Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 353 Rogal Dorn is on the road

When the templar Sigismund walked into the command room of the Phalanx, Rogal Dorn was reading the latest battle reports from the Satradar Abyss. The leader of the Haskar Guard, Arkanmus, stood silently behind the Primarch.

Seeing Sigismund, Achamus nodded slightly to him, and the Primarch turned the projected image slightly to a certain angle, so that his warriors could also see the battle progress of the four troops in front.

"They are very fast." Sigismund commented objectively and honestly.

"Of course." Rogal Dorn stared at the projected image, letting the cold data reflect in his eyes, constructing a lifelike scene of a raging war zone in the brain of the original body.

About one hundred and fifty hours have passed since the four primarchs of the 4th, 8th, 9th, and 14th Legions held their first joint combat meeting.

The first batch of scheduled locations that were negotiated and decided have all fallen into the control of each legion. The previously stalemate situation was obviously easily opened by each legion after enough or even too many imperial support forces entered the scene.

The heavy infantry of the Death Guard and the Iron Warriors served as the main force for advancing cooperation. Without using time weapons, the entropy field will naturally dissipate after the death of the alien, so the Death Guard chose to stand against the Hrud defense line, with poison gas, heavy armor, and the fire support of the Iron Warriors from behind, as well as static static The deployment of the stagnation field directly advances forward, killing the enemy before the entropy field causes too much impact.

With Sanguinius personally leading the assault in the military formation, the Blood Angels acted as the vanguard of the fierce battle with a violent attitude that did not match their appearance, quickly tearing apart the front line of defense. The primarch flashed and moved, shuttled through the battle formation with his spear, and no one could stop his momentum. If Horud hadn't quickly disappeared into ashes after death, Sanguinius's spear tip would have shed a string of bright red blood.

The biggest damage an archangel suffers in battle may be the loss of some feathers, the burning of long hair and other small things.

As for the Night Ghost King's Court who was the first to arrive at the support area, their unique lurking and fighting methods made them a terrifying outpost before the large forces officially entered the battlefield. Before the real battle came, they made the Hrud people in many areas Caught in a panic.

Judging from this star map, a large number of planets marked in red have turned to dark yellow or light green, and are accompanied by different legion emblems, indicating the garrison team and specific armed tendencies. Dozens of planets are in the hands of the empire, and only a few fronts with complicated cosmic environments and strong Hrud ship power and ground forces have shown an unstable and fierce battle situation.

It is obvious that the Hrud are unable to withstand the devastating advance of the Empire - it is difficult to imagine how many pocket empires in the galaxy are capable of resisting the cooperation of the Iron Warriors and the three distinct legions.

Having said that, regardless of whether these legions can happen to make up for each other's shortcomings, as long as they do not hinder each other, this huge military force is enough to destroy most obstacles in the universe.

And Rogal Dorn knew very well that under the overall command of the Iron Lord Perturabo, there would be no mutual drag on the battlefield.

"What is that, father?" Sigismund asked, noticing a weapon design mixed into hundreds of military reports.

"Modified Venom Rifle." Dorn moved the encapsulated design in front of Sigismund.

"Thank you, Father."

Due to the urgent need for combat modification, the only difference between this firearm and ordinary bolt guns is that a small mechanical device is installed on the front end to automatically release mist poison gas.

The pharmacists under Konrad Coze used the most brutal method to select a more suitable type from various old toxins, and then through some directed cultivation, created a dissolving virus specialized for the Hrud people. Greatly improve the legion's killing efficiency.

The side effect is that it also causes a certain degree of damage to ordinary Space Marines. In the words of the Blood Marquis himself, "Just believe in the genetic stability given to you by the Emperor."

"Maybe by the time we arrive, the war will be over," Sigismund said.

"Maybe there are still some key areas left." Acammus replied, "In any case, they moved very quickly."

Rogal Dorn's expression remained unchanged, as if nothing could interfere with his decision-making.

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists would not be dissatisfied even if he came in response to Perturabo's call for help, but ended up running away in vain.

What is more likely is that he will directly select a new target after examining the situation in the surrounding star areas and include it under the rolling wheels of the Great Crusade.

"The advance of the battle line has slowed down," the original body said. "The Hrud people are not united, and the losses in different areas are not easy to affect each other. The early data collection of the Fourth Army and the reconnaissance of the Eighth Army's return have shown that although In the outer areas, enemy fortresses no longer pose an actual threat, but a large number of Hrud clans are gathering in these core areas."

"Indeed, my lord." Acammus said solemnly.

Rogal Dorn thought quietly. The direction he was entering the battlefield of Satrada was the same as Perturabo, but he could also choose to enter the battle from other angles. If the Imperial Fists needed to make a decision, it was now within reach to order a turn.

In just a few minutes of thinking, the Imperial Navy fleet deployed around a planet suddenly began to retreat early. After the planet image flashed several times, it suddenly disappeared from the star map, and the matching icon showed a dynamic iron-colored skull biting it off.

"Cyclone torpedo?" Acammus was a little confused.

Rogal Dorn shook his head slightly. A few minutes later, the latest text message arrived.

"Rogal Dorn, this is Perturabo. Testing communications."

Don made the connection.

"Clear voice," Dawn replied. "This is Rogal Dorn."

He paused: "What is that?"

"The stasis force field was disturbed by the entropy field and magnetic field, which eventually caused a large explosion, and space and time tore the planet apart. Regardless of whether the calculation was wrong, that set of problems cannot be solved under the existing theoretical framework." Pei Pei Turabo said, his voice tired.

After the support arrived, the war situation accelerated comprehensively. For the Iron Lord who stubbornly wanted to control the overall situation of the battlefield and was indeed the commander-in-chief of the Satrada Abyss Theater, the new information he needed to receive every moment was instead Rising exponentially.

The consequences were obvious, as Perturabo completely gave up all breaks.

The star map rotates quietly, further magnifying the corresponding area, showing the strange situation of the planet now.

The current situation of the planet should be a dark gray solid planet with green light. Sometimes it is deduced backwards. Under the premise of normal burning of the galaxy stars, the atmosphere and surface conditions show the phenomenon of being engulfed by the expansion of the red giant, and the cracked green debris disappears. It returns again and again, returning to a more unstable state, becoming a clump that constantly collides and coalesces, and goes back to the fine clouds of gas and dust when stars were formed. And so on, in sometimes huge, sometimes tiny time spans Within, chaos repeats itself over and over again.

"The timing is wrong," Roger Dorn said. "What's the condition of it inside?"

"It's impossible to guess, and the time sages of the Mechanicus can't explain it," Perturabo sighed. "Although I don't know why it happened, the parameters when it happened have been clear. The data has been sent to you, if you want Use the stasis field and be careful about this phenomenon. Also, avoid that area when traveling, Rogge.”

"Understood. Should I enter the battlefield from the side where you are, or the other side of the Satrada Abyss?" Dorn asked.

"The west side. Curze has left some planets for you, if you are interested."

Let’s take a little prize-free guessing, which famous 40k battle group is described in this original gw article:

“…more edicts were issued regularly, becoming more stringent from month to month. Codes of conduct existed for eating, washing, training, and meditation—there were even solemn rituals for the pious disposal of waste. No action could be taken without propriety. No emotion can be enjoyed without scruples. Even contempt is suspicious because it embraces pride, just as anger and bliss embrace each other, and shame can become a vice in itself. Recently, the Prophet has expressed dissatisfaction with the Chapter's new colors. Apparently, the God-Emperor considers black to be too pure for penitence... Will he order us to smear our armor with excrement next?"