Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"I would like to write before you, to my kind, to mankind. Although my book will fall into the hands of only a few people." - "The Book of Lorgar"

The moment they stepped onto the deck, they found that all the surrounding air valves had been locked, and the supplied air was only circulating internally. The isolation doors in the corridor fell one after another. At the same time, a string of runes appeared through electronic components. It also shimmered faintly around each metal-edged rivet.

𝟔𝟗𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐱.𝐧𝐞𝐭】

The Word Bearer in the group breathed deeply, easing the pressure he felt on his soul. Designed by the psionic masters among the Primarchs, when all the runes are arranged, any human with normal spiritual energy levels, except the soulless ones in the palace, can activate this set of rune arrays to have a spiritual effect. Use blocking and suppression functions.

"Oh, what happened? Did we get into trouble?" the Luna Wolf muttered.

The Iron Warriors stood calmly. One of them waved his blood-stained arm armor, showing no surprise at what was happening before him: "We are too dirty."

"We have indeed arrived at your Glory Queen Iron-Blooded Ship, right?" Moon Wolf asked confused, "rather than the legendary Eighth Legion who will be kicked out of the Night Ship if the soles of their shoes are not wiped clean?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of an Astartes sounded on the channel.

"Please stay within the range of the indicator lights on the ground and do not leave."

As the prompt ended, the light strip embedded in the steel plate on the ground lit up, trapping all team members inside.

"That's Titus, the chief apothecary of the Fourth Legion." Kroger said, placing some flesh and blood samples brought back from the main star on a platform that slid in front of him.

A circle of curved iron pieces was erected from all sides of the platform, tightly sealing the samples inside. Then it slid away and disappeared into the square passage in the wall.

The second platform then slides over. This platform is wider than the previous one, allowing more objects to be placed on it.

"Put down your weapons. The technical sergeants will maintain your bolters. We will then return the weapons one by one." The pharmacist's voice continued. "Of course, bolter is a code name for the weapon."

Two Iron Warriors took the lead and led by example, with the remaining three warriors following behind them.

"I think he must have been dealing with some rigid legion." Moon Wolf said as he took out a grenade from his back and put it down. He looked around and a thought jumped into his mind. "I think I've guessed why...it's just that this battle is a bit amazing."

"If you had seen the Phalanx from thirty years ago, you would understand why this is essential."

The Iron Warrior said earnestly, watching the glass curtain walls rise from around him. There are rumors in the fleet that the glass here is enough to withstand the salvoes of individual missiles - and this rumor is mainly born from their trust in the father of the gene. After all, no one has ever had the opportunity to actually test it.

"Combat members returning from landing missions need to undergo a certain degree of cleaning and disinfection; and we need this especially, so the process is more stringent."

Moon Wolf reached out and patted the iron feather on the Dark Angel's shoulder armor. He had wanted to touch it for a long time. "Do you know what happened to the Phalanx, Dark Angel?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because you are the first legion..."

"Be quiet, brothers. Next, we need to clean the outside of the power armor." Kroger said, watching the channels appear on the ground for later drainage.

"Okay." Shadow Moon Wolf shut up.

"Afterwards, will we be allowed in?" the Word Bearer asked, meeting his reflection in the glass.

"Not so fast. Automatic machines will come over to remove our armor because they will perform operations according to established threads instead of manual adjustments like staff. There may be a certain amount of pain during the process, mainly in the nerve sockets and biological connection slots. "And so on," Kroger continued, looking at the high-pressure nozzles rising upwards inside the glass curtain wall.

"After that, we need to clean and disinfect the skin here, and take some antibacterial drugs, and then go to the bathhouse to soak in warm water to soothe the spirit. Of course, the last step is mission welfare."

"Okay, I understand." The Word Bearer replied. Since the end of the battle, he has been very talkative, perhaps because he has poured out all his anger at once on the accumulation of flesh and blood that beat the Prime. .

They opened their arms to the maximum extent allowed by their armor and accepted the high-pressure water curtain.

——

The war satellite suddenly cracked on the screen, and the outer armor from the lower right third was like a squeezed peel. As it cracked, the internal metal structure was spit out one by one.

A large number of things containing fuel, energy and ignition materials collided with each other chaotically in space. After a brief flash, they exploded into dim and charred debris in piles. Apart from destroying the gravitational environment of the planetary system, they could no longer affect anything. Things cause harm.

At this point, all three war satellites have been destroyed, and the surface bases on the main star have all been taken over by Astartes warriors, or completely wiped from the ground by arriving fire support troops. Leon showed interest in the final cleaning work, and Lorgar handed over the execution of the task to him.

The Dark Angel Lord's interests did not seem to be completely determined. Every few days, he would show a certain preference for different unfamiliar jobs. Perturabo, Horus and Lorgar were also willing to take care of their eldest brother who had just returned to human society, at least within the scope of the situation.

Perturabo finally checked that there was no abnormality on the side of several Space Marines who were undergoing body cleaning, so he held the armrest of the iron chair, sat down on the chair with sparse carvings, and sent messages to other legion masters in turn.

He closed his eyes, and the code of the text flowed in the line.

"All task forces have returned to the Iron Blood, and the reports on casualties and armament consumption have been completed. After repairs, they will return to their respective expedition fleets."

The code was converted back to a mechanically synthesized voice, which came out of Lorgar's sound array. The Truth Bearer turned his eyes away from the bone products that were being soaked in acetone and defatted, and listened to the Iron Lord's insights on the war.

Good news, Lorgar thought, everything he did was of great benefit to Him.

"We all know that after the flesh and blood structure in the center of the main star was destroyed by the 23rd team, the defense systems of the second and third war satellites obviously lost their original sensitivity and responsiveness, and the defectors inside no longer had the ability to issue and execute tactical instructions, and instead mechanically completed simple tasks, making the entire defense network only operate at the lowest efficiency.

"In my personal speculation, I think those flesh and blood structures should play the role of regional brains or ganglia. Once destroyed, the remaining parts can only rely on semi-dormant instincts to operate. Further analysis is still in progress, and the psychic detection will be completed by craftsman Morse.

"In the subsequent in-depth operations, we can ask the soldiers to continue to look for similar structures to further verify the existing inferences. The communication ends."

Lorgar retracted his gaze and immediately found that there was still a hissing sound of electricity here.

"Lorgar, are you still there?" Perturabo called his name.

"I'm here, dear brother."

"I hope to meet you in the Narni Court of the Iron Won, is it okay?"

"Oh, of course." Lorgar raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Okay. Please let me know when you are free."