Extreme Star Field, Baal Main Star.

The scorching sun wind whistled through the sand and dust, and as far as the eye could see, there were endless sand dunes.

The sun scorched the earth, and the distant landscape became a little distorted as the temperature rose.

"It's already a death star."

Alexander grabbed a handful of sand and opened his palms as the sand flew high into the air instead of falling into the ground.

There are basically no traces of human civilization on the surface of the main planet of Baal, and the rest are half-bare ruins.

"It was the war that completely destroyed this place, and the desert was full of strong radiation fallout that was deadly to ordinary people."

Magnus used psionic energy to prop up a space.

Even the air here is foul, with viruses and chemical toxins.

"The surface of its two moons is all glassy, which should have been two heavenly stars, and it was the civil war that caused all this."

Magnus saw the past with psionic energy.

During the Dark Ages, a subspace storm swept here.

In order to compete for the resources of the main planet of Baal, in order to keep themselves alive, the two heavenly stars broke out such a tragic civil war.

But in the end, none of them survived.

"Using this as a conscription planet, I'm afraid that the Ninth Legion's military resources will be insufficient for a long time."

Alexander turned back to the Thunderhawk gunboat.

The two of them climbed to Barr in person, searching for a source of rancid and bloody blood.

As things stand, they seem to be hidden deeply.

"Let's go, let's go to the next place."

Magnus boarded the ship and ordered his own heirs, and the Thunderhawk gunboat spat fire and quickly lifted into the air.

The same image is repeated in many parts of the planet.

Nearly a hundred Thunderhawk gunboats and the warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion formed a large net, carefully sifting through everything on the planet.

"Hey bro, you look a lot taller than us."

The wizard of the Thousand Sons Legion struck the Thunder Warrior's adamantite breastplate twice with a staff bell.

The two stood together as if there was the difference between a muscular man and an ordinary person.

"I was that tall."

"Well, I mean hundreds of years ago."

Bucaret can't remember what he was like before he was transformed into a Thunder Warrior.

Now that the emperor has reformed him again, he is taller than the forbidden army.

In addition, each of the Thunder Warriors receives their own set of Adamantite Power Armor, Storm Heavy Explosive Shotguns, and exclusive melee weapons.

In the past, they couldn't even touch these exquisite equipment, and they just put on some half-body armor and rushed to the battlefield.

Although the Adamantine Power Armor is not as good as the Yaojin Armor of the Forbidden Army, it is also much better than the Taogang Armor.

"Brother, you must cover me later."

The Thousand Sons knew what they were going to face next, and the stench of the subspace was already about to rush into their nostrils.

When they exerted their spiritual powers, a group of comrades-in-arms more than three meters tall appeared around them, and their sense of security was bursting.

"Just stand behind us."

Bucaret replied nonchalantly.

Veterans left over from the War of Unification still have their own arrogance even in the face of Space Marines.

The rest of the Thunder Warriors on the Thunderhawk gunboat had been checking their heavy blasters, power swords, or power axes to avoid any unexpected situations on the battlefield.

This is the first battle after the reorganization of the Thunder Warriors, and if something goes wrong, I'm afraid it's a pity that such an advanced weapon is in hand.

"Brother, I don't have the habit of hiding behind others, we fight side by side."

The Thousand Sons Wizard could tell that the Thunder Warriors didn't care about them.

Faced with too many ignorant brothers, the Thousand Sons still tried to explain to them patiently.

"What we're going to face next, I'm afraid we can't deal with them with a blaster alone."

"That's it."

The sorcerer with the staff took out the psionic book from his bosom and showed it to them.

"Books? Oh no, it's knowledge, and I know that knowledge is the most powerful force, my company commander told me. ”

Bucaret snapped the blaster into his waist and reached for a book from his power pack.

"What?"

The Qianzi were a little surprised.

This kind of muscular man actually carries books with him like them, and he also likes to read.

"Imperial truth, haven't you read it? I've sent you. ”

As if he had lost a heavy burden, Bucaret was handed over to Chiko with his belt.

"Hehe, we've been through too many wars, and sometimes the weapons in our hands are the truth of the empire."

A book crammed into a power backpack can be two less magazines on the battlefield.

The Thunder Warriors did not dare to complain about their company commander, Kabu Eric, but did not prevent themselves from passing on the book to their comrades.

Anyway, it would be nice to go back and make up for it after the war.

"Brother, can you add two more to my magazine."

Bucaret looked at Chiko with a friendly face, holding the handle of the power hammer in his hand, and you wouldn't refuse me, right?

The Thousand Sons Wizard looked at the Imperial Truth in his hand in confusion, raised his head and stared at the tall and strong Thunder Warrior, and he was immediately relieved.

Well, such a book is in line with their image.

"Enough ammo, Skafen, add two more magazines to my brother."

"Yes."

The corners of Scarfin's mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Brother, I also think this thing is the truth of the Empire."

Skafin pulled out two single magazines from the Thunderhawk gunboat's ammunition bay and inserted them into the power pack himself.

Like Magnus, the Legion of the Thousand Sons is aware of the existence of the Empire's truth, but it is only necessary for the time being.

So in their eyes, a book of imperial truth may not be as powerful as two magazines.

"Brother, my name is Bucaret."

Squad Leader Bucaret solemnly introduced himself to the Thousand Sons, but his eyes were fixed on the ammunition bay.

Every Thunder Warrior who struggles to survive in the nest basically suffers from a phobia of insufficient firepower.

No, it should be said that it is a poor disease, without him, the life in the past was too hard.

Integrating a warrior who can only fight into civilian life requires a lot of time and money to repair his body.

It's a terrible feeling to be extremely poor.

"Olmuz, it's my name."

Chiko, with the staff in hand, returned to his place and sat down, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Olmuz thought he had finally found a brother who liked psionic knowledge, but it turned out to be unsatisfactory.

"Okay, Brother Olmuz, I think my guys should need two magazines as well."

Bucaret pointed his thumb behind him, and the other Thunder Warriors immediately understood, and they all pulled out their imperial truths and stuffed them into the hands of the Thousand Sons.

These veterans, who have fought fiercely for decades and have been crawling in society for more than 100 years, can all be called talents.

They often survive the most dangerous battles to the death, but they are able to complete their missions in unexpected ways.

The Thousand Sons were momentarily overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of their brothers' troops, and looked back at Olmuz, seeing that he didn't even want to say anything but waved his hand.

The Thousand Sons had no choice but to accept the Imperial Truth one after another and replace the Thunder Warriors with two magazines.

Bucaret sat back in his place, his eyes narrowly on Olmuz.

According to the information provided by the company commander, Bucaret knew that this was called Olmuz Wizard, and his twin brother Ahriman was one of the more famous warriors in the Thousand Sons Legion.

It is highly likely that there will be a competition for the position of company commander.

The staff held by Olmuz appears to be a staff, but it is a power hammer with a variety of abilities and a strange shape.

Years of wandering have taught every Thunder Warrior the importance of intelligence and knowledge.

They may not like to read Imperial Truth, but it must not be said that they do not learn.

Otherwise, without a certain amount of knowledge to save themselves, their bodies would have collapsed long ago, and it would be impossible to hold on to today.

"Sit down, brothers, we're about to reach our destination."

The Thunderhawk gunboat sped through Baal, carefully searching every coordinate according to the battleship's scan of the surface.

Right now, their team will crash-land on one of the few human ruins in the desert.