Danat Lysander was trying to gather his mood and was on his way to the training room for the first time when he received a notification from the Warlord's Shadow Guard Vannath.

When he discovered that the ship even had such a presence as a renegade crow guard, Lysander had already had the idea that "this place is not going to be something great, should I find an opportunity to warn the Empire?"

But no sooner had he had thought than the black-haired warrior's purple eyes were fixed on him, and the Seiko Lightning Claw made a crackling force field vibrating sound on the back of his hand. Then the commander of the first company of the former Imperial Fist suddenly remembered which weapon he had been plotted against in the battle with Shanto.

"So you were the one who swooped down on the back with the lightning claw?"

Astarte, who was still wearing the black-haired, purple-eyed and white-skinned man still with the Raven Guard logo on it, just shrugged his shoulders, pointed to the datapad again, lip-said "immediately", and then disappeared into the shadows.

Lysander opens a datapad locked by his own biochemistry.

What he saw was a notice, or a verdict.

It is the conclusion of the disposition of the unfortunate Imperial fleets that surround the Destiny Steel, unable to attack and unable to escape, whose fate was quickly decided in the time between lunch and dinner.

The master of the intergalactic hunting fence, the owner of the Iron Blood, and the Iron Warrior Primordial, the only mercy that Perturabo gave to the expeditionary fleet was a chance to surrender unconditionally.

When the verdict was handed down, the Iron Warrior veterans praised the geneatric kindness of the Father of Genes.

Lysander turned around in silence, pressed the notice and rushed to the forward bridge in time.

After a long passage and verification with Iron Guards on both sides, once again in 10,000 years, a Fist of the Empire (front) stepped onto the bridge of the Iron Blood.

Lysander was stunned for a few long seconds by what he saw.

Instead of ancient parchment scrolls, prayer candles, and incense, the contemplative panels around the bridge were surrounded by the usual smell of engine oil, and the vast superhuman body that far surpassed the others sat on the steel throne in the center of the bridge, as majestic as Zeus in the grandest temple of Olympias, and unreal as an ancient god looking down on all beings.

Lysander, who came back to his senses, found himself habitually in shock and having finished the etiquette of meeting the original body with the other party, and he was already standing in front of the panel of the communication contemplative.

Lysander gritted his teeth and ordered the Technologist to send an announcement message to the Imperial fleet using his own identification code.

The message was simple, just two sentences.

One of them is - "The original body is here." ”；

The second is "obedience or death." （OBEY OR DIE.）”。

He was not allowed to send any more messages, the Lord of Steel did not have that much patience, his authority did not need to be repeated, and those who ascended the throne only needed the obedience of the other party, or the death of the other party.

Lysander has a subtle sense of dislocation.

As if this kind of thing ...... It wasn't the first time he knew it had happened.

The reaction to the message was intense.

With the exception of the temporary inaction of the battle barge Furious Storm, the order sent to each ship apparently caused great disagreement and confusion in the fleet.

Lysander was asked to wait on the bridge of the Manifest Steel alongside his fellow priest brothers, who had also removed their power armor and wore black linen robes embroidered with silver skull insignia, to witness the final fate of the expeditionary fleet he had led from Holy Terra.

The strike cruiser Rock of Mourning and the fast-strike ship Sir Anor both chose to launch a desperate charge against the impregnable shield of the Destiny Steel, perhaps their captains still had some illusions that the ship's shield would follow the rules of the traditional Void Shield.

Unfortunately, nothing happened until the ship's plasma reactor exploded, and the incomparably brilliant ball of light, along with the floating hull and limb fragments, turned into huge fireworks in the universe. Lysander's gums snorted with iron, and he clenched his fists, letting his fresh blood drip onto the floor of the Destiny Steel's bridge as a small, personal tribute to the brave dead of this cosmic funeral.

The Destiny Steel's "Void Shield", which was full of alien technology, was not even the slightest bit of thinning that it had pretended to be.

Captain Vought's mechanical vocal cords smoothly broadcast to everyone on the bridge the final fate of the two brave ships.

"The Rock of Mourning, 41 percent of the front half of the hull was shattered, the Sir Annoor, the sides of the hull were torn and rolled, 35 percent of the mass flew away due to the impact, and the ion reactors of both ships exploded after being overloaded, and no signs of life were still alive for the time being."

A hand wrapped around a rosary reached over and pressed Lysander's trembling fist.

He turned his head sideways, and it was Reverend Lee Kevin, the scarred faces of the priest brothers who had always been angry with heresies and alien enemies were now very calm and calm.

"Lessander," he said, "do not mourn for them, they died in their pure faith, they have been granted, they are blessed." ”

"Lee Kevin......?"

But the priest withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and began to mumble a prayer in praise of the gods and the primordial body.

And the contents of those prayers, Lysander did not dare to, nor could he bear to listen carefully.

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[Lamizane.] The data link connecting the primordial and intrepid trembled slightly, and Perturabo's heart sound, which seemed lower than usual, was transmitted to the other person's heart.

[This charge is so tragic that someone may be able to account for it...... What's wrong Pepe? 】

You don't have the idea of stopping or saving them. 】

[Huh? Aren't we in a hurry to get Bella Karn? How can I have time to deal with these people one by one? 】

【…… So what you said to me is true? What about loving me, the ones you want everything to be okay with? 】

[Of course.] Is there really anyone who wants everything to sink together? 】

The dog sneered in his heart. [That old skeleton bastard was very touching when he first saw me, and Horus used to say that, and so did Foggrim.] 】

[Listen, Perturabo, I don't care what you think, I will do everything I can to prevent my Perturabo from getting hurt, Perturabo is my treasure. 】

【……】

[Okay? 】

[Hmm.] 】

[My silly puppy, don't be cranky. 】

[I'm not your dog. 】

[Okay.] I know, Perturabo. 】

The people on the bridge sighed softly as they saw the Genomorph sitting on the throne furrowing his dark brows, his ice-blue moonstone eyes clouded with melancholy, as if he were grieving for the heroic and tragic scene in the universe before him.

The Iron Warriors felt their hearts broken.

The newcomers weren't like that yet—but strange uneasiness and sorrow loomed over each of them.

Only the nearest Lysander sensed something was wrong.

Reverend Lee's brother's countenance became calmer and more numb.

The former Imperial Fist pressed down the pounding heart in his chest.

Wail.

In addition, the next mouth beard will be visible to the naked eye to become more.,Or remind you to look at the fun.,If you really want to say that the information still has to check the LEX.,And the background I see what is suitable to use.,The version may be a few versions ago.,Don't take it seriously if you want to hammer it......

(End of chapter)