Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 386 Going deeper
"And what about justice? Justice means letting everyone get what he deserves." - "The Book of Lorgar"

Perturabo was wearing a servo light armor that mainly served data forwarding control. He stood in the center of the newly arranged podium in the Iron Blood command room, with multiple arc-shaped double-sided holograms extending from both sides, front and rear of his body. The plates, embedded in the iron-gray frame, are like floating steel storms, surrounding the main body of iron.

Each screen shows a team that is attacking the main star, and the multi-dimensional data information returned from the helmet of the Iron Warrior warrior included in it, including images, audio, temperature sensing, ammunition control, map calculation and other modules, using To show the mission progress and combat status of each rapid assault team.

His light blue eyes are focused somewhere beyond the screen, symbolizing his complete immersion in what he is currently dealing with. As his fingers slide rapidly on the touch pad, text messages and signals one after another quickly travel through the lines and radio waves, carrying the latest analyzed data and final decisions, and are sent to those who need assistance. Among the team's helmets.

As far as the Iron Warrior Primarch himself is concerned, all these calculations and performances can only exist in his brain. The reason why he chose to visualize various pictures is actually to more conveniently combine the information with other Primarchs. The body is shared.

At this time, his brothers had arrived at the strategic command room of the Iron Blood and were observing the progress of the battle with him.

Lorgar took two steps around the arc of the holographic board and selected some of the dozens of holographic screens for observation. Each team is composed of warriors from the four legions, and there are only differences and distinctions in the ratio of members.

Among the many pictures, half of the screen could only hear the sound of the power armor itself, making the soldiers feel as if they were in a deserted land; the other half was full of artillery fire, with broken metal structures splashed in the explosion and chaotic smoke rising everywhere. and sometimes blinding flashes of light that pierce the chaos.

The screen trembled with the ups and downs of the helmets. All kinds of obstacles were constantly being broken through in different ways. The Space Marines moved forward inexorably, but the data showed that their own casualties were still in the single digits.

Everything that happened on the distant main star seemed to be just an extension of the hands and will of the Primarch in the Iron-Blooded. He stood above it, overlooking the monstrous war in the actual battlefield of the planet, letting steel and flames connect in his mind. The other end dances, making all things kneel under his wordless command. The actual victory is won by the clash of metals and the heroic spirit of blood, but in the abstract realm, what determines all this is also a button press, an instruction, and an apocalypse behind the scenes.

He let a circle of flash roll over the edges of the two holographic screens, "These two teams, they may have found the communication center between the ground and the combat satellite. It is possible that we can achieve some tactical effects through information fraud. Whether we succeed or not will depend on the aliens." Related to the internal communication mechanism.”

"And it's classic." Leon El'Jonson said, "It's level-by-level and clear-cut."

The metal frame supporting the screen rotated around him at different speeds, joining back and forth until finally forming a complete huge screen in front of the Iron Lord.

"Your judgment is correct, my brother." Lorgar said, "The remaining pagan military forces on the main planet are not enough to allow them to fully activate all the native defense measures of the planet. I see victory approaching our warriors, Even if every drop of blood shed is worth regretting, in our service, the burning bones of the enemy have soothed the souls of the soldiers.”

Perturabo's eyes returned to focus, and he nodded to accept Lorgar's approval, even though it made him feel slightly awkward. Maybe it has something to do with Aurelion's phrasing.

Horus was keenly aware of the slightly excessive reaction of the True Speaker, but the scale was difficult for the war commander to accurately grasp.

Leon glanced at him and said nothing.

"The existence of the surprise army depends on destiny and the style of the general, Leon, sometimes we don't need to waste our gifts on bets," Lorgar retorted to Leon gently and secretly.

"Aurelion, I hope to chat with you alone later," Perturabo said, "but you'd better take a look at the gains of the 23rd Team now."

Luojia sensed the meaning and understood the conquest and punishment of this god-like but not god-like conquest. Demi-god, he thought, a demi-god. Architect of the Emperor. The architect of war. Inherit His blood, inherit from the life of the Messiah.

