As Company Commander Skralong used his sensors from the Storm Bird's dreadnought-specific fixed slot to scan sternly in all directions of the place where they were about to land, the first thing the vicious veteran noticed were some strange, inconspicuous details.

For example, there are still traces of the movement of super-heavy vehicles on the permafrost surface of the planet at minus 40 degrees Celsius - not because of the user's careless negligence, but from the fact that it is almost impossible for any flesh and blood to notice these traces from under the planet's original craters, which are full of the latest craters of all sizes, pockmarked ice and rust-red broken earth. However, the extremely experienced company commander Sklar has always been limited to the use of optical sensors and equipment when making such observations.

In a communication quietly sent to his companions, the ancient warrior emphasized that he believed that what he had observed was the massive track imprint of the mastodon super-heavy assault vehicle, but the amount of this precious antique behemoth in the forty-first and forty-second millennia—basically in most parts of the Empire, it could be considered an extremely rare relic-class machine, but in this one it was not like the other peers, such as Glae, Agrippina, or Vos, In a forged world such as the Steel Castle, which is famous for its war potential, there are no obvious signs of battle, and there are at least six old and new movements of mastodons in the visual range alone.

What is it that convinces the mechanical priests here that they need to make frequent sorties in their home planet worlds with anti-aircraft artillery arrays, siege melt weapons and two Void Shield arrays, capable of carrying up to forty Astarte monks, or two Dreadnoughts and two ten-man squads, all designed to protect its passengers through the most dangerous war zones and crush the most stubborn enemy lines?

Although the Twelfth Primordial subsequently appeased his battle children well in psychic power and communications, and demonstrated a full trust in the master, the accompanying hermit battle brothers implied that they did not have to consider the master of the place to be an enemy.

However, the Lord of the Watch and the Guardians of the Primordial still did not dare to let up in the slightest, because they knew that no matter what kind of Aeldari they were, it would always be a combat variable that the Sons of Iron Heart would have to take into account anywhere in the universe - these rather difficult aliens could also use their ancient means of transportation to appear in various places - for example, it was a coincidence that the depths of a planet were the hardest hit areas where such aliens were prone to sudden appearance.

As the Stormbird descended in height, the interlaced vehicle tracks leading to the ridge rings of the frozen craters began to become less visible, and the lights on the ground landing site were all turned on, opening a huge landing door for the distinguished visitors.

In the glow of the golden and white searchlights, the huge octagonal landing door cracked open from the top, split into eight triangles with sharp tips, and slowly slid towards the hidden groove next to it, and the image made Endred snort again, "This thing is like a ...... Open your mouth as if you want to swallow us in. ”

"What? Howl, what are you talking nonsense again. Sklar's tone didn't sound very comfortable, and Daring Daring opened and clenched his power claws.

"I mean, this scene suddenly reminds me of the old days when Dregel always liked to talk about the primordial devouring every world......

"Thinking of him at this time, why, are you finally willing to admit that you are old? Hal. ”

"Hah!" The Terra-Terminator, who had survived by the Static Stance, the Legion's Secret Ritual Technique, and the "blessing" of the Primordial, waved his hand, "I won't be old until you old guys die, Sklar, you better think about how to add some material to your amniotic fluid tank to tighten your skin." ”

The Stormbird made its way through the howling cold wind and smoothly entered the landing site, before landing on the tarmac.

Divine Daring Daring glanced across from him, and the polite greeter immediately met the direction of his eyepiece with his gaze, Maxim was not wearing a helmet, and his youthful face was a little vicissitudes due to his recent experience, but if Skral were to comment, he would say that "this kid looks like he threw black paint on himself after running out of Otlama".

Well, that kind of special temperament that comes to an Astarte after reading a lot of paperwork and tedious civil affairs is often seen among officers who are the heirs of the Thirteenth Primordial, and it is indeed very rare among other Space Marine warbands.

However, after the greeting messenger reported that his home was the "Silver Skull" battle group, the company commanders were immediately relieved: the silver skull was indeed a subgroup of the Ultramarines, so it was reasonable to have such a situation, but why were they here? - Also, Ms. Lothara complained that she always felt that the silver skull warband logo was different from her database records, and although there was no record of either warband logo against it, she was still very concerned and forced the officers to carry additional teleportation beacons before departure.

Maxim's explanation for why the Silver Skull Warband appeared in the Calisis sector is that the company of their warband had just returned from the Eye of Fear, had chosen to recuperate here, and had coincidentally foiled a chaotic plot against the Foundry World before, so they were now more closely connected to the Foundry World, and as a result, they were sent to greet them as a representative and communicator who was more acceptable to their cousins and the Primordials, and apologized deeply for the simplicity of the reception ceremony in the hurry.

As for the earth-shattering news that was launched by something...... Maxim said that as long as he talked to the great sage Kadomo, all the mysteries would be solved.

So they were now on their way to the palace of the main nest, and it was evident to the naked eye that the resentment of the visiting officers at the neglect of the Ohm Messiah in the land had caused them to be inconvenient for their primordial bodies.

"While Ms. Lothara Sarin's advice was a bit radical for the most part, this time even I began to think that maybe it was a good idea sometimes. Endred, I don't like these firepower robots I see. ”

Sklar exclaimed, the line of visitors standing at the beginning of the towering passageway, his voice echoed through the loudspeakers of the Dreadnought breastplate, and reflected off the columns of mechmen on either side of the welcoming mecha cuirass on either side.

"Can't even get the living people needed for the welcome ceremony in this place? Brother Maxim · Brother · The Ancient Sage asked with a hint of sarcasm, "If I'm not mistaken, the Steel Castle is on the other side of the galaxy and the Great Rift, not here. ”

It was clear that Maxim was still a little immature in the face of such pressure, and Endred could smell a hint of panic in his sweat, but the Eighth Company Commander had not yet tried to activate his power axe, he wanted to see what the conspiracy was here—to make his bloodthirsty blade as sharp as ever.

And Anglon, who was as quiet as the earth and mountains, didn't say a word the whole time, but the smile on his lips seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

In the distance, the sound of the door opening and the movement of something coming out came from the end of the passage.

"Rest easy, my sons." The pleasure and admonition in the primordial voice stopped the Iron Hearts' imminent attack preparations, "I think the owner of this place can't help but come by himself after all. ”

(End of chapter)