The surface of the planet Roswell 7.
This is a dark, dead planet. The planet's atmosphere is filled with thin oxygen. Radiation dust blows along with the breeze. The surface is almost all iron-gray gravel and gravel, with no sign of life.
Such a dead planet also has complex topography. Huge and deep rift valleys like continental scars are spread across the entire planet, making Planet Roswell 7 look like a dry and cracked scab.
These rift valleys are dotted with caves and dark passages carved out by ammonia underground rivers, which are as intricate as a maze.
At this time, a big-bellied transport spacecraft with profanity and brutal graffiti painted on its outer shell was quietly anchored in a deep rift.
It is daytime on Planet Roswell 7, but not much of the star's light is left after being blocked by the planet's atmosphere, and the transport spacecraft hiding in the deep pit and giant valley is as dim as night.
In the control room of the spacecraft, prayer flags and scrolls were scattered everywhere, with densely packed Kolchis characters written on them. The lights were not turned on in the dim control room, but large and small candles were lit. The air was filled with a mixture of thick blood. The spicy smell left behind after burning the spices is nauseating.
At least Hiroshi Tateshita almost vomited when he first entered the control room.
He carefully looked up at the tall and terrifying figure sitting on the large seat in the middle of the control room.
The ferocious armor swayed like a ghost under the dim candlelight. The dark red shoulder armor was engraved with fine black prayers, and the edges of the armor were inlaid with sharp metal spikes.
The owner of the armor was not wearing a helmet, and his pale bald head was also covered with twisted words. He lowered his head, his face was hidden in the black shadow and could not be seen clearly. The index finger covering his gauntlet touched his knees lightly. Tapping lightly.
Hiroshi Tateshita knew his name, Crofa, the person in charge of these three transport ships.
A powerful Chaos Space Marine.
Hiroshi Tateshita and others received the request and came to the control room. Facing this powerful fallen Astartes, everyone was cautious and no one dared to speak first.
Only the tapping sound of fingers echoed in the dim control room. In this suffocating atmosphere, the Chaos Space Marine finally raised his head, revealing a pale and evil face, and spoke in a low voice:
"They want to trap us on this planet."
The bald man's eyes were yellow and white, and the teeth in his mouth were all filed to the point of sharpness. When he opened his mouth, the mouth was full of sharp teeth, which made Tatexia Hong dare not look directly at him.
No one responded to him, and Clofa continued to speak in a slow tone:
"They are about to land... The Ultramarines are very cautious. They will test our strength little by little."
"This group of blasphemers are very smart... They will not fight a war of attrition with us in caves and tunnels. Once they find out the location of the transport fleet, they will teleport back and then call for an orbital strike."
Having said this, he raised his head, looked directly at the people in front of him, and said:
"When the time comes, we will all be drowned in this damn canyon by high-explosive bombs poured from a Lunar-class cruiser."
Clofa asked in a playful tone:
"A few of them claim to be sent by the Four Powers of Destruction to assist me. Faced with such a predicament, what advice do you have?"
In the early days of the Horus Heresy, the rebel faction was not as powerful as the loyal faction. Warmaster Horus, based on the concept that the enemy of his enemy is his friend, actively worked with the illegal psykers who were discriminated against and oppressed in the areas ruled by the empire. , mutants, space pirates, etc., and instigated them to launch rebellions and disrupt the security of the empire, so these people were almost in the same camp as the Warmaster in the early days.
Krofa obviously classified the reincarnators among these people.
Tatexia Hong swallowed and started thinking rapidly.
He has been in the Warhammer 40K world for a while, and he already knows how these genetically modified people called Space Marines fight, and he also clearly knows the teleportation and other technical methods of the Space Marines.
The leader of the Chaos Space Marines has judged the tactics that the opponent will adopt. Hiroshi Tateshita is convinced, and now he is trying to find a way to destroy this tactic.
"Sir, I can provide you with excellent warriors. As long as there is enough food, there will be an endless supply of warriors!" A middle-aged man with a beard and brown hair who looked like a scholar said excitedly.
Tatexia Hong, who was about to speak, couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.
Clofa also smiled slightly when he heard this, showing his sharp teeth, and said in a gloomy voice:
"Belensky, I remember you. Those little bugs of yours are very interesting. They may be useful against mortals, but they are too weak for Space Marines."
Hiroshi Tateshita looked at the middle-aged man holding the long iron-gray can in his hand tightly, and cursed in his heart: Idiot, this is the Warhammer 40K universe. In this world with a very high lower limit of intensity, the aliens will be killed by ordinary firearms. The strength of the injured exoskeleton, as well as the strength and agility that are only stronger than ordinary humans, are simply not enough in the face of bolters and power swords.
The middle-aged man with a brown-red beard pursed his lips, looking unconvinced.
Regardless of others, Tateshita Hiroshi made up his mind and spoke in a deep voice:
"Sir, I can block the transmission of the opponent's Space Marines for thirty minutes."
"Oh?" Krofa was obviously interested when he heard this, "What kind of shielding method? Are you using some kind of ancient technology jamming device?"
Hiroshi Tateshita explained: "No, my domain expansion... uh, I mean that after my psychic ability is activated, teleportation within a radius of five kilometers will be invalid!"
Clofa squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the thin black-haired young man, then touched his chin and said:
"A psyker who doesn't need a psionic amplifier is interesting..."
Hiroshi Tateshita said: "I can only interfere with their teleportation back to the battleship. Sir, as for the space warriors left on the planet, it is up to you."
After saying that, Hiroshi Tateshita took a deep look at Crofa. He believed that this evil and cunning space warrior could understand what he meant.
