A rough-looking battleship was burning.
It tilted painfully in the void, gas and particles spurting like blood from its massive tubes.
Sailors sailing on the deep and vast oceans often compare their huge ships to behemoths.
They give the ship a soul, permeating their thoughts and bodies into the wood and steel structure.
Once there is an emergency, in a storm, or threatened by a sea monster in the abyss, these sailors will call on the spirit to save them, begging it to let the sailors escape from death for the last time.
To those who could observe the ship's destruction, the ship that had just breached the atmosphere looked like a wild beast, but in the throes of death it was powerless to save its occupants, no matter their roars How desperate.
The main planet of Forun has been blocked for more than two weeks. The greenskins on the planet have organized several breakouts in an attempt to escape from this desperate death place.
They used incredible engineering technology to build some warships with exaggerated engine power on the surface of the planet, intending to use this to escape.
But the Imperial warships in orbit were like fishing. They waited until they broke through the influence of gravity and entered the void exhausted, then dealt a fatal blow.
Even so, Ork's stubbornness still makes them happy.
And the warships taking off are getting bigger and bigger.
If given time, they might not even be able to drive away from the planet.
But they don't have that much time.
On the armor shell on the side, the scars were as dense as a sieve, and pieces of metal plates fell off like scales.
What was exposed underneath was a layer of fragile "flesh", which was burning and almost extinguished as soon as it was ignited. The fleeting flames greedily devoured the scarce oxygen remaining in the damaged hull.
On the back of the giant beast, the turrets that stood majestically along the keel collapsed and shattered, and the remains were thrown like residual limbs into the depths of the starless universe, leaving them to drift around like rootless duckweeds.
The huge hole dug deep into the abdominal space was the fatal blow, destroying most of the engine in one precise attack.
The moment it was cut open, the damaged abdomen continued to throw the frozen body into the void.
These corpses are all green-skinned, and the corpses are covered with burns like mesh holes.
They float motionless, forgotten among the other wreckage.
The battleship's void shields had long since failed, and another surgical strike was meant to weaken and damage, not kill with one blow.
Viewed laterally, on the starboard side of the battleship, a series of deep wounds penetrated directly through the weak armor layer. Several assault boats reached the target and firmly grasped the ravaged side.
In addition to these external damages, the main culprit that weakened the Ork battleship to this point came from the relatively inconspicuous landing craft.
It was from here that the fatal blow was delivered.
The deadly "cargo", the Astartes, had made its way inside.
During the siege of Fulun Prime, Soshyan did not let the soldiers idle, but continued to use actual combat to refine their gang-hopping tactics and their ability to fight in small spaces.
Soshyan ran down the corridor of the abdominal entrance, keeping one eye on the glowing radiation counts on the left helmet-mounted display.
He was heading to the lower deck at the stern, where the warp engines were located.
"Thor."
While turning on the communication, he reached the first lateral intersection of the corridor.
They had to move forward quickly before reinforcements could be mustered, but once beyond the intersection, the battleship's lighting and vital life-support systems failed.
Gravity was barely holding on, making the magnetic lock to maintain the link to the deck not quite necessary yet, but visibility was already problematic.
Within seconds of being summoned, Thor was there, biometric scanner in hand, searching for potential threats.
"Detecting enemy contact, number four."
Nodding to Thor, Soshyan touched the communication ball embedded in his neck armor.
"Farzad, your team will be the forwards, Armin, you and your men will be responsible for the wings, and Ustad, your team will be the defenders."
A series of rapid confirmation cursors flashed across Soshyan's retinas, and they were ready to move on.
Farzad came forward from behind, holding a flat-nosed melt gun in a waist-holding position.
"go ahead."
As he led the nine warriors forward, he received a brief nod from Soshyan in reply.
"We don't know what's going to come out of there, so brace yourself."
In this case, caution is required.
After walking a quarter of the way along the corridor, their first warning appeared in a wide maintenance area. It was a stream of bright red light like an artery, reflecting on Farzad's armor.
"Enemy attack."
He reacted quickly, turned around, and released a high-density stream of hot melt from the weapon.
White-hot beams illuminated the darkness, and a portion of the corridor's reinforced structure buckled and disintegrated under the heat, as if it had been crushed.
A murderous green-skinned guy was enveloped in the flames and also suffered the blow. His breastplate and left shoulder armor were sunken inward, emitting firelight and a pungent smell.
But that didn't stop it from throwing its chain axe, which rotated over and over again before embedding itself in the wall.
Other waiting aliens responded to the roar that came through Farzad's walkie-talkie, but their roars came from bloodlust rather than pain.
Three big green men wearing thick armor came to the assault team.
Two of them were wearing rough yellow and black armor that was dirty and full of battle scars. The other was pure dark green, with a hunched back, and weird, twisted and twitching muscle tissue that made the armor full of drills and chainsaws. Almost too much to hold.
This is an over-modified green skin that looks like it should be a technological master. In addition to the two natural arms, it also has two additional mechanical arms. The head full of sensors is almost integrated with the helmet with antennas. There is no way to tell each other apart.
It doesn't require swords, just those rapidly spinning drills and chainsaws are enough.
Farzad briefly summed up the damn creature and said loudly:
"Destroy the aliens!"
He sent a second wave of heat towards the tech master, but it was defused by the enemy's deflection, as if it was just a small provocation.
Old rivals, old methods.
Farzad pulled out the two power axes behind him, lightly pressed the start button on the ax handle, activated the power field crackling on the edge of the ax blade, and faced the enemy.
"Come!"
From the retina display screen in his helmet, he saw other warriors shooting at other greenskins, but those heavily armored behemoths rushed straight up without fear of shooting. In the end, the warriors spun around and drew out their power swords for close combat.
Farzad's eyes moved closer, and he saw that the Technologist had pushed aside the steaming corpse on the ground, and found that the Astartes stood upright with contempt.
Words cannot do justice, so Farzad roared in rage and swung his ax at the beast.
This blow was like hitting the adamantine hull of a Thunder Eagle. The force of the shock was transmitted from the ax handle, painfully stimulating Farzad's arm.
"Hard idea! I like it!"
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