How can a retired savior be considered retired if he drops to 40,000?

If that were the case, this deviation, though annoying, would still be within the range that the Iron Hands could handle with ease. But the problem was that what wanted to "appear out of thin air" here was not just that one ship, but an entire fleet that was haphazardly put together by the Emperor's Children warband.

The chaos started with this gradually increasing chain reaction. Based on the direction of the Iron Fist, within just five minutes, the left wing of the Iron Hands fleet quickly fell into great chaos; the center army where the Iron Fist was located also began to evade maneuvers consciously after urgently judging the current situation, trying to disperse the formation; and because the subspace waves that invaded reality devastated the communication equipment within the fleet in an instant, and even disabled some precision electronic equipment at the same time, most of the ships on the right wing of the fleet realized what was happening, but could not know the specific situation, so they chose to stay put knowing that they could not make a correct judgment.

This is the disadvantage of having a large fleet: because the right wing remained stationary due to poor communication, the center army could not quickly disperse the formation to the right. In order to avoid the chaos on the left wing, except for the Iron Fist that had to wait for the return of the Primarch, most of the other warships chose to maneuver away from Jerick's orbit.

And in the sixth minute after the accident, the left wing of the fleet had completely turned into a chaotic purgatory - the judgment of the Iron Hands might be impeccable in a normal void fleet battle, but from the very beginning, the Emperor's Children obviously had no intention of engaging in a "normal void fleet battle" with them.

The Iron Hands could not understand the almost non-logical nature of their opponents: those evil creatures who had turned to Chaos had never considered issues such as shooting positions, hit rates, and how to overload the enemy's void shields from the very beginning. They just kept sending troops to the same coordinate position in the real universe.

The gravitational effect that could have been almost ignored in the scale of fleet warfare was infinitely magnified due to this decision that no normal person would make. The initial error of 0.2 seconds increased rapidly at a bleak rate, and collisions that should not have occurred began to occur in the left-wing fleet. This occurred not only between the Iron Hands' own ships, but also between loyal and corrupt ships, and even more so between the supporters of the Lord of Pleasure who had become unable to make normal judgments.

The chaotic exchange of fire began in a completely irregular manner. Large pieces of torn ship debris flew everywhere. Some were captured by Jerick's gravity in the process and were about to penetrate the almost non-existent atmosphere on the planet, carrying terrible potential energy and falling to the surface like meteorites. Looking up from the ground, the main sequence stars in Jerick's galaxy were dimmed, and half of the dark sky was lit up by the artillery fire between ships. Even several loyal ships that were "not good enough" when they were initially deployed were a little close to the ground. They had no time to spare and were trying to escape the constraints of the planet's gravity again at full speed, so as not to end their life as warships with such a ridiculous thing as "accidentally crashing on the surface of the planet".

At the seventh minute, Ferrus turned back from the treasury and successfully ran to the exit. But even though he shortened the travel time in the underground facility by half with his rapid march, when he and his entire escort team looked up at the sky again, they still saw the same scene.

As Debbie said: There is no place that can be called "safe" anymore.

"Fulgrim is always like this," Ferrus Manus suddenly commented, his tone surprisingly calm. "This seems like the kind of 'dramatic opening' he would like."

Meow (peaceful)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 196: Subspace, Not Good

This remark, which had a tone somewhere between a comment and an exclamation, gave everyone present some negative feelings - except for Debito and Enkidu.

Among the people present, only these two visitors from other worlds could stand in a purely objective position and think about this issue with complete rationality.

"Why are you sure this was his work?" Debit's question lacked a clear emotional inclination. "The fallen Third Primarch hasn't appeared in the material universe for a long time. It's possible that the evil god instructed a powerful leader in the Emperor's Children warband to plan this."

"Intuition, I think," Ferrus replied calmly. "Ritsuka Fujimaru once suggested to me that after becoming this form that is so closely connected to the Warp, I could trust my instincts a little more."

