The Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the empty silence of the universe, the assault landing module was falling towards a planet.

Behind the curved metal frame is a directional booster that burns flames, allowing the landing module to land at a steady rate, and its trajectory is passing through the orbit of this dead planet.

It was a cold and bright planet. The Mother of Tears, which was in orbit, gleamed in the dark universe, but on the other side of the planet, the weepers who came to investigate did not know that there would be Uninvited guest visits——

In the landing cabin, Malakin could hear the soft singing of the choir slaves and the gentle buzzing of the armor shaking.

His subordinates are very calm, meditating for the upcoming battle, and it is through years of war that have made them the pinnacle of combat power among mankind.

The person the soldiers meditated on was San Giles, an idol for the battle group to compare themselves with, and a noble example they tried to follow.

And what they are meditating is the mission that the emperor entrusted to them. They will travel through the stars of the sea and undertake missions that ordinary fragile mortals cannot shoulder in the grand plan of the empire.

Although they have meditated on these things thousands of times or more, so as to prepare their minds for extremely fierce battles, put away unnecessary distractions, so as not to humiliate their qualifications as a son of San Giles.

Malakin also knew what his comrades thought, because he did the same.

The difference is that the times have changed, and the historical task of turning the Weeping Band into a journey of honor and dignity is even more arduous, and it is more important than winning or losing a battle.

Especially when he heard that Armageddon Soshyan was fighting side by side with the holy blood angels to create a glorious victory again, he realized that his friend would soon let the astral knights have a place in the empire legend. His deeds will be told as glorious history to mortals everywhere in the galaxy, and will be written and sung in hymns before dinner.

But he was still much worse, and even the shame of the battle group was not completely washed away.

The immature and jerky young battle commander that he had met at the beginning, unknowingly, had already thrown him far away.

Malakin is not a vain person, but he also has his own pride!

Therefore, the recovery of the battle group has become the only issue he thinks about every day. How to obtain more resources, more equipment for battleships, and more relationships and connections requires him to do it himself.

This cooperation with Forge World Grea is also for this reason.

After all, the price the other party opened is very high!

The landing compartment was still vibrating, and the faces of the choir slaves were delicately decorated and mounted on brass armatures.

When these once-human singers begin to sing, they will be lifted to the ceiling of the landing cabin.

The non-minded, half-human slaves were used to take on the lowly and without skill. The choir slaves were not only the faces of a group of people responsible for singing, but also installed the communication system in the landing cabin. At the same time, their singing also represented the war. The regiment’s tradition helps the soldiers focus on the next battle to come.

The target is near, and the soldiers are ready to fight.

Malakin could feel the emotions in the souls of the soldiers, the enthusiasm for the war, the focus on the battle, and the admiration for San Giles.

These glorious qualities are reflected in his brain, and he can easily experience this strong and consistent emotion without trying.

The landing capsule shook violently as it traversed Daqia’s first atmosphere, but the ten interstellar warriors in the capsule didn’t let themselves be swayed by this imagination. They were all fastened to the gravity seat. His bright yellow power armor and weapons are shining brightly.

Soon, the hymn in the landing cabin entered the final chapter, and the majestic singing drowned out the noisy noise outside the cabin.

Malakin picked up the battle helmet next to him and put it on. The sealed helmet entangled his throat very tightly. The visual system connected to the helmet showed that his huge armor had been joined to airtight, enough to start dealing with anything on the ground. Bad weather.

Every star warrior will spend a few hours on the ship to carry out detailed inspections of weapons and observe the strictest military disciplines so that they can fight smoothly.

After a few seconds, Malakin activated the rune on the vision system and activated his communicator.

Even if the alarm system in the landing cabin hadn't prompted, and the chants sung by the slaves hadn't stopped, Malakin could still feel that he was getting closer and closer to the target.

"Ready to land."

The braking propeller has entered the second stage of operation. The gravity seats of the star warriors flexed and stretched into a cushion-like buffer to help them overcome the influence of their own weight and withstand the weight of deceleration.

"Weepers."

Malakin's clear and proud words came from the communicator.

"I don’t need to tell you why this is so, I don’t need to emphasize what is required of you, and I don’t need to say more about how you should fight, because you never get confused about these things, but now I want to add that we have Admiration will keep us away from the curse of red and black in battle. Don’t relax."

Malakin can directly hit the hearts of his fighters with his words and use them as a glorious tradition to inspire them to practice superhuman deeds and fight their own shortcomings.

The lights in the landing cabin flashed and the noise was louder. The slaves also raised their own volume, and the chorus of the chant became louder and more shocking.

The sound of banging metal sounded through the hull, which was a precursor to the landing cabin's contact with the ground, and the ceramic steel claws protruding from the hood would tear through the ground.

Through countless review of mission briefings, Malakin has been able to come up with a brand new picture of the mechanical education research station in his mind-it is an ugly and deformed fortress, it may have been a sphere.

Weeping, these will open up a corridor from the dull surface of the inspection station, but at the same time they must act carefully and on time.

Long-distance scanning can only analyze the structure of the first few floors of the inspection station, and the structure diagram given by Greya is also very vague, and it is difficult to plan a reasonable assault route only by guessing.

Even they are unwilling to clearly state the purpose of this research station.

This has created a certain amount of trouble for Malakin to formulate a combat strategy, but one thing remains the same. They must go deep inside the inspection station to find all the surviving members of the Mechanical Cult, know what happened, and what they might encounter. The enemy is annihilated.

Among them, the task of finding the enemy's position requires the leader of each team to complete. This time Malakin has brought two hundred soldiers, and he believes that there will be no problem.

There are three goals in this battle, one main goal, and two secondary goals.

Malakin checked the blaster gun for the last time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then tightened his **** wide blade with one hand, and the weak energy was revealed on the surface of the blade.

Other interstellar warriors did the last iconic inspection of their weapons, from helmets to checking the tightness of the armor, and then to blaster guns.

The heavy weapon squad is equipped with plasma cannons, and the energy coils inside are shining brightly.

The assault team adjusted the jumping backpack to adapt to the planet's gravity environment, and pulled the chain saw sword out of its sheath.

All angels are born to fight, but the heirs of San Giles have a stronger talent for melee combat with the enemy, and dare to take up any melee weapon to fight the emperor's enemy.

Suddenly, the chants stopped abruptly, and every star warrior had no distractions in his mind except for fighting.

In the sky, all the landing modules roared in unison, and they had hit the surface of the planet——

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