Infinite Metaverse

The surface of the planet Roswell 7.

This is a dark, dead planet. The planet's atmosphere is filled with thin oxygen. Radiation dust blows along with the breeze. The surface is almost all iron-gray gravel and gravel, with no sign of life.

Such a dead planet also has complex topography. Huge and deep rift valleys like continental scars are spread across the entire planet, making Planet Roswell 7 look like a dry and cracked scab.

These rift valleys are dotted with caves and dark passages carved out by ammonia underground rivers, which are as intricate as a maze.

At this time, a big-bellied transport spacecraft with profanity and brutal graffiti painted on its outer shell was quietly anchored in a deep rift.

It is daytime on Planet Roswell 7, but not much of the star's light is left after being blocked by the planet's atmosphere, and the transport spacecraft hiding in the deep pit and giant valley is as dim as night.

In the control room of the spacecraft, prayer flags and scrolls were scattered everywhere, with densely packed Kolchis characters written on them. The lights were not turned on in the dim control room, but large and small candles were lit. The air was filled with a mixture of thick blood. The spicy smell left behind after burning the spices is nauseating.

At least Hiroshi Tateshita almost vomited when he first entered the control room.

He carefully looked up at the tall and terrifying figure sitting on the large seat in the middle of the control room.

The ferocious armor swayed like a ghost under the dim candlelight. The dark red shoulder armor was engraved with fine black prayers, and the edges of the armor were inlaid with sharp metal spikes.

The owner of the armor was not wearing a helmet, and his pale bald head was also covered with twisted words. He lowered his head, his face was hidden in the black shadow and could not be seen clearly. The index finger covering his gauntlet touched his knees lightly. Tapping lightly.

Hiroshi Tateshita knew his name, Crofa, the person in charge of these three transport ships.

A powerful Chaos Space Marine.

Hiroshi Tateshita and others received the request and came to the control room. Facing this powerful fallen Astartes, everyone was cautious and no one dared to speak first.

Only the tapping sound of fingers echoed in the dim control room. In this suffocating atmosphere, the Chaos Space Marine finally raised his head, revealing a pale and evil face, and spoke in a low voice:

"They want to trap us on this planet."

The bald man's eyes were yellow and white, and the teeth in his mouth were all filed to the point of sharpness. When he opened his mouth, he was so full of sharp teeth that Tateshita Hiroshi dared not look directly at him.

No one responded to him, and Clofa continued to speak in a slow tone:

"They are about to land... The Ultramarines are very cautious. They will test our strength little by little."

"This group of blasphemers are very smart... They will not fight a war of attrition with us in caves and tunnels. Once they find out the location of the transport fleet, they will teleport back and then call for an orbital strike."

Having said this, he raised his head, looked directly at the people in front of him, and said:

"When the time comes, we will all be drowned in this damn canyon by high-explosive bombs poured from a Lunar-class cruiser."

Clofa asked in a playful tone:

"A few of them claim to be sent by the Four Powers of Destruction to assist me. Faced with such a predicament, what advice do you have?"

In the early days of the Horus Heresy, the rebel faction was not as powerful as the loyal faction. Warmaster Horus, based on the concept that the enemy of his enemy is his friend, actively worked with the illegal psykers who were discriminated against and oppressed in the areas ruled by the empire. , mutants, space pirates, etc., and instigated them to launch rebellions and disrupt the security of the empire, so these people were almost in the same camp as the Warmaster in the early days.

Krofa obviously classified the reincarnators among these people.

Tatexia Hong swallowed and started thinking rapidly.

He has been in the Warhammer 40K world for a while, and he already knows how these genetically modified people called Space Marines fight, and he also clearly knows the teleportation and other technical methods of the Space Marines.

The leader of the Chaos Space Marines has judged the tactics that the opponent will adopt. Hiroshi Tateshita is convinced, and now he is trying to find a way to destroy this tactic.

"Sir, I can provide you with excellent warriors. As long as there is enough food, there will be an endless supply of warriors!" A middle-aged man with a beard and brown hair who looked like a scholar said excitedly.

Tatexia Hong, who was about to speak, couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

Clofa also smiled slightly when he heard this, showing his sharp teeth, and said in a gloomy voice:

"Belensky, I remember you. Those little bugs of yours are very interesting. They may be useful against mortals, but they are too weak for Space Marines."

Hiroshi Tateshita looked at the middle-aged man holding the long iron-gray can in his hand tightly, and cursed in his heart: Idiot, this is the Warhammer 40K universe. In this world with a very high lower limit of intensity, the aliens will be killed by ordinary firearms. The strength of the injured exoskeleton, as well as the strength and agility that are only stronger than ordinary humans, are simply not enough in the face of bolters and power swords.

The middle-aged man with a brown-red beard pursed his lips, looking unconvinced.

Regardless of others, Tateshita Hiroshi made up his mind and spoke in a deep voice:

"Sir, I can block the transmission of the opponent's Space Marines for thirty minutes."

"Oh?" Krofa was obviously interested when he heard this, "What kind of shielding method? Are you using some kind of ancient technology jamming device?"

Liao Xiahong explained: "No, my domain development... Uh, I mean, after my psychic ability is activated, the teleportation within a radius of five kilometers will be invalid!"

Clofa squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the thin black-haired young man, touched his chin and said:

"A psyker who doesn't need a psychic booster, interesting..."

Liao Xiahong said: "I can only interfere with their transmission back to the battleship, my lord, as for the space fighters left on the planet, it depends on you."

After finishing speaking, Ryoshita Hiroshi took a deep look at Clofa, he believed that this evil and cunning space warrior could understand what he meant.

