Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"Do we need to contact the Emperor's fleet?" Hakko said, "We don't have enough firepower. The Eighth Expeditionary Fleet and our various battle groups are on standby near Terra. If we continue to move forward, this battle will break out without our preparation." "Our current heavy artillery and armor are not enough to deal with this group of human traitors." Nardol Connor frowned, "The equipment sent from Mars is still under testing. We have nothing except the expeditionary power armor with more armor than people. After all, we are just an officer delegation." "If a war breaks out, it will be an unexpected battle." De Feis said, "We are too obsessed with showing ourselves in front of the Primarch that we have neglected the armament configuration of the fleet itself. What can we do with a set of bow torpedo tubes, two sets of side weapon arrays and two turrets?" "Maybe those traitors are not strong." Hakko shook his head, "Maybe they will be our first gift to the Primarch." "Or the first shame. "Defes frowned.

From the Oro Highlands of Seiko Amica, to the Zedic Islands and the Polar Research Station, to the glorious Venus Battle after the last batch of clearing operations on Terra, countless honors brought him double scars, and scars brought caution.

"You don't know whether the other party is holding a spear or a defensive laser system, and you don't know what ancient technology trap you will fall into if you continue to move forward. Do you want to let our flag of honor fall in front of the Primarch and let our brothers die in front of the Primarch and the Emperor?"

"This is why they began to judge us for not making progress, Defes. Hako said coldly, "We started the battle earlier than most legions, we paid more blood and bullets than any legion, and now, I have heard many times from other legions that there is a conservative legion holding their emblem flag and thinking highly of themselves."

"Or we hide, dive back into FTL travel, and record their whereabouts."

"Do you want the Primarch to think that all his officers are deserters?"

"Stop arguing, brothers." Nador said, leaving the console, "because the ship communication has been sent. Wait for the Primarch's decision."

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"...The gene seed stability of the Fourth Legion is excellent, and the numerous victories have also allowed the Emperor to give priority to delivering more new models of weapons from Mars to them."

Horus raised one eyebrow, this little action made him look more lively than he looked, "There is something better not to tell our future third brother, part of his troops have even been transferred to the Fourth Legion, because the stability of your gene seeds is too stark."

+Horus. +

Horus stood up reflexively, "Father." He replied.

+Take Perturabo to the command room, we have received an urgent communication request. +

"Yes!" Horus replied. Within two sentences, he had already thought of the problem. "Perturabo, let's go to the command room. Your army is in trouble."

"Temporary battle?" Perturabo followed Horus and walked quickly. If it was not a combat reason, there was no need to go to the command room.

"Maybe." Horus said seriously.

The hatch of the command room opened automatically the moment the two stepped on the floor in front of the door. In the center of the circular room, countless holographic projections were constantly refreshing. Each projection was far more complex than mortals could imagine. Considering that this was the Emperor's flagship, many of the contents in the projections were not only complicated, but also absolutely secret to the Empire except for a few people.

Horus strode to the center of the room with ease, crossed out a large number of routine reports and movements of other fleets, and maximized the communication interface sent by the Fourth Legion.

Horus made an encouraging gesture to him. He gave way, and Perturabo immediately took over. Through Horus's simple steps, he understood the operation of this projection and answered the communication request.

The images of three soldiers appeared in front of him.

In this moment, he automatically analyzed the different body structures of these soldiers from mortals, the functions of the armor composed of many ceramic steel armor rings, and the current closeness of the three people. At the same time, he also learned that although this communication was urgent, no one was in danger.

He accurately selected the officer with the winged bomb honor emblem on the middle shoulder armor: "I am Perturabo, your gene primarch. Report to me."

"Yes, sir." Even through the helmet, the excitement of this officer after seeing the primarch could be heard, and the trembling of his voice buzzed through the breathing grid of the helmet.

"After leaving the warp, we captured a group of abnormal images," a video was sent to Perturabo, "After preliminary judgment, this group of large fleets leaving the Olympia and Melatara star clusters conform to the regular characteristics of human ships and should be the remains of the ancient human race." "We cannot confirm whether further approach will cause war, and the firepower we brought here cannot ensure the annihilation of the enemy. After discussion, we decided to return the command to you. Please make your choice." The officer on his left sent a group of documents: "This is the current armed force list of the officers representing the fleet of the Fourth Legion. My lord, we will never avoid war." "I'm sorry, my lord. We can't bring you a more glorious first meeting." The voice of the officer on the right was quite dull, and the apology made him speechless. Perturabo's face did not change at all.

He really never imagined that his first meeting with his legion would be like this. And the unwarranted admiration and guilt and apology of several big gun-metal-colored iron shells towards him did not arouse any special emotions.

He only knew that a military mission was now being presented to him, and he was once again responsible for making choices for the warriors who trusted him - as for the heirs, he did not want to call them that for the time being.

Perturabo could guarantee that his face looked younger than any warrior in the entire legion.

He sped through the images, his eyebrows lowered, disgust appearing on his face.

"They are fleeing Olympia." He concluded immediately, "Heretics who bully the weak and fear the strong. I originally wanted to deal with them when I built Olympia myself and brought it into space civilization, but now they have foolishly abandoned the lair they have occupied for many years, in the Emperor's Run away in advance when the glory comes.”

"Horus," Perturabo turned to the man in wolfskin, "may I temporarily mobilize part of the Emperor's fleet?"

"These scum are the remnants of ancient humans living in this area. I know little about them, but after several years of research, I can confirm that they rely on dark ancient technology to distort their own living form, regularly ingesting or transforming Young human genetic material and continued life. Locally they are called black judges, and I prefer to call their status alien."

As Perturabo spoke, countless conclusions he drew from historical data and massive calculations flashed through his mind, as well as Morse's approval of his speculations at that time. He once again confirmed his conclusion to himself.

"Under the condition that they voluntarily break away from the many satellites that have built a defense system, I think that relying solely on the strength of the Fourth Legion here will not be able to defeat their fleeing tentacles. But coupled with the fleet deployed by the Emperor, everything will be impossible. It became more than enough.”

Horus looked deeply at his newfound brother, suddenly realizing another side of Perturabo. Previously, he had a pleasant chat with an artist in the golden corridor, but now, in the cold-colored command room, he saw a leader.

"A very bold request, my brother," he said. "The mobilization of the Emperor's fleet is impossible, and the pride of the Ten Thousand Men is beyond compare. But in these special circumstances, cooperation may be allowed. I will ask Father, and wearing armor."

"War Armor?"

"Do you want me to watch my brother in simple light armor go to the battlefield while I hide in the back?" Horus laughed.