Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

"Uh..." Luna Wolf looked around, "Brothers Dark Angels, Brothers Word Bearers, Brothers Iron Warriors, Brothers Iron Warriors, if I didn't say 'goodbye' when we said goodbye last time, but said goodbye If I turn around and leave coolly, will I not end up having to form a team with you again?"

"You still do, Jack," the Dark Angel said, "because that's exactly what I do."

"What the hell - after seeing the throne, you can actually speak, Gerry... Gerry..." Jack the Luna Wolf pretended not to remember the name of the Dark Angel.

"Gerry-Greys Sean Georgiev Pat O'Sullivan," the Deathwing warrior's helmet was held on his lap, showing an unsmiling face, "You can continue to call me Gerry. "

Hashem the Word Bearer smiled kindly, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you again, my friends. I hope that I did not cause any trouble to you during the battle a year ago."

"Of course not," said the Iron Warrior.

𝟲𝟵𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘅.𝗻𝗲𝘁]

"Thank you, Hammer." The Word Bearer nodded slightly, "And Kroger. Thank you for your tolerance."

"It seems that our pleasantries are over." Kroger said, tapping his leg armor, "Does anyone remember that we have a mission now?"

"Thank you, Kroger, if you didn't tell me, I must not have remembered it," Moon Wolf Jack said sarcastically, obeying the magnetic buckle and sitting there obediently. "A brand new gang-hopping operation, used to enter the interior of Ran Dan's spaceship - and we may be one of the first people, excluding the second legion, to go inside Ran Dan's empire to jump gangs."

"Thanks to the success of our cooperation last year." Dark Angel Gerry said.

“Hard work pays off hard work, and everyone in Corsonia knows this rule.”

Jack shrugged and continued, "If we don't have to face more... you know, those iron armors being used, I would actually be happy to be the first to join. Lord Horus said that if we have to lose close combat He would rather not be the leader for the glory of the world. I think he is right——"

The two Iron Warriors looked dangerously at the Luna Wolf.

"They don't silence others, Jack," Gerry said, "but the Iron Warriors are now your interim bosses, and your boss's boss is sitting in the strategic command room."

"Why are you talking so much today, Gerry-Grace Shawnee Geolski..."

The iron straps hanging from the Deathwing warrior's shoulders clanked menacingly.

"...Pat O'Sullivan," Jack called the last part of his name correctly.

"Because I realize that we have the possibility of cooperating many times in the future, I have been silent, and it won't be you who can't stand it in the end." Gerry said majestically, "But you are just as annoying as another pack of wolves."

"Another pack of wolves? Your Majesty, how am I like those stinking wild wolves who drank ten barrels of wine in one meal?"

"What's the difference between you?"

"Well, their genetic father was raised outside, and our Lord Horus was raised in Terra..."

"We are blood brothers, friends, don't slander each other or fight with each other, this is not good..."

Kroger looked at the extravehicular battle images displayed on the holographic screen, which had been filtered from the briefing room and sent here.

Since finding a safe route through the cosmic storm at the entrance of the corridor more than a year ago, the two sides have been fighting in the corridor for a long time.

The number of troops that can be put into this long and narrow corridor is obviously limited, the supply line is lengthened, the maneuverability of the battleship is greatly restricted, and it is difficult to implement dispersed and multi-directional tactical options. The Iron Warriors in the rear must avoid hitting the Dark Angels who are leading the way, and Cross-ship signal transmission, regardless of psychic means or physical methods, is severely disrupted by chaotic gravity and electromagnetic fluctuations.

And it is very obvious that what is waiting on the other side of the passage is no longer the transformed people controlled by the alien empire, but the real Randan Empire itself.

At this moment, a large number of formidable imperial heavy ships are in the universe, confronting the very unique ships of the aliens on the opposite side.

The ships that Ran Dan now displays in front of the empire seem to be special forms created by designers who are proficient in bionics. Some ships have armor arranged in the front, forming an umbrella-shaped arc, and there are multiple connected ships floating in the back. The tentacle-like ship structure makes it difficult to see its specific function other than being blown apart by the Iron Warriors.

Some ships seem to have grown metal wings, making the entire hull look like an unbalanced insect of the suborder Hypoptera. They rely on powerful power to maintain normal suspension and operation, and use some kind of technology to weave a shield around the outside. Avoid becoming a huge target.

There are some other bionic forms that can be distinguished from these fleets, but the main ones are still the two above.

Some dark pink strip-shaped decomposition weapons and hard-shelled shells with self-tracking capabilities came from the opposite side. The light spears responded, cutting many claw-like arcs in the universe and oscillating on the translucent shield. A large number of dangerous ripples appeared, and the flames of the propellers and the interactive artillery fire burned in the void.

Just looking at those shadows, Kroger could almost smell the chemical smell of promethium and the stench of burning.

It was still a long time before they could engage in gang-hopping, and he gave up on trying to stop the noisy chatter of his squad members.

Then he decided to join in the fun.

"No one would be curious about your run-in with the Space Wolves, Gerry," Krog said. "We have heard nothing about your interactions."

"The reborn Dark Angels indeed have nothing to do with them," the Dark Angels replied. "We do not disparage the Space Wolves. At the same time, I don't know what happened. I am a Terran."

"Like your commander Houguin?" Iron Warrior Hammer said.

"Yes." Gerry was silent for a while and revealed his secret thoughts: "Actually, I'm also curious about the reason."

"I don't know, anyway, your entire home planet and everything that happened on it is very mysterious." Jack said, "The first time I saw your Angel Castle mistress Megan, I was so scared that Astarte finally Joined by the Daughters of Man.”

"Quasi-Astartes reformation," Gry replied. "Many of Caliban's followers are still with the Lion."

"The Lord of the First Host is commendable for his mercy," the Word Bearer said, almost tenderly, and faced the others with a look as if they had seen a ghost—and a throne. “In lovingkindness he leads his redeemed people, and brings them to his holy place…”

"Get ready to fight." Kroger interrupted the Word Bearers, "Remember your rules of war. Don't take off your helmet, don't take away confusing things, don't be curious about aliens, no matter what form they take this time Appear. When called again, learn Hashem to recite the Imperial Truth silently and leave it behind.”

"Also, don't eat anything." said the Luna Wolf. "This is what our father asked us to tell 'those angels'."

The Deathwing slammed his helmet back onto his head, the lock snapping shut.

"I'm not hungry," he said lowly. "Leave those words to the Ninth Legion."

"You're not hungry, you're just darker," the Luna Wolf replied, as Perturabo's orders to prepare echoed over their comms.