Warhammer Inquisitor

"Leaving, ready."

"Leave."

The fleet of the expeditionary force jumped out of outer space.

"Formation, sail out of the dark side of the galaxy."

Cole gave orders to the fleet on the bridge, and when they regrouped from the outskirts of the galaxy and sailed into the luminous side of the galaxy, they saw the behemoth on the side of the planet.

"By the Emperor, what is that?"

Someone on the bridge asked, there is a huge artificial star in front of the fleet, it is quite huge, almost occupying most of the surface area of ​​the planet.

The whole planet around it was hollowed out, leaving many holes in the surface, and minerals and building materials were sent into orbit and assembled on the huge star, making it bigger and bigger.

A fleet of orcs, more like flying trash, guarded the surrounding area.

"Battle moon." Vito replied, frowning and looking at the moon carefully.

"Battle Moon? I've only seen it in books." Anna said in surprise.

"How does that feel?"

"It's a little bit more broken than I thought."

The surface of the moon was very broken, many parts were not built well, cracks and gaps were everywhere, and the unprotected internal structure was exposed.

"It's a good thing it's not finished yet, Cole, the fleet is attacking in formation."

Cole nodded affirmatively, and then gave orders to the fleet. Vito sat back on the throne on the bridge and looked at the battle moon behind the orc fleet.

"Command the Astartes, land, detonate it."

The fleet of the expeditionary force quickly completed the battlefield formation, and then launched an attack towards the battle moon. The orcs also found them, and the garbage fleet defending the moon quickly launched a counterattack.

The battleships were biting together in the galaxy, and in the explosion, the strike cruiser of the space marines launched a swift assault. Under the cover of the surrounding escort fleet, the Blackmaned Wolf and the Order entered the range of the battle moon.

The Space Marines jumped to help the troops quickly launch a strike. The landing pod and the Thunderhawk roared out of the cabin, crossed the fleet and entered the unclosed deck of the battle moon.

The Thunderhawk painted in the color of the Space Wolves roared and landed on the deck. Ragnar strode out from the deck with a double ax in hand. More Thunderhawks landed behind him, and the Space Wolves company filed out.

They quickly killed all the grit workers on the deck, as well as a few green leather overseers.

The Dark Angel's Thunderhawk also landed, and Lancelot stepped off the Thunderhawk, looking around at the green-skinned corpses and approaching Ragnar.

"Ragnar." Lancelot said closer, "You go to reactor number 2, and I'll go to reactor number 1."

"Understood, I will be faster than you, come with me!"

They split up, Ragnar and Lancelot each led their soldiers to attack from both sides.

Ragnar rushed into the interior of the moon, and the wolf warriors behind him followed him, attacking the depths of the battle moon, and the space wolves rushed towards the target along the roughly spliced ​​and assembled interior of the planet .

On the moon, the greenskins fell into chaos, and the frontal attack of the expedition fleet made them all pay attention to that side, without realizing that the Astartes were attacking inside themselves.

The wolves attacked swiftly and directly, with the ferocity of a Fenrisian, but they did not love to fight, and went straight to their target.

It's like a pack of wolves smelling wounded prey.

They defeated the few greenskins who realized their existence and came to intercept them. The wolves were unstoppable. They formed two pairs of fangs with the dark angels, biting towards the heart of the moon.

The chain saw axes in Ragnar's hands kept roaring and roaring, splitting the green skin's head and cutting off the chest.

He rushed across the deck, striding forward to the greenskin. The greenskin was knocked out and leaned against the wall, and then he chopped off his neck with an axe, and blood sprayed on Ragnar's face.

"Canned dried shrimp!"

The orc warlord rushed in, he and Ragnar looked at each other, and the two sides immediately roared and rushed towards each other, and they followed closely behind the space wolf and the orcs.

The two sides collided instantly in the center of the moon corridor, roaring and roaring, swords, axes and warhammers fought fiercely together.

The battle cries of the orcs mingled with the howls of the Space Wolves, and there were explosions all around the moon, but the vibrations here came directly from the fiercest battle.

