Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Morse opened his eyes.

The golden runes faded from the surface of the skin, black robe and cloth belt and returned to the body. His range of perception was retracted from the farthest reaches of the Melantara star cluster, along with the massive amount of enemy information he acquired.

"There is no movement of the curtain," he said cheerfully. "I've had enough of the darkness in those shadows."

If the spell he had just laid across Olympia was so quickly resolved by Chaos, he might really consider retiring altogether.

"Are you happy?" the Emperor asked.

"I have no interest in expelling the Unborn. If they cause trouble again, the only ones here who can perfectly deal with all potential crises may be Malcador, you and me." Morse put his hand on a pile of white paper that appeared out of thin air. Above, multiple lines of information gradually appeared on the paper, "And it seems that there is only one person among them who can run around in the subspace at any time. Now my potential workload has obviously been reduced."

"Such a reason doesn't seem to make you so happy."

"You started chatting with me after we agreed on the mission?" Morse shrugged and grabbed the white paper on the table, "Well, what I'm really happy about is that Perturabo wants to second you. The Imperial Guard."

The Emperor frowned slightly incomprehensibly, and Morse had no intention of answering. This had nothing to do with being unforgiving, but because answering the details of these interpersonal relationships with the Emperor would cause too much trouble.

He admired Perturabo's cheerful confidence in the face of the Emperor and his brother, even if Perturabo himself was not aware of it.

"I compiled a list of some of the technologies from the Strife period and earlier that I just observed on the Black Inquisitor."

He handed the blank paper to the Emperor.

"They left a very important psychic suppression environment in the original satellite orbit, and abandoned almost all static defense systems, including planetary defense laser networks, drone swarms, warp battleships, automatic sentries, etc. At the same time, they abandoned the labyrinth they had lived in for a long time. If they stick to the guard, I believe that even the complete Fourth Legion will need some serious training. "

"Their technology is not much behind yours, although the difference in moral level is quite obvious." Morse joked, "I don't believe you didn't encounter many hardships when cleaning Terra and even the entire solar system. Look at the average mass of your fleet. knew."

"But don't you really have a bad reputation, Emperor? These regional overlords are so frightened by you that they have no choice but to choose their own way."

The Emperor took the blank paper and considered the costs and rewards of taking down the Exiled Fleet. Soon, he made a decision.

+Custodes will provide long-range fire support. +The Emperor commands, +Fight for Mankind, my Legion Masters. +

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Perturabo rushed into the narrow corridor with a hammer. The soles of his heavy armor stepped on the ground made of obsidian and another glass-like reflective high-hardness stone. Every time he ran, the armor was moved from top to bottom. shock. Around him, his warriors raised their bolters and fired with precision, dodging or being hit by bionic minions carrying energy cannons.

He asked a specialized squad of heavy bolters and missile launchers to march with him, both as a demonstration of his newly discovered preference for heavy firepower and as a live observation of the armor-piercing and damaging capabilities of Imperial weapons. He gradually wrote down in his mind the effects that the weapon's numerical values ​​could have in the real environment.

The armor on his body didn't fit completely, and it was completely driven by mechanical power and muscle power. Even so, it was the only set of armor that Malcador temporarily found from nowhere.

This made Perturabo determined that he must make a complete set of precise neural connection equipment suitable for the original body in the future.

He accurately smashed the biochemical slave's power sword from the shoulder down, and swung the hammer in his hand, shattering half of the slave's body. Black blood splashed everywhere. Perturabo ignored the non-toxic and non-corrosive liquid splashing on the eyepiece, grabbed another biochemical slave and threw it to block the powerful unknown laser.

"How does it feel!" Horus shouted loudly from the front, his shouts were like thunder, and the gunshots rumbled and echoed through the corridors filled with dirt and debris, "My brother! This is yours The first battle?"

"The first close combat!" Perturabo also responded with a cheerful roar. The process of slaughtering the enemy troops made him highly mentally excited, and the surge of power seemed to flow from an endless source, flowing from his blood vessels to his limbs.

His brain was loudly urging him to kill more heretics as quickly as possible, but Perturabo used his extremely high mental energy to distract himself from thinking about the comparison of the firepower data of the two sides, and in this way remained calm.

The last time he accidentally fell into the bloody world of brass and bones when he was in high spirits was still fresh in his memory.

"Okay, Perturabo!" Horus brutally killed these crazy biological creations, "These twisted things, even the Mechanicus' gadgets are better looking than them!"

"What is the Adeptus Mechanicus?"

"Praise be to Om Messiah!" Horus shouted as he dodged a dazzling unknown energy beam. This beam of laser had directly penetrated the armor of a Terminator before, and the body of the deceased was still floating strangely above the corridor. .

Perturabo raised his right hand, and the hand cannon on his wrist discharged ammunition forward, allowing Horus to defeat the enemy's defenses more efficiently. In the thick smoke, a large number of twisted biochemical creations first fell to the ground due to broken load-bearing limbs, and then died either being killed by explosive bombs or torn apart by power weapons.

The three officers who had previously spoken to him in short-range communications were closely following Perturabo, either opening the way for Perturabo or blocking the attack. Endless biochemical slaves rushed forward, using vibrating monomolecular knives to leave scars like wild dog bites on the power armor of the Fourth Legion.

Thicker armor, Pertura thought, and more firepower. If it's not about boarding a ship and jumping into a gang fight, then you still need a vehicle.

He wants more steel. More!

The fire support of the Custodes was deployed in the distance of the fleet in accordance with the Emperor's request, and the volleys of brilliant fire were fired, laying the symbol of the Emperor's snare in the dark world. Heavy weapons reduce the stored energy of the energy shield layer by layer. From time to time, enemy ships are broken by the defense and explode, like freshly baked biscuits crushed by the golden light, which is extremely crunchy.

"We need to speed up." Perturabo and Horus said, "Snatch as many Dark Technology Era weapons as possible before the Custodes crush all the enemy forces." There were too many items on the list Morse handed him. It moved him, and he imagined the utility of providing these armaments for his own army and for the Callifon of Lokos.

"No problem!" Horus replied.

During the conversation, Perturabo dodged a bunch of concentrated bullets, and then shouted: "My warriors, go to the core of the ship!"

The Fourth Legion is more silent than the Lokos, and more like cold iron stone. Their war cry is short and resolute, more like announcing the destruction that has been suffered by the enemy than announcing the attack.

Year by year they developed this characteristic during the expeditions led by the Emperor himself. And this was exactly what Perturabo loved.

The automatic loader filled the ammunition for him. Perturabo calculated the structure of the wall, used a heavy hammer and a picked-up sword blade to cut the wall, and used ammunition to force the wall to collapse.

The eyes under the helmet of Horus showed more surprises. The returning Primarch took the lead in entering the dark room to explore the way for his brother, followed closely by Perturabo.