"What on earth is that..."
In the City of Gray Flowers, Angeltai looked up blankly at the giant mechanical tower that appeared out of thin air on the horizon.
A native of Colchis, he answered the call of the Imperium of Man and joined the Word Bearers Legion after the coming of the Lord of Mankind.
Although Angertai has seen countless alien nations, large and small, during the Great Crusade in the past hundred years, and as a space warrior, he has wiped out and defeated all kinds of heretical civilizations that stubbornly resisted.
But in his impression, his home planet has never had such a huge building...not to mention the current state of war.
The auxiliary armored corps numbering in the tens of thousands, the Titan corps composed of two Warlord-class Titans and several Predator Titans, as well as dozens of cruisers surrounding Colchis——
"A few days ago, I was still wondering why the First Legion could call those oil guys on Mars over..."
"Ha. Now it seems that it is reasonable."
Xia Fen seemed to be joking optimistically, but Angeltai could hear the heavy atmosphere in his words.
"…yes."
"After all, it is a... ruins of this scale. Those archaeological madmen are probably very happy now, aren't they?"
As if infected by his close friend's optimism, Angeltai pretended to be calm and spoke.
"If you ask me, when the astrological language is transmitted back to Mars...the oil guys who didn't come to Colchis will probably go crazy with anxiety - who said they don't want to see the old Colchis."
"It will be different from now on. When this battle is over and Colchis begins to prepare for full-scale industrialization, those damn oil guys with turned-up noses in the past will have to line up to report to our legion!"
"But now the parent group is increasingly short of people. Angeltai, I can't sit still - I heard that the brothers in the sub-group have a good reputation, and I almost want to be transferred from the Sawtooth Sun."
"Come on! Xia Fen, since that old donkey in Kor Phaeron was executed by the emperor's order, it's too late for others to come and serve in our parent regiment..."
"Hahaha! That's right!"
"Hahaha!"
On the walls of the City of Gray Flowers, two burly Astartes were joking with each other, seemingly unaware of the extremely tense atmosphere in the city.
Yes, not every Astartes has as rich a resume as Angel Tai and Shafen. Some of the younger Word Bearers warriors are already praying to relieve the pressure in their hearts.
However, they all know very well what terrible things can attract the attention of the Mechanicus and even the Titan Order. Even though the Word Bearers have not experienced too brutal wars in the past years, they The combat experience of serving as space warriors for nearly a hundred years also allows them to instantly know how intense this battle will be.
There is no doubt that a brutal war of apocalyptic proportions is already unfolding before our eyes.
The creation of an ancient alien civilization? The strange abilities of dangerous heretics? Or is it a terrible crisis long before the Old Night?
They have no way of knowing, but they are not afraid - since they were born with the expectations of the Lord of Mankind for them, every Astartes will face the fate of death in endless wars. This is their The price you pay for accepting this extraordinary body.
It is also their ultimate dedication to fighting for the human empire throughout their lives.
…
An unprecedented feeling of fatigue appeared on Elaine.
Pain, dizziness, and more indescribable weird conditions made her feel the feeling of "fatigue" firsthand.
This was an extremely rare state for a Primarch, and it symbolized the feeling that her mental and physical endurance had fallen to the limit.
Elaine could only vaguely remember everything that had just happened.
Warp Gate, Tzeentch, Iron Man... Warp Storm.
Several extremely dangerous keywords were spliced together in her tired brain, forming everything she had ever done.
Yes, she ran headlong into a warp storm.
If it were a conventional life form, she would have been shattered to pieces tens of thousands of times.
Fortunately, the terrifying nature of the Primarch limited the damage she suffered to a level that was not life-threatening, and retained the last bit of physical strength she could move.
So, Elaine rushed into the subspace door that connected the real universe, and pounced like a wild beast under the horrified eyes of the iron man who had been promoted to the Great Demon of Tzeentch——
After that, her consciousness was interrupted.
But the clear feeling of taking something away does not deceive oneself.
"...Hey. It seems...it's a worthwhile trip."
Collapsed on the unfamiliar land, Elaine smiled weakly.
Even though she was too tired to open her eyes now, and the touch from the land around her didn't seem like Colchis, she was still vaguely aware that her right hand was still holding something.
Something beating like a human heart...
I'm afraid, this is the [core] of that iron man.
However, no matter how tenacious her consciousness was, after experiencing the physical body traveling through the subspace storm and taking away the core center of the iron man with her final physical blow, her body was too exhausted to move.
As a life form in the physical universe, the Primarch has its limits after all.
Even the instinct to open his eyes cannot be done, let alone the so-called 'desire to survive'... The abundant physical strength and bloodthirsty desire he experienced in the subspace have completely dissipated.
In this state where physical strength is weakened to the limit, just barely recovering consciousness for a moment is probably a huge miracle.
Now Elaine can only barely feel that the surrounding environment is no longer like any planet she is familiar with. The sticky, hot and humid smell of blood that is almost corrosive is like a hell on earth, and the bursts of shrill and painful screams and begging for mercy are even louder. It is endless.
Several key words poured into her brain, but Elaine's brain, which was now as weak as an ordinary mechanical priest, thought carefully for a few seconds before coming up with the corresponding answer.
The moment she got the answer, her brows suddenly frowned.
——Damn it...I won't fall into Nostramo or Comoros...
Due to the influence of the subspace storm turbulence, Elaine now has no ability to protect herself at all... At this critical moment, I am afraid that an ordinary Astartes can kill herself.
but…
Consciousness is slowly fading away, and reason is gradually dissipating.
All she could do was pray to the Emperor.
——Forget it, that’s it.
——If you die, your soul can return to the Golden Throne sooner...
Elaine thought to herself with some regret and fell into a deep sleep helplessly.
After confirming that Elaine was completely asleep, several Dark Eldar finally emerged from the shadows.
The Dark Eldar carefully locked the sleeping behemoth with strange shackles. In the past, they were too indulgent to have any unreasonable thoughts about such a terrifying existence of such size and ferocity.
Just because they saw Elaine physically pass through the subspace storm and rush into Commorragh in the webway.
If we use the concept of the ancient Terran people to describe it, it is a being who forcibly dived into the deep sea thousands of meters with the physical body, and penetrated the shell of the deep sea shelter with the physical body...
No matter who she is, no one would think that she would be an ordinary, normal living being.
And the giant brass shadow in the highest heaven was still watching her.
As if expecting something...
…
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Come on the big stage of Comoros if you are brave enough!
(End of chapter)
