The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After getting off the Thunder Eagle, Talos heard Soshyan's loud voice as soon as he entered the brightly lit and crowded exercise hall.

"...The fifth exercise area determined that the attackers failed, lost % of their personnel, and lost half of their vehicles. The reason was that they failed to attack the occupied point within an hour, causing the enemy to detour from the side and be attacked from front and back. Withdrew to the starting point, and because the Ascetic Company failed to coordinate the attack steps with the Weeping Company, the Ascetic Company went too deep and was ambushed by the enemy, losing % of its life force."

On the huge screen, the tactical signs, real-time images, and numbers of personnel and equipment in each exercise area are constantly flickering and beating, while the technical priests are busy under the meditator array, processing those massive battle and casualty simulation data.

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Suddenly, Soshyan, who heard footsteps, turned from the command platform and saw Talos who took off his helmet walking towards him.

"How are your boys?"

"It sucks."

Soshyan looked back at the data in the eighth exercise area, and then picked up one of the data boards stacked on the side. After clicking twice, the battle simulation just now appeared on the data board.

"The entire reconnaissance company was wiped out? This is the only case in these nine exercise areas."

Talos rubbed his bald head mindlessly, and then picked up the coffee made by the machine servant on the side.

"You know, the character of those **** is not good enough to fight with the friendly troops."

"But you still need to pay attention to this situation. Everyone is watching the exercise. You will have no light on your face if you do this."

"I've taught them a lesson."

Then, Talos took a sip of hot coffee and looked at the display.

"It's already the seventh day, and it seems to have some effect? ​​The offensive efficiency of the joint force is at least twice as high as the first one or two days?"

Soshyan nodded and looked at the display too.

"At least everyone has a certain understanding of each other, and a lot of misunderstandings have been cleared up. For example, the flesh-tearers seem reckless, but in fact their assault tactics have many skills and are very flexible. Ranger warriors seem rigid, but they The attack plan formulated is the most stable, and has a relatively keen perception of the battlefield dynamics. The wailers are the best teammates, their exclusivity is the weakest, and they can match most of the teammates. The frontal offensive is as fierce and ruthless as ever."

"This way of practicing for a month will give you more confidence in Huron."

Soshyan nodded.

When the two were talking, a crisp sound of high-heeled shoes sounded, Soshyan turned around immediately, and saw Veronica in a dictionary and ceremonial dress walking over, her pace was a little hasty.

It looks like something is wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"The Astrospeaker on Nathan 4 just received news that Mars' Eleventh Tax Fleet has turned and won't come."

"what?"

This time it was very sudden for Soshyang. His gene seeds were ready, so why didn't he come.

"But there's another piece of news. A fleet from Terra is about to arrive at Nathan Four."

"Tera?"

"Yes, there are messengers from the Council of the High Lords of Terra in the fleet, and the **** of the messengers... the Imperial Fists."

"This-"

Soshyan was even more confused this time—

What exactly happened?

In desperation, Soshyan had to hand over the commander of the exercise to Malakin, and then returned to Nathan 4 on the Eternal Loyalty.

Not long after arriving on the home planet, another fleet also appeared from the jumping point on the edge of the galaxy, a total of eleven ships, four of which were marked with the Fist of the Empire.

And the most unexpected thing for Soshyan was that the leader of the team turned out to be Captain Danat Lysander!

It had been thirty years since the Feast of the Blades, the First Captain of the Imperial Fists, who had given him unlimited support when he first became Chapter Master.

Goodbye to the old man, in addition to the inevitable excitement, Soshyan also hides some shame.

Now, has he become the "militant head" that Laishand originally expected?

"Soshyan, long time no see!"

On the space orbiting station of Nathan 4, in the hall only used to welcome the most distinguished guests, two teams of majestic giants are marching towards each other.

Lysander, who was wearing the Terminator, was still as tall and straight as before, like the incarnation of Dorn's tenacity, but with a few wrinkles on his face, and the gray beard on his chin turned gray.

Soshyan came to a stop three meters in front of Sander, nodded excitedly, and then stretched out his hand.

"Yes, long time no see, Captain Shande!"

Laishande looked at Suoshyan carefully from beginning to end, and suddenly sighed like an old father:

"You seem to be taller than before. When you are old, your brain is not easy to use. What remains in my mind is the appearance of the first time I saw you, when you-"

Lesander raised his hand to compare the height, then took Soshyan's hand, stepped forward and patted his shoulder twice.

"Okay, I knew you would make a difference in the future! I've heard of all the victories you've won. No wonder Pew often tells me that the empire will depend on you young people in the future!"

"Captain Lai Shande, you are overrated. I just did some trivial things and can't be compared with you."

"Hey, it's okay to be humble, but it's not a habit of the Imperial Fist to be too humble. Everyone says that the Astral Knights are so strong now. It's only been a few years? It's already developed to what it is now."

With that said, Lesander turned around and looked at the huge Eternal Loyalty in the naval port through the huge dome.

"It's not a small job."

As Lesander spoke, Soshyan had been paying attention to the team behind the Imperial Fists, a group of mortals in golden uniforms, holding high the Imperial Eagle flag and the white dove emblem of the messenger.

Seeming to pay attention to Soshyang's gaze, Laishand turned around and said solemnly to Soshyang:

"Soshyan, this time we have two tasks, the first is to **** the messenger of the High Lords Council and convey an appointment signed by all the High Lords collectively. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"appointment?"

"Listen to yourself."

Saying that, Laishander stepped aside, and then the group of messengers came to Soshyan with gentle steps. There were two attendants with incense burners.

"Excuse me, is your Excellency the captain of the Astral Knights Chapter, Soshyan Alexei?"

Soshyan nodded.

"Yes."

Then the messenger opened the parchment and began to announce the appointment and decision of the High Lord in slow, standard Terragorgoth.

There is a lot of text, but the content is actually not much, but after listening to it, Soshyang is completely stunned, because there are only two things in it—

First, appoint him as Supreme Lord Commander of the Maelstrom Expedition.

Second, lead the Alliance of Misery and various armies to crusade against the Lord of the Red Pirates, Huron, who is hidden in the central area of ​​the Maelstrom!