Hazy star field

Calisis Star Zone

Makane Macchiis sub-sector

The Bella Karn system is about 690,000 miles outside the Mandeville point

Surrounded in the middle by an expeditionary fleet led by the Furious Storm was the Destiny Steel, which continued to unhurriedly use its own ordinary thrusters to gracefully cruise in deep space.

The Imperial Fists fleet that surrounded it had to sail beside it, looking from afar as if it were escorting the silver-white ship in the center.

The current silence is not that the rest of the First Company's Combat Friars or Captain Philip Vian have given up on trying to rescue the First Company Commander and the Titan Demolition Squad, it's just that the eerie cruiser's Void Shield energy seems to be endless, and the ammunition reserves of the smaller ships in the expeditionary fleet have even begun to run out.

- Yes, very, very, very unreasonable, this Lun-class ship does not know what kind of blasphemous or alien technology energy source is used as a reactor supply in the small size of this Luna ship, the macro cannon and torpedo have never been able to overload the Void Shield, and the light spear - in the end, Captain Vian, under the cold supervision of the Liclon Priest brothers, ordered all ships equipped with light spears to fire their main weapon light spear at the "Destiny Steel" at such a close distance-

Multiple pulsed balls of light converged into a torrent of high-energy pulsed lasers shining like stars at the lens focal points of several light spear arrays, striking straight towards the Destiny Steel from all directions—

These deadly rays of destruction hit the thin shield of the little moon-class cruiser directly.

At first, nothing happened.

Suddenly, the unbreakable shield flickered from where it had been hit, like a precursor to some kind of cracking, and the hull behind it seemed to shake completely, and subtle light began to erupt from the inside out of every building seam inside.

Captain Vian has even begun to pray for the unfortunate death of Company Commander Lysander-

An incomparably ancient, terrifying, and massive wave of energy bubbles swept through the entire fleet in a microsecond, then broke and dissipated into the void.

All of them felt a chill in their souls, as dazed, empty, and cold as they had lost a part of their "self" forever in that moment.

The Chief of the Star Whisperers, Kyle Sassi, screamed frantically, irrepressibly, continuously, scratching at his clothes, and when they were torn, he began to scratch at his skin, blood splattering on the glass shield of his pod, slowly flowing down the arc; The navigator lord Carvalo had collapsed to the ground—thick streams of blood were pouring out from under the delicate embroidered bands on his forehead, and underneath that was his third eye.

The fleet was in disarray, except for the simple silver-white hull of the Destiny Steel, which had returned to its original state, gracefully reflecting the light of the stars in the distance.

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The flowing air blew from outside, and the smell of the war blacksmith's scent mixed with the disinfectant water became stronger, and Lysander frowned in disgust.

Suddenly, a new movement from far and near joined the extremely sharp and alert hearing of the commander of the Imperial Fist Company.

It was the terracotta steel combat boots that fell on the ground, undisguised, calm and steady pace.

Lysander noticed that there was an Astarte coming towards the room behind Shanto.

I don't know why, although it was only a vague shadow glimpsed in the reflection of the tray, the Fist of Empire felt that some invisible string in his body was being plucked subtly, his soul was shouting at his heart, his mind was trembling at this vague shadow, and an inexplicable commotion rose from his tail vertebrae to the base of his skull and even deep in his brain, damn chaos! The company commander thought to himself, and forced himself to keep his composure and continue to observe.

The second Astarte wore a helmet, but his power armor was painted white like the standard warband's apothecaries, with a red spiral prominently marked on the position of the canon's standard apothecary, and a silver skull emblem that closely resembled the Iron Warriors and their desecrated eight-pointed star skull shone on his shoulder armor.

O Dorne's hand! Why is there such a standard warband apothecary in the depths of this Iron Warrior's lair...... It must be the pollution of chaos!

In order to resist the soul-stirring sensation just now, Lysander silently recited in his heart the sacred prayer that he had been taught since infancy, and prayed to the Emperor and to Dorne to keep him pure, asking them to give him strength and courage so that he could use his devotion to the Father of Genes and the Emperor as part of his weapon.

The newly-emerged, Astarte-looking Astarte wears a full suit of power armor, and the company commander knows that while the pharmacist brothers on the team are always the ones who are always well protected, any enemy who dares to think that the pharmacist brothers are not good at fighting will eventually pay the price for their contempt.

Therefore, Lysander has no superfluous illusions about this.

You live or die, nothing more.

However, the movement from the incoming man also caused Shanto to stop before entering the intended attack position of Lysander.

"Oh, isn't this Hoonso's good apprentice Parogov?" The war blacksmith spoke, and greeted the visitor in a tone and tone that was neither hoarse nor crazy, something the Imperial Fist had never heard before, and almost as ordinary as a hint of frivolity within the normal range.

The apothecary-looking being nodded at Shanto, and began to take off his helmet as he entered familiar territory.

Lysander suddenly realized that the Iron Warrior was now turning his head towards the man who had come from the incoming man, his body covered in flaws, and the second man's vision was obscured by the helmet he had taken off.

And Shanto didn't wear power armor and didn't hold an obvious weapon.

This is the moment!!

"For the glory of Dorne and the Holy One!!!" Lysander erupted from behind his bunker like a swift Fenris wolf, his heart pumping blood, his unusually strong tendon bundles agitating the grave, he clamped the hemostat tightly into the muscles of his hand as some kind of awl, and he struck his right fist with a sharp metal jaw straight at the aorta where Shanto's strange metal orb hood and neck separated—

"It's me."

Lysander's eardrums began to buzz and beep.

He was dizzy for some reason.

Pollution of Chaos!

Damn, Dorne, please give me strength, I can't—

With some ecstasy, disappointment, and surprise, the war blacksmith turned his head to look at his old enemy, who had suddenly lost his strength in the middle of the pounce, and his own muscles had quietly changed their charges.

"Heck, while we've known each other for so long, it's probably longer than you've known all your comrades-"

The corners of the war blacksmith's mouth hung into a kind of absurd and happy smile, "But it's really a little inappropriate to throw your arms on me like this, or in front of 'this'." Dear Brother Lysander, ”

The Iron Warrior said this, and stretched out his arm to catch the first company commander of the Imperial Fist Legend who had fallen into his arms as if he had suddenly lost his strength.

Lysander's eyes had almost lost all courage and brilliance, he cared for nothing, could not think of anything, his only focus was on the face of the man who had taken off his helmet.

"Dorne...... Yes...... Yes...... Could you please ...... Pity...... Pity...... Yes...... Ahh!!!!!!!!!!h ”

Beneath his short white hair and eyebrows, Danath Lysander's quiet, pale iris blue eyes looked down at him on the faces he had seen countless times in Holy Terra, on the Mountain Formation, in the chapel of any of the Fist of the Empires, in the chapel of any of the Fist of the Empires, in the monastery fortress of any of the Fist of the Empires.

The emblem of the steel skull shone silently on the shoulder armor next to this face, as if mocking his past life.

Wail.

Okay, I deleted the title, and then pressed publish, it seems that I can't make up for it, and I was eaten by the tengu again, so be it.

There are a lot of holidays and special events in the future.,It should trigger the leave event.,And then update the time.,If there's something on the day that doesn't have time for half past six, the first update will be in the evening.,Book friends can enjoy the New Year's eve and New Year's time during the day——

I heard that someone wants to see Pepe photos?

(End of chapter)