Apart from some unfriendly hints in this sentence that sounded unfriendly to the Iron Hands, what Fujimaru Ritsuka had suggested was not wrong. Time in the warp is inherently chaotic, and it contains a vast amount of cause and effect. The so-called "prophecy spell" is essentially nothing more than using psychic power to select the parts of the "cause and effect" that have not yet occurred that are strongly related to the event you want to predict from the warp, and interpret them. As a form closely related to the warp itself, Ferrus Manus, who has long died in the material universe but still exists in the form of soul and essence, can also be classified as this kind of obscure spell.

Debit easily understood the principle, and others easily overlooked this point. He took Ferrus's conclusion as a fait accompli and started a discussion on this basis: "Then I suggest doing our best to avoid fighting. If we have to face Fulgrim's direct attack, the situation will be very disadvantageous to us."

"Watch your words, mortal." The Averni Clan Terminator's mechanically synthesized voice could not tell whether he was happy or angry. "You sound like you are saying that the Lord of Medusa has no advantage over that fallen traitor."

"That's exactly what I'm saying." For the sake of efficiency, Debbie directly hit the pain point of the heir of the Chapter. "In the field of mysticism, events that have been 'proven' are always 'more likely to happen'. 'Fulgrim' did succeed in killing 'Ferrus Manus'. If the two of them were to face off again, fate would be more inclined towards Fulgrim's side."

The Terminator, who always believed in the data collected by machines and the conclusions drawn by probability calculations, wanted to refute, but before that, his genetic father had spoken:

"But that's not absolute, is it?"

"That's true, but you're not prepared in any sense of the word."

Ferrus did not speak. His face was slightly gloomy, because he knew that it was true.

After the intercom went silent, the thin, almost non-existent atmosphere on Jerick made all the sounds from all around become subtle and distant. Enkidu seemed to be talking to Debit, but that was a message that only the two parties to the contract could transmit through telepathy, and no one else could listen. A little further away, the vehicles and dreadnoughts equipped with long-range firepower had raised their guns while marching, quietly firing at the fragments of ships falling from the sky. For some reason, a blasphemous ship almost broke through the firepower network of the Iron Hands fleet, and seemed to intend to crash directly into the surface of Jerick. Another ship belonging to the loyalists turned around without hesitation and crashed into the falling ship.

From the design point of view, the latter was originally intended to perform auxiliary tasks such as long-range fire strikes and force projection. Its bow was not equipped with a golden ram, and when it collided with the Fallen's ship, it could only end up with a result of mutual damage. But such damage did not stop it. The engine at the stern of the ship, which was emitting ice-blue light, was still spewing small flames in the sky that had been dyed with magnificent colors by the escaped warp. The huge thrust that did not match the scene at a long distance was simultaneously resisting its own gravity relative to Jerick, the gravity of the enemy ship, and the potential energy of the collision between the two.

In the near vacuum, in the silence caused by the lack of a medium, it used its broken body to push itself and its enemy away from the trajectory that could have caused catastrophic consequences, like a tragic color silent film. It could not save itself from falling, but at least it and the enemy ship it was dragging would not immediately fall near the landing site set by the Iron Fist on Jerick.

On the track, such a brutal battle is just a microcosm. The chaotic battle situation forced the rationality and efficiency that the Iron Hands had always advocated to slide towards chaos. The overly chaotic start of the left wing made the current battle line jagged, and the Emperor's Children who ran straight into the fleet also made the Iron Hands on the periphery a little cautious in supporting shooting. The enemy's unreasonably tight "formation" also made it difficult for the ships that reacted and prepared to support to open the line and find a suitable shooting position.

The situation looked grim, but everyone believed that this was only temporary. Although the illogical attack by the Emperor's Children had torn a hole in the Iron Hands fleet, even in the midst of the fierce battle, they could still say with certainty that the Emperor's Children's actions might indeed be "surprising", but that did not mean they could "win" by doing so.

Compared to the group of decadent and corrupt people who only want to indulge in pleasure and pursue meaningless stimulation that ordinary people cannot understand, the Sons of Gorgon obviously have better armaments, better organization, and stronger fighting will. Maybe they were stabbed hard on the front line, but this does not mean that they will lose this battle. The children of Medusa have fought countless battles that are more difficult and terrifying than this. The Father of Genes is watching them, and they will definitely not fail here.

