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Chapter 35 Preparing to Land
The surface of Planet Loswell 7.

This is a gloomy and dead planet. The atmosphere of the planet is filled with thin oxygen, and the radiation dust blows along with the breeze. The surface is almost covered with iron-gray gravel and gravel, and there is no sign of life.

Such a dead planet also has complex topography and landforms. Huge and deep rift valleys like continental scars spread all over the planet, making the planet Loswell 7 look like a dry scab.

These rift valleys are full of karst caves and dark passages eroded by the ammonia underground river, which are as intricate as a maze.

At this time, a big-bellied transport spaceship with its shell covered in profanity and brutal graffiti was quietly moored between a deep chasm.

It is now daytime on the planet Loswell 7, but the light of the stars has long since been blocked by the planet's atmosphere, and the transport spacecraft hiding in the deep pit and giant valley is as dim as night.

In the spaceship control room, there are scattered prayer flags and scrolls everywhere, with densely packed Korzis characters written on them. The lights in the dark control room are not turned on, but candles of all sizes are lit. The air is filled with bloody blood. The pungent taste left after burning the smell and spices is disgusting.

At least Ryoshita Hiroshi almost threw up when he first entered this control room.

He raised his head cautiously to look at the tall and terrifying figure on the wide seat in the middle of the control room.

Under the background of the dim candlelight, the ferocious armor swayed like a ghost. The dark red shoulder armor was engraved with fine black prayers, and the edge of the armor was inlaid with sharp metal spikes.

The owner of the armor was not wearing a helmet, and his pale bald head was also tattooed with distorted words. He lowered his head, his face was hidden in the black shadow, and he could not see clearly. Tapping lightly.

Liao Xiahong knew his name, Clofa, the person in charge of the three transport ships.

A mighty Chaos Space Marine.

Liaoshita Hiroshi and others received the request and came to the control room. Facing this powerful fallen Astartes, everyone was cautious, and no one dared to speak first.

The dim control room only echoed the sound of tapping fingers. In this suffocating atmosphere, finally, the Chaos Space Marine raised his head, revealing a pale and evil face, and spoke in a deep voice:

"They want to trap us on this planet."

The bald man's eyeballs were yellow and white, and the teeth in his mouth were all filed to a point. When he opened his mouth, Ryoshita Hiroshi couldn't look straight at the mouth full of fangs.

No one responded to him, and Clofa continued to speak in a slow tone:

"They are going to land soon... The Ultramarines are very cautious, and they will test our reality a little bit."

"These blasphemers are very smart... They won't fight us in a war of attrition in caves and tunnels. Once they find out the location of the transport fleet, they will teleport back and call for an orbital strike."

Having said that, he raised his head, looked straight at the people in front of him, and said:
"At that time, we will be drowned in this damn canyon together by the high-explosive bombs poured by a Lunar-class cruiser."

Clofa asked playfully:
"Several people who claim to be sent to assist me by destroying the Four Great Powers. Faced with such a predicament, what advice do you have?"

In the early days of the Horus Rebellion, the strength of the rebel faction was not as good as that of the loyalist faction. Based on the concept that the enemy of the enemy is the friend of the enemy, Warmaster Horus actively fought against the discriminated and oppressed illegal psykers in the empire's ruled area. , mutants, space pirates, etc., and instigated them to launch a rebellion and disrupt the law and order in the empire, so these people were almost in the same camp as the Warmaster in the early days.

Clofa obviously classified the reincarnated people among these people.

Liaoxia Hiroshi swallowed and spit, thinking quickly in his mind.

He has been in the world of Warhammer 40 for a while, and he has already known how these genetically modified people named Star Warriors fight, and he also clearly knows the technical means of teleportation of Star Warriors.

The leader of the Chaos Space Marines has judged the tactics that the opponent will adopt, Takashita Hiroshi firmly believes, and now he is trying to find a way to destroy this tactic.

"My lord, I can provide you with excellent fighters. As long as there is enough food, there will be an endless supply of fighters!" A middle-aged man with a brown-red hair and a bearded scholar said loudly excitedly.

Liaoshita Hiroshi, who was about to speak, couldn't help but sneered when he heard the words.

Clofa also smiled slightly when he heard the words, showing his sharp teeth, and said in a gloomy voice:
"Belensky, I remember you. Those little bugs of yours are interesting. They may be useful against mortals, but they are too weak for space fighters."

Liao Xiahong looked at the middle-aged man tightly holding the iron-gray long tank in his hand, and cursed in his heart: Idiot, this is the Warhammer 40K universe. In this world with a very high lower limit of strength, aliens that can be killed by ordinary guns The strength of the injured exoskeleton, as well as the strength and agility that are only stronger than ordinary humans are not enough for bolters and power swords.

The brown-red bearded middle-aged man pursed his lips, looking unconvinced.

Regardless of the others, Liao Xiahong made up his mind and said in a deep voice:

"My lord, I can block the teleportation of the opponent's space fighter for 10 minutes."

"Oh?" Clofa was obviously interested when he heard the words, "What kind of shielding method, do you use some kind of ancient technology disrupting device?"

Liao Xiahong explained: "No, my domain development... Uh, I mean, after my psychic ability is activated, the teleportation within a radius of five kilometers will be invalid!"

Clofa squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the thin black-haired young man, touched his chin and said:
"A psyker who doesn't need a psychic booster, interesting..."

Liao Xiahong said: "I can only interfere with their transmission back to the battleship, my lord, as for the space fighters left on the planet, it depends on you."

After finishing speaking, Ryoshita Hiroshi took a deep look at Clofa, he believed that this evil and cunning space warrior could understand what he meant.

