Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 184 Heart of Steel

The Thousand-Eyed Chaos Fleet led by the Dark Astropath, Dark Apostle and Chief Raptor in the Saibian orbit was obviously well-trained and much more powerful than the average planetary defense fleet, which made them react immediately, But before the first round of light spears was launched towards the ground, new threats emerging from the outer stars forced them to immediately turn their guns and readjust their engines.

Although some of the leaders of these fleets are indeed not fully human, they all have the positions and candidates that a qualified fleet should have. Serafax, at least before today, was exactly what Perturabo said, "While temporarily retaining part of his brain, he also retained the ways of war and dominance he was taught."

"Of course, we can't guarantee whether the method of taking part of your soul and keeping part of it that he wanted to do to you before was also inspired by it." The sheepdog said with a gloating tone, wagging his drooping tail.

The male lion, with his plush brother on his shoulders, put one of his hands on the hilt of Zhongyi's sword, and watched quietly as his descendants began to use flamethrowers to burn the entire desecrated area - together with Any remains of his two dead sons, who had fallen into darkness and regretted it too late, were among the corpses.

"Bella... with his appearance and last behavior, he should not have finally fallen. In the end, I still let an heir die in front of me, and I did it myself." The lion sighed softly, almost in that second It showed the grief of a mortal old man, which made the heirs guarding him look unbearable. Zabriel even stepped forward and tried to comfort his genetic father with his silent movements.

"He has been pierced by the Great Demon of Tzeentch transformed by Serafax, and you should also know what the last thing he wants to ask of you is. You gave him your forgiveness and your judgment. It is up to you. Executed with his own hands. When he died, he even had his Primarch and the witnesses of his former comrades beside him. If this is not good enough, I can hardly think of a better ending for a traitor's collaborator." Turabo commented grimly, "And I'm pretty sure this result is much better than the really unlucky ones caught by your heirs in green armor, especially that guy."

The too obvious movement above their heads made them look at the bright orange and deep sapphire blue sky at the junction of dawn and dusk.

Thin and bright blazing rays of light continued to streak across the sky outside the planet. Something huge in orbit was shattered. A delayed rumbling sound penetrated the skyline of the already deserted world, and the heat that broke into the atmosphere ignited. Falling skeletons and warship fragments were collected, and they exploded in the air like meteors one by one, emitting huge sonic booms, igniting the final fireworks display of civilization in this world with no inhabitants.

The lion only allowed his emotions to be properly expressed for a second. In the next second, the wise, ferocious lion who knew how to compromise and whose thinking had erased his impetuousness was back again.

"The naval battle of the comers started just in time. I noticed that they immediately opened fire on the huge orbiting object made of the bones of all the planet's inhabitants."

"Yes." Perturabo also raised his head and looked at the sky. Leon's sons were well-trained and did not need any extra instructions. The soldiers of the First Army had already begun the next step of battlefield patrols, inspections, cleaning and replenishment. The gun was working, and from time to time one or more explosive shells sounded in the empty palace.

"This way they can immediately attract the most firepower from the heretic ships when they appear, without risking us eating the light spears here."

Leon El'Jonson put on his winged helmet, and the helmet immediately projected various new data information into his visual area.

Even if he did not agree to load Perturabo's new algorithm in the end, the redesigned interactive interface and classification design were easier to read and process than the original ones - no matter how doubtful he was, Leon could not deny that Perturabo was making The extraordinary sense and taste in perfecting any equipment, and the combination of art and data are used in every daily life, achieving a perfect balance between beauty and convenience and practicality.

How could he have never discovered that this brother who was not valued by most people had such ability and talent in this area? Perhaps some things are valuable only when they are given in time, and when the icing on the cake is the icing on the cake, people always have more room to pick and choose the ones with more beautiful appearance.

Ectoril, who is wearing Martian red power armor, now strides with wind every day when he walks. In addition, the technical priests on the ship like to gather in the work area assigned to him whenever they have nothing to do, just to listen and record "Khador Mo" "A few words spoken by Your Excellency when you taught the Technicians how to repair and modify power armor and other devices.

The lion evaluated the naval battle situation above him from a distance through the data transmitted from the helmet for a while, and at the same time gradually calmed down his mind in order to prepare to use his forest wandering ability again when needed - with his Brothers and heirs leave this surface that has become increasingly dangerous as soon as possible. "I must say that they fought quite well in this naval battle. The results I saw showed a fierce and decisive attack and a thorough tearing of the enemy, but I always feel that there is a sense of suffocation in their fighting behavior?"

"That's because I told them that the main enemies on the ground here have been dealt with by the team led by the Lion, and asked them to prioritize solving the troubles above their heads before coming to pick us up and meet you, so they were probably worried about finally getting to the place. I feel a little uncomfortable that I can’t carry out lowering operations against the strongest enemy. Ah, but it seems that their commander is still a little impatient.”

In their field of vision, a huge golden-red fireball fell from the sky with an indomitable momentum, a thunderous sound and a clear purpose - an airborne pod was rapidly entering the atmosphere of Saibu's planet - the lion relied on his With excellent eyesight, he recognized that this should be an ancient Legion Dread Claw - the color of the paint on it was ablated not very clearly, but it seemed to be a normal color.

"Is this their legion style? Are you in such a hurry to come to see us? It would actually be more appropriate and etiquette to send the Storm Bird down after it's over."

"I don't think so. They often do this because... well... I guess they think that the overall situation of the naval battle has been decided, and their commander wants to come down first to see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net that can be used to warm up."

The strange meaning in these words made the lion frown slightly, while the black and white dog observed the direction of the airdrop warehouse with interest, with a slight sense of freshness.

When the soldiers in the airborne pod finally appeared in front of Leon and the vigilant Dark Angels, the Lion roared again. The color scheme of their power armor reminded him of a legion he once knew.

The leading commander wore steel-blue armor, with only the shoulder armor painted silver. A huge chain saw power ax hung on his waist. He bowed deeply to the glorious children of the Emperor in a manner that was completely in line with the etiquette of the Imperial Legion.

"Kahn, Captain of the First Company of the Iron Heart Chapter, salutes you, Lord of the First Army and... Venerable Khadomo."

(End of this chapter)