Destiny Steel

Starboard hangar

The Storm Eagle gunboat is ready

The wreckage exploration team is assembled

"The Stone Forger" Soltarn stood there gloomily, as the commander of the second company, he was told that he had been selected as the leader of the team building activity of "bringing the old with the new, leading the recruits to the autumn outing".

Yes, the Autumn Outing, as a veteran who had fought the Great Expedition and witnessed how the Sixteenth Legion and its commanders went from holding high the banner to destruction, Soltarn Wau-Bron felt that what he was going to do next was to lead these chirping new blood cubs to land on the insignificant wreckage of the mechanical ark for a hiking autumn outing.

Oh, Lord of Iron. He looked at the two squads that were neatly assembled in front of him, but each of the recruits inside looked as tender as unquenched bronze blocks, and thought in despair, maybe the forgiven Frix was the lucky one among us, because he could still die a heroic death in battle as a pure iron warrior anyway.

Soltarn's height had uncomfortably increased by about twenty-two centimeters over the past few years, and now he had a new vision that was very different from what he had been accustomed to in combat for the past 10,000 years.

His leg length and reach had increased accordingly, so much so that the armory had received a casting order that would not allow him to make drastic changes to his original armor, and to include a small number of tactical dreadnought parts to allow him to put on his power armor again.

His weapons have also been modified to be larger, faster, and more powerful and powerful.

Soltarn also noticed that the kind of earth affinity he originally possessed might have increased to some extent.

- Everything changes for the better, but everything changes makes Soltarn even more sullen.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, maybe he had been too pessimistic about the Father of Genes since Frix's death.

But look at the deceitful and stolen name of the first company commander of the Legion who had died, and tarnished the little pity that was left after his death, and the chaos that had been stolen from the left hand of the Father of Genes———

Ironheart! Every day he saw the Father of Genes was more handsome and majestic than the day before, something that could never have been a normal development in the eyes of fear made Soltarn and the others awe-inspiring and terrified of that day.

Soltaron Woull Bron will never forget the depravity and debauchery of their father's lying, despicable, silver-haired brothers, naked, tattooed, oiled, wrapped in only a cape, from a twisted and moaning altered human body sedan chair surrounded by the same distorted and transformed children who had undergone various distorted surgeries.

Just recalling the details of the meeting between the two legions at that time, Soltarn felt a sense of disgust.

It's hard to imagine how the Primordial and Astarte would be willing to see it as some kind of glorious change?

Such lies, depravity, overflow, and distortion deserve only to be trampled into mud under the feet of iron boots!

- And the Hong Suo who is in cahoots with the living and colluding! That half-breed traitor! Bastard! Every day an attempt is made to poison the entire legion!

Thinking of the blood and genes of the ancient enemy that flowed through his body at this moment, Soltarn once again felt the urge to kill himself.

He immediately suppressed it in the deepest part of his heart.

And admonish yourself.

The time has not yet come......

The warning lights came on, the side door of the hangar opened, and a Space Marine, dressed in a flaxen burqa in addition to black armor, strode forward and entered their ranks.

It was the Acting Priest, whom Soltarn recognized, and Julius Omar, a very powerful psyker who was "nominally" the priest of their "warband".

“Carry the Emperor's will as your torch， with it destroy the shadows！ Torch Candle Emperor Zhi, Cave Extinguishing Monsters! ”

"Torch Candle Emperor Zhi, Cave Extinguishing Dragon!"

Yes. O Lord of Iron.

He saw that every veteran except for the Tenth Company of Recruits was shaking their heads or brandishing their weapons—obviously not out of excitement.

"Brothers! We are the descendants of Killiman, the sons of the silver skull! Do not disgrace the name of our father! ”

The blood of steel. Can you shut up.

"The head of the brothers! （Primus inter pares！ Obey or die! (OBEY OR DIE！ For the sake of my father and the emperor! ”

Why am I putting up with this?!

The sound of this annoying little cub shouting the name of the Corpse Emperor shook my ears!

And why hasn't he been backlashed?!

The old stonemason's gaze stared incredulously at the book of the Sacred Word that Julius had held in his hand and excitedly used it to bless his teammates.

On the old human skin, the signature that was so religiously ornamental that it resembled a pattern mark was not...... No matter how you look at it, it's a 10,000-year-old evil thing that the Seventeenth Legion will come to snatch when it sees it, and it really has the power to summon demons.

"We've prayed and are ready to go, Company Commander Soltarn. - Company Commander Soltarn? ”

The acting priest in the white skull helmet had completed his pre-battle mobilization and blessing, his red eyepiece staring at Soltarn.

The latter had subconsciously figured out his power axe, and was about to head towards the center of the other party's skull—

Julius saw that the calm second company commander, Brother Soltarn, seemed to be in tears as he listened to the emperor's proverbs, and even drew his weapon excitedly.

It seems that I am doing okay and I will do better next time.

He thought.

"Let's go."

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Approximately fourteen minutes later, Soltarn's two teams successfully descended to the surface of the wreckage of the mechanical ark through the hooks and droplines on the Storm Hawk.

"This wreck doesn't even look like a suitable place to go other than a metal recycler." Igor muffled in his Terminator Power Armor that his armor boot magnetic locks allow him to walk on rough metal surfaces.

"The outer structure is completely torn apart, and it looks like it was struck down from the main part by some kind of giant asteroid or something."

Maxim said as he lifted the last piece of steel beam that was stuck crookedly in the pathway, and with a creaking twisted echo, the road was opened, revealing the dark passage inside, which used to be a very wide structure, but now only two Terminators could pass side by side, broken pipes and sagging cables floating slowly in the vacuum and dust particles.

Walking in the front row were two monk brothers in Terminator Power Armor, their helmets with spotlights turned on, beams of cold light illuminating the lifeless surface of the wreckage.

Soltarn's ornithography had long been linked to the others, as the little cub had said, there was nothing here, not even the insects, because it wasn't big enough, and there was really no environment for life to survive.

"But—our mothership sensor scans won't go wrong," the old stonemason muttered, "we've cleared the wreck and advanced about eighty-five feet, and we're almost to the core. Report on the status of your communications. ”

"Communication is normal."

"Company Commander Soltan, there's something here, it looks like it's still functioning, it's unimaginable."

Everyone clenched their weapons, and they cautiously approached the crookedly closed experimental chamber in a 10,000-year-old Legion-standard tactical formation.

It appears to be a self-contained unit custom-made for a particular situation, miraculously surviving the ruins, dust and other dust covering its surface, but the faint little lights that indicate mechanical operation are still flickering.

"I guess it's the signal from its emergency distress transmitter, but the energy has been lost for too long, the signal is too weak, and if it weren't so close,—— the steel horn's sensors are so sensitive that they can't be received at all."

The commander of the second company told the others to be on guard, stepped forward himself, and brushed the thick dust on the surface of the hatch with his hand in armor.

"...... this?"

Through the small viewing glass window on the hatch, a golden bird and a pale Astarte with long black hair and a piercing wound on his right shoulder and abdomen could be seen faintly seeing deep in the thick cultivation chamber.

A nameplate glistens in a spotlight.

“N· S”

Quack ————

The second more is completed

Oh, there's something you don't understand? Author: I've put the answer on the bright side-

(End of chapter)