They will not allow themselves to fail here.

On the ground in Jerick, Ferrus was running towards the Thunderhawk formation that was docked farther away, and his steps were also anxious. For strategic considerations, he should return to the Iron Fist as soon as possible to see the overall situation and rescue his troops from this chaos. But what was driving his steps at the moment was not just these rational thoughts, but a strong emotional impulse that made him extremely hopeful to return to his descendants as soon as possible.

He was unable to quickly understand where this emotional impulse came from, nor did he spare the energy to think carefully about it. Anyway, his ultimate goal would not change because of this, and he would still return to orbit as quickly as possible. The entire team could already sense the start of the Thunderhawk gunship's engine from the slight tremor on the ground. As long as they crossed the last 230 meters,

"Stop!" In the internal communication broadcast, Debbie suddenly gave this order to the entire team in a strong tone.

Even though he said so, as a non-staff member, his orders had no binding force in the Iron Hands Chapter. Within four seconds after the words fell, only Lindrick, who also realized that something was wrong, and Ferrus himself, who was willing to listen to Debbie's advice, stopped; then, the guards who were closer to Ferrus, accounting for about one-third of the entire team, stopped because of the Father of Genes's stop; this should have triggered some chain reactions until the entire team stopped in place, but they didn't have time.

Four seconds passed, and nine minutes had passed since the first Emperor's Children ship appeared in the real universe. The psychic storm raised by the Destruction Power from the Eye of Terror finally reached the surface of Jerick, and the reality curtain beside the Great Rift, which was not solid to begin with, was quickly torn and shattered, and the ocean currents of the real universe and the Empyrean merged together in an instant.

The objective laws of time and space failed here, and the scene in front of everyone became chaotic and distorted the next moment. Ferrus was only 230 meters away from the open space where the Thunderhawk was parked, but these 230 meters were twisted into a rugged and winding path that led to nowhere - it was meaningless to find a way to get through it. No one could guarantee that after they boarded the Thunderhawk, it would be able to successfully reach the hangar of the Iron Fist in such an environment.

——More importantly, those guards who did not have time to stop within four seconds disappeared from their original positions the moment they took the next step.

Meow (six o'clock)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 197: Subspace, OK

At the moment when the sudden change occurred, the only remaining guards around Ferrus all entered a state of alert at the same time, and tried to build a defensive fire line while remaining still as much as possible - the "disappeared" brothers had set an example for them. In the current situation, no one knew whether the step they took forward was "forward" or just "a step".

The next second, starting with Ferrus, the entire team began to check whether the communication protocols between each other were smooth, whether the electronic tactical identification could be updated in real time, and whether the auspicious instrument was operating normally. Although it does not mean that the Iron Hands Chapter cannot fight without these things, it is better to keep these auxiliary functions as much as possible instead of arbitrarily shutting down all these systems to avoid misjudgment and letting everyone judge the situation only by sight.

At the same time, they were still trying to contact the other "lost" members of the guard, but with little success. Most of the radio signals sent out fell on deaf ears, and the replies on the corresponding channels were almost only communication noise. Occasionally, there were a few lucky bands that could connect to the primarch's troops, but that was only fleeting. The time for the two sides to communicate smoothly was barely enough for the Iron Hands, who were equipped with mind expansion enhancement components and reacted faster than ordinary Astartes, to barely confirm the other party's number and status.

Then, the Primarch reorganized the team that was dispersed due to the sudden situation with superhuman efficiency, and built a proper chain of command from scratch. Most of the Terminators of the Averni clan were left behind because of their positions, which accounted for one-third of the entire guard. There were also a small number of Dreadnoughts of the Karash clan and Hammonk clan responsible for long-range fire strikes. The vehicles all rushed out of the chaos scattered in the subspace because of the margin distance required for braking, and none of them succeeded in staying.

