The Lord of the Skitarii, Ricardo Alam, stood at the place he needed to guard, feeling hesitant for the first time in his life. This name was chosen by him fifty years ago. As for the name he was born under, it had already been changed.
He has been forgotten for a long time, and his age is calculated by the timer in his body - to be precise, he is already 97 years old, at least the few remaining flesh and blood on his body are already that old.
He is very close to perfect sublimation. Now only 17% of his body is still made of flesh and blood. The glorious and praiseworthy 83% is made of steel, iron, copper and titanium.
Composition, receive the blessing of the Machine God three times a day.
However, he was hesitant to call himself the Lord of the Skitarii, not as a sign of humility, but as a sign of shame - his duties were very important and full of honor, but there was still some human sadness left in his data processor
Guilty and kept questioning him.
What exactly is he the master of? A group of slave soldiers?
He deserves better, he deserves more!
However, although he is dissatisfied with his current status, deception can bring comfort and soothe his shame. Under the strict system of the Mechanicus, he can only fulfill his duties and never-endingly transform his body so that he can
Fight more effectively with your mechanical warriors.
But in fact, his real favorite field is Titan, that great machine of God.
He would often go to the Death Gaze Legion's fortress. When there were only servants on the scaffolding, he would extend a mechanical synapse to the body of the shutdown Titan. His internal processing system would generate a series of images, just like him.
He is driving these divine machines, struggling to guide the mechanical spirits in these silent bodies.
He was annoyed by his position within the Forge World's powerful circles, but he hid well enough under the unblinking eye of his more respected colleagues to hide his shame, no matter how hurtful the power circles were.
his self-esteem.
Now it seems that war is coming, and Ricardo Alam thinks that this may be a way for him to break through the existing power circle, by showing his personal abilities——
However, this became the thing he regretted most in the last few minutes of his life.
The void shield suddenly disappeared, and then a large group of Astartes parachuted directly next to the Mechanical Temple, which he thought was safe.
Astartes, a whole battle group, blood-red drop pods crashed into the ground one after another. The latest one landed on the flat ground less than a kilometer away from him, and he was in the presence of an entire army of his most trusted guardians.
In the array.
Riccarud Alam recognized their identity, the jagged blood drop mark, the skulls that could be seen everywhere on the armor, and... the rapid and ruthless attack.
They roared horribly like savages, roaring bolters and wielding chainsaws, tearing apart all the Skitarii around them.
Flesh Tearer, this is not good at all
When Rikarud Alam assigned the Skitarii to fight against these blood-red violent giants, the regret in his heart had just begun to take root. It took a full seven minutes and nine seconds to reach its peak and disappear in the blink of an eye.
"Um?"
As soon as Soshyan arrived on the ground through teleportation, he found that he was standing in a spiral square. Then he noticed a torn cleaning servitor not far away. The beacon was obviously placed on this servitor.
A company of Terminators landed with him, and then Soshyan intervened in the command channel.
"Each battle group will attack according to the original plan. If there are any surprises during the attack, report them at any time."
In fact, Soshyan didn't have to come down in person, but he felt that some things had to be handled by himself, otherwise there might be consequences.
At this time, a large group of combat robots and combat servitors had arrived. They had not received any instructions, but simply followed the defense protocol to fight against the invaders.
The Terminators raised their weapons and beat the highly modified mechanical skitarii into scrap metal. The explosive bombs hit the flesh and blood parts and blew them to pieces.
"Go directly to the Mechanical Temple."
Soshyan walked directly towards the Mechanical Temple not far away. A servitor with extra arms rushed towards him, with a charged blade in its hand.
He directly stretched out his hand, as if doing a small thing to twist off the opponent's arm, and then thrust the hot sword blade into the mouth of the machine servant. The blade penetrated the modified brain, and then the machine servant shook and fell. Down.
There was no airborne pod in the sky at this time, all the airdropped soldiers had landed, and the teleported people all landed safely with the help of Veronica's precise guidance. As for herself, after completing all this, she was escorted by the two agents. Returned to the mansion and waited for the battle to end.
Almost all the battles in orbit have been fought. Thousands of Astartes surrounded the entire Mechanical Temple. The outcome is already doomed.
Soon, Soshyan's team arrived near the Forge Temple, and the other companies of the Astral Knights were at their respective positions to block the enemy reinforcements as planned. The whole process did not take long.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Mechanical Temple, he saw a scarlet ground, with layers of corpses turning the flat ground into uneven spots.
Looking along the corpses, those violent blood-red giants were still carrying out their slaughter. Because of their well-supplied armaments, each of them chose their favorite weapon and created the most horrific killings.
"Brother Seth!"
He called, but there was no response, because Seth was running wildly among the enemy with a huge chainsword.
When he shouted the name of Sanguinius and waved the huge chain sword, broken corpses and heads were scattered into the sky. Then he kicked away the corpse of the Skitarii, trying to find the target in the vast sea of people. .
Then, he saw the figure holding a mechanical battle ax, cowering behind the skitarii and battle robots.
"Coward! Get out!"
Seth laughed and pushed forward through the sea of piercing drills, staggered sword blades, swinging punches, and laser gun fire. The huge two-handed chain saw drew arcs in the air. line, destroying everything encountered on the road - blasting a dozen heavy fighter servitors, dismantling several huge battle robots, and tearing apart hundreds of Skitarii.
The severed Skitarii still stretched out its still functioning mechanical arm and tried to grab Seth's leg, but the ferocious Flesh Tearer just stepped on it mercilessly and crushed the heads of those semi-mechanical soldiers.
This is not to say that Angstrom's Skitarii are weak, on the contrary, they are powerful enough. However, no matter how much knowledge of warfare the sages of the Mechanicus have, they always lack some necessary tactical sense and flexibility.
The whole process ended before Soshyan could stop it. Seth held up the iron head of Ricardo Alam, like a tribal savage who had just slaughtered his enemy, and the Skitarii continued under his roar. Back up.
Soshyan sighed softly and shook his head. He still wanted to retain these senior members of the Mechanicus as much as possible. After all, he also had his own ideas.
"Brother Seth, just stay here."
Soshyan walked over and Seth turned to him, frowning slightly.
"We can help you clear a path, you just have to go all the way to that thing, Brother Soshyan."
Soshiyang lowered his head pretending to be mysterious and said softly:
"There are no enemies inside. I'm worried that there might be something unexpected outside. Brothers Seth are trustworthy people, so don't let Reza's people enter yet."