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Vengeance, ground floor, third warehouse.

The 1st Company was mobilizing here before the war—not much to say, at least that's what the captain thought.

"Assault mission is simple. The Vengeance will approach the orbit of the planet, and we will start the emergency landing raid from orbit. The data from the telemetry mapping has been sent to each of the Heroic Blades, and we will lead the way into the enemy's rear. . The second company will drive Thunderclouds to suppress fire for us."

"The task is not difficult."

The captain lit another cigarette for himself, and took a quick and nervous inhalation, the last one before getting on the mecha. Smoke rose from his fingers close to his face, covering half of his face: "The center of the circle said that the shock absorption system inside the Blade of Heroes will only make us feel a little bump."

He shrugged. "I don't know what that shock absorber system is, but I guess it means we can kill when we hit the ground, and we don't need any leeway."

The captain grinned, showing his white teeth: "You all know the speech that your Excellency gave in the lower cemetery, right?"

The soldiers nodded silently.

"Then I have nothing to say."

He snuffed out the cigarette and put it back in his breast pocket solemnly: "For Sergeant Priyad, brothers. He's watching us."

In the main control room, He Shenyan was discussing something with Angron.

"The Astral Army is ready, and they will raid that planet as a vanguard. Finally, there is a chance to test the combat effectiveness of the two war mechs, the Blade of Heroes and Thunder Cloud."

"Send mortals as the vanguard..." Angron shook his head. "You should be thankful that the chapter leader of the Iron Snakes is not too much for glory, otherwise he will definitely keep complaining to you about this until you change your mind."

"I know that you Astartes like to show off your personal power, and you are extremely eager for this kind of vanguard position that only those with high martial arts can hold. But the Insel Chapter Commander values ​​the need for command and war more than glory."

He Shenyan said with a smile: "Unlike some people, I like to play some lone hero dramas where one person goes deep alone."

"I've never--" Angron wanted to refute two sentences, and then he thought of his feat of penetrating the entire hive alone on Bandar Star, and he stopped talking.

After a while, the topic continued: "Maybe it has something to do with our traditions, after all, we were born to kill."

"Devoting yourself to the war won't bring anything good, Angron." He Shenyan looked at him calmly.

"Even for the Astartes, the aftermath of the war will manifest on them, and it will be especially obvious. After all, their minds are beyond mortals, and once such minds collapse... ."

He smiled meaningfully: "It will be difficult to heal the wound again."

"Anyway, let's leave that alone."

He patted the table with his hand, the light curtain rose, and the approximate data of the seven planets was projected. Angron immediately entered the state, staring at the blue light curtain seriously and intently.

"According to the detection, there are a total of fifteen traitor ships wandering in this galaxy, and they have occupied seven of them. And this one - let's name it Prodars No. 1." He Shenyan He stretched out his finger and pointed at the largest planet. The light curtain immediately enlarged, clearly projecting the approximate data of the planet's surface.

"Although the specific situation is not very clear, it is generally certain. The gravity of Prodars 1 is about 1.7 times that of Terra. For you, this difference can basically be ignored."

Angron nodded: "How to attack? The mechs of mortals break into the battlefield as the vanguard, and then what?"

"Lictor, Jiva Doren and the 200 friars of the Iron Snake Chapter are ready to join the battlefield one after another by teleportation, just waiting for an opportunity.

It's a pity that Yinzekiel and his team have yet to recover..."

Speaking of this, He Shenyan rubbed his eyebrows: "Abaddon's flagship is all elites, and the counterattack is very strong. They were seriously injured, and there are also many cultivators in the Iron Snake Chapter. Recuperate in the medical cabin. We are not staffed enough."

"But this is not a big problem. I believe those two war mechs will surprise me."

"I hope so."

Angron didn't need He Shenyan to remind him, he knew that if the battle situation was in a state of anxiety, He Shenyan would immediately teleport him into the enemy's abdomen for a beheading operation.

This is also his current positioning of himself. After all, the bravery of swallowing the world really exists in name only in this universe. He missed his heirs more than once. If he could mobilize his legion, then he wouldn't need such trouble at all.

Thousands of drop tanks would blast straight into the planet's atmosphere, and Thunderhawks and orbital bombardment would take over the sky above the traitors, who would eventually die in remorse.

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"Is the reading clear?"

The voice of the imperial guard fell in Silai's ears. He sounded emotionless, he thought.

Silai put on his helmet, and the upper right corner of the viewing film showed their current position, pressure level and gravity index. There is also a series of complex, new additions to the rest of the indicators inside their power armor servers. The lord said they don't need to care about the numbers too much, just fight as before.

"Clear." S said.

"Captain Sirai, when the battle starts, I need you to break in from the left side with half of your hands."

Lictor pointed to the scene that appeared on the light curtain. A single piece of red was used to represent the enemy, and a large, scattered piece of blue represented the mortal war mech that was about to enter and divide the battlefield. They were in black, and Liktor left a large black mark with his finger on the left side of the battlefield, his voice steely.

"If the mortals are doing well, then we will teleport into the battlefield ten minutes after the battle begins. The other half will be led by me, and the enemy ship will be docked in the center... ...the real fight will start after we are in front of this ship and round."

Liktor paused: "...In addition, I have a monk to introduce to you. He will join us in this battle."

A figure walked from the distance of the second bridge where they were standing, and the armor was recognized by Silai at the first meeting.

"Is this Sergeant Priyad's power armor?" Silai asked the man who walked up to them.

"Yes," he replied.

"Why is his power armor on you?"

"There are many issues involved, Captain Sly, but we still have time, so I can keep it short."

"No, there's no need, let them concentrate on the fight, Givaudan." Lictor interrupted the narration he wanted to expand, and there was no emotion in the voice of the Custodian. For a moment, anger rose in Silai's heart, but it quickly dissipated.