"I don't know what he wants to do, or if there is something else planning something, but judging from the current situation, they are doing a good job." While organizing his remaining soldiers, Ferrus commented, "The firepower left by my side is less than one-fifth of the original one. We can't even deploy a formation."

"According to 'common sense', such an extreme situation will not last long." Debbie's voice, which still seemed too calm in the current situation, rang out in the communication, "If time and space remain so extremely unstable, then the enemy will not be able to attack us. I think if we just wait a little while, even in the worst case scenario, we will at least have some space to maneuver."

"I hope so - Lindrick, are you okay?" Lord Medusa looked at the Chief Librarian beside him. Because he himself was a superb psyker, at the moment when the impact of the warp storm arrived, he felt everything more than the rest of the people present combined. But he still survived it, although it was difficult and took some time.

The enhancements that Lindrick had installed on himself did not exist for no reason. In such an extreme situation, they did successfully perform their functions, barely maintaining his sanity in the psychic storm, and preventing his soul from being blown away by the impact, or any similar accidents. After a pause of about 45 seconds, he still managed to hear what the Primarch was asking him, and reluctantly responded to the question:

"I think I'm fine, my lord." He supported himself with the Heartforged Staff in his hand and managed to stand upright. "If there are any ghost things in the Warp rushing towards me, I can still give them a good beating."

"You don't need to do that right now. But we may need it soon," Ferrus replied.

The Primarch wanted to give his Chief Librarian a little breathing time, even though they had only known each other for a short time. However, Debit could become even more inconsiderate than the most inconsiderate piece of iron in some cases. This "advisor", who was currently only a nominal member of the Chapter, confirmed that Lindrick could still think and answer normally, and immediately asked him by name in the one-on-one communication channel:

"Remember those 'myths and legends' related to 'Jerrick' that I told you about before?"

Lindrick frowned unhappily under his psychic hood and replied, "Are you questioning the memory of a son of the Gorgon?"

"Just remember it." Debbie ignored the thorn in the other person's words and just narrated step by step. "You may need to observe and interpret this incident later to see if it has any signs of mutual reflection with the myth."

Lindrick was stunned and was about to ask more questions, but Debit's voice had already sounded in the public channel: "Let's take advantage of this last bit of time to sort out the current situation: We are currently trapped in Jerick, where the subspace and reality are intertwined. It is obviously not realistic to wait for the waves to subside and the curtain to be restored. We must fight the enemy here. Fortunately, although the enemy has successfully divided our troops, the subspace environment itself does not only benefit the enemy."

"That makes sense," said Ferrus Manus, a creature of the Warp who understood what Debit was saying. "If the enemy commander is Fulgrim, he would not want this to end so 'boring'. He would want at least an evenly matched battle to add luster to his victory."

No matter what - whether Jerick is a barren planet that no one has paid much attention to for ten thousand years, or whether it has already overlapped with the chaotic subspace, their current coordinates are still in the Medusa Sector from all angles. Although the degree is not as strong as on the mother planet, the Iron Hand Primarch can still enjoy a certain degree of fame here. In addition, the broken curtain makes him not very worried about whether he will be rejected by reality. He can also choose to temporarily break away from the weak spiritual base barely built by Chaldean technology, only show his essence on this battlefield, and fight directly with it.

It is also worth mentioning that Enkidu, who is also a subspace entity, can exert strength in the subspace that is infinitely close to what he "should be like". His most important "God of Law" function is also enhanced because the surrounding environment can provide sufficient true ether supplement.

"For safety's sake, if Fulgrim really shows up, would you like me to be the vanguard?" The God-Forged Weapon suggested. His layered, echoing voice seemed to be reverberating in an empty room in the chaotic space filled with aether. "Ritsuka had long guessed that if that person knew about the 'resurrection of Ferrus Manus', he would not be able to sit still. That's why she sent me, who has been confirmed to be able to restrict the Primarch's movements, to join the team here. In other words, in her plan, 'confronting Fulgrim directly' should be my job, right?"

"That is not necessary," Ferrus refused, but not for the reason that others first thought of. "We should not let Fulgrim's thoughts hold us back. If he dares to appear before me and challenge me to a duel again, we can do it together."

