The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Oh, Omnissiah, grant us the wisdom of perception so that we may reveal our goals.

May the sacred blood surge through our mechanical hearts.

May the flames of plasma accelerate our galloping hooves.

We have forgotten everything in our minds.

Loyal Beast of the Omnissiah, advance at full speed!

We brandish electric spears behind you.

Loyal Beast of the Omnissiah, advance at full speed!

We rush to the battlefield with you.

Doom is upon the mechanical enemy!

In the smoke and dust, binary hymns roared from the mechanical voice emitters. Although these binary sounds were difficult for outsiders to understand, they carried a unique power, an uplifting force resolutely different from the steady, low hum of the Adeptus Ministorum.

“Yes.”

The Battle Sisters stared blankly at the approaching storm, watching the smoke and dust get closer and closer, eventually revealing a large team of Mechanicum Pteravengers and Ironstriders clad in orange robes, riding metal steeds. They swept in formation from the flank of the battlefield.

The mechanical steeds they rode moved with precise uniformity, as if they were part of a giant machine, and the riders on their backs held weapons with fluttering banners, aiming at the hearts of the aliens, charging straight at the prey that had no time to dodge...

Faced with the iron cavalry pressing in like a high wall, the Greenskins, whose morale had long been shattered, scattered at the mere sight of them, turning their heads and throwing away their weapons, desperately trying to escape. But they could not escape the pursuit of the mechanical cavalry. Taser lances crackled with arcs of electricity, as deadly as the wrath personally inflicted by the Omnissiah, reaping the lives of enemies one by one, and drawing more enemies around them into their dazzling storm of sparks, causing even more damage.

There were no shouts, no roars, only the charge in binary song. All that remained in their wake were charred enemy corpses, extending along the direction of the mechanical cavalry's flying cables and robes all the way beyond the horizon.

“Wow, these mechanical cavalry are really fast.”

Suraya blinked, like a curious baby.

“But I always feel it's a little weird to use machines to create this kind of quadrupedal pack animal? Can't they ride motorcycles or something?”

Winnie leaned on her sword and smiled:

“Isn't it romantic? Like knights in oil paintings. If they had handsome faces, were a little cleaner, and had less motor oil smell, they would definitely fascinate many young girls.”

“Tch, a bunch of guys with nothing but gears, who would be so blind? Astartes are the real knights, especially when they put on Terminator armor, um.”

“Oh, still thinking about the one who saved you last time? Maybe he's already forgotten.”

“Stop it!” Seeing the two chasing each other, Beatrix shook her head. Just as she was about to stop them from fighting on the battlefield, their squad's communication channel sounded.

“Dawn Sword Guard, assemble at the castle. The Preacher has arrived.”

In front of the ancient church of Blackbay Keep, the home of the Volgar family, all the senior family members stationed here knelt on the gray-blue brick ground. Thirty Dawn Sword Guards were lined up on the left and right, with a team of serving sisters holding incense burners in the middle. At the very front was a Preacher wearing a simple robe, a silver mask, and slightly wrinkled skin, seemingly a bit old.

She held an Aquila staff in one hand and the core doctrine of the Order of the Sacred Fire, the 'Song of Salvation of the Sacred Fire,' in the other. She had no excessive decorations, only the symbol of the Order of the Sacred Fire.

“Only by reciting the name of the Sacred Fire can one be saved.”

Chanting in a long tone, the Preacher bent down and extended the scripture in her hand. The foremost elder of the Volgar family carefully held the heavy典籍, gently pressing his forehead against the metal cover, and then took the Sacred Fire Order emblem handed over by the other party.

Not only him, everyone in the Volgar family received a Sacred Fire emblem.

“Praise the Lord of the Sacred Fire, whose flames dispel evil! Whose power terrifies all directions!”

In the neat praise, it also announced that the Volgar family had chosen a change in doctrine. They abandoned the decaying local cult and embraced a more powerful and vigorous cult, and this decision took less than an hour.

With the timely rescue of Blackwater Bay Keep by the reinforcements of the Order of the Sacred Fire, the counterattack in the Shannan Territory officially began. The local garrison, after receiving sufficient supplies, poured out from the mountain defense line and launched an attack on the Greenskin strongholds in cooperation with the Order of the Sacred Fire and the Mechanicum. In order to cut off the Greenskins' space for movement and mutual support, silver-gray Space Marine vehicles were constantly flying in the sky. When they encountered strongholds that were difficult to overcome, the Knights Errant's Terminators would also descend from the sky, catching the Greenskins off guard.

Just as the encirclement and suppression operations were proceeding in an orderly manner, Solzhenitsyn had arrived in a steep mountain range in the northern part of the Eastern Continent. The Eastern Continent as a whole was shaped like a leaf, and a small area at its northern end was close to the Arctic Circle, forming a small plateau with an average altitude of more than 4,000 meters and a maximum altitude of more than 7,000 meters. It was basically covered with snow all year round and sparsely populated, so it was called the Northern Ridge. Only a few fishing villages were scattered in the coastal fjords, inhabited by the Northern Sea People, who made a living by fishing and hunting large marine animals for generations. They were said to be the oldest human inhabitants of the planet, but they did not see much technological component. They used simple tools and occasionally sailed to warmer ports in the south to sell fish and purchase daily necessities. Due to its barren location, the Xilianke family was too lazy to reach out there, only requiring them to regularly provide some rare fish oil and sea beast bones as tribute.

But no one would have thought that hidden in these snow-covered mountains was a treasure that might be more precious than this world.

Stepping out of the Stormbird, Solzhenitsyn took a breath of cool air. His feet stepped on the snow and immediately sank in, making a creaking sound.

Looking around, it was night, but it was not dark. Instead, the white earth and mountains reflected a unique stage play. It was the color from the sky. Countless colors formed an aurora belt stretching thousands or even nearly ten thousand kilometers, as if a painter had used superb techniques to match the shades, depths, and brightness at will, twisting and changing in the vast穹窿.

“Ah, the aurora of this planet is very good.”

Although he had seen this unique atmospheric plasma phenomenon many times on various planets, Solzhenitsyn still let out a sigh. The atmospheric state of Volgograd was very good, and the distance from the star was also very suitable.

Retracting his gaze, Solzhenitsyn looked at a row of shining beacons on the ground. Metal plates had been laid on them for him to walk on. On both sides of the road were Adeptus Ministorum maintaining a salute posture. Then he stepped up step by step, with only Ditrian following him - the battlefield needed warriors more, he did not need guards, and he did not need to show majesty this time.