God Emperor’s Angel of Death

They took the Thunder Eagle from the Mother of Tears to Starfire, and went straight into the open hangar, landing on the smoky cushion.

Malagin took the lead to walk down the boarding ladder, followed by the four accompanying him.

The Astral Knights have already lined up here. Even the Ascetic Chapter is also here. Hundreds of people have assembled in a battle formation.

The flag of the war in the hall was flying, and each side marked a battle worth remembering.

The servo skull buzzes above them, dragging the incense burner to fly around to cover up the stench of promethium when it burns.

The light in the hangar is dim, only the zero starlight is flashing quietly, the long and gloomy long corridor, and the walls look like cut from ancient boulders that do not know the years.

"They seem to be very angry."

Malakin muttered, he looked towards Astral Knight and Ascetic Chapter, even though everyone’s faces were hidden under the helmet, But it's definitely not difficult to imagine the expressions of the faces underneath—contempt, indifference, and anger.

Standing at the forefront of the queue is the owner of this flagship. He is outstanding among the angels. He is putting his right hand on the hilt of the long sword, quietly waiting for his visitors NS.

Soshian · Alexei, he stands as if he has always stood up since he was born-his waist is straight and his posture is complete.

"Malajin Chapter is long, welcome to you."

When Malakin came over, Soshian slightly nodded gestured.

"Soshian brother."

Malagin stopped, neither shaking hands nor hugging.

The same is true for the warriors of the two Chapters, standing in place, motionless, and so are the entourages of Malakin.

The whole hangar fell into deathly silence.

Slowly and slowly, as if a cliff inevitably suffers from the pain of being washed away and decayed by time and tide, Malakin walked towards Soshian and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, we—"

Although his voice is very soft, it still spreads everywhere.

Before he finished speaking, Soshian suddenly stretched out his hand, took a few steps, and hugged Malakin tightly.

"This is not your fault. The war is changing rapidly, and no one can completely control it."

Every word spit out from his mouth is full of a sonorous and serious tone.

"I don't blame you, there is also the crying brother, you guys played well."

After a moment of stunned Malakin, he also returned with enthusiasm Hug.

"Thank you, thank you...you, Soshian brother."

Mazar then stepped forward and burst into laughter, and patted the shoulders of the two heavily .

"So now we have resolved this matter."

He said happily:

"I have drawn up a plan to attack the main star of Fren "

The two warriors let go of each other, and Soshian looked at Lord Magyar and said with a smile:

"How about taking it out now and sharing it with us?"

"Of course."

Malakin suddenly opened the mouth and said:

"Just come to our boat and talk."

Yu Xinghuo was more serious, and Eternal Night was also deeply injured. Only the Mother of Tears had no trauma, and the two agreed to go to the Mother of Tears for strategic discussions.

The Conference Hall on the Mother of Tears is modeled after Barr’s ancient monastery. The rooms are hexagonal. The iron lanterns hung on the walls are scattered with mottled and lighted lights. The neat grid pattern on the marble floor can be seen by others.

The flame on the heavy candlestick shook, and teardrops that melted from time to time dropped quietly.

Everywhere's niches are full of stone carvings, and these carved San Giles look gloomily at everyone who passes in front of it.

The towering dome always reverberates with all kinds of echoes-the sharp sound of the blade passing the stone, the sound of peng peng when the reinforced ceramic armor is stepped on the floor, and the data of the power armor glove passing through The rustling of the board.

There are no seats here, and everyone remains standing-the three chapter heads stand in the center, and their entourages line up one after the other.

A golden, slowly rotating holographic planet image floats in front of this group of fully armed warriors, and all the main areas are clearly marked on it.

Fran is a deeply fortified world, and a large area above the surface has been transformed into military facilities.

Such as the huge electric towers that stand upright and the extra-large engines around them, they continuously supply this planet with abundant energy, and most of them are used to maintain the defensive barrier above the main stronghold.

"These green skins have been here for two to three hundred years, and there is enough time to reinforce their lair."

Mazar began to explain the results of the long-term investigation.

"During this time, they have spent a lot of effort to reinforce this world. Perhaps the leader of Greenskin knew in his heart that his fleet could not stop us for too long, so now he puts all his hopes on On the ground defense, look at these fortifications. Many of them are newly built."

Soshian carefully examined the structural diagram in front of him. From an overall point of view, Fren’s northern hemisphere was almost covered by trenches and fortifications. Most of the coverage is built around a heavy-duty Generator.

"What is this?"

He extends the hand, pointing to a certain node above, from which there are countless cobweb-like lines extending out in a chaotic manner Come.

Mazar laughed.

"What you see is the heart of this planet, the network of all strongholds in this world. Look at this, this is our scan record."

He flicked his finger, Turning the translucent image into a solid, several dots appeared on the thumbnail.

One of the exhibits is the layered and staggered exterior wall structure, with the naturally formed high and steep slopes rising higher and higher.

There are simple roads built between different highlands, linking circular areas that look like defensive towers.

Mazar further magnified the image, allowing everyone present to clearly see the endless cannons on the ridge.

In the center of the fortifications, a majestic fortress stands proudly, all around the walls stand tall, and there are countless defensive towers at the top.

Just like its own color, the surrounding land is also covered with a deep yellow-brown color.

"Fortress of the green-skinned warlords in the Fran galaxy."

Soshian nodded, in the heart, silently measured the size of this fortress and the available entry points.

"It's shocking."

His eyes quickly swept over the image floating in the air, and all the details were captured in the bottom of his eyes.

"This fortress is bigger than most nests I have seen."

"Yes, according to our calculations, if you choose orbital bombing, it will take several months In order to dissolve the defense of the main star of Fran."

Mazar called up a series of data.

"And their shields, as you also know, before the energy is interrupted, it is difficult to be directly destroyed."