This obviously lacking in honor proposal stunned everyone present. Enkidu quickly smiled and said, "I thought you would at least have some feelings for the past, whether positive or negative."

"Ten thousand years," Ferrus answered, surprisingly calmly. "I did not sleep through these ten thousand years like one of my brothers did. During these ten thousand years, the things that happened on Istvaan V troubled me for a long time, but now I have figured it out."

The Primarch watched the rise and fall of the warp waves in the chaos, his face as sharp as a knife and an axe was slightly hideous: "The final outcome of the traitor should only be complete death. This is what I think, and I will do my best to achieve this. I was blinded by anger and made a mistake because of it. I will not let the same mistake happen to me a second time."

Miu (no more)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 198 The curtain opens

In response to Ferrus Manus's speech, Debit only made this comment: "I hope that when the battle comes, you will be able to remain as calm as you are now after meeting him in person."

In a more relaxed situation, this emotionless remark might be seen as a provocation. But in the current environment and scene, the Iron Hands clearly do not have such leeway.

"I can feel that the subspace storm is weakening rapidly." Lindrick reported his subjective feelings to the other brothers in the team who could only feel the chaos and discomfort here. "I think, just as Debbie said, in a while, we will at least have a stable space to deploy our formation."

"Please use more precise language to quantify, Brother Lindrick." A Dreadnought from the Hammonk clan asked in a slightly irritable voice, "How long is this 'a while'?"

"Time and space here have become meaningless." The Chief Think Tank was helpless. "My timer is even running backwards. My subjective feeling of time is difficult to serve as a unified standard for the entire army. The current situation forces us to apply some fuzzy algorithms here."

"Unfortunately, how long this period of time will last will be decided by our enemies." Enkidu said lightly at the side, "A true ether storm of this scale is definitely not something that can be stirred up by human power. Either the enemy has a few priests who are very favored by God, or the true God himself is involved."

Debit frowned at this and quickly turned to Ferrus' direction: "Just in case, can you still contact the Emperor?"

Ferrus was slightly displeased: "I have faced more difficult situations than this one. Do I have to—"

The Primarch paused for a moment, then replied stiffly, "I can't feel him anymore."

The Lord of Medusa did have some reservations about Debito's suggestion of asking the Emperor for help, but there is a serious difference between "not wanting to do this" and "not being able to do this".

"Then, one of our trump cards has indeed been blocked. We can only try our best to break through with the power we currently have." Debbie concluded calmly.

His ever-calm and rational way of thinking sometimes even makes members of the Iron Hands Chapter wonder who has been fitted with emotion suppression protocols and too many mechanical enhancements.

"I have arranged two people to continue trying to call the other troops that have been separated from us." There was inevitably a hint of irritation in Ferrus' tone. "If the storm continues to weaken, we may be able to gather some strength."

"Time and space in the subspace are very chaotic, don't hold out too much hope." Debit obviously didn't think much of the outcome of this plan, but he didn't say more. "Let's consider the worst case scenario. We have to use the remaining forces to 'compete for the tributary of fate' with the other side in the mapping of the three myths. We should first assume that 'the other side has taken the initiative' and 'the total number of the other side's forces must be superior to ours'."

"Wait a minute, 'three myths'?" Lindrick interjected in surprise, "I thought there were only two?"

"Don't forget Istvan V," Debit explained. "Even if it seems to you that it is 'real history that has happened', after thousands of years of accumulation and the spread of the Empire's state religion, it has become a 'myth' that does have mystical power. Moreover, since it 'really happened to Ferrus Manus', in the warp echoes that have recorded all of this, the 'fate' brought about by this 'story' is bound to be significantly stronger than the Medusa myth and the Jericho myth."

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.

As they talked, the intensity of the subspace storm had visibly weakened. The dazzling light faded slightly, and everyone finally realized that they were still standing on a flat ground. The space nearby had become more stable, and the area available for human movement had also been confirmed to have increased under the detection of the Chief Librarian. Ferrus's currently chaotic guards began to adjust their relative positions nearby, forming a more defensive formation, and spontaneously surrounded the Primarch, Debit, Enkidu who followed Debit, and the Chief Librarian who had been participating in the discussion in the most heavily protected area in the middle.

