The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the black sky below him, an impenetrable green cage hangs, warding off the stars.

Colonel Stryker of the Catachan Regiment, looking down through the arched windows of the orbiting station, is scrutinizing the planet's far-flung surface. His 183 Catachan Regiment has just been replenished with a 300-person crew. recruits.

Don't underestimate Catachan's recruits, they are all scoundrels from the trials of the dead jungle.

But compared to this news, what makes Stryker even more worrisome is that the Xingxing people have betrayed this matter.

While observing, he also flipped through the tactical map in his data board from time to time. This world, like Catachan, has tricky dense jungles. Stryker originally thought that the people of this planet were tough enough, even if not as strong as Catachan. Chang should be about the same.

But he was wrong.

Stryker is sorry for the sudden change in Pai Xing, but he is more angry.

But... traitors, he will never tolerate, let alone soften, even if they have fought side by side, because this is the oath made by all Catachan people to destroy all enemies of the empire.

Moving his gaze to the right, he watched the towering transport platforms surrounding the dock, where the imperial army was assembled.

Around the dock platform, there are more than a dozen giant transport ships docked, as if a pig is sucking the fat mother's cock, and the busy tugboats are dragging another giant ship into the dock, and more and more soldiers are starting. Assemble.

In the higher space, the battleship formations and **** ships of the Astartes are moored.

The Imperial Navy formation took off from this naval formation from time to time, and continuously performed **** and scanning tasks in this space. Due to the previous raid by the Chaos fleet, the navy increased its investment in the platoon.

Stryker by the window turned around, walked a short passage and entered the tactical analysis room.

A huge circular dial is neatly embedded in the floor in the center of the cabin. It is 30 meters in diameter and consists of countless complex interlaced movable brass and gold parts, like a giant timer.

With the whistling of the instrument's operation, the three-dimensional image projected above it also rotates and changes from time to time.

At every moment, the deployment of troops on the surface of the planet, the data of the theater, graphic tables and related information are displayed in the three-dimensional image.

Guard officers in uniforms, Mechanic priests in robes, naval officers of the Star Fleet, hooded Inquisition entourages and so on lingered on the edge of the rotunda.

They were in groups, discussing on the basis of intelligence, and in the cubicle on the side of the cabin, the haggard servitors were chattering about something, and their eyes, spine, mouth and hands were connected to the machine by cables. stack connected.

Under the concealed eaves on both sides of the cabin, at intervals, there is a huge chart table, each showing a different area of ​​the platoon.

Around each table, there is a circle of staff members who are holding a war situation. The prompts for information and data updates sound frequently, and sometimes there is a wave of unresolved, wave after wave, and the huge machine turns again, whirring , with more updated data and deployment intelligence.

But these are not the core of the whole room. The real core is the giants wearing different colored armors.

Chapter Master of the Dark Angels, Keeper of Truth, Azrael.

The Chapter Master of the Astral Knights, Gray Eagle, Soshyan.

Chapter Master of the White Templar, Randall.

Ascetic Chapter Master, Lord of the Death Temple, Mazar.

The Chapter Master of the Ranger Warriors, Titus.

The Chapter Masters of the five Astartes Chapters gathered in one place, and Stryker felt that just by seeing this big battle, he already had the capital to return to his hometown to brag.

After all, such a big scene, a mortal will not encounter once in a thousand years.

According to the information he spent a lot of effort to find out, there seems to be an organization in the Space Marine Order, called the Alliance of Suffering, and four of the five chapters in this platoon are members of the Alliance of Suffering.

In other words, this alliance has assembled more than an entire chapter's strength.

This is even more remarkable.

Stryker walked around the cabin, nodding from time to time to colleagues he knew or salutes to his superiors.

The entire cabin was filled with an uncomfortable and depressing atmosphere, as if there was a giant hunting beast here, holding its breath, ready to attack.

Stryker had already made a battle request to Soshyan, who had been in orbit for grooming in previous campaigns, and he even asked Brother Lothar to join the gang jump when the Chaos fleet attacked.

It wasn't entirely because he was personally combative, because he knew very well that the soldiers who stayed in orbit waiting for news of deployment were bound to become undisciplined, and when the Guardsmen gathered, it was easy to breed in the languid and tense cabins. trouble.

But the most troublesome thing is boredom.

Once the soldiers became bored, there were occasional serious disciplinary problems, and the commissars got busy.

In some savage and savage regiments, quarrels, theft, drunkenness, fights, and even murder are not uncommon. If not properly controlled, the situation will become out of control.

The Catachan people happen to belong to the sturdy group~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If they continue to stay on the track, Stryker is likely to shoot a few of his own soldiers-in the event of a more serious violation of discipline forward.

At the other end of the cabin, Stryker saw Colonel Arkat of the Cadian 99th regiment and some other senior officers of the Cadian regiment.

Arkat doesn't seem to see him, or he chooses to ignore Stryker.

Just 5 hours ago, a dozen soldiers of the 99th Regiment of Kadian and the 183rd Regiment of Katachan had a serious brawl in the underground bar of the orbital station. Both sides were bleeding. Although there were no dead, this was the only Thankfully.

"What the hell..."

Stryker grunted, not intending to salute the poser.

There was no reason for hatred between the soldiers of the two armies, the only problem was that the soldiers were bored, Stryker consoled himself.

"...The only way now is to attack."

Approaching a distance of fifty meters from the strategy table, Stryker had already heard the voices of the giants discussing.

"Although this battle failed, we still carried out effective killings on the enemy. According to the statistics of the subsequent battlefield cleaning, it is estimated that the number of annihilated enemies was around 1,000, and the Abaddon Hound group was basically eliminated. The living force of the people is still not as good as before.”

"But because of the betrayal of the locals of the platoon, our existing 80,000 Star Boundary Army is not enough. The next transport ship from the Military Affairs Department is estimated to arrive in a week, when the Star Boundary Army should be able to reach 150,000 troops. ."

"We can spend a week for tactical preparations and occupy strategic points around Attica, such as Camp Olympus, step by step."

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