his position immediately, then he will be the first of the brothers to die.

He pushed aside the thick layer of thunder, and countless vague electrons swept in with malice, such things are not deadly, they have not yet gathered, they are terrifying for mortals, but the space marines are not intolerant of that feeling...

It's just that in this state, the power armor completely fails, and the source power beam that fills the body is interfered with unlimitedly, and the power armor that originally provided support begins to become a burden.

"Heresy and witchcraft, disgusting!" His fellow brothers scolded that the psionic abilities here had made the area extremely unstable, that the mood of the subspace had made the Space Marines restless, and that if it was psionics or Oglicans who could resist electricity but could not necessarily ignore psionic influences, they would probably start killing each other in an inexplicable rage.

In such a vague situation, there is no communicator or divination instrument within a full kilometer of the effect, and the electromagnetic has made the most primitive compass unstable, and it is like a dark fog, and the only thing that can make the space marines clear the way is the looming feeling of the Master Chief.

But fortunately, under the strong psionic energy, the light of the master chief serious wizard was as dazzling as the stars, although it seemed distant at the moment, but a kilometer was just a dash for the space marines.

But this operation was only one kilometer but extremely ferocious, the master chief felt that the left and right spiritual energy was rolling, dozens of lightning bolts were gathering, those forces were enough to make people's skin and flesh open, the power of the Supreme Heaven completely disrespected the principles of the material world, and roughly gathered and simulated the form of real energy.

At this moment, in the sense of the Master Chief, it was like countless tiny tentacles pulling something together, and then turning into something full of malice, strong and disgusting.

"Left! Not, right? That's it! All pay attention to my actions, and act in unison! "Master Chief realized that the traditional chain of command was not up to the task, so he had no choice but to give up and test his brothers' abilities.

And the two brothers did not answer, because at this moment they were as close as twin brothers, and the brothers that the Space Marines usually talk about are by no means fake, because the first thousand sets of modified organs of each warband are cultivated by the same genetic seed, carefully selected, and absolutely pure.

The benefit of this is that Space Marines are born with a weak psionic telepathic ability, and this ability will continue to strengthen with the time they have served together, and now the Master Chief's mind can explode unbridled in his squad, and because of this.

They are brothers whose blood is thicker than water, but this relationship is also the source of the dark anger of the Holy Blood Angels who witnessed the death of their original bodies, which can only be said to be mixed...

But now, among those deadly psionic abilities, they have become a future of hope and success, and if they keep their Star Whispering abilities, the intelligence here will become the main stronghold of the confrontation between Skadi and Roaming Harbor.

Therefore, the Master Chief's steps became more and more brisk and firm, but no matter how coordinated, how foolproof, following them close to the wizard, the strength of the crazy psionic energy and the number of attacks increased, and the electricity that mortals could not tolerate made them black like a salamander warband, and faintly emitted the smell of barbecue.

Although the black carapace under the skin protected their internal organs and musculature, the Master Chief's bare eyes began to have problems, and his brother was barely able to move forward because he was wearing good armor, but the Master Chief's eyes were now beginning to make the terrifying sound of liquid evaporation!

Compared to electricity, the static position is more deadly, the feeling of death of boiling frogs in warm water and cutting with a slow knife is more devastating and suffocating, but the Space Marines are sane and determined, and they know very well that if they don't find the wizard, they will still die.

But now, the long breathing constant Star Marines can't avoid the burden of high-intensity physical power consumption, and when they finally can't bear it anymore, the non-commissioned officer shouts. "Found it!"

His eyes were no longer bright and even shriveled like monsters, just as the Emperor's Chosen Ones represented the people who were chosen by the Emperor to die to change the war, the pearls and candles of the Empire, but at the cost of doomed death.

In the aftermath of the Great Rebellion, the name of the once honorable champion was rarely inherited, because such greatness was followed by the unbearable duty of life.

The Master Chief gave up everything at this moment, forward, with his life and body, and led the team here, they broke through the last thick fog, and the suffocating confusion and the burning heat of the barbecue skin suddenly dissipated.

Just as the eye of the storm must be peaceful, in the eyes of the master chief, the powerful spiritual energy at this moment... Is it in the sky?

He said. "Heresy? In the sky? ”

The remaining two warriors were severely overloaded by the electromagnetic eye, and normally the Imperial equipment would not be so fragile, but the irresistible chaos caused by the psionic energy enveloping it caused problems for the loyal mechs, and wearing helmets at the moment hindered the effect of their superhuman vision.

The brothers explored the sky for a while, and soon made a fortune in the huge cyclone, the wizard who was dragged to a height of hundreds of meters by the psionic static position, at this moment he was no longer young, he was extremely old, covering his head in pain, and the psionic focus in his hand, that is, the staff, could no longer be found.

And such a situation made the brothers shout. "He's going to be a subspace rift!"

"Damn heretics! If demons appear in this world, our protection will be nothing! ”

"But we can't touch it! The backpack has been lost! We can't fix it..."

Master Chief retorted. "There's a way." Now that he was blind and could no longer see clearly, his psionic guidance was becoming clearer, just like the Star Whisperer, he was no longer confused, even though it was pitch black in front of him, but for the first time, the Emperor's light became so close...

"Channel your backpack fuel into my wings and ignite it with heat, and I'll be dragged by that energy to fly towards the enemy, and then tear that bastard apart with the falcon's blade!"

"Brothers—" the brothers hesitated. That would, explode ... Even if the heat doesn't kill you, the height is..."

"It's okay, I'm close to death, but I hope that the Destruction Eagle can prove that he can spread his wings at all times!" Master Chief said.

At this moment, he will no longer be confused, all the troubles are no longer hindered, helpless with this, the battle brothers can only rely on gravity to pour fuel into his backpack, and then slowly ignite, under the heat of the overload, he will prove that living to death is not false.

(End of chapter)