"'Jericho Myth'?" Although it was not the first time he had heard of such a thing, Ferrus still did not quite believe it, and retorted, "I still tend to think that 'Jericho' and 'Jerrick' are just a coincidence in spelling."

"I hope so," said Debbie. "If the planners of this attack were entirely the Emperor's Children, or in other words, the Lord of Pleasure's faction, then the probability that this coincidence would remain just a coincidence is relatively high. But if that is not the case, or if Fulgrim was inspired, or if the Emperor's Children wizard happens to be a well-educated scholar, then this legend that is strongly related to God and cause and effect may even surpass Istvan V and become the deciding factor in this battle—"

Ferrus made a gesture, temporarily stopping him from continuing. The Primarch had obviously heard some news reported from the chain of command, and turned to a warrior beside him who was also relatively close to the inner circle: "Can you determine their location?"

Apparently, as the subspace storm weakened, the functions of the electronic equipment gradually recovered. One of the brothers who was responsible for continuously calling the lost troops made some discoveries: "We are trying, sir. But the surrounding environment has changed significantly after the accident, and the positioning system no longer works due to the chaos in space. We need some time to calculate the relative positions of the two sides."

"If possible, ask them to converge in our direction." After 10,000 years of fighting in the Webway War, Ferrus, who was already familiar with all kinds of "devil's methods", ordered, "And everyone should be on alert. Those who really follow the coordinates may not be friendly troops. Think tanks and priests, always check the status of the signalmen. The corruption of some evil creatures in the warp can be transmitted through electronic equipment and sound."

As he said this, more detailed orders were passed down through the chain of command to specific individuals related to these tasks. The Iron Hands executed these orders without any doubt, but in the next second - there was no report on the progress made in their work, so the temporary communicator who was temporarily considered less important by everyone and ranked slightly behind suddenly let out a sharp scream:

The hard armor on his body swelled up in an apparently unreasonable way and efficiency, as if the expanding contents inside were about to burst the container. But then, the armor made of ceramic steel, adamantium, and various composite materials did not break after the extreme deformation due to the theoretical strength of metal, but became inexplicably soft and still wrapped around the warrior's body that was expanding like air.

They had not been able to confirm what would happen to this unfortunate battle brother if all this continued. Within seconds of the change, other members of the Chapter reacted quickly and put an end to it with bolters, psychic lightning, plasma weapons and promethium fire. After the roar of the artillery fire stopped, only a few charred remains remained where the battle brother had been, but his painful and sharp cries still lingered in everyone's ears - the physical kind.

"The enemy wants to provoke us." Debit said a conclusion that everyone can see, just to emphasize the reminder, "In this situation, we should remain calm."

"I don't think it's any use. You can't even persuade Ritsuka with this." Enkidu said leisurely, "But this matter surprised me. Could it be that the Lord of Change and the Lord of Joy have a good relationship?"

Lindrick frowned under his hood again: "Why do you say that?"

"That time on the Claw of Destruction was the same, and this storm gave me the same feeling." Enkidu thought and commented, "In many places, I felt like two different kinds of divine power were mixed together."

Although it would probably be beneficial to continue the discussion following this discovery, unfortunately, they did not have more time. The warp storm had subsided during this time to the point where something could pass through, and the first to find Ferrus and his guards would obviously not be friendly forces.

In the soft light and mist that tilted from the vast ocean to reality, there came a slightly chaotic but alluring moan that did not distinguish between men and women.The inexplicable and charming atmosphere was carried by the breeze along with a misty fragrance, and in an instant it became so strong that it was nauseating, and it was even impossible to tell whether it was a fragrance or a stench.The noisy "music" that could not even be called "music" came from a distance, but it seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears, violently vibrating the eardrums and getting into everyone's minds.The enemy's figure, either slightly graceful or ferocious, appears vaguely and vaguely in the detection range of the Iron Hands troops like a shadow projected onto a white cloth.

