Maxim lifted his leg and kicked the heavily armed minion so hard that its limbs twisted and the metal skeleton was kicked out of its gray skin.

Its modified heavy weapon arm fell to the ground, and the smoking muzzle still spewed out fierce tongues of fire, but it was no longer a greater threat.

Just now, Maxim led his squad to storm the rampart, and in a matter of minutes, they took out eleven of the guards who had been placed here in a matter of minutes, amid Igor's leading roar and the turning of the chainsaw sword.

Oh—it's not—he drew his chainsaw sword and stabbed it into the stomach of the assassin who had swooped out overhead, and as the motor jagged and tossed the internal organs and spine into a cloud of red and white, Maxim's other hand drew his gun and fired several shots into the head of the last guy who was about to attack Igor, the reinforced skull bursting like a smashed hard-shelled fruit, then shattering to the ground and clanging against their solid armor.

The walls of the ramparts were thick enough, but the light was getting poor under the interference of pipe smoke and other things, and Maxim's eyepiece readings were changing drastically.

He saw Syras's muzzle spew out a long line of flames in a direction he couldn't see, and the fire from the opposite side was fierce and accurate, and a series of sparks and armor fragments splashed on Syras's power armor, and his brother fell.

"Hold on!" Maxim shouted, and at the same time rushed to Syras, glancing at his panel - Syras was alive, but the thing that attacked him was too fast and deadly, and it was certainly not an armed servant or-

A large black shadow pounced on him with the smell of rotten metal and blood, moving extremely fast, Maxim's fingers instinctively pulling the trigger before he could make a decision, but the other party flashed it all with ease.

He was crushed to the ground, one arm stuck under him along with the blaster, the handle of the chainsaw sword tilted to the other side—the other man was dressed in dark iron-colored tattered power armor stained with soot, the respirator grid twisted into a row of shiny and strange teeth, and on a helmet that resembled some kind of knight's visor, eyepieces like blood-red crystals flashed at him with a malicious light—

It's the Iron Warriors.

The traitor raised the power axe.

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Sixty minutes after being blasted into the frenzied electronic magic sound of head to toe criticism by Elder Kadomo, the dazed recruits were driven into the central training hall by Daring Do with a lightning whip on the back of their buttocks.

There, in the layers of ramparts and trenches, a group of veterans of the eternal long war carefully selected by the Second Company were waiting for them.

A powerful battle cry rang out.

Then, the two teams, dressed in training armor and using training weapons, had a pleasant and fruitful five-hour high-intensity shooting, confrontation and melee simulation training.

In the end, the frightened recruits were herded into the mock chess room next door to the hall (in order to keep enough distance, Ramizane had to claim that he was going to the observation room on the upper level of the training hall to inspect the veterans' training of the recruits and wait until their training was over), and experienced the miraculous arithmetic ability of the ancient dreadnought - the new commander of the 10th Company performed different battles with 28 recruits at the same time, and undoubtedly won dozens of victories.

Destiny Steel

Before dinner time

The corpses of the 10th Company were all over the field.

Returning from the newly opened library, Julius and Parogov, who had come to visit them, saw the scene of neatly lying corpses.

"The God Emperor is above." The two Astartes carefully kept their tactical movements and walked into the room, "What's wrong with you guys?" Brothers. ”

At first, no one answered, but after a while, a weak voice finally replied.

"As you can see, we are not very active for the time being, my Lyman's ears are still ringing, the God Emperor bless it - Master Hongsuo is said to have a mission and will not be able to come."

"So the Commander of the Tenth Company, Master Kaidomo, is extra kind enough to let us come back and rest for 20 standard points."

"Fortunately, Master Kadomo received an urgent order to leave, otherwise two more rounds, I think my feigned death meninges would have come in handy."

"Don't say things you shouldn't say, I don't want to be sat down by you. His Excellency the Company Commander has said that the punishment for daring to complain about him is to personally go to the main sewage pipe in the living quarters. The person who spoke couldn't help but shudder after speaking.

"Parogov, you're just in time - ah, my brain, my brain, it hurts when I speak, why don't you come and check it out for us."

A silent Parogov stepped forward, and although as an unofficial apothecary, he had not yet acquired his apothecary's white armor, the red spiral had been painted on his helmet, shoulder armor, and knees.

The pharmacist's new apprentice, after all of his remodeling surgeries, now had extremely pale hair, which had been shaved short to the top of his skull, and an unusually determined and benevolent pair of eyes that anyone could feel at a glance with determination, strength, and the support and peace of mind that it brings.

He seized the time with swift and steady movements, and did a quick physical examination for each of his fighting brothers.

"It's not a big deal, it's mainly about overusing your brain, and your brain is suffering from some overclocking that shouldn't be tolerated. Indeed, after a 20-minute break, you will be fully recovered. He said a little strangely as he stood up and put away his equipment, "But I can't think of anything on a safe warband battle barge that would need to use your brains like this." Theoretically, our bodily functions are designed to adapt both our bodies and our brains to high-intensity continuous combat. ”

Igor smiled strangely, "You haven't met our new company commander yet, have you?" ”

"Who? Is that what you call Master Cademo? Wait, Cademo? Master Cadomo? He'd been guarding the Warlord's office before—hadn't he been buried in the Sacred Sarcophagus? ”

"Exactly," Igor said, moving his shoulders as he stood up, "and in fact, he is our new company commander, responsible for teaching and training us. ”

"Although I'd love to say, recruit training? A fearless elder? Does this make sense...... Oh, but considering we were ...... too"

"That's right, like our previous Elder," Vitaliye continued, sighing, "and there really should be no one in the warband who has more knowledge of history and combat experience than Elder Kadomo—in every way, I actually feel very terrified that such an ancient and noble Venerable should not be so easily awakened for the sake of our business." ”

"Indeed." The battle brothers all nodded in agreement, "Although most of the veterans of the warband are really short-tempered and unspeakable, and always have a lot of criticism about our size...... But their fighting skills are unmatched...... Today's combat training and simulation is so realistic! Hearty! When I fought against veterans in specially made pseudo-armor, I almost thought I was fighting a real enemy of the Empire, a shameful betrayer! ”

"It must be because they have fought the wicked and depraved men, the abominations, the traitors of Istban so many times in their glorious and long expeditions, that they know so well how they fight."

"Originally, I had some idea ......of us joining a new warband," Maxim bowed his head in shame as he had argued with Julius, "but now I am so fortunate to be among such ancient and glorious warriors who have allowed us to join in their glorious and courageous expedition as the end of our own expedition!" Destruction is salvation! With honor! The head of all brothers! （Primus inter pares！ Obey or die! (OBEY OR DIE！ )”

"Destruction is salvation! With honor! The head of all brothers! （Primus inter pares！ Obey or die! (OBEY OR DIE！ The monks of the 10th Company bowed their heads at the same time, chanting their past and present battle cries together.