Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Rogal Dorn initially believed that for a scattered orc fleet, he led too many ships, which might cause a waste of imperial resources.

However, when he discovered that a green protective film gradually appeared on the orc ship opposite with the giant big-chin skull flag hanging on it. Although it looked shabby and could collapse with a single blow, it could block long-range weapons just like his own void shield. When the salvo was fired, he began to feel that the firepower of the ship he carried might be conservative.

In any case, Rogal Dorn had already issued the order, and he assembled the fleet and arranged the offensive front without any panic. The Primarch of the Imperial Fist seems to be born insulated from despair and anxiety. This calm and decisive power runs through the Legion, and it matches the adjective of fanaticism at the level of belief and spirit.

Twenty battleships surrounded the original body, assisting Rogal Dorn in attacking the wandering orc fleet in the nearby star system of Invite. When necessary, they completed gang-hopping battles and used their chainswords to tear apart the alien's body with their own hands.

The other ten warships dispersed their forces, traveled through subspace, and carried out strike missions against three planets that had been occupied by the orcs. After confirming that there was no way to save them, the commander had the right to directly take extreme measures.

"It's like destiny," Sigismund said, holding the helmet in his hands before entering the drop pod. “Light-year interstellar naval battles always end with a chainsword pressed to the enemy’s throat.”

"Or use a flamethrower to stick the enemy's ashes on it." Dantioch inspected the barrel of the gun that was spitting fire. "Or a power axe, a power hammer."

Since the entire army has been informed of the terrible threat of Ork Spores, flamethrowers have become standard equipment for this operation. In addition to Space Marines armed with incineration cannons, the artillery on Land Raiders and other vehicles has also been replaced from chaotic mixed weapons such as twin assault guns and Iron Curtain heavy machine guns to flaming weapons that release the wrath of promethium. .

Sigismund's gauntlet rested on the hilt of his sword, recalling the sound of the wind when the orc's machete cut an inch from the front of his throat. It was so fast that when he killed the enemy, he seemed to have left a part of himself behind.

"The chainsword refers to melee combat, Dantioch." Sigismund said.

"Put on your helmets, battle brothers." Sergeant Iskus's voice came from the helmet grille. "Put your helmet on and keep it sealed."

After the characteristics of the orc spores were announced, the officer seemed to suddenly realize something. The body supported by the machine fell into a long silence, making his subordinates hesitate to ask the superior whether his voice replacement machine could still operate. Of course, Iscus quickly returned to the battle with all his heart, and the rhythm of his steel bones drew a gesture of atonement in Sigismund's eyes.

"I hope you have all learned about your respective missions." Iscus said, "Rescue data beacons that can still be recovered in the city, and kill every alien you see."

"I will say no more, complete your mission, warriors," Dantioch told his squad of Iron Warriors after Iscus. He is so harmonious with his squad that one sometimes forgets that he is also a commander.

They jolted in the drop pod until they landed. Dantioch found himself landing in a world that was like a half-image of Olympia. Oil-painted fields, good water conservancy hubs and familiar mountains on the horizon formed a sparkling natural scenery, and the city Wrapped deep in the farmland, towers and buildings rely on each other and are surrounded by high walls made of gray and white stones and heavy metal doors, allowing the constant sound of wind to pass through the gaps day and night.

He saw phantom proof that humans had once labored here. Dantioch grasped the joystick of the Land Raider's cockpit, and the Empire's killing machine rumbled to life. The flamethrower bided his time beside him, and a senseless rage arose in his heart.

"Do you have an oath, Imperial Fists?" Dantioch asked, hearing his voice become rough and fierce, like a beast lurking in the forests of Olympia.

"We will fight..." The sound of the oath echoed from the tank body, emanating from everyone's chest, reverberating in the breastplate and helmet, and filling the small cabin of the tank, shaking the hearts and souls of the soldiers. .

Scattered greenskins appeared in Dantioch's field of vision. There were no data beacons deployed outside the city, and he knew he could fire as much as he wanted. First comes the devastating Frag Storm grenade launcher and Ikarus rocket nest, followed by the flamethrower purge.

