In the silence of space, the assault landing module was falling towards a planet.
Behind the curved metal frame is a directional booster that spits flames, allowing the landing module to land at a stable rate, and its flight path is passing through the orbit of this dead planet.
It was a cold and bright planet, and the Mother of Tears stationed in orbit shone brightly in the dark universe. But on the other side of the planet, the weepers who came here to investigate did not know that there would be Uninvited guests arrive——
In the drop bay, Malakin could hear the soft singing of the choir slaves and the gentle hum of the armor's vibrations.
His subordinates were all calm, meditating on the coming battle, and it was the years of war that had molded them into the pinnacle of human combat prowess.
The figure to whom the warriors meditate is Sanguinius, the idol to whom the Chapter compares itself, the noble example to whom they strive to follow.
What they are meditating on is the mission given to them by the Emperor. They will travel across the stars in the star sea and undertake tasks that ordinary fragile mortals cannot shoulder in the Empire's grand plan.
Though they have meditated on these things a thousand times or more, preparing their minds for the intense intensity of battle and banishing unnecessary distractions that might dishonor their credentials as a Son of Sanguinius.
Malakin also knew what his comrades were thinking, because he felt the same way.
The difference is that times have changed, and the historical task of building the Lamenters Chapter into a journey of honor and dignity is more arduous, which is more important than winning or losing a battle.
Especially when he heard that Armageddon Soshyan fought side by side with the Blood Angels and once again created a glorious victory, he realized that his friend would soon give the Astral Knights a place in the legends of the Empire. His deeds will be told as glorious history to mortals across the galaxy, and will be written and sung in hymns before dinner.
But he was still far behind, and even the shame of the war group had not been completely washed away.
The immature and inexperienced young chapter leader that he met back then had unknowingly left him far away.
Malakin is not a vain person, but he also has his own pride!
Therefore, the recovery of the battle group has become the only issue that he thinks about every day. How to obtain more resources, more equipped battleships, and more relationships and connections, all of which require his own hands.
This cooperation with the forging world Greia is also for this reason.
After all, the price offered by the other party is very high!
The drop pod was still vibrating, and the faces of the choir slaves were intricately decorated and mounted on brass armatures.
When the once-human singers begin to sing, they are lifted up to the ceiling of the landing module.
Mindless, half-human machine slaves are used to undertake menial and heavy tasks that require no skills. The choir slaves are not only a group of human faces responsible for singing poems, but also install the communication system in the landing cabin. At the same time, their singing also represents the war. A regimental tradition that helps soldiers focus their thoughts on the next coming battle.
The target is close, and the soldiers are ready to fight.
Malakin could feel the emotions welling up in the souls of the warriors, the passion for war, the concentration on battle, and the admiration for Sanguinius.
These radiant qualities were reflected in his brain, and he could easily experience the strong and consistent emotion without even trying.
The landing capsule shook violently as it passed through the first atmosphere of Dacia, but the ten space warriors in the capsule would not let themselves be shaken by their imagination. They were all tied to gravity seats, and their bodies were The bright yellow power armor and weapons are shining with light.
Soon, the hymn in the landing cabin also entered its final chapter, and the majestic singing drowned out the noisy sound outside the cabin.
Malakin picked up the battle helmet next to him and put it on. The sealed helmet wrapped tightly around his throat. The visual system connected to the helmet showed that his huge armor had been joined airtightly, enough to start to deal with anything on the ground. Harsh climate.
Every Space Marine spends hours aboard the ship carefully inspecting their weapons and equipment, adhering to the strictest weapons discipline so that they can fight smoothly.
After a few seconds, Malakin activated the runes on the visual system and activated his communicator.
Even though the warning system of the landing module has not yet prompted, and the hymn chanted by the machine slave has not stopped, Malakin can still feel that he is getting closer to the target.
"Prepare to land."
The thrusters that were braking entered the second stage of operation. The gravity seats of the Space Marines flexed and stretched into a cushion-like buffer to help them overcome the influence of their own weight and withstand the heavy pressure during deceleration.
"The Lamenters."
Malakin's clear and proud words came from the communicator.
"I don't need to tell you why you are here, I don't need to emphasize what is required of you, I don't need to say more about how you should fight, because you will never be confused about these things, but now I want to add that our attitude towards Sanguinius Respect will keep us safe from the curse of the red and black in battle, so don't relax."
Malarkin was able to speak directly to the hearts of his warriors, using the traditions they honored to inspire them to superhuman feats and defiance of their own flaws.
The lights in the landing cabin flashed and the noise became louder. The machine slaves also raised their voices, and the chorus of hymns became louder and more shocking.
The sound of banging metal resounded through the hull, which was a precursor to the landing module coming into contact with the ground, and the sharp ceramic claws extending from the engine hood would tear through the earth.
By reviewing mission briefings countless times, Malakin was able to conjure up a new image of the Mechanicum research station in his mind—an ugly and misshapen fortress that might have once been a sphere.
Weeping: They will carve a corridor out of the research station's matte surface, but their actions must be done carefully and on time.
Long-distance scanning can only analyze the structure of the first few floors of the research station, and the structural diagram provided by Grea is also very vague, and it is difficult to plan a reasonable assault route based on mere guessing.
They are not even willing to clearly state the purpose of this research station.
This caused some trouble for Malakin in formulating a battle strategy, but one thing remains unchanged. They must go deep into the research station, find all the surviving members of the Mechanicus, know what happened, and prepare for possible encounters. The enemy is annihilated.
The task of finding the enemy's location needs to be completed by the leader of each team. This time Malakin brought two hundred soldiers, and he believed there would be no problem.
There are three objectives in this battle, a primary objective, and two secondary objectives.
Malakin checked his bolter one last time, then tightened his grip on his Bloodblade with one hand, faint energy visible on the blade's surface.
The other Space Marines also made the last iconic check of their weapons and equipment, from helmets to checking the sealing of the armor to bolt guns.
The heavy weapons team was equipped with plasma cannons, the energy coils inside them flickering.
The assault team adjusted their jump packs to adapt to the planet's gravity environment and unsheathed their chainswords.
All angels are born to fight, but the descendants of Sanguinius possess a greater talent for melee combat with their enemies, and dare to take up any melee weapon to fight against the enemies of the Emperor.
Suddenly, the chanting suddenly stopped, and every Space Marine had no other thoughts except fighting.
In the sky, all the landing modules roared in unison, they had hit the surface of the planet——
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