Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"And what about justice? Justice means letting everyone get what he deserves." - "The Book of Lorgar"

Perturabo was wearing a servo light armor that mainly served data forwarding control. He stood in the center of the newly arranged podium in the Iron Blood command room, with multiple arc-shaped double-sided holograms extending from both sides, front and rear of his body. The plates, embedded in the iron-gray frame, are like floating steel storms, surrounding the main body of iron.

Each screen shows a team that is attacking the main star, and the multi-dimensional data information returned from the helmet of the Iron Warrior warrior included in it, including images, audio, temperature sensing, ammunition control, map calculation and other modules, using To show the mission progress and combat status of each rapid assault team.

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His light blue eyes are focused somewhere beyond the screen, symbolizing his complete immersion in what he is currently dealing with. As his fingers slide rapidly on the touch pad, text messages and signals one after another quickly travel through the lines and radio waves, carrying the latest analyzed data and final decisions, and are sent to those who need assistance. Among the team's helmets.

As far as the Iron Warrior Primarch himself is concerned, all these calculations and performances can only exist in his brain. The reason why he chose to visualize various pictures is actually to more conveniently combine the information with other Primarchs. The body is shared.

At this time, his brothers had arrived at the strategic command room of the Iron Blood and were observing the progress of the battle with him.

Lorgar took two steps around the arc of the holographic board and selected some of the dozens of holographic screens for observation. Each team is composed of warriors from the four legions, and there are only differences and distinctions in the ratio of members.

Among the many pictures, half of the screen could only hear the sound of the power armor itself, making the soldiers feel as if they were in a deserted land; the other half was full of artillery fire, with broken metal structures splashed in the explosion and chaotic smoke rising everywhere. and sometimes dazzling flashes of light that pierce the chaos.

The screen trembled with the ups and downs of the helmets. All kinds of obstacles were constantly being broken through in different ways. The Space Marines moved forward inexorably, but the data showed that their own casualties were still in the single digits.

Everything that happened on the distant main star seemed to be just an extension of the hands and will of the Primarch in the Iron-Blooded. He stood above it, overlooking the monstrous war in the actual battlefield of the planet, letting steel and flames connect in his mind. The other end dances, making all things kneel under his wordless command. The actual victory is won by the clash of metals and the heroic spirit of blood, but in the abstract realm, what determines all this is also a button press, an instruction, and an apocalypse behind the scenes.

Luojia sensed the meaning and understood the conquest and punishment of this god-like but not god-like conquest. Demi-god, he thought, a demi-god. Architect of the Emperor. The architect of war. Inherit His blood, inherit from the life of the Messiah.

"Your judgment is correct, my brother." Lorgar said, "The remaining pagan military forces on the main planet are not enough to allow them to fully activate all the native defense measures of the planet. I see victory approaching our warriors, Even if every drop of blood shed is worth regretting, in our service, the burning bones of the enemy have soothed the souls of the soldiers.”

Perturabo's eyes returned to focus, and he nodded to accept Lorgar's approval, even though it made him feel slightly awkward. Maybe it has something to do with Aurelion's phrasing.

He let a circle of flash roll over the edges of the two holographic screens, "These two teams, they may have found the communication center between the ground and the combat satellite. It is possible that we can achieve some tactical effects through information fraud. Whether we succeed or not will depend on the aliens." Related to the internal communication mechanism.”

"Sounds good. You've captured a weak point." Horus stood up from his seat and walked towards Perturabo. With the Primarch's vision ability, he could clearly see the content on the screen while sitting where he was, but he still chose to take the initiative to get closer.

"And it's classic." Leon El'Jonson said, "It's level-by-level and clear-cut."

"The existence of the surprise army depends on destiny and the style of the general, Leon, sometimes we don't need to waste our gifts on bets," Lorgar retorted to Leon gently and secretly.

Horus was keenly aware of the slightly excessive reaction of the True Speaker, but the scale was difficult for the war commander to accurately grasp.

Leon glanced at him and said nothing.

