Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

After a while.

On the Conqueror, slaves belonging to the Oathbreaker warband are preparing the Dreadclaw airdrop pods. Some mortal warriors who obey the warband have been forced to complete their preparations and enter rows of airdrop pods one after another.

Master of Decapitation Sharok led fifty berserker warriors in the warband to advance in the corridor. The nearby mortal slaves immediately ran away after hearing the heavy footsteps and breathing. Some were slow to react or were unfortunate enough to encounter Chaos like Sharok. The mortal Space Marine would be grabbed and pressed against the weapon, slicing the mortal's neck as if sharpening the weapon.

After using a mortal to sharpen the blade, Sharok felt that the torture caused by the Butcher's Nail was slightly relieved, and he continued to stride towards the hull of the ship where the Dreadclaw was.

"Shalok."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Sharok's ears. He gasped impatiently, but did not express this anger directly in words, because the person calling him was Thorax, the leader of the Oathbreaker warband.

"You are evenly divided into the airdrop pods. Don't crowd together, because your landing points are different." Thorax continued to use the communicator to instruct, "Don't forget that you are executing decapitation tactics. Don't just attack those ants." Start killing."

"Huh...huh..." Sharok's breathing was very heavy, and Thorax could hear it clearly on the other side of the communicator.

But Thorax wouldn't say anything, because he knew that Sharok would definitely obey his orders, but he was just very impatient at this moment.

This is normal, the battle is about to begin, and the Butcher's Nail is torturing Sharok, making him want to start harvesting lives immediately to relieve the pain.

"I planned such a large-scale operation and agreed to Huron's inexplicable conditions, not just to invade the Forge World."

"I have bigger plans, and that is to integrate our various warbands that were originally part of the World Eaters Legion."

"..."

Sharok continued to listen to Thorax's plans...

As an adjutant, Sharlock had always felt that the Butcher's Nail had little impact on Thorax.

Even the members of the "Prodigal Sons" war gang were puzzled by this matter, saying: Corsolax is more like the wise man among a group of bloodthirsty madmen. Of course he is also very bloodthirsty and crazy, but he can't fight with these people. Compared to Nail, he is simply too rational.

"Work harder, brother." Thorax gave the final instruction and cut off the communication.

Sharok entered the first Dreadclaw drop pod he saw, and other Chaos Space Marines in the warband also entered other prepared drop pods.

The hatch slowly closed.

"Huh...huh..." Shalok breathed violently and long, sounding like a hum made with his breath.

After Sharok waited patiently for a moment, he suddenly heard a strange voice echoing in the airdrop cabin: "This is a joint operation. Should we contact other war gangs when we are ready, and then work together Airdrop it?"

The machine soul of the Dreadclaw drop pod is very special, especially the machine soul of this drop pod that Sharok often uses.

"No! We have to land before other warbands! Land now!" Sharok ordered with a roar.

The airdrop pod was immediately launched and headed straight to the southern end of the Forge World.

Although the airdrop pods thrown by the fleet were of various colors, these airdrop pods unexpectedly maintained the same level and the same speed in the early stages of their fall, and then their speeds varied.

…

on the ground.

Beta Fortress.

Vic, who rushed back to his friends, was located in Beta Fortress, standing on the top of a tower filled with various anti-aircraft weapons. He did not direct the skitarii running back and forth on the scene, but looked up at the sky.

It was night at this time, and from time to time a luminous spear would fall to the ground in the sky.

Vic saw that the giant fortress he was in was regarded as a key bombing target by warships in orbit. However, the void shield protecting the fortress deflected attacks directed at the fortress into subspace, and the enemy fleet's attacks were temporarily stopped. to the effect.

Just when the Skitarii in the fortress felt that they were lucky to be protected by the Void Shield, something happened that suffocated them.

A large number of meteors were falling, and the entire night sky was illuminated red by them.

Witnessing this scene, Vic knew that it was not a meteor but an airdrop pod. Out of the rigor and curiosity of a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus, he even began to speculate that each "meteor" belonged to the known performance parameters of various airdrop pods. What type of drop pod.

Severn is not as leisurely as Vic. He is quickly giving orders to the troops stationed at important factories or energy facilities, so that the Skitarii Marshals in various places are prepared to deal with the airdrop pods.

The drop pod is a rather disgusting thing - for a party that has lost orbital control.

The airdrop pod will be filled with various powerful warriors and land on the surface of the planet at an extremely fast speed. For it, various defense lines, fortresses and war situations are of little significance.

No matter how well-defended a high-level person whose location is guessed is behind a well-defended defense, the drop pod will land near him, and the soldiers inside will rush out and start a killing spree.

"01011010." Sevin raised his head and glanced at the sky. The implant in his brain instantly calculated the position of the airdrop pod from the ground, and then passed on the command to fire the anti-aircraft weapons.

The anti-aircraft weapons on the ground opened fire immediately, weaving a dense network of anti-aircraft firepower in the air, and even some of the Wild Ass mechas that Sevin could mobilize began to shoot in the air.

In Vic's eyes, these anti-aircraft firepower networks are simply impossible to break through, but he knows what probability is. From the moment he loses orbital control, being attacked by enemies in the airdrop cabin is something that will happen with a high probability.

"Where's the support from the Imperial Navy and the Agrippina fleet? Why can the enemy's fleet directly enter our galaxy?" Sevin walked to Vic and made a cold and mechanical complaint.

These complaints were mixed with some hissing sounds, which meant that Sewing, who had been specially transformed for military command, did not delay issuing orders when he complained.

"You are a priest, who are you asking?" Vic asked.

"I'm waiting too..." Sevin said mid-sentence, then suddenly changed his words, "I just received a message that our fleet was intercepted in a nearby galaxy, and they are fighting pirates."

After hearing this very bad news, Vic said nothing and silently stared at the open space below the tower.

Sewing probably calculated the landing points of those airdrop pods, and a large number of skitarii poured out from all over the fortress.

The vanguard and rangers hid behind the bunker and set up various weapons. The heavy-duty servitors acted as bunkers while preparing to shoot. Some units such as rust seekers and electric priests also passed by...

You can even see a data craftsman and the Castellan robot he controls.

Various heavy firepower weapons on the fortress walls also turned their muzzles and aimed at the open space.

The Skitarii surrounded the landing point of the airdrop pod and isolated a hollow area with a radius of about two hundred meters, preparing to launch an attack after the airdrop pod landed.

All this was done silently. The priest Severin who commanded the army could convey his orders to his subordinates in an instant, which was not inefficient.