Ragnar and the warlord fought from one end of the corridor to the other, their axes smashing the walls and the ground.

Their battle was protracted, seemingly indefatigable, as the two brothers and the Emperor's warriors fought desperately to kill each other, and Ragnar slashed the orc's arm.

And he punched Ragnar's helmet flying, and the helmet shattered on the ground. Ragnar spat out the blood in his mouth, and turned his head to look at the green-skinned general who was rushing forward.

He roared angrily and chopped down the axe, Ragnar rushed up, embraced the green-skinned general and smashed open the door, falling to the ground behind the passage.

Ragnar grabbed the greenskin's wrist, stepped on him and broke his arm, the greenskin warrior howled sharply, Ragnar broke his arm, and lifted it high.

The head of the green-skinned warlord was hacked in. Ragnar chopped off his head with his saber, and the orcs rushed over. in front of them.

The heads of the greenskins exploded one after another, and their bodies were punched out by the bullets fired from one side. Another unexpected team arrived and quickly fired from the edge to eliminate the orcs here.

It was an insurgent army composed of human captives. They wore tattered clothes and held weapons that they had cobbled together from the garbage on the ship or had hidden them privately.

Although they looked embarrassed, there was a fighting enthusiasm on everyone's face.

Ragnar looked at them, and the Space Wolves rushed over behind him, "I'm glad you're still alive, we're going to kill the green-skinned reactor, come on?"

"Happily, for the Emperor."

An old man came out from among the captives. His right eye was missing and an arm was missing, but he still had a resolute face and led the rebels to kill them all the way.

"Commander Yarick."

Ragnar recognized him, and the latter apparently recognized Ragnar, or his name, or possibly the Space Wolves emblem on his shoulder.

"It's good to see the Astartes here." Yarick said, and single-handedly blasted the heads of the undead orcs on the ground with a real bolter.

"Now, let us once again fight for the Emperor."

"Great." Ragnar grinned, and took the helmet handed by the soldier behind him, "Lancelot, you can't guess who I met."

"The marshal's order is to make a quick assault, and let's talk about other things."

Lancelot said that he had led the Dark Angels to kill the moon. Their speed was quite fast, and they broke through the interception of the orcs and rushed into the reactor in the center of the battle moon.

The construction here has not yet been completed, and the reactor is directly exposed to the vacuum, and the magnetic boots under Lancelot's feet make him stand still.

The warriors of the Dark Angels rushed in, and the orcs were thrown into a vacuum, unable to stop Lancelot's forces.

Lancelot looked at the reaction furnace below, which shone with azure light, and powerful power was transmitted from here to every part of the moon.

"Blow it up."

The warriors of the Dark Angels placed the quantum nuclear warhead they had brought next to the reactor, it was activated, and the countdown numbers began to work.

"Ragnar, are you done with it?" Lancelot asked.

"Okay, Yarick and his people are more familiar with this place than us, so let's set it up."

"Retreat." Lancelot said to Ragnar, and at the same time ordered his warriors, and the Dark Angels immediately began to retreat.

"We're taking your new friends back," said Lancelot. "The High Marshal will want to see him, and he has some questions to ask."

Having said that, Lancelot also withdrew. He led the soldiers back to Thunderhawk, started the engine and flew out of the moon. Behind them, the countdown to the bomb also reset to zero.

Vigorous explosions emerged from both sides of the moon, blasting the unfinished Battle Moon to pieces.

Vito sat on the bridge, passing through the devastated greenskin fleet, watching the moon shatter and the wreckage blaze and crash to the planet beside it.

"They made it," Cole said, standing on the sidelines.

"My lord, we rescued the prisoners of the Iron Legion on the Battle Moon, and Commissar Yarick was among them."

Lancelot's voice sounded, and the Thunderhawk emerged from the sea of ​​flames in the distance and flew towards the fleet. Cole and Vito looked at each other, and the latter nodded slightly.

"Bring him here, I have something to ask him."

"An extinction order is issued on this planet, and no spores of the green skins can survive." Vito told Cole, who nodded, "Understood."

Vito turned away from the bridge, and the planet behind him exploded.