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Revenge, ground floor, third warehouse.

The 1st Company is conducting pre-war mobilization here - actually there is not much to say, at least that's what the captain thinks.

"The assault mission is very simple. The Revenge will approach the orbit of the planet, and we will launch a forced landing assault from the orbit. The remote sensing mapping data has been sent to every Valiant Blade mecha, and we will serve as the vanguard to break into the enemy's rear.

.The Second Company will drive the Thunder Cloud to provide suppressive fire for us."

"The task is not difficult."

The captain lit another cigarette for himself and took a quick and nervous puff, which was also the last puff before getting on the mecha. Smoke rose from his fingers close to his face, covering half of his face: "The center of the array said,

The shock-absorbing system inside the Valiant Blade only allows us to feel a small bump."

He shrugged: "I don't know what that shock-absorbing system is, but I guess it means we can start killing as soon as we land, without any room for relaxation."

The captain grinned, showing his white teeth: "You all know the speech that His Excellency gave in the cemetery on the ground floor, right?"

The soldiers nodded silently.

"Then I have nothing to say."

He put out the cigarette and put it back into his breast pocket solemnly: "For Sergeant Pulliad, brothers. He is watching us."

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

"The Astra Militarum are ready. They will launch a raid on that planet as the vanguard. Finally, we have a chance to test the combat effectiveness of the two war mechas, the Valiant Blade and the Thundercloud."

"Send mortals as the vanguard..." Angron shook his head. "You should be lucky that the Chapter Master of the Iron Serpent Chapter is not too pursuing glory, otherwise he will definitely keep complaining to you about this matter.

Until you change your mind."

"I know that you Astartes like to show off your personal force and are extremely pursuing this kind of vanguard position that only those with strong martial arts can hold. But Chapter Master Inser values ​​the needs of order and war more than glory."

He Shenyan said with a smile: "It's not like some people who like to play lone hero dramas where one person goes deep alone."

"I have never—" Angron wanted to retort, but then he thought of his feat of breaking through the entire hive alone on Bandar Planet, and he stopped talking.

After a while, he continued the topic: "Maybe it has something to do with our tradition. After all, we are born to kill."

"Devoting yourself wholeheartedly to the war will not bring any good things, Angron." He Shenyan looked at him calmly.

"Even for the Astartes, the sequelae left by the war will appear on them, and it will be particularly 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 not talk about this for now."

He patted the tabletop casually, and the light curtain rose. A total of rough data of seven planets were projected. Angron immediately entered the state, staring at the light blue light curtain seriously and intently.

"According to detection, there are a total of fifteen traitor ships wandering in this galaxy, and they have captured 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 rough data of the planet's surface.

"Although the specific situation is not very clear, it is generally certain that 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 mortal mechas rush into the battlefield as the vanguard, and then what?"

"Lictor, Givadoron and two hundred monks from the Iron Serpent Chapter are already preparing to join the battlefield through teleportation. They are just waiting for an opportunity. Unfortunately, Ezekiel and his team have not recovered yet...

."

Speaking of this, He Shenyan rubbed his eyebrows: "Abaddon's flagship is full of elites, and the counterattack is very strong. They were seriously injured, and there are many monks in the Iron Snake Chapter who are still alive.

Recuperate in the medical cabin. We don’t have enough manpower.”

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

"I hope so."

Angron didn't need He Shenyan to remind him. He knew that if the battle situation became anxious, He Shenyan would immediately teleport him into the enemy's belly for beheading.

This is exactly his current positioning. After all, the World-Eating Brave exists in name only in this universe. He missed his heirs more than once. If he could mobilize his own legion, then there would be no need for such trouble.

.

Thousands of drop pods will be blasted directly into the planet's atmosphere, and Thunderhawk fighter jets and orbital bombers will occupy the sky above the traitors. They will eventually die in mourning with regret.

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"Are the readings clear?"

The Custodian's voice fell on Sly's ears. He thought that he sounded emotionless.

Sly put on his helmet, and the upper right corner of the viewing screen showed their current position, pressure level and gravity index. There were also a series of complex indicators newly added to their power armor servers. The gentleman said

They don't need to care too much about these numbers, just fight as before.

"Clear," Sly said.

"Captain Sly, when the battle begins, I need you to break in from the left with half your men."

Lictor pointed to the scene displayed on the light screen. A whole block of red represented the enemy, and large, scattered blue represented the mortal war mechas that were about to enter the battlefield and divide it. They used black,

Lictor left a large black mark with his fingers on the left side of the battlefield, his voice as firm as steel.

"If the mortals are going well, then we will enter the battlefield through teleportation ten minutes after the battle starts. I will take the lead of the other half, one on the left and one on the right, and the enemy ship will be docked in the center...

...The real battle will begin once we turn in front of this ship."

Lictor paused: "...In addition, I have a monk I want to introduce to you. He will participate in this battle with us."

A figure walked from the distance of the second bridge where they were standing. The armor was recognized by Sly at the first sight.

"Is this Sergeant Priad's power armor?" Sly asked the man who walked in front of them.

"Yes." he replied.

"Why is his power armor on you?"

"This involves many issues, Captain Sly, but we still have time, so I can keep it short."

"No, it's not necessary. Let them concentrate on fighting, Givadoron." Lictor interrupted the narrative he wanted to unfold. There was no emotion in the voice of the imperial army. For a moment, Sly's heart rose.

