Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 64 Communication Time
"Do we need to contact the Emperor's fleet?" Haco said, "Our firepower is not enough. The Eighth Expeditionary Fleet and our various battle groups are on standby near Terra. If we continue to move forward, this battle will be between us. Exploded without preparation.”

"Our current heavy artillery and armor are not enough to deal with this group of human traitors." Nadol Connor frowned, "The equipment sent by Mars is still being tested, except for the expedition-type power armor whose armor is larger than the number of people, we Nothing. After all, we are just a delegation of officers."

"If a war breaks out, this will be an unexpected battle." Defess said, "We are too obsessed with showing ourselves in front of the original body, and we have actually neglected the armed configuration of the fleet itself. A set of bow torpedo launch tubes, What can we do with two broadside weapon arrays and two turrets?"

"Maybe those traitors are not powerful." Haco shook his head, "Maybe they will be the first gift we send to the original body."

"Or the first shame." De Fes frowned.

From the Oro Highlands of Seiko Ameka, to the Zedik Islands and polar research stations, to the extremely glorious Battle of Venus after the last batch of Terran eradication operations, countless honors have brought him double scars, and scars bring prudence.

"You don't know whether the opponent is holding a spear or a defensive laser system, and you don't know what ancient technology traps you will fall into if you continue to move forward. You must let our flag of honor fall in front of the Primarch, let our Did the brother die before the Primarch and the Emperor?"

"This is why they began to judge us for not being enterprising, Defes." Haco said coldly, "Our battle started earlier than most legions, and we spent more blood and bullets than any legion. , and now, I have heard other Legions remark many times that there is a staid Legion that holds their heraldic banners high."

"Or we take cover, dive back into FTL sailing, and record where they go."

"Do you want the Primarch to think that all his officers are deserters?"

"Stop bickering, brothers," Nador said, stepping away from the console, "because the ship's communications have been sent. Wait for the Primarch's decision."

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"...The genetic seeds of the Fourth Legion are extremely stable, and their numerous victories have given the Emperor priority to deliver more new types of weapons from Mars to them."

Horus raised an eyebrow on one side, and this small gesture made him look more lively than his appearance, "There is one thing that is best not to be told to our future third brother, some of his soldiers were even deployed to the Fourth Legion, because The gene-seed stability of the two of you contrasts too sharply."

+ Horus. +
Horus stood up straight reflexively, "Father," he replied.

+Take Perturabo to the command room, we have an urgent communication request. +
"Yes!" Horus replied, within two sentences, he had already thought of the problem, "Perturabo, let's go to the command room. Your army is encountering difficulties."

"A temporary battle?" Perturabo followed Horus quickly.If it is for non-combat reasons, there is no need to go to the command room.

"Perhaps," Horus said seriously.

The hatch of the command room opened automatically the moment the two stepped on the floor in front of the door. In the center of the circular room, countless holographic projections were constantly being refreshed. Each projection was far more complicated than ordinary people could imagine, and considering that this was the Imperial The emperor's flagship, many of the contents in the projection are not only complicated, but also can be said to be absolutely secret to the empire except for a few people.

Horus strode to the center of the room with familiar steps, deleted a large number of regular reports and movements from other fleets, and maximized the communication interface sent by the Fourth Legion.

Horus gave him a gesture of encouragement.He stepped aside, and Perturabo took over immediately. Through Horus' simple steps, he understood the operation method of this projection, and connected to the communication request.

Images of three soldiers appeared before him.

At this moment, he automatically analyzed the different body structures of these soldiers from ordinary people, the function of the armor made of many stacked ceramic armor rings, and the current relationship between the three of them.At the same time, he also learned that although this communication was urgent, no one was in danger.He singled out the officer with the Winged Bolt badge of honor on his middle pauldron: "I am Perturabo, your Primarch. Report to me."

"Yes, my lord." The officer's unconcealable excitement after seeing the Primarch could be heard through the helmet, and the trembling tone of his voice hummed through the helmet's breathing grid.

"After we left the subspace and sailed, we captured a set of abnormal images." A video was sent to Perturabo. "After preliminary judgment, this group of large ships was leaving the Olympia and Melantara star clusters. It conforms to the regular characteristics of human ships and should be the remains of the ancient human race."

"We cannot confirm whether getting closer will trigger a war, and the firepower we bring here cannot ensure the annihilation of the enemy. After discussion, we have decided to return the command to you. Please make your choice."

The officer on his left sent a set of documents: "This is the list of the current armed forces of the fleet represented by the officers of the Fourth Army. My lord, we will never avoid war."

"I'm sorry, sir. We can't bring you a more glorious first meeting." The voice of the officer on the right was quite dull, and the apology made him speechless.

Perturabo's complexion didn't change at all.

He really never imagined that his first meeting with his legion would be like this.And the unwarranted admiration and guilt and apology of several big gun-metal-colored iron shells towards him did not arouse any special emotions.

He only knew that a military mission was now being presented to him, and he was once again responsible for making choices for the warriors who trusted him - as for the heirs, he did not want to call them that for the time being.

Perturabo could assure himself that his face looked younger than any warrior in the entire Legion.

He speeded through the video, his eyebrows lowered, and disgust appeared on his face.

"They are fleeing Olympia." He concluded immediately, "Heretics who bully the weak and fear the strong. I originally wanted to deal with them when I built Olympia myself and brought it into space civilization, but now they have foolishly abandoned the lair they have occupied for many years, in the Emperor's When the glory comes, flee ahead of time."

"Horus," Perturabo turned to the man in wolfskin, "may I temporarily mobilize part of the Emperor's fleet?"

"These scum are the remnants of ancient humans living in this area. I know little about them, but after several years of research, I can confirm that they rely on dark and ancient technology to distort their own living form, and regularly ingest or transform Young human genetic material and life continuation. Locally they are known as the Black Inquisitors. I prefer to call their state Alien."

As Perturabo said, countless conclusions he drew from historical materials and massive calculations flashed through his mind, as well as Morse's approval of his speculation at the time.He reaffirmed his assertion to himself.

"Under the condition that they voluntarily break away from the multiple satellites that have already built a defense system, I think that relying solely on the troops of the Fourth Army distributed here will not be able to defeat their fugitive tentacles. But with the fleet deployed by the Emperor here, everything will be It all became more than enough."

Horus looked deeply at his new brother, and suddenly recognized another side of Perturabo.Previously, he had had a good conversation with an artist in the golden corridor, but now, in the cool-toned command room, he met a leader.

"A very bold request, my brother," he said. "The mobilization of the Emperor's fleet is impossible, and the pride of the Ten Thousand Men is beyond compare. But in these special circumstances, cooperation may be allowed. I will ask Father, and armor."

"Battle armor?"

"Do you want me to watch my brother in simple and light armor go to the battlefield and hide behind?" Horus laughed.

(End of this chapter)