Krofa smiled and said: "I'm beginning to appreciate you a little, smart mortal. Of course, you can rest assured that the holy warriors blessed by the four gods will leave the puppet emperor's lackeys on the surface, and our After people are entangled, the commander of the Ultramarines would not dare to use orbital bombing unless he doesn't care about his soldiers at all."
After saying that, seeing that the other strangers present showed no signs of expressing their opinions, Clofa waved his hand and said:
"Okay, all of you, please step back. We will start arranging defensive arrangements to welcome the arrival of the puppet emperor's lackeys."
The reincarnators left the main control room one after another.
Walking in the dim corridor of the spaceship, the screams and moans of victims could be heard from the dark depths of the corridor from time to time, which was horrifying.
Taroshita Hiro guessed that the Word Bearers were torturing the captives for fun.
At this time, a woman in black wearing a long stick wrapped in cloth suddenly came over and asked in a low voice next to Tateshita Hiroshi:
"Spell to fight back?"
Tateshita Hiroshi was startled and turned around to look at this tall, slender, European-American white woman wearing a black hood and black clothes.
Tatexia Hong asked: "Do you know?"
The corner of the woman's mouth curled up and she said, "I heard those words you missed. Huh, you Asians aren't the only ones who watch anime."
As she spoke, she chuckled: "But you have to be careful. If your domain doesn't work, I believe that Crofa will crush your head with his own hands before being overwhelmed by the cannons of those ultramarines, haha .”
After saying that, she turned and walked forward.
Tateshita Hiroshi stopped where he was and looked at the woman's back. To be honest, this Caucasian woman with a pointed chin and deep eyebrows and an oval face was quite good-looking, but she always gave him a very dangerous feeling.
She was right. Despite the way she swore in front of Crofa, Hiroshi Tateshita was not sure whether her domain could interrupt the Ultramarines' teleportation device. If it failed, the Word Bearers' teleportation device would be destroyed. The wrath will surely come upon him.
Hiroshi Tateshita looked at the long stick-like object wrapped with black cloth behind the woman's back, and guessed that there should be a sword inside based on the shape.
On the other side, the scholar-like brown-red beard tightly held the long iron-gray metal can in his arms, gritted his teeth, and whispered to a short man next to him who had a stooped back and was wrapped in a gray burqa. The woman cursed:
"Klofar doesn't trust me, they don't believe me. These damn fools, they don't understand the potential of the aliens at all. The upper limit of the potential of the aliens is infinite. As long as Clofar promises to give me a living space warrior, I You can cultivate Space Marine aliens, which are definitely powerful beings that have never been seen before. Damn it, damn it, these ignorant and short-sighted idiots..."
This woman, who was wearing a black gauze mask and her head bent forward in an exaggerated arc, listened to the chatter of her companions beside her, looked around, and whispered:
"The battle is about to begin... Hiss ~ Belensky, we don't need Krofa to give us living space warriors. If we find the right opportunity, we can get it ourselves, right?"
Her voice was both human and inhuman, with a strange, hoarse hiss.
Belensky said: "I know, but you have also seen that those perverted genetically modified people are not something we can approach casually. Even when they are injured, they can beat us to pieces with a wave of their hands and die. The corpses of Space Marines are useless, and Chestbreakers can only be conceived from living receptors."
The hunchbacked woman hissed: "Patience, Belensky, stay patient, we will have a chance."
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On the teleportation deck, Vlahos stood quietly in the middle, holding a tactical tablet. The flashing green light spots on the tablet were moving, intuitively reflecting the location information of each team.
The progress of each spearhead team on the surface is constantly coming from the communication channel. Which team has encountered greater resistance and which team has arrived at the predetermined position ahead of schedule.
More battlefield information continued to be transmitted back to the Sossalan, and Vlahos' brain was running at high speed, calmly analyzing the information.
This is a unique ability that Guilliman's descendants inherited from the Primarch. It is said that the Primarch's own brain can process tens of thousands of information at the same time and make quick decisions.
Generally speaking, the spearhead troops encountered little resistance, but as they passed through caves and crevices and got closer and closer to the actual location of the transport spacecraft, the enemy's firepower began to increase. Along with the blocking of some ship-borne heavy weapons, the ground began to Call track support.
Vlahos rubbed his chin, thinking.
Beside him, rows and rows of Space Marines wearing dark blue power armor were lined up neatly, with chests raised and heads raised, ready to go.
The Chapter Chaplain holding the power scepter walked in front of the queue, and one by one he nailed the small notes of the battle oath written by the soldiers to the ceramite breastplate on the soldier's chest with a red stamp.
The Chapter Chaplain of the Sossalan is a brown-haired and white-whiskered Astartes monk. He has reviewed the mental outlook and battle oaths of each warrior in turn.
When he arrived at Fu Qinghai, who was at the end of the team, he saw the bone-white armor. The chaplain was slightly startled. Then he patted Fu Qinghai on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"Good luck to you, warriors of the Khan."
"Thank you, sir."
Finally, Vlahos made up his mind, raised his head, and said loudly:
"Follow me according to the latest updated coordinates and carry out an orbital airborne strike!"
The technical priest standing by and wearing a dark red hood immediately brought a few servitors with him upon hearing this and began busy updating various parameters of the orbital airborne landing on the control panel.
After Vlahos put on his helmet, he led each airborne team into the orbital airborne cabin one after another.
The Sossalan was hovering in the orbit of Planet 7. A row of openings were opened in the belly of the battleship. The heads of the sharp airborne capsules slowly poked out of the ship's hull. The thrusters were ignited and started. These long cone-shaped airborne capsules were It turned into slender golden meteors and disappeared into the atmosphere.
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