"Sounds good. You've captured a weak point." Horus stood up from his seat and walked towards Perturabo. With the Primarch's vision ability, he could clearly see the content on the screen while sitting where he was, but he still chose to take the initiative to get closer.

The rest of the attack images were temporarily removed, and all were reduced to a small screen in the upper right corner; and an image in half-light and semi-darkness, with a cold and dim light environment, was fully unfolded and presented in front of the original bodies.

After the image was enlarged, they could see more clearly that the armor-piercing man was running quickly, following the backs of other team members in front; the sound of heavy breathing and the noisy noise coming from the Terminator Armor in the team were transmitted through the ear device. The filter was denoised, highlighting the blast of bolters coming from behind the armor-piercers, and their internal communications with each other.

"... Found the control panel, Kroger!"

"How long will it take to close the door?" "As soon as possible..."

Kroger, who was transmitting video in his helmet, turned around suddenly. A dark brown iron helmet was just a few meters away from him. He quickly turned around and fired a few rounds of hand cannons without having time to confirm the degree of damage, then turned around and continued running.

In the command room, even Leon El'Jonson frowned for a moment.

"Second Legion?" the lion asked, his voice like a deep roar coming from the shadows of the forest.

Horus clenched his fist nervously: "I don't know..."

Luojia silently twisted the fingers of his two hands together. Under his ruthless pulling, a clicking sound came from the joint cavity.

The sound of gunfire from behind became louder, and the sound of the operation of power armor approached again. Kroger turned around for the second time and faced the armored face a few inches away.

He was only one step away from the iron helmet, and the chain sword swung with brute force almost hit him on the head.

Kroger suddenly lowered his body, and his height, which was shorter than that of the Second Legion, helped him avoid this time. The detonating snake gun detonated the chest and abdomen of the rear armor at close range. The moment the carapace was blasted through, a large number of broken pieces of flesh and blood appeared. The bones and bones were squeezed out of the gap eagerly, spraying half of the Iron Warrior's body.

Kroger used his shoulder armor to withstand the attack of the chain sword, inserted the gun directly into the breach, and the second shot fatally exploded. More pieces of meat fell out of the armor like a brown-red waterfall bursting from the dam, but almost There is no blood flowing.

The armor swayed visibly, but Kroger turned around and ran away instead of being obsessed with bloodlust. Behind him, the unsteady iron armor fell to the ground after blocking several bolter attacks for him.

"Logar, calm down," Perturabo said in advance. Luojia was stunned for a moment, then complied: "I'm calm, my brother."

"That is not the flesh and blood of a Space Marine... nor is it a mortal, not a mortal." Horus quickly analyzed the violently shaking screen, "They used the patchwork of flesh and blood to control the armor of the Second Legion. This means they are able to mimic our central nervous system - which ties into your earlier discovery in the Hospital Wing, Perturabo."

"Some soldiers of the Second Legion were buried here." Leon said calmly.

"Yes, yes..." Horus' mood dropped. "Why else would there be any armor left here? Oh, he did it. Brilliant kid."

In the picture, Kroger rushed in before an isolation door closed, and guarded the door with the Deathwing Knight until all the armors controlled by the aliens were isolated - except for a severed arm that fell in . Kroger picked up the arm and held it in his hand for the moment.

They continued deeper and closed several isolation doors one after another, and finally a heavy nuclear-proof door, made of thick plastic steel and rock concrete.

"Where are we now?" the Luna Wolf asked from the front, "It's getting colder here."

"This time it's the influence of psychic fluctuations." Another Iron Warrior said. The additional psychic detection module in his helmet simply reported the surrounding ether fluctuations. As for further exploration, it is not something that these warriors who are almost blind to psychic powers can do. Maybe the Word Bearers' psychic talents are slightly better, but the untapped talent doesn't help.

Kroger stepped forward.

The perspective in the picture was advanced to the front of the team, until they could see clearly in the darkness, the bloated outline of a huge collection was vaguely outlined by the light.

(End of this chapter)