Such sacrifice made Soshyan respect him, so he made a decision.
"Are you serious, Chapter Master Soshyan?"
He could hear Lieutenant General Yarrow's shock through the muffled white noise.
Soshyan focused part of his attention on the nearby tactical panel and found that two more runes marking the transport ship disappeared from his eyes.
Strictly speaking, Lieutenant General Yarrow's strategy was actually very effective, and the greenskin fleet was bleeding every turn.
But this is not enough.
For Soshyan, for those who sacrificed, for those who are sacrificing, it is not enough.
"My message is accurate."
His voice cut through the void in the broken signal.
"You have to clear a fire lane for us."
Soshyan paused for a moment, then a wave of white noise filled the gap.
He nodded, as if the other party could see him.
"We will land on the enemy's flagship after we get close."
For a moment, an uncomfortable gloomy silence filled the command throne, and a dazzling electric light flashed across Soshyan's face - numbers and tactical codes demonstrated the battle situation on a charcoal-black screen.
His face was cold and expressionless, but the spark in his eyes could be felt by the servants even from a very long distance away.
After a brief silence, a voice filled the noise.
"Copy that, everything is as the Emperor wishes, Chapter Master Soshyan."
Soon, the battle brothers who had just experienced the battle regrouped under the order of the chapter leader. However, this time they gathered at the torpedo room instead of the flight deck.
Groups of servants surrounded them, making final preparations for the battle.
Tech-priest Loken moved among the crowd, chanting binary language in a low voice and making adjustments.
Next to Soshyan, the priest Yazdan's helmet was forward, leaning against his scepter. The parchment filled with oaths was attached to the handle of the scepter. He knew that the priest was reciting his oath silently in the helmet at this time.
He suddenly felt a sense of pride. They had just passed death, and they were about to rush to death again, but no one flinched, was afraid or hesitated.
Soshyan ordered an assault on the green-skinned flagship, which surprised Thor - he had thought that Soshyan would lack the courage to move forward because of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
This mission may be the last of the Astral Knights, but that doesn't matter, that's the nature of war.
All Astral Knights know that the price of victory is often death.
The Emperor created them to embrace death.
"Countdown to 60 seconds, Chapter Leader."
A voice reached Soshyan's ears, and Soshyan realized that it was the voice of Lothar, who was commanding the battleship instead of him. The man's voice was a little lost.
This is to be expected.
But someone must control the Starfire, and no one is better at controlling the battleship than Lothar.
In the void, the Spark's slender hull swept across the hellish void battlefield, with 24 cruisers covering its wings as it plunged into the heart of the battlefield.
The target is ahead, at the center of the greenskin fleet.
In front, the accompanying warships were also approaching their flagship.
The Nova Cannon roared, the light spear flashed, and the torpedoes shuttled, each looking for their target.
This time Lieutenant General Yaro no longer begrudges the power in his hands.
They all know the value of fighting and sacrifice, and if they can do enough damage to throw the Greenskin fleet into chaos, then the Starfire and the Jump Force can take advantage - and that's the real killer move.
The destructive forces waiting in the landing torpedoes and teleportation chambers would tear the steel behemoth of Imperial warships from the inside.
It is cruel to throw one's life away so lightly, but there is a chance of success.
Because it can be seen from the tactics and coordination of this greenskin fleet that they are completely different from the previous greenskins - they are all obviously good at naval combat.
If we continue to fight, even if the transport fleet is destroyed, it will be difficult to severely damage the enemy.
At this point, the arrow is ready.
"30 seconds countdown!"
The sound sounded again, Soshyan blinked his eyes to confirm, and opened the dedicated channel shared with other warriors.
"Bros."
The soldiers in the cabin stopped moving, and the launch bay and the compartments of each department also became quiet.
He had not thought about what to say before. His whole life experience was war. Since he left his mother's arms, he had spent all his time in training and war, maintaining the existence of the empire with his bloody hands.
Soshyan is not an eloquent person, but his men will follow him into a life-or-death battle, which makes Soshyan's heart surge.
"We are engaged in a war, not a war of conquest, nor a war we want to start, but a war that must shed blood for the oath and for the empire. We may never see the end of the war, but if we If our sacrifice can make the enemy pay a hundred times the price, then future history will always remember us!"
He paused, feeling the charge on his skin begin to increase, the machine roaring, and the arc of light on the platform beginning to shine. Tyr buckled on his brass helmet, closed his eyes,
"Astral Knights, as Astartes, we have embarked on a path of hardship and dedication. As your Chapter Master, I ask a lot from you, and I often make these requests...
But this statement has never been more true than now! "
When he said these words, Soshyan seemed to be back there again, the place where he was supposed to die.
"These filthy aliens are slaughtering our brave warriors. We can reap the fruits of victory after leaving corpses everywhere, but I believe that the fruits will be extremely bitter! We are the sword of the Emperor, and we swear to behead the enemy. Our duty It’s to protect humanity. If victory must be bought with blood, then let’s use ours!”
Amidst the roar of the machine, the entire cabin shook.
"For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
The soldiers roared in unison.
"attack!!"
The mechanical soul that jumped to the torpedo confirmed the command and responded, sliding out of the torpedo tube at an extremely fast speed.
When it detached from the hull, it quickly left the Starfire behind.
While gliding quietly, the roar of the ancient rocket engines passed through the torpedo's reinforced substructure, through the hatch, through the personnel compartment, and into Soshyan's heart.
He could imagine how fierce the battlefield was around him. As long as any lucky bullet hit the torpedo, the Astral Knights would become history.
But luckily for them, after gliding for several minutes, the approaching signal light flashed.
“Be prepared for high-speed access and impact.”
Soshyan calmly informed the surrounding soldiers of the situation. He could hear the fixed frame and safety belts creaking as they were tightened, and he also felt the vibration and shaking of the torpedo head when it came into contact with the armored shell of the enemy warship.
The jumping torpedo tore a path through the belly of the enemy warship, just like a bullet piercing flesh and breaking bones.
The strong torpedo flying at high speed knocked open the bracket and knocked all the equipment it encountered to the ground.
They chose the structurally fragile flight deck as the breakthrough point. As the torpedo penetrated deeply, many structural supports were torn off and hit the rail car below filled with equipment, weapons and ammunition.
The goons were running around holding their heads, while the mechanics were at a loss as they looked at the sudden torpedoes.
Soshyan felt a powerful force tearing apart his genetically modified body. This feeling was very uncomfortable.
As the torpedoes roared like thunder across the flight deck, leaving behind a mess, the hydraulic system of the Space Marine's power armor was also put to the greatest test.
Each warrior has a superhuman physique, strong and thick muscles, and a highly adaptable black carapace. It is these that absorb the huge power that is enough to tear an ordinary person into pieces.
