Emperor's Daughter of the Red Sands

Chapter 26 The March of Salem (End)
The majestic fleet that covered the sky and the sun docked in the orbit of Salem.

This dead metal world without an atmosphere was almost impenetrable inside and out by the expeditionary fleet from the human empire. Any small ships that tried to escape were all intercepted under the precise fire control array.

The dazzling fireballs blooming in the dark night sky are the death omens of those dirty aliens.

Then came the iron rain, symbolizing death.

The raindrops made up of countless "airdrop pods" were wrapped in the sky filled with 'Storm Birds' and were thrown towards this dead planet.

There were also some burning fragments of the hull, and countless severed alien limbs and rapidly frozen crystallized blood swirled until the remains of the space hulks fell with them.

The Inhuman warlords who had received the distress signal might know what it meant, but it was too late.

Whatever their hopes for the Warboss, the real enemy is at hand.

An indescribably terrifying shadow appeared in the majestic giant airdrop pod. Any artillery fire that was poured out of fear was swallowed up by the lavender void shield curtain. These god-like machines called "ember wolves" strode Bring the enemy to merciless destruction.

The angels of death rode Iron Rain, like a sharp sword piercing into the dirty and filthy camp of these aliens, and thick magnetic boots emerged from the shadows silently.

quiet.Only silence.

The vacuum blocked any aliens' panic screams before dying, completely submerging these dirty reformed people into a cage made of despair.

The majestic and gigantic mechanical giant feet run over dozens of pools of plasma corpses indifferently. The atmosphere of total silence, dim and deadly star radiation, and the Jingguan built by mountains of corpses and seas of blood make this walking in the world. The God's Mechanism is stained with a sacred color.

These aliens who have long lost their orbital air supremacy, all they can do is pray.

However, these aliens whose skull shapes have long lost their sacred outlines have no symbol of being pitied at all.

No one came to save them, only the blade of the Angel of Death and the iron hooves of God's Mechanics awaited them.

The white and blue figures galloping on the battlefield brandished their 'salvation', blood-stained chain axes spewing out promethium exhaust gas, and bolter guns with tongues of flame.

Among the high-speed silhouettes of the Astartes, which are difficult for ordinary people to catch, there are some bloodthirsty scarlet pupils looming in it-if the aliens fleeing around are unfortunately discovered by them, their heads will disappear in an instant fly.

The hymn of death and slaughter was sung in silence, and the crystallized cold blood kept flickering like a monument.

Until any despair is forever frozen in the moment before death.

Until any screams echoing on the communication channel were completely silent.

——This war (farce)...is about to end.

The Primarch looked down at the dead planet in front of him, whispering softly.

……

With the dull sound like a heavy object falling to the ground, 【Emperor】's dirty head was thrown in front of Redjak.

Some sparkling pipelines and hideous faces symbolize the unwillingness and anger of this alien emperor before his death.

"You are safe. Redjac, the leader of [Mechanical Cult]."

A cold female voice sounded slowly in the dark environment, and Elaine walked in front of Redjac with dull steps.

The stooped figure of the Tech-Priest contrasted sharply with the imposing figure of the Primarch.

"...Omnissian, thank you for your rescue."

Redjac's old voice was slightly tired, and his electronic prosthetic eyes slightly looked at the exaggerated red-haired woman in front of him.

Undoubtedly, this is the savior of Salem, the expeditionary rescue force from Mars and the solar system, the divine existence called by Mars as the Son of Omnisaiah.

"Of course. While the conquest of the Maelstrom is imminent to the Empire, aiding a long-lost Forge World is even more important."

"In the upcoming Great Crusade, the Empire needs your loyalty and dedication in return for this rescue."

Elaine leaned over slightly, trying to help the seemingly exhausted technical priest up.

However, before her gauntlet touched Redjac's shoulder, the opponent immediately knelt down.

"In the name of the God of Myriad Opportunities—I swear my loyalty to you."

The hoarse and tired voice revealed a faint reverence, which also allowed Elaine to see clearly the expression of this technical priest.

Admiration, respect, reverence, fanaticism... all kinds of similar words can be described in his eyes.

At this time, Redjak was also observing the stalwart Primarch in front of him.

On Elaine's heroic and delicate face, Redjac couldn't find any fatigue similar to his at this time, and a small-scale expeditionary war didn't seem to have any impact on her.

However, this made Redjac even more admire the woman who almost created a perfect war in front of him.

Yes, although his troops were no longer able to support these reinforcements, he observed the entire war from beginning to end by virtue of the well-developed auspicious observation array and large augury on Salem.

It can be said that Redjac has experienced countless battles, big or small, in his life.But the impact on him was not as great as the shock he felt this time.

After Redjak carefully read the recorded readings and reports of the entire war from the surface bird array, his previous vision seemed to be completely opened up.

He was amazed by the precise and efficient action strategies of the soldiers, he was amazed by the vertical and horizontal coherent tactics, as well as the void shield fleet array cycle that was enough to be included in the textbook - and the perfect implementation of all these, so efficient that Incomprehensible level of instruction.

It can be said that all of this shocked Redjack. He really couldn't understand that there really was such a terrifying commander in reality, and she had such an extremely efficient and perfect fleet in her hands.

Much of that, along with the weariness in Redjack's husky voice, comes from a sigh of relief at his interpretation of the numbers.

So, when the commander who created a perfect war appeared in front of him, and was also the benefactor who saved Salem's countless ancient knowledge...

The endless desire to explore breeds in Redjac's heart.

Just like the test that the God of Myriad Opportunities sent to him, a real problem that was so precise that it was difficult to understand, and the saint who created it appeared before his eyes.

The pursuit of knowledge is the unstoppable nature of every technical priest.

As the leader of the [Mechanical Cult], Redjac swore his loyalty to the son of Omnissian who walked the world without hesitation.

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　The second update~ Salem is finished!I finally rescued this black machine oil guy, and I will go back to Terra to see the Primarch brothers tomorrow!

　　Thank you Yan Jieya for the 5000 point reward!Boss atmosphere Boss healthy~
　　Speaking of it, my writing is indeed a bit contrived, with many redundant modifiers.How should I put it... old habits die hard! ()

　　
　
(End of this chapter)