Clofa smiled and said, "I'm starting to appreciate you a little bit, smart mortal. Of course, don't worry, the holy warriors blessed by the four gods will leave the lackeys of the false emperor on the surface, and our With people entangled, the commander of the Ultramarines wouldn't dare use orbital bombing unless he didn't care about his fighters at all."

After finishing speaking, seeing that the other strange people present no longer seemed to express their opinions, Klofa waved his hand and said:

"Okay, you all step back, we start to arrange defensive arrangements to welcome the arrival of the puppet emperor's lackeys."

The reincarnators left the main control room one after another.

Walking in the dark corridor of the spaceship, the screams and groans of the victims can be heard from time to time in the dark depths of the corridor, which is creepy.

Takashita speculates that the Word Bearers may be torturing the captives for fun.

At this time, a woman in black with a long stick wrapped in cloth suddenly came over and asked in a low voice beside Liaoxiahong:

"Spell return?"

Liaoshita Hiroshi was startled, and turned to look at this tall and slender Caucasian woman with a European and American face, wearing a black hood and a black dress.

Liao Xiahong asked, "You know?"

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up, and she said, "I heard the words you slipped up. Hmph, you Asians are not the only ones who watch anime."

She said with a chuckle: "But you have to be careful, if your domain doesn't work, I believe that Clofa will crush your head with his own hands before being overwhelmed by the guns of the Ultramarines, haha .”

After speaking, she turned and walked forward.

Liao Xiahong stopped at the same spot and looked at the back of the woman. To be honest, this caucasian woman with a pointed chin and deep brows and eyes was quite good-looking, but it always gave him a very dangerous feeling.

She's right, don't look at her swearing in front of Clofa, but Liaoshita Hiroshi actually has no idea whether her own domain can interrupt the Ultramarine's teleportation device. If it fails, the Word Bearers' The wrath was sure to come upon him.

Liaoshita Hiroshi looked at the long stick wrapped with black cloth strips on the back of the woman, and guessed in his heart that it should be a sword because of its shape.

On the other side, the scholar-like brown-red beard tightly hugged the long iron-gray metal tank in his arms, gritted his teeth, and whispered to a short man next to him who was hunched over and wrapped in a gray burqa. The woman cursed:

"Klofa doesn't trust me, they don't believe me, this group of damned idiots, they don't understand the potential of aliens, the upper limit of the potential of aliens is infinite, as long as Klofa promises to give me a living space warrior, I will It will be able to breed the space warrior Alien, which is definitely a powerful existence that has never been seen before, damn, damn, these ignorant and short-sighted idiots..."

This woman with a black veil and her head bent forward in an exaggerated arc listened to the chatter of her companions, looked around, and whispered:

"The battle is about to start... Hiss~ Belensky, we don't need Klofa to give us living space fighters, we can get them ourselves if we find the right opportunity, don't we?"

Her voice was both human and inhuman, with a strange hoarse hiss.

Belensky said: "I know, but you have also seen that those perverted genetically modified people are not something we can approach casually, even when they are injured, they can smash us into pieces with a wave of their hands and die Space Marine corpses are useless, and Chestbreakers can only be conceived from living receptors."

The hunchbacked woman hissed, "Be patient, Belensky, be patient, we'll have a chance."

...

On the teleportation deck, Flajos stood quietly in the middle, holding a tactical tablet. The flashing green light spots on the tablet were moving, intuitively reflecting the position information of each team.

The progress of each spearhead team on the surface is continuously transmitted through the communication channel, which team has encountered greater resistance, and which team has arrived at the predetermined position ahead of schedule.

More battlefield information was continuously sent back and collected towards the Sosaran. Vlajos's brain was running at high speed, calmly analyzing the information.

This is the unique ability inherited by the descendants of Guilliman from the Primarch. It is said that the brain of the Primarch himself can process tens of thousands of pieces of information at the same time and make quick decisions.

Generally speaking, the spearhead troops encountered little resistance, but as they passed through the caves and fissures and got closer to the actual location of the transport spacecraft, the enemy's firepower began to increase. With the blocking of some ship-borne heavy weapons, the ground began to Call Orbital Support.

Frajos stroked his chin, thinking.

Beside him, rows and rows of space fighters wearing dark blue power armors have lined up neatly, with their chests raised and their heads raised, ready to go.

The chaplain holding the power scepter walked in front of the queue, one by one, nailing the small notes of the oath written by the soldiers to the ceramic steel breastplate on the chest of the soldiers with a red stamp.

The Chapter Chaplain of the Sossaran is a brown-haired and white-whiskered Astartes monk. He has reviewed the mental outlook and battle oaths of each warrior in turn.

When he arrived at Fu Qihai at the end of the team, he saw the bone-white armor, and the chaplain of the war group was slightly taken aback. Then he patted Fu Qihai on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Good luck to you, warriors of the Khan."

"Thank you, sir."

Finally, Vlahos made up his mind, raised his head, and said loudly:

"Follow me according to the latest updated coordinates and carry out an orbital airborne strike!"

The technical priest wearing a dark red hood who was standing by the side immediately took a few servants with him and began busy updating various parameters of the orbital airborne on the operation panel.

After Vlahos put on his helmet, he led each airborne team into the orbital airborne cabin one after another.

The Sosaran, hovering in the orbit of planet No. 7, opened a row of openings in the belly of the battleship, and the sharp heads of the airborne pods slowly protruded out of the hull, and the thrusters were ignited. These long conical airborne pods It turned into slender golden meteors and disappeared into the atmosphere.

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