"Aurelion, I hope to chat with you alone later." Perturabo said, "But you'd better take a look at the harvest of the 23rd Team now."

The metal frame supporting the screen rotated around him at different speeds, joining back and forth until finally forming a complete huge screen in front of the Iron Lord.

The rest of the attack images were temporarily removed, and all were reduced to a small screen in the upper right corner; and an image in half-light and semi-darkness, with a cold and dim light environment, was fully unfolded and presented in front of the original bodies.

After the image was enlarged, they could see more clearly that the armor-piercing man was running fast, following the backs of other team members in front; the sound of heavy breathing and the noisy noise coming from the Terminator Armor in the team were transmitted through the ear device. The filter was denoised, highlighting the blast of bolters coming from behind the armor-piercers, and their internal communications with each other.

"... Found the control panel, Kroger!"

"How long does it take to close?"

"I'll do it as soon as possible..."

Kroger, who was transmitting the video in his helmet, turned his head suddenly. A dark brown iron helmet was just a few meters away from him. He quickly turned around and fired a few more hand cannons, without time to confirm the extent of the casualties, and then turned around and continued to run.

In the command room, even Lion El'Jonson frowned for a moment.

"Second Legion?" The lion asked, and his voice was like a deep roar coming from the shadows of the forest.

Horus clenched his fist nervously: "I don't know..."

Lorgar silently twisted the ten fingers of his two hands together, and under his ruthless pulling, there was a click in the joint cavity.

The gunshots from behind became louder, and the sound of the power armor approached again. Kroger turned his head for the second time and faced the face of the armor several inches away.

He was only one step away from the iron helmet, and the chainsaw sword wielded by brute force almost hit his head.

Kroger ducked down suddenly, and his shorter height than the Second Legion helped him dodge this time. The explosive snake gun detonated the chest and abdomen of the armor behind him at close range. At the moment when the shell was blown through, a large amount of broken flesh and bone fragments were squeezed out of the gap impatiently, spraying half of the Iron Warrior.

Kroger used his shoulder armor to withstand the attack of the chainsaw sword and stuffed the gun directly into the gap. The second shot exploded fatally, and more broken flesh fell out of the armor like a brown-red waterfall, but there was almost no flowing blood.

The armor shook obviously, and Kroger did not insist on bloodlust, but turned and ran. Behind him, the armor that was standing unsteadily in place fell to the ground after blocking several rounds of the bolter for him.

"Lorgar, calm down." Perturabo said in advance. Lorgar was stunned for a moment, then said obediently, "I'm calm, my brother."

"That's not the flesh and blood of a Space Marine... nor a mortal, not a mortal." Horus quickly analyzed the violently shaking picture, "They used the patchwork of flesh and blood to control the armor of the Second Legion, which means that they can imitate our central nervous system-this is also related to your accidental discovery in the medical wing before, Perturabo."

"Some soldiers of the Second Legion died here." Lion said calmly.

"Yes, yes..." Horus's mood fell. "Otherwise, how could there be armor left here? Oh, he succeeded. Excellent kid."

In the picture, Krog entered before an isolation door closed, and guarded the door with the Deathwing Knight until all the armor controlled by the aliens were isolated outside-except for a clipped arm that fell in. Krog picked up the arm and held it in his hand temporarily.

They continued to go deeper and closed several isolation doors in succession. The last one was a heavy nuclear-proof door made of thick plastic steel and rock concrete.

"Where are we?" the Moon Wolf asked in front. "It's getting colder here."

"This time it's the effect of psychic fluctuations." Another Iron Warrior said, and the additional psychic detection module installed in his helmet simply reported the fluctuations of the surrounding ether. As for further exploration, it is not something that these warriors who are almost blind to psychic power can do. Maybe the Word Bearers have a slightly better psychic talent, but the undeveloped talent is of no help.

Kroger walked forward.

The perspective in the picture advanced to the front of the team until they could see clearly in the dimness, a huge collective was vaguely outlined by the light with a bloated external outline.