Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 65 Battle Time
Morse opened his eyes.

The golden runes faded back from the surface of the skin, black robes, and cloth belts.His range of perception retracted from the farthest point of the Melatara star cluster, along with the massive amount of enemy information he had obtained.

"There is no movement of the curtain," he said cheerfully. "I'm so sick of the darkness in those shadows."

If the curse he had just put on all of Olympia was resolved by Chaos so quickly, he should really consider retiring altogether.

"Are you happy?" the Emperor asked.

"I have no interest in expelling the Unborn. If they cause trouble again, the only ones here who can perfectly deal with all potential crises may be Malcador, you and me." Morse put his hand on a pile of white paper that appeared out of thin air. Above, multiple lines of information gradually appeared on the paper, "And it seems that there is only one person among them who can run around in the subspace at any time. Now my potential workload has obviously been reduced."

"Such reasons don't seem to please you so much."

"You started chatting with me after we agreed on the mission?" Morse shrugged and grabbed the white paper on the table, "Well, what I'm really happy about is that Perturabo wants to second you. Custodes.”

The emperor frowned slightly incomprehensibly, and Morse had no intention of answering. This had nothing to do with being unforgiving, but because explaining the details of these interpersonal relationships with the emperor would cause too much trouble for nothing.

He admired Perturabo's cheerful confidence in the face of the Emperor and his brother, even if Perturabo himself was not aware of it.

"I compiled a list of some of the technologies from the Strife period and earlier that I just observed on the Black Inquisitor."

He handed the blank paper to the Emperor.

"They left the very important psychic suppression environment on the original satellite orbit, and abandoned almost all static defense systems, including the planetary defense laser network, drone swarms, warp speed battleships and automatic sentries, etc., and at the same time Abandoning the labyrinth they have lived in for a long time. If they stick to the satellite, I believe that even the complete Fourth Legion will need to go through some practical tempering."

"Their technology is not much behind yours, although the difference in moral level is quite obvious." Morse joked, "I don't believe you didn't encounter many hardships when cleaning Terra and even the entire solar system. Look at the average mass of your fleet. knew."

"But don't you really have a bad reputation, Emperor? These regional overlords are so frightened by you that they lose their choice."

The Emperor took the blank sheet of paper, pondering the cost and gain of taking down the Exile Fleet.Soon, he made a decision.

+Custodes will provide long-range fire support. +The Emperor orders, +Fight for Mankind, my Legion Masters. +
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Perturabo broke into the narrow corridor with a hammer. The soles of his heavy armor stepped on the ground made of obsidian and another glass-like reflective high-hardness stone. Every time he ran, the armor moved from top to bottom. shock.Around him, his warriors raised their bolters and fired with precision, dodging or being hit by bionic minions carrying energy cannons.

He asked a specialized squad of heavy bolters and missile launchers to march with him, both as a demonstration of his newly discovered preference for heavy firepower and as a live observation of the armor-piercing and damaging capabilities of Imperial weapons.In his mind, he gradually recorded the effects of the weapon's values ​​in the real environment.

The armor on his body didn't fit perfectly, and it was driven entirely by mechanical power and muscle power. Even so, it was the only set of armor that Malcador found temporarily from nowhere.

This made Perturabo determined to make a complete set of precise neural link equipment suitable for the Primarch in the future.

He accurately smashed the biochemical slave's power sword from the shoulder down, and swung the hammer in his hand, shattering half of the slave's body.Black blood was splashed everywhere, Perturabo ignored the non-toxic and non-corrosive liquid splashed on the eyepiece, grabbed another biochemical servant and threw it to block the powerful unknown laser. "How does it feel!" shouted Horus from ahead, his shout thunderous, rumbling through the gunshots through the corridors of dirt and wreckage, "My brother! This is yours!" The first battle?”

"The first close combat!" Perturabo also responded with a cheerful roar. The process of slaughtering the enemy troops made him highly mentally excited, and the surge of power seemed to flow from an endless source, flowing from his blood vessels to his limbs.

His brain was loudly urging him to kill more heretics as soon as possible, but Perturabo used his extremely high mental vitality to distract and think about the comparison of the firepower data of the two sides, and kept calm in this way.

The last time he accidentally fell into the bloody world of brass and bones when he was in high spirits, he still had a fresh memory.

"Okay, Perturabo!" Horus brutally killed these crazy biological creations, "These twisted things, even the Mechanicus' gadgets are better looking than them!"

"What is the Adeptus Mechanicus?"

"Praise the Ohm Messiah!" Horus shouted as he dodged a dazzling beam of unknown energy. This laser had previously penetrated the armor of a Terminator, and the corpse of the deceased was still floating strangely above the corridor.

Perturabo raised his right hand, and the hand cannon on his wrist poured ammunition forward, allowing Horus to defeat the enemy's defense line more efficiently.Amidst the thick smoke, a large number of distorted biochemical creations first fell to the ground due to broken weight-bearing limbs, and then they were killed by explosive bombs or torn apart by power weapons.

The three officers who had talked to him in the short-range communication before all followed closely around Perturabo, opening the way for Perturabo, or blocking the attack.The endless biochemical servants rushed forward, leaving scars like wild dogs biting on the power armor of the Fourth Legion with their vibrating monomolecular knives.

Thicker armor, Pertura thought, and more firepower.If it's not about boarding a ship and jumping into a gang fight, then you still need a vehicle.

He wants more steel.More!
The fire support of the Custodes was deployed in the distance of the fleet in accordance with the Emperor's request, and the volleys of brilliant fire were fired, laying a symbolic snare of the Emperor in the dark world.Heavy weapons reduce the stored energy of the energy shield layer by layer. From time to time, enemy ships are broken by the defense and explode, like freshly baked biscuits crushed by the golden light, which is extremely crunchy.

"We must speed up." Perturabo and Horus said, "Snatch as many weapons of the Dark Technology Era as possible before the Custodians smash all the enemy troops." There were too many items on the list Morse handed him It moved his heart, and he imagined the utility of these armaments for his own army and for the Califon of Lokos.

"No problem!" Horus replied.

During the conversation, Perturabo dodged a bunch of concentrated bullets, and then shouted: "My warrior, go to the core of the ship!"

The Fourth Legion was more silent than the Lokos, and more like a cold iron stone. Their battle cries were short and firm, more like announcing the destruction of the enemy than an announcement of an attack.

Year by year, during the expeditions led by the Emperor himself, they developed this characteristic.And that's exactly what Perturabo loves.

The autoloader filled the ammunition for him, Perturabo calculated the structure of the wall, split the wall with the heavy hammer and the sword blade he picked up, and forcibly knocked down the wall with the ammunition.

The eyes under the helmet of Horus showed more surprises. The returning Primarch took the lead in entering the dark room to explore the way for his brother, followed closely by Perturabo.

(End of this chapter)