There was a surge of anger, but it quickly dissipated.

He knew that what the Imperial Guard said was right - it was pointless to talk about these things before the battle began. But knowing was one thing, accepting it was another.

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

The other party returned a silent gaze. Two minutes later, the Forbidden Army withdrew his gaze, his voice still calm: "I just devote myself to the task, just like Sergeant Priad. You are brothers of his regiment.

, his will should be inherited and implemented. Every recruit who joins the battle group should know his story."

The center of the magic circle made a gentle hum overhead, interrupting their conversation: "Captain Liktor Shield Guards, the Astra Militarum has entered the battlefield. As per your request, the screen broadcast is now available. Do you want to proceed?"

"Broadcast." Lictor answered in the affirmative.

The Astartes present also cast their gazes on the rising light curtain. After all, although they did not say it with their mouths, they actually had the idea of ​​comparison in their hearts. Mortals are still mortals no matter how elite they are.

Even if there is a new mecha, how powerful can it be?

They saw——

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For the captain, this feeling is actually not much different from operating a composite magic cannon. The consciousness will also sink into the depths of the soul, but the difference is that this time there is no roaring machine spirit roaring in his ears.

But there are three other souls who are equally determined as him.

"left."

A consciousness said, and at the same time, a picture was transmitted to the 'eyes' of the other three people. A huge power ax was coming towards their left. The thought of 'escape' flashed through the captain's consciousness, and the next consciousness was

The 'attack' was issued on his behalf, and the remaining one perfectly executed their thoughts on the mecha.

“Buzz——!”

The captain heard a low buzz, like the mecha itself was roaring. The psychic blade fixed on the left arm of the mecha cut open the traitor's power ax along with himself, and golden flames began to burn on his remains.

spread on corpses.

satisfy.

A new consciousness began to float around the four of them, conveying this emotion. The captain was not nervous, he knew that this was what the center of the array called mecha consciousness. It was still very ignorant, but in the long period of killing

, it will mature little by little.

"Satisfied?" the captain said to it. "No, Sergeant Pullyard is watching us. We will never be satisfied!"

Who is Sergeant Pullyard?

The ignorant consciousness asked, and then received four different answers: 'respect', 'longing for', 'never bring shame to him', and 'hero'.

So, in the real world, the head monitor of this Heroic Blade mecha was lit up. Pure scarlet light began to spread all over its body. In the red light, it disappeared in place. The next second, the mecha

Appeared in the crowd of traitors. It raised its hands, two psychic blades collided with each other, and killed seven people in one spin.

"That's it!" the captain shouted loudly. His body was tightly closed in the cockpit with his eyes closed, but his consciousness was extremely active. The endless excitement was superimposed with the emotions of the other three people, and in the mecha

echoed in its own consciousness space. And the mecha's own nascent ignorant consciousness actually also carried the same emotions.

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

With a low hum, the mecha disappeared again. The Khorne berserkers who couldn't find an opponent seemed even more angry. However, in the next second, they were attacked again by the heroic blade mecha falling from the sky.

This mecha and a hundred other mechas were like ghosts on the battlefield, constantly flashing and disappearing among the crowd. Every time they appeared, they would wield the sharp blade in their hands and cause huge casualties to the traitors.

They wanted to counterattack - some heavy firepower, such as Chaos artillery and tanks, began to appear on the edge of the battlefield. At this moment, an overwhelming light blue energy beam streaked across the horizon and accurately hit the control unit of each artillery piece.

And the cockpit of the tank.

"What's going on?!" A Khorne Terminator roared loudly, and the anger made the string of skulls hanging on his left shoulder plate tremble. No one in the communication channel answered him, only

This can't be called a battle at all! This is a massacre! The Khorne Terminator thought in his heart, and the next second, a completely unacceptable thought came to him - we are being massacred!

His eyes widened, and the power armor integrated with him felt his anger, and the blessing of Khorne began to appear on this terminator. The nails on the back of his head drilled deeper and deeper into the cerebral cortex. At first, he

He was still able to think about what to do next. But when the wave of anger completely swallowed him up...

The Chaos Terminator launched a charge, red light flashed, and a Heroic Blade mecha appeared in front of him. Two deadly blades struck him at angles that normal humans could never swing, and the Terminator did not dodge—

-The idea of ​​dodge has been lost in his mind, only the anger instilled in him by the Blood God is left.

"Slaughter!" He shouted inarticulately, and a lot of blood came out from the collision of his lips and teeth. His strangely sharp canine teeth scratched the roof of his mouth, and splashes of blood dripped on his armor. This Terminator

He raised the giant ax in his hand, and the psychic blade cut deeply into his ribs, but he showed no reaction.

He just waved the giant ax - the power ax did not comply with his expectations and desire for blood. The mecha itself did not leave even a scratch. The fifteen-meter war mech looked down at him, a layer of light blue

A colored shield flashed, and his ax blade was deflected. The next second, it waved its left hand.

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

.!”

Yes, it's certainly not a fight.

In the main control room, He Shenyan laughed happily.

No blood or stumps can be seen, and no skulls can be cut off. There are even very few collisions between weapons. The Valiant Blade war mechs faithfully follow the concepts he designed them.

A deadly weapon that kills with one hit.

Disappearing from the shadows, emerging from the shadows. Ignoring damage and artillery fire, the psychic blades allow them to ignore the ceramite armor blessed by the evil god and kill them with precision.