He knew that the Custodian was right—there was no point in talking about these things before the battle. But knowing is one thing, accepting is another.

"You really have no feelings at all," he said to the guard.

The other party returned a silent stare, and two minutes later, the Imperial Guard withdrew his gaze, and his voice was still calm: "I just threw myself into the task with all my heart, just like Sergeant Puliard. Brother, his will should be inherited and carried out. Every recruit who joins the Chapter should know his story."

The center of the magic circle made a gentle buzzing above their heads, interrupting their conversation: "Captain Lictor Shield Guard, the Astral Army has entered the battlefield. According to your request, the screen broadcast can now be carried out, will it be carried out?"

"Rebroadcast." Lictor gave a positive answer.

The Astartes present also cast their gazes on the rising light curtain. After all, although they didn't say it, they actually had comparative thoughts in their hearts. No matter how elite mortals are, they are mortals. Even if they have a new type of mecha, how strong can they be?

They see-

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For the captain, this feeling is actually not much different from manipulating a composite magic cannon. Consciousness will sink into the depths of the heart, but the difference is that this time there is no filial piety machine soul roaring in his ear. But three other souls just as determined as him.

"left."

A consciousness said, at the same time, a picture passed into the 'eyes' of the other three. A huge power axe was coming towards their left, the idea of ​​'dodge' flashed through the captain's consciousness, the next consciousness sent out 'attack' in his place, and the remaining one, perfected their thoughts Executed on the mecha.

"Om—!"

The captain heard a low hum, like the mech itself roaring in filial piety. The psionic blade fixed on the left arm of the mecha cut the traitor's power axe along with him, and golden flames began to spread on his corpse.

Satisfy.

A nascent consciousness began to float around the four of them, conveying the sentiment. The captain is not nervous, he knows that this is the mecha consciousness that the center of the circle is talking about. It is still ignorant, but in the long killing, it will mature little by little.

"Satisfied?" the captain said to it. "No, Sergeant Priyad is watching us, we are never satisfied!"

Who is Sergeant Puliard?

The ignorant consciousness asked, and then received four different answers: 'respect', 'longing', 'must not shame him', 'hero'.

So, in the real world, the head monitor of this Heroic Blade Mecha was lit up. Pure scarlet light began to spread around it, and in the red light, it disappeared in place. next second. Mecha appeared in the crowd of traitors. It held its hands high, and the two psionic blades collided, killing seven in a single spin.

"That's it!" the captain shouted, his body tightly closed in the cockpit, his consciousness unbearably active. The turbulent excitement was superimposed with the emotions of the other three people, echoing in the consciousness space of the mecha itself. And the ignorant consciousness of the mecha itself was born with the same emotion.

"For the Emperor! For Sergeant Priyad!" the captain roared, the other three soldiers roared, and the mech itself began to roar.

With a low humming sound, the mecha disappeared in place again. The Khorne Berserkers who couldn't find their opponent looked even more angry, however, in the next second, they were attacked again by the Heroic Blade Mecha that fell from the sky.

This mecha and a hundred other mechas are like ghosts on the battlefield, flashing and disappearing in the crowd. Every time they appear, they will wave the sharp blade in their hands and bring great casualties to the traitors.

They wanted to fight back - some heavy firepower such as Chaos artillery and tanks began to appear on the edge of the battlefield. At this moment, an overwhelming blue energy beam streaked across the sky, hitting the control unit of each artillery and the cockpit of the tank with precision.

"What's the matter?!" a Khorne Terminator roared in filial piety, anger that shook the string of skulls hanging from his left shoulder armor. No one in the communication channel answered him, only

This can't be called a battle at all! It's a massacre! Khorne Terminator thought to himself, and in the next second, a thought came to him that was completely unacceptable - we were being slaughtered!

His eyes widened, the power armor fused with him felt his wrath, and Khorne's blessings began to manifest in the Terminator. The nails at the back of his head drilled deeper and deeper into the cerebral cortex. At first, he was able to think about what to do next. But when the wave of anger completely engulfed him...

Chaos Terminator launched a charge, red light flashed, and a heroic blade mecha appeared in front of him. Two deadly blades attacked him at an angle that a normal human could never swing, and the Terminator could not dodge—the idea of ​​dodge had been lost in his mind, and only the anger that the Blood God had instilled in him remained.

"Massacre!" He shouted inarticulately, and there was a lot of blood between the collision of his lips and his teeth. His unusually sharp canine teeth pierced his upper jaw, and blood splattered on his armor. The Terminator raised his axe, the psionic blade slashed deep between his ribs, and he didn't respond.

Just swinging the giant axe—the power axe did not meet his expectations and thirst for blood. The mecha itself didn't even leave a scratch, the fifteen-meter war mecha looked down at him, a layer of blue shield flashed, and his axe blade was deflected. The next second, it waved its left hand.

At the last moment before his death, the Chaos Terminator looked at this mecha angrily, and the strong hatred in his heart actually allowed him to briefly break through the frenzy of rage. He growled, "This is not a fight at all...!"

Yes, of course it's not a fight.

In the main control room, He Shenyan smiled happily.

No blood or stumps to be seen, no skull to be cut off. Even collisions between weapons are rare, and the Blades of War mech faithfully follows his philosophy of designing them.

A one-hit deadly weapon.

Disappear from the shadows, emerge from the shadows. Ignoring damage, ignoring cannon fire, psionic blades allow them to kill Chaos traitors with precision, ignoring the terracotta armor blessed by the evil god.

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Jiagen failed. He practiced driving this afternoon and got home at six o'clock. I'm exhausted, the second chapter is only 1,500 yards, let's move it to tomorrow and release it together.

Three more tomorrow.