The majestic fleet that blocked the sky docked in the orbit of Salem.
This dead metal world without an atmosphere was almost impenetrable inside and outside by the expedition fleet from the Human Empire. Any small ships that tried to escape were intercepted by precise fire control arrays.
Those dazzling fireballs blooming in the dark night sky are the death omens of those dirty strangers.
Then, the iron rain, symbolizing death, came.
The 'Storm Birds' all over the sky were carrying raindrops composed of countless 'Airdrop Pods', and were thrown towards this dead planet.
There were also some burning ship fragments mixed in, and countless severed alien limbs and rapidly frozen crystallized blood swirled around until the remains of those space hulks also fell with them.
The alien warlords who have received distress signals may know what it means, but it is too late.
Regardless of their hopes for the Warboss, the real enemy has already arrived.
An unspeakable terrifying shadow appeared in the majestic giant airdrop pod. Any artillery fire poured out of fear was swallowed up by the lavender void shield curtain. These divine machines named [Ember Wolves] strode forward. Bring merciless destruction to the enemy.
Riding on the iron rain, the Death Angels pierced the dirty and filthy camps of these aliens like sharp swords, and their thick magnetic boots emerged silently from the shadows.
Quiet. Only silence.
The vacuum blocked any panicked screams from the aliens before they died, completely immersing these dirty cyborgs in a cage made of despair.
The majestic and huge mechanical foot carelessly ran over dozens of pools of plasma corpses. The completely silent atmosphere, the dim and deadly stellar radiation, and the Beijing view built through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood made this walking in the world The god's machine is dyed with a sacred color.
These aliens, who have long lost orbital air control, can only pray.
However, these aliens whose skull shapes have long lost their sacred contours are not a symbol of mercy at all.
There is no one to save them. What awaits them is the sword of the Angel of Death and the iron hooves of the God's Machine.
The white and blue figures galloping on the battlefield were brandishing their 'salvation', blood-stained chain axes spitting out promethium exhaust gas, and bolt guns reflecting tongues of fire.
Among the high-speed figures of the Astartes that are difficult for ordinary people to capture, there are even slightly bloodthirsty scarlet pupils looming in them - if the aliens running around are unfortunately discovered by them, their heads will disappear in an instant. fly.
Hymns of death and carnage were sung in the silence, and the crystallized cold blood kept flashing like a monument.
Until any despair is forever frozen in the moment before death.
Until any screams echoing in the communication channels were completely silenced.
——This war (farce)...it’s time to end.
The Primarch looked down at the dead planet in front of him and murmured softly.
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With a dull sound like a heavy object falling to the ground, the dirty head of the [Emperor] was thrown in front of Redjac.
Some pipes flashing with electric sparks and a ferocious ugly face symbolize the unwillingness and anger of the alien emperor before his death.
"You are safe. The leader of [Mechanical Cult], Redjak."
A cold female voice slowly sounded in the dark environment, and Elaine came to Redjak with dull steps.
The hunched figure of the Tech-Priest was in sharp contrast to the imposing figure of the Primarch.
"...Honorable Omnisiah, thank you for your rescue."
Redjak's old voice sounded slightly tired, and his electronic prosthetic eyes slightly looked at the exaggerated red-haired woman in front of him.
There is no doubt that this is the savior of Salem, an expeditionary rescue force from Mars and the solar system, a divine being called the Son of Omnisiah by Mars.
"Of course. While conquering the Maelstrom is urgent for the Imperium, aiding a long-lost Forge World is even more important."
"In the coming Great Crusade, the Empire needs your loyalty and dedication in return for this rescue."
Elaine leaned over slightly and tried to help the seemingly exhausted technical priest up.
However, before her gauntlet touched Redjak's shoulder, the other party immediately knelt down.
"In the name of the God of All Machines - I swear my loyalty to you."
There was a vague reverence in the hoarse and tired voice, which also allowed Elaine to see clearly the expression of the technical priest.
Admiration, respect, reverence, fanaticism...all kinds of similar words can be used to describe his gaze.
At this time, Redjak was also observing the majestic Primarch in front of him.
On Elaine's heroic and delicate face, Redjak could not find any fatigue similar to his at this time. A small-scale expedition war did not seem to have any impact on her.
However, this made Redjak even more admired for the woman in front of him who had almost created a perfect war.
Yes, even though his troops were no longer able to support these reinforcements, he relied on Salem's developed avian observation array and large fortune teller to observe the entire war from beginning to end.
It can be said that Redjak has experienced countless battles, large or small, in his life. But never had the impact on him been as great as the shock he felt this time.
After Redjak carefully read the recorded readings and reports of the entire war from the surface astrology array, his previous horizons seemed to be completely broadened.
The action strategies of those precise and efficient soldiers surprised him, the various vertical and horizontal coherent tactics surprised him, and the void shield fleet array cycle that was enough to be included in the textbooks - and the perfect implementation of all these, so efficient that Instructions that are difficult to understand.
It can be said that all this shocked Redjak. He really could not understand that there was such a terrifying commander in reality, and that she had such an extremely efficient and perfect fleet in her hands.
Along with the fatigue in Redjak's husky voice, much of it comes from lamenting his interpretation of the data.
So, when this commander who created a perfect war appeared in front of him and was the benefactor who saved countless ancient knowledge in Salem...
An endless desire for exploration grew in Redjak's heart.
Just like the test imposed on him by the God of All Machines, a real problem that was too complex to be understood, and the saint who created it, appeared in front of him.
The pursuit of knowledge is the unstoppable nature of every technology priest.
As the leader of [Mechanical Paganism], Redjac pledged his loyalty to the son of Omnissiah who walked the world without hesitation.
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