In the silence of the universe, the assault landing compartment was falling towards a planet.
Behind the curved metal frame is a directional booster for the ignition flame, allowing the descent to land at a steady rate, and its flight trajectory is passing through the orbit of the dead planet.
It was a cold and bright planet, the Mother of Tears stationed in orbit, shining in the dark universe, but on the other side of the planet, the crying people who came here to investigate did not know that uninvited guests would come-
In the landing cabin, Malakin could hear the soft singing of the slave sing and the gentle buzzing of the armor as it vibrated.
His subordinates were all very calm and pondered about the upcoming battle, and it was through years of war that they had built them into the pinnacle of combat power among human beings.
The one the warriors meditate on is San Gilles, an idol used by the War Chapter to compare themselves, and a noble example they strive to follow.
And what they meditated was the mission given to them by the Emperor. They would travel across the planets of the sea of ​​stars and shoulder the mission that ordinary fragile mortals could not shoulder in the empire's grand plan.
Although they have meditated thousands or more of these things, they have prepared their minds for extremely fierce battles and eliminated the unnecessary distractions so as not to insult their qualifications as a son of San Gilles.
Malakin also knew what his comrades thought, because so did he.
The difference is that times have changed, and the historical task of building the Wretchers into a journey of honor and dignity is even more arduous, which is more important than the winning or losing of a battle.
Especially when he heard Amydodon Soshiyan fight side by side with the Holy Blood Angels and create a brilliant victory again, he realized that his friend would soon give the Astral Knight a place in the legend of the Empire, and his deeds would be told as glorious history to mortals everywhere in the Milky Way, and would be written into hymns before dinner and sung.
But he was still much worse, and even the shame of the battle group had not been completely washed away.
The young and tender leader of the battle team I met at the beginning had unknowingly left him far away.
Marakin is not a vain person, but he also has his own pride!
Therefore, the recovery of the battle group became the only question he thought about every day. How to obtain more resources, more equipment for warships, more relationships and connections, all of which need to be done by himself.
This is also the reason for this cooperation with Griya, the founding world.
After all, the price of the other party is very high!
The landing compartment was still vibrating, and the faces of the choir slaves were decorated in exquisite detail and installed on the brass armature.
When this group of singers who were once humans began to sing, they would be raised to the ceiling of the dropper.
Without the mind, half-human slaves are used to take on lowly and skillful work. The slaves are not only a group of faces responsible for singing poems, but also install communication systems in the landing cabin. At the same time, their singing also represents a tradition in the battle group, helping the soldiers concentrate on the next coming battle.
The target is approaching, and the soldiers are ready to fight.
Malakin could feel the surging emotions in the souls of the warriors, their enthusiasm for war, their focus on fighting, and their admiration for San Gilles.
These brilliant qualities are reflected in his brain, and he can easily experience this strong and consistent emotion without trying.
The landing cabin vibrated violently as it crossed the first atmosphere of Dachia, but the ten Space Marines in the cabin did not let themselves be shaken by their imagination. They were all tied to the gravity seat, and the bright yellow power armor and weapons on their bodies shone with light.
Soon, the hymns in the landing cabin also entered the final chapter, and the majestic singing drowned out the noisy sounds of the cabin.
Malakin picked up the battle helmet beside him and wore it. The sealed helmet wrapped his throat tightly. The visual system connected to the helmet showed that his huge armor had been connected to airtight enough to start dealing with any harsh climate on the ground.
Every Space Marine would spend hours on the ship to conduct a meticulous inspection of the military equipment and abide by the strictest military discipline so that they can fight smoothly.
A few seconds later, Malakin activated the runes on the visual system and activated his communicator.
Even though the alarm system in the landing cabin had not prompted and the hymn sang by the sect of the sect had not stopped, Malakin could still feel that he was getting closer to his target.
“Prepare to land.”
The thruster that was on the brake entered the second stage of operation, and the Space Marines' gravity seats were bent and extended into a soft-up buffer to help them overcome the influence of their body weight and bear the heavy pressure when decelerating.
"The wailers."
The clear and proud words of Malakin came from the communicator.
"I don't need to tell you why, I don't need to emphasize what you have to do, and I don't need to say more about how you fight, because these things are something you never get confused, but now I want to add that our admiration for San Gilles will keep us away from the curse of red and black in battle, and don't relax."
Malakin can use his words to the hearts of his warriors, using their tradition of glory to inspire them to practice superhuman achievements and fight against their own flaws.
The lights flashed in the landing cabin, and the noise was louder. The slaves raised their volume, and the chorus of the chants became louder and more shocking.
The sound of metal banging across the hull was a sign that the landing compartment would contact the ground. The sharp claws of the ceramic steel extending from the hood would tear through the ground.
Through countless reviews of mission briefings, Malakin has been able to see a new picture of the Mechanical Education Inspection Station in his mind - an ugly and deformed fortress that may have been a sphere.
Weeping will open a corridor from the light-free surface of the inspection station, but at the same time, the action must be meticulous and punctual.
Long-distance scanning can only analyze the structure of the first few floors of the inspection station. The structural diagram given by Griya is also very vague, and it is difficult to plan a reasonable assault route based on guessing alone.
They were not even willing to clearly state the purpose of this inspection station.
This created some trouble for Malakin to develop a battle strategy, but one thing remains unchanged. They had to go deep into the station to find out all the surviving members of the Mechanics, know what happened, and annihilate the enemies they might encounter.
The task of finding the enemy's position requires the leader of each team to complete it. This time, Malakin brought two hundred soldiers, and he believed that there would be no problem.
There are three goals in this battle, one main goal and two secondary goals.
Malakin checked the blaster for the last time, then clenched his bloody broad blade with one hand, and the faint energy was revealed on the surface of the blade.
Other Space Marines also performed their weapons for the last iconic inspection, from the helmet to the sealing of the armor, to the bomb gun.
The heavy weapon team was equipped with plasma cannons, and the energy coil inside it was flashing.
In order to adapt to the planet's gravity environment, the assault team debugged its jump backpack and pulled the chainsaw sword out of its sheath.
All angels were born for battle, but the descendants of San Gilles had a stronger talent for melee combat with the enemy and dared to take up any melee weapon to fight against the Emperor's enemies.
Suddenly, the sing of the sacred song suddenly came to an abrupt end, and every Space Marine had no more distractions in its mind except for fighting.
Chapter completed!