Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 324 The Assembly of the Killing Squad
The subspace is still occupied by strange energy clouds and broken chaotic time and space as always, and the fleet in sailing state is also slowly reducing the energy supply to the subspace engine.

The warships in front of the fleet are undergoing intense personnel transfers to make final preparations for the next landing operation.

The interior of the battleship with Geller's position fully open, followed the continuous thunderous explosions on the transmission array and the dazzling flashes of daylight.

Nearly a hundred veterans of the chapters, wearing the Terminator power armor painted by each chapter, appeared from the huge steel array with heavy and unusual steps, loaded with live ammunition;
After they got used to the huge dizziness brought by the transmission device, they formed a simple killing team according to the equipment, and then walked down the steps in silence.

In the open space below the stage, there were already more burly gray knight terminators waiting in line.

Needless to say, every veteran knows how dangerous exploration and combat are without Geller's force field.

The gray knight terminators who specialize in elves and faith will guard their souls on this battlefield.

The procession of the queue to the front of the battleship did not stop, and whenever these five-member killing squads passed the Gray Knights phalanx, under the crusader helmets made of silver, two powerful souls would join their queue.

They will be on the short way to the front of the battleship to land on the torpedo launch deck. After making the most of the most basic communication, they will embark on the journey to the mission location.

The first batch of combat teams have been assembled, and they have set off on the first batch of fist assault boats.

The second batch of teams has just arrived at the assembly point. As the commander of this team of Terminator veterans, Ozmerk, a veteran of the Firehawks, walked in the forefront of the team holding a thick jumping shield. A few seconds later, it appeared in the teleportation hall of the Retribution Angel.

When their crimson formation approached the Gray Knights, two of the more burly "Silver Holy Shields" stood up to join them among the silent sculptures.

Ozmerk raised his head and locked his eyes on the gray knight holding the scepter in front of him:

The opponent's stature is extremely burly, with a terrifying height of more than 2.9 meters in the armored state, and the heavy scepter is different from the halberds in the hands of most of his colleagues behind him. He is obviously a walker on the way of a priest;
The complex black and gold meeting emblem on his body proves that this is an outstanding demon hunter, but the qualifications on his Terminator shield are too simple, which shows that his life may not be more than a hundred years.

"A priest who is rare among the sons of Calvin, and the ranking should be within the top 100."

Ozmerk thought this in his heart, and at the same time raised the heavy glove on his right hand, and collided with the opponent's right hand equipped with even more ferocious lightning claws. (The internal division of labor of the legion is classified, and its corresponding emblem and code words have never been leaked. However, because it is in the initial stage, the core personnel are too scarce, so even if you can't understand the emblem of the Gray Knight, just because of its complexity, the brother battle group Can also distinguish some valid information.)
"In the name of the Emperor and the Titans, you are welcome, brother with the blood of Saint Calvin."

After the precise collision of the two gloves driven by the electromagnetic muscles, Ozmerk, on behalf of himself and the brothers behind him, expressed his respect to the Primarch to the gray knight in front of him.

"The Legion stands! In the name of the Emperor and the Titans, thank you for your aid, brothers of Firehawk."

The gray knight priest Odin blinked, and after a few words of psychic communication with his partner behind him, winking and winking, he turned his head and responded to the other party's respect with the same solemn tone.

The speed of the group of five remained unchanged during the march, spontaneously accommodated the two gray knights, and transformed into a group of seven within a few breaths.

As for the changes in combat details and the standard changes in tactical selection involved, there is already a data link in the direction of the bridge, which transmits the latest tactical standards to the single-person servos of the Terminator.

The veterans read these documents intently during the silent march. The battle databases of the two battle groups also compiled and proofread the general tactical marks one by one, and then completed the statistics of their special marks and submitted them to the pupils of each soldier. film for their temporary memory.

hum... hum... hum...

The light of the power sword force field and the low-frequency noise of the fist glove flickered and hummed in the darkness of the passage;
The facets made of ceramic steel on the thick gloves and gauntlets are repeatedly flexed, stretched and clenched under the drive of electromagnetic muscles, reflecting the cold refraction from the lights on the battleship...

The servo of the Terminator Power Armor has been adjusted once before departure, but on the way to board the torpedo and landing craft, the veterans still subconsciously continue to activate and dispatch various components repeatedly during the march;
And at the nodes of the various channels leading to the landing deck on the Retribution Angel, the technical sergeants and mechanical priests belonging to each battle group are also on standby, ready to replace the parts that are found to be faulty on the soldiers.

After 10 minutes of marching, turning the corner of the passage in front of me, the lights of the flight deck and the sound of the engine test of the large vehicle began to appear.

Seeing the figures of technicians, machine servants, and slave laborers debugging the landing craft appear in the distance, Ozmerk still maintained a steady pace at the front of the team.

After confirming that the number made up of lights on the deck entrance matches the number assigned in the task briefing, he conducted the penultimate round of status confirmation for all members on the team channel.

"Ammunition report, start from me...

Code-named Raven, 80% of the power pack is in good condition, the melee weapon is the jump shield/power sword, the standard model bolt gun MK Ⅴ, equipped with 4 units of bolt bombs, 3 general-purpose, and 1 siren type;

A plasma pistol with a full energy battery. "

"Code-named Mole, 85% of the power pack is in good condition, the melee weapon Chainsaw Sword MKⅤ, Bolt 4 units, General 3, Siren 1;

It is equipped with two melta grenades, and the second firepower supplementary position. "

The veterans in the team reconfirmed their code names and various valid information as they advanced. Rather than communicating with each other, they were repeating the team's tactical configuration for the two gray knights.

The Gray Knight Priest Odin and his partner Tacitus the Cleanser naturally also knew the secret. The former joined the reporting sequence in a subtle tone after the last member of the team reported.

"Codename Snow God, the power pack is in good condition;
Melee weapon Psionic Scepter/Lightning Claw, the model is kept secret.

The model of the double-mounted storm bolt gun is kept secret, the accessories are kept secret, and the quantity is kept secret..."

This kind of information about the weapon model belongs to the confidential category of the Gray Knights, and Odin also noticed the ineffectiveness of this kind of communication after half of the talk.Fortunately, the brother army knew their secret level and didn't pay too much attention to this faux pas.

Ozmerk even took advantage of the last few minutes before boarding the ship to change the topic after Odin stopped reporting to avoid embarrassment:

"Bless the Emperor, if, I mean, if you have a choice, what kind of enemy do you want to meet?"

"Orcs?" The veteran code-named flying fox took him up.

"Orcs are good! The difficulty of killing is simple, but the follow-up processing is very troublesome." Another veteran code-named Sawtooth Shark agreed with the opinion of the flying fox.

"What about you?" Ozmerk looked at Odin and shifted the question to the gray knight.

"I?"

Odin thought about it solemnly, and then selected from his memories the battle he felt most happy about:

"If you can choose, Nurgling is better..."

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(End of this chapter)