Clofa smiled and said, "I'm starting to appreciate you a little bit, smart mortal. Of course, don't worry, the holy warriors blessed by the four gods will leave the lackeys of the false emperor on the surface, and our With people entangled, the commander of the Ultramarines wouldn't dare use orbital bombing unless he didn't care about his fighters at all."

After finishing speaking, seeing that the other strange people present no longer seemed to express their opinions, Klofa waved his hand and said:

"Okay, you all step back, we start to arrange defensive arrangements to welcome the arrival of the puppet emperor's lackeys."

The reincarnators left the main control room one after another.

Walking in the dark corridor of the spaceship, the screams and groans of the victims can be heard from time to time in the dark depths of the corridor, which is creepy.

Takashita speculates that the Word Bearers may be torturing the captives for fun.

At this time, a woman in black with a long stick wrapped in cloth suddenly came over and asked in a low voice beside Liaoxiahong:
"Spell return?"

Liaoshita Hiroshi was startled, and turned to look at this tall and slender Caucasian woman with a European and American face, wearing a black hood and a black dress.

Liao Xiahong asked, "You know?"

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up, and she said, "I heard the words you slipped up. Hmph, you Asians are not the only ones who watch anime."

She said with a chuckle: "But you have to be careful, if your domain doesn't work, I believe that Clofa will crush your head with his own hands before being overwhelmed by the guns of the Ultramarines, haha .”

After speaking, she turned and walked forward.

Liao Xiahong stopped at the same spot and looked at the back of the woman. To be honest, this caucasian woman with a pointed chin and deep brows and eyes was quite good-looking, but it always gave him a very dangerous feeling.

She's right, don't look at her swearing in front of Clofa, but Liaoshita Hiroshi actually has no idea whether her own domain can interrupt the Ultramarine's teleportation device. If it fails, the Word Bearers' The wrath was sure to come upon him.

Liaoshita Hiroshi looked at the long stick wrapped with black cloth strips on the back of the woman, and guessed in his heart that it should be a sword because of its shape.

On the other side, the scholar-like brown-red beard tightly hugged the long iron-gray metal tank in his arms, gritted his teeth, and whispered to a short man next to him who was hunched over and wrapped in a gray burqa. The woman cursed:
"Klofa doesn't trust me, they don't believe me, this group of damned idiots, they don't understand the potential of aliens, the upper limit of the potential of aliens is infinite, as long as Klofa promises to give me a living space warrior, I will It will be able to breed the space warrior Alien, which is definitely a powerful existence that has never been seen before, damn, damn, these ignorant and short-sighted idiots..."

This woman with a black veil and her head bent forward in an exaggerated arc listened to the chatter of her companions, looked around, and whispered:
"The battle is about to start... Hiss~ Belensky, we don't need Klofa to give us living space fighters, we can get them ourselves if we find the right opportunity, don't we?"

Her voice was both human and inhuman, with a strange hoarse hiss.

Belensky said: "I know, but you have also seen that those perverted genetically modified people are not something we can approach casually, even when they are injured, they can smash us into pieces with a wave of their hands and die Space Marine corpses are useless, and Chestbreakers can only be conceived from living receptors."

The hunchbacked woman hissed, "Be patient, Belensky, be patient, we'll have a chance."

……

On the teleportation deck, Flajos stood quietly in the middle, holding a tactical tablet. The flashing green light spots on the tablet were moving, intuitively reflecting the position information of each team.

The progress of each spearhead team on the surface is continuously transmitted through the communication channel, which team has encountered greater resistance, and which team has arrived at the predetermined position ahead of schedule.

More battlefield information was continuously sent back and collected towards the Sosaran. Vlajos's brain was running at high speed, calmly analyzing the information.

This is the unique ability inherited by the descendants of Guilliman from the Primarch. It is said that the brain of the Primarch himself can process tens of thousands of pieces of information at the same time and make quick decisions.

Generally speaking, the spearhead troops encountered little resistance, but as they passed through the caves and fissures and got closer to the actual location of the transport spacecraft, the enemy's firepower began to increase. With the blocking of some ship-borne heavy weapons, the ground began to Call Orbital Support.

Frajos stroked his chin, thinking.

Beside him, rows and rows of space fighters wearing dark blue power armors have lined up neatly, with their chests raised and their heads raised, ready to go.

The chaplain of the war group with a power scepter walked in front of the queue, one by one, nailing the small notes of the oath written by the soldiers to the ceramic steel breastplate on the chest of the soldiers with a red stamp.

The chapter chaplain of the Sosaran was a brown-haired and white-haired Astartes monk. He inspected each warrior's mental outlook and oath before battle in turn.

When he arrived at Fu Qihai at the end of the team, he saw the bone-white armor, and the chaplain of the war group was slightly taken aback. Then he patted Fu Qihai on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Good luck, warrior of the Khan."

"Thank you, sir."

Finally, Frajos made up his mind, raised his head, and said loudly:
"According to the latest updated coordinate position, follow me and carry out an orbital airborne strike!"

The technical priest wearing a dark red hood who was standing by the side immediately took a few servants with him and began busy updating various parameters of the orbital airborne on the operation panel.

After Vlahos put on his helmet, he led the various airborne teams into the orbital airborne cabin one after another.

The Sosaran, hovering in the orbit of planet No. 7, opened a row of openings in the belly of the battleship, and the sharp heads of the airborne pods slowly protruded out of the hull, and the thrusters were ignited. These long conical airborne pods It turned into slender golden meteors and disappeared into the atmosphere.

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(End of this chapter)