The coalition forces of the Emperor's Children and Slaanesh Demons, with a subtle but vicious smile, were surrounding the remaining and stretched troops from all sides.

"They want to fight a war of annihilation." Debbie said another nonsense that everyone could see.

After quickly assessing the situation around the battlefield, Ferrus Manus smiled grimly:

"That's exactly what I meant," he said.

Meow (six o'clock)

(Secretly push the book when no one is paying attention)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 199 The Protagonist Appears on Stage

The firefight, or the unilateral outpouring of fire by the Iron Hands at their enemies, began in an instant.

At first, it was like a delicate concerto, and then it became a grand symphony. After confirming the enemy's shadow, the burst of light weapons first kicked off the battle. As the enemy continued to charge forward, the size of their troops was inevitably exposed to the detection range of the Iron Hands Chapter during this period, which in turn provided the Chapter with more data for analysis, making the Iron Hands' artillery strikes more accurate and efficient.

The torrent of data surged rapidly among the warriors who were in step with each other. Every new reading would cause a tiny ripple in it. Every tiny ripple would be fed back into the adjustment of artillery fire and defense, prompting the chapter to take a small but sure step towards the final victory. This is the teaching from the veterans, the teaching from the ancestors, the teaching from the Gene Father. The Sons of Gorgon have always fought like this - they integrate every data that can be collected, calculate and deduce with extraordinary information processing ability and efficiency, and then execute a tactic that can best ensure the destruction of the enemy. It has been like this for thousands of years, and this is how the Iron Hands have won victory after victory until today.

What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again. This sentence does not necessarily have to be understood as a religious motto.

Their defeat was sealed when the enemy chose not to appear directly in front of them, but to charge at the Chapter's simple positions from a distance. After a short probing attack, whatever came within the Iron Hands' range - the Emperor's Children or the Daemon of Slaanesh - was quickly and easily torn to pieces by the saturation fire.

Under the precise calculations of the Iron Hands, no round of ammunition was completely useless. They all successfully hit, or ensured that their peers could hit the enemies they were supposed to destroy in the next short period of time. The guns and cannons in the positions rumbled, and the roar of the promethium engine and the machine spirit echoed in the ears of every warrior. In this space where the subspace and reality were mixed, somehow, the sound could be transmitted normally.

Most of the enemies were screened out of the battlefield by the dense firepower network before they actually reached the front line, but there were still a few lucky ones, or those who were more skilled in the art of dodging and maneuvering, or those who were more tolerant of their moral bottom line and could make better use of the "resources" of their companions, who successfully broke through the ammunition blockade and approached the Iron Hands' front line. The veterans wearing various modified Terminator armors were well prepared for this, and they came forward with power hammers, giant chainsaw swords, two-handed chainsaw axes and other melee weapons in their hands, and the Averni clan's mark reflected cold light on their shoulder armor.

Enemies that can get close to the front line are unlikely to be ordinary people in any sense. The blessing from the power of destruction makes them extremely fast and agile, able to dance dangerous and tempting steps between artillery fire and weapons. But unfortunately, the enemies they need to face are also good at killing and destruction. At the moment of close combat, the seemingly evenly matched two sides obviously had their winners and losers: some fallen sword masters were looking forward to a martial arts feast of blades with their opponents, but were shot into sieves by the twin bolters that suddenly appeared in the opponent's shoulder armor within two moves; some Slaanesh demons tried to suppress their opponents with their huge bodies, but underestimated the speed and strength of the Iron Hands veterans who had undergone multiple mechanical enhancements, and were directly smashed into meat paste by the power hammer; some noise warriors laughed wildly and played blasphemous instruments in their hands at a certain distance, using sound waves to destroy the little flesh left in the armor of the enemy in front of them, and then danced a crazy but meaningless dance in ecstasy - and then, they were ruthlessly killed by the "Terminator Warriors" who stood up again from a brief "stagnation" with cross fire; and then, the machine spirit inside the armor, which inherited the fiery anger of the original owner, roared, waved its weapon and continued to charge at the enemies of humanity.