The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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They took the Thunder Eagle from the Mother of Tears to the Starfire, and went straight into the open hangar, landing on the smoky cushion.

Malakin took the lead down the boarding ladder, followed by the four accompanying him.

The astral knights have already lined up here, and even the ascetic band is here, and hundreds of people have assembled in a battle formation.

The flag of war in the hall was flying, and each side marked a battle worth remembering.

Servo skulls buzzed above them, flying around with the incense burner to cover up the stench that promethium emits when it burns.

The light in the hangar is dim, with only sporadic spots of light flashing quietly, the long and gloomy corridor, and the walls look like they were cut from ancient boulders that do not know the years.

"They seem to be very angry."

Malakin murmured. He looked at the Astral Knights and the Ascetics. Although everyone’s faces were hidden under the helmets, it was definitely not difficult to imagine the expressions of the faces underneath—contempt, Indifference and anger.

Standing at the forefront of the queue is the owner of this flagship, who looks extraordinary among the angels. He is putting his right hand on the hilt of the long sword, quietly waiting for his visitors.

Soshyan Alexei, he stood as if he had always been standing since he was born-with a straight waist and a complete posture.

"Commander of the Malakin battle, welcome your visit."

When Malakin walked over, Soshyan nodded slightly.

"Brother Soshyan."

Malakin stopped, neither shaking hands nor hugging.

The fighters of the two battle regiments were the same, standing still and motionless, as did Malakin's entourage.

The whole hangar fell into deathly silence.

Slowly and slowly, as if a cliff inevitably suffers from the pain of being washed and decayed by time and tide, Malakin walked towards Soshyan and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, we—"

Although his voice was very soft, it still spread everywhere.

Before he could finish speaking, Soshyang stretched out his hand suddenly, took a few steps, and hugged Malakin tightly.

"It's not your fault. The war is changing rapidly, and no one can completely control it."

Every word uttered from his mouth was filled with a sonorous and solemn tone.

"I don't blame you, and the Weeper's combat brother, you played well."

Malakin froze for a moment, before returning with a warm hug.

"Thank you, thank you... Brother Soshyan."

Mazar then stepped forward, bursting into a burst of cheerful laughter, and patted both of them on the shoulders.

"So now we have settled this matter."

He said cheerfully:

"I have drawn up an attack plan on the main star of Fren."

The two soldiers let go of each other, Soshyan looked at Lord Magyar and said with a smile:

"How about taking it out now and sharing it with us?"

"of course."

Malakin suddenly spoke:

"Just go and chat on our boat."

Since the Starfire was more serious, and the Evernight was also deeply injured, only the Mother of Tears had no trauma, and the two agreed to go to the Mother of Tears for strategic discussions.

The meeting room on the Mother of Tears is modeled on the ancient monastery of Barr. The room has a hexagonal shape. The iron lanterns hung on the wall are sprinkled with mottled light, illuminating the neat pattern on the marble floor. , Light can be seen.

The flame on the heavy candlestick shook, and the teardrops that melted from time to time dropped quietly.

The ubiquitous niches are full of stone carvings, and the carved San Giles looks gloomily at everyone who passes in front of it.

All sorts of echoes echoed all the time on the towering dome—the crisp sound of the blade passing the stone, the thumping sound of reinforced ceramic armor stepping on the floor, and the rustling noise of the power armor gloves passing the data board.

There are no seats here, and everyone remains standing-the three battle captains are standing in the center, and their entourages are in line.

In front of this group of heavily armed warriors floated a golden, slowly rotating holographic planet image, which clearly marked all the main areas.

Forren is a deeply fortified world, with large areas above the surface being transformed into military installations.

Such as the huge electrical towers that stand upright, and the extra-large engines around them, they continuously supply the planet with abundant energy, and most of them are used to maintain the defensive barriers above the main strongholds.

"These green skins have been entrenched here for two to three hundred years, and there is enough time to strengthen their nests."

Mazar began to explain the results of the long-term investigation.

"During this time, they have spent a lot of effort to strengthen the world. Perhaps the leader of Greenskin knew in his heart that his fleet could not stop us for too long, so now he puts all his hopes on ground defense. Looking at these fortifications, many of them are newly built."

Soshyan carefully examined the structural diagram in front of him. From the overall point of view, Fren’s northern hemisphere was almost covered by trenches and fortifications ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Most of them were built around heavy generators.

"what is this?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to a certain node above, from which stretched countless cobweb-like lines, spreading out chaotically.

Mazar laughed.

"What you see is the heart of this planet, the network of all strongholds in this world. Look at this, this is our scan record."

He flicked his finger to turn the translucent image into a solid, and several dots appeared on the thumbnail.

One of them shows the structure of cascading and staggered external walls, with the naturally formed high and steep slopes rising higher and higher.

Simple roads are built between different highlands, linking circular areas that look like defensive towers.

Mazar enlarged the image further, so that everyone present could clearly see the endless cannons on the ridge.

In the center of the fortifications, a towering fortress stands proudly, surrounded by high walls, and there are countless defensive towers at the top.

Just like its own color, the surrounding land is also covered with a deep yellow-brown color.

"The fortress of the Greenskin Warlord of the Forren Galaxy."

Soshyang nodded, silently calculating the size of this fortress and the available entry points in his heart.

"It's shocking."

His eyes quickly swept across the image floating in the air, and all the details were collected.

"This fortress is bigger than most nests I've seen."

"Yes, according to our calculations, if you choose orbital bombing, it will take several months to dissolve the defense of the main star of Fran."

Mazar called up a series of data.

"And their shields, as you also know, before the energy is interrupted, it is difficult to be directly destroyed."