Extreme Star Field, Baal Prime.
The hot solar wind whizzes past, carrying the sand and dust, and as far as the eye can see are endless sand dunes.
The sun is scorching the earth, and the distant scenery becomes a little distorted as the temperature rises.
"This is already a Death Star."
Alexander grabbed a handful of sand, opened his palm and the sand flew high into the sky instead of falling into the ground.
There are basically no traces of the existence of human civilization on the surface of Baal Prime, and what is left are some half-exposed ruins.
"It was the war that completely destroyed this place. The desert is filled with strong radiation dust that is fatal to ordinary people."
Magnus used his psychic energy to open up a space.
Even the air here is filthy, carrying viruses and chemical toxins.
"The surfaces of its two satellites are all made of glass. They were originally two heavenly stars. The civil war caused all this."
Magnus used his psychic powers to see into the past.
In the dark ages, subspace storms swept here.
In order to compete for the resources of Baal Prime and to survive, the two Paradise Stars broke out in such a tragic civil war.
But in the end, none of them survived.
"If we use this place as a recruitment planet, I'm afraid the Ninth Legion's troop sources will be insufficient for a long time."
Alexander turned back to the Thunderhawk gunship.
The two of them personally boarded Baal and traveled to many places to find the source of the rancid smell and blood.
Judging from the current situation, they seem to be well hidden.
"Let's go to the next place."
Magnus boarded the ship and ordered his Thousand Sons, and the Thunderhawk gunship spewed fire and quickly took off.
The same scene reappears in many places on this planet.
Nearly a hundred Thunderhawk gunships and Thousand Sons Legion soldiers formed a large net, carefully screening everything on this planet.
"Hey bro, you look much taller than us."
The wizard of the Thousand Sons Legion held a staff and knocked twice on the adamantine breastplate of the Thunder Warrior.
Standing together, the two looked like the difference between a muscular man and an ordinary person.
"I'm already this tall."
"Uh, I mean hundreds of years ago."
Bukaret can no longer remember what he looked like before he was transformed into a Thunder Warrior.
Now, after being transformed again by the Emperor, he is taller than the Imperial Guard.
Moreover, each of the Thunder Warriors received a unique set of adamantine power armor, a storm-type heavy bolter, and exclusive melee weapons.
In the past, they could not even touch these sophisticated equipment. They just put on some half armor and rushed to the battlefield.
Although the adamantine power armor is not as good as the Forbidden Army's Brilliant Gold Armor, it is much better than the ceramic armor.
"Brother, you must cover me later."
The Thousand Sons knew what they would face next, and the stench of subspace was already rushing into their nostrils.
When they exerted their psychic power, a group of comrades more than three meters tall appeared around them, making them feel extremely safe.
"Just stand behind us."
Bukaret responded nonchalantly.
The remaining veterans from the Unification War still have their own aloofness even when facing Space Marines.
The remaining Thunder Warriors on the Thunderhawk gunship have been checking their heavy bolters, power swords or power axes to avoid unexpected situations on the battlefield.
This is the first battle after the reorganization of the Thunder Warriors. If something goes wrong, it would be a pity to have such an advanced weapon in hand.
"Brother, I don't have the habit of hiding behind others. We fight side by side."
The Thousand Sons Wizard heard that the Thunder Warriors didn't care about them.
Faced with too many ignorant brother troops, the Thousand Sons still tried to patiently explain to them.
"What we're going to face next, I'm afraid bolters alone won't be able to deal with them."
"It depends on this."
The Thousand Sons wizard holding the staff took out a psychic book from his arms and showed it to them.
"Books? Oh no, it's knowledge. I know knowledge is the most powerful power. My company commander told me."
Bukaret stuck the bolter into his waist, reached into his power backpack and took out a book as well.
"What?"
The Thousand Sons were a little surprised.
This muscular man actually carries books with him and likes to read just like them.
"Imperial Truth, haven't you read it? I gave it to you."
As if dropping a heavy burden, Bukaret handed the suit and clothes into the hands of the Thousand Sons.
"Hehe, we have experienced too many wars. Sometimes the weapons in our hands are the empire's truth."
Stuffing a book into a power backpack will save two magazine positions on the battlefield.
The Thunder Warrior did not dare to complain about his company commander Kab Eric, but he did not stop himself from giving the book to his comrades.
Anyway, just go back and make up for it after the war.
"Brother, can you give me two more magazines?"
Bukaret looked at Thousand Sons with a friendly face, holding the handle of the power hammer in his hand, as if you wouldn't refuse me, right?
The Thousand Sons Wizard looked at the Imperial Truth in his hand in confusion, raised his head and stared at the tall and strong Thunder Warrior, and he was immediately relieved.
Right, this kind of book fits their image.
"That's enough ammunition, Scarfin. Add two magazines to my brother."
"yes."
Scarfin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
"Brother, I also think this is the truth of the empire."
Scarfin pulled out two single magazines from the ammunition compartment of the Thunderhawk gunship and inserted them into the power backpack himself.
The Thousand Sons Legion, like Magnus, also knows that the truth of the Empire exists, but it is only temporarily necessary.
Therefore, in their eyes, the power of a copy of Imperial Truth may not be as powerful as two magazines.
"Brother, my name is Bukaret."
Team leader Bukaret solemnly introduced himself to the Thousand Sons, but his eyes were fixed on the ammunition compartment.
Every Thunder warrior struggling to survive in the hive basically suffers from a phobia of insufficient firepower.
No, it should be said that it is a disease of poverty. Without him, life in the past was too hard.
For a soldier who only knows how to fight to integrate into civilian life, a lot of time and money must be spent to repair the body.
The feeling of being extremely poor is really uncomfortable.
"Olmuz, that's my name."
Qianzi, holding the staff, returned to his seat, sat down, closed his eyes and rested.
Olmuz thought he had finally found a brother troop who liked psychic knowledge, but the result was not as expected.
"Okay, Brother Olmuz, I think my team members also need two magazines."
Bukaret pointed his thumb behind him, and the other Thunder Warriors immediately understood and took out their own Imperial Truths and stuffed them into the hands of the Thousand Sons.
These veterans who have been fighting for decades and have been in society for more than a hundred years can all be regarded as talents.
They can often survive the most dangerous life-and-death battles, but they can accomplish their tasks in unexpected ways.
The Thousand Sons were momentarily at a loss by the enthusiasm of their brother troops. They looked back at Olmuz and saw that he didn't even want to say anything and just waved his hand.
The Thousand Sons had no choice but to accept Imperial Truth and replace the Thunder Warriors with two magazines.
Bukaret sat back in his seat and glanced at Olmuz secretly.
According to the information provided by the company commander, Bukaret knew that this wizard named Ormuz, and his twin brother Ahriman, were relatively famous warriors in the Thousand Sons Legion.
There will most likely be competition for the position of First Company Commander.
The staff held by Olmuz looks like a staff, but it is just a strangely shaped power hammer with multiple abilities added to it.
Years of wandering have taught every Thunder Warrior the importance of intelligence and knowledge.
They may not like to read Imperial Truth, but it cannot be said that they do not learn.
Otherwise, without certain knowledge to save themselves, their bodies would have collapsed long ago and they would not be able to survive to this day.
"Sit tight, brothers, we are about to arrive at our destination."
The Thunderhawk gunship quickly shuttled over Baal, carefully searching every coordinate according to the battleship's scan of the surface.
Now, their team will make an emergency landing on a rare human ruin in the desert.