Over the roar of engines and cannons, the oaths of the Imperial Fists warriors grew to an overwhelming voice.

"We will try our best..." Dantioch heard Sigismund's calm voice from behind. He always felt that Sigismund and his Primarch had something in common. Of course, Iskus’s iconic metal voice can also be heard from behind.

The magnetic lock that fixed the Astartes opened, and the armor in the cabin began to collide in preparation for battle. They are approaching the city. The gunfire from several tanks intertwined into a fire net that was enough to cover the site, turning the already bright sky into a colder golden white, and the grass-covered ground ignited with ocher-like promethium flames.

Outside the city, Dantioch would give the order to attack, and he was ready.

"We will stand up..." Dantioch swore along with the warriors of the Imperial Fists, a dry bitterness welling up in his mouth.

The tracks pressed against the broken road outside the city, and he briefly wanted to know the name of this city occupied by orcs, because it was about to disappear from the universe forever. Orcs are emerging from the city gates in an endless stream, and ugly modified alien weapons are set up on the city walls, leaving disgusting patches of color in the sky.

Dantioch connected to the communications and reported to the fleet in orbit that the city was indeed no longer worth saving.

"We will defeat the enemy."

The assault gates burst open and mixed squads of Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors rush towards the city. Some orc lasers and lightning-like arcs came towards them, and the Imperial Fists warriors were the first to rush forward.

Colorful light groups exploded everywhere, polluting the clouds and sky into a creation that was extremely filthy in Dantioch's eyes. The stench was accompanied by screams and roars. Some were the smell of the orcs themselves, and some were the smell of burning human bodies. Protein and blood had deteriorated in the soil, and were burned into the turbid air by promethium and the orcs' kinetic weapons.

The unknown storm rose from the orc camp and gathered into a trembling and mixed arc of light. Some warriors were briefly knocked down, and the electromagnetic waves interfered with their weapons and armor. However, this was not an obstacle to most warriors, except Yi, who was half a machine. Scouse was knocked down and unable to get up, and it was his misfortune that the out-of-control machine could not continue his fight.

Cries of attack emanated from the mouths of every Astartes, hundreds of war cries forming the roar of an army's soul against the cheers and wails of a world doomed to destruction.

In order to complete the search mission, the formation quickly broke up and formed into small groups of two or three, their shoulder armors almost colliding with each other. Dantioch pointed the barrel of his gun at the opening the team had reserved for him. The orc's unknown anatomy turned into a sticky paste that clung to the muzzle of Dantioch's gun, and the next blast of flames would clear away the mess.

With a quick glance, Dantioch confirmed that the one who wielded the chainsword fastest on the battlefield was Sigismund. The bright yellow warrior passed by a huge cannonball made of bone fragments and scrap metal. While swinging his sword, he raised his gun and smashed the next cannonball in the air, causing the rotten bone fragments to shatter and scatter in the air.

Some orc skulls flew past his eyes, and the blood of an Astartes warrior gushed out from the gaps in the armor, indicating that the locking device was damaged or automatically released. His body was twisted and rolled down.

Dantioch focused his attention on the chain sword in his hand. The iron armor surrounded him, and the iron surface was his second face and second layer of skin. He heard his own breathing inside the helmet, three lungs supplying the oxygen needed to kill. While fighting, the analysis of the city itself entered his mind, and he quickly deduced the distribution locations of data beacons and the weaknesses of the orc settlement. The information became clearer in his mind.

"This way," said Dantioch. His team followed closely.

Sigismund cut off another deformed heretic skull. He gained a part of his tranquility in the battle. The turbid blood rolled down from the chain sword. Those noisy sounds contracted and then expanded, and were broken down and gathered together. Knocking on his eardrums, overcome by his well-trained sensory system. This was one of the countless battles he had fought, and he cut off the opponent's knife the moment before another orc weapon hit him.

Amid the roar of gunfire, Sigismund saw a white light rising from a corner of the city. The first beacon has been recovered.

They will not stay on this earth for long.