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"Well, that's fine."

Labande felt that his words had some effect, at least those young fighters no longer had all kinds of small movements that wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak... A few minutes later, Labande felt that Thunderhawk was slowing down, so, He strode forward and said as he walked:

"Technical sergeant, find a suitable position and open the hatch... what suitable position?"

The servo motor of the Dreadnought Mech is rotating, making a loud buzzing sound. The power sword over there is already held in the hand of the mecha, and the melta weapon on the left hand is self-inspecting in order to reach the most perfect state. After preparing, Raband responded thus:

"Just find a place where the enemies gather and throw me down."

At the same time that the Thunderhawk fighter plane turned a big turn in the air, the rear cabin door also opened——

"Torch Candle Emperor Zhizhi, destroy the sprites in the hole!"

The Dreadnought Mecha fell from the sky, and its heavy feet crushed the body of a tall orc below. The steel armor on the body was also crushed. The orc's stinky body fluids and bones collapsed in all directions, muddying the surrounding area. The orc boys looked at each other.

"Hmm, the impact is still a bit big... Next time I need to find a bigger pad," Raband raised his foot, and with his left hand, he knocked away a rushing orc kid who was caught by the mighty force. After hitting it, it disappeared into the distance almost instantly, scattering some dirty green body fluids along the way.

"Orcs...enemies of mankind..."

The dreadnought mech wields a big sword, and each swing of the sword will take away the lives of several orcs. Just as Raband caused a whirlwind of death among the orc crowd, one of them was wearing black and red steel armor, and the power part on the back was on the ground. There was also an iron pillar, and the orc boss with the orc tribe's battle flag hanging on it knocked away the other boys, and roared angrily at the fearless elder:

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

"So, it's you?"

Raband exerted a little force with his left hand, and the orc's head held by the mecha exploded like a rotten pumpkin, and the orc's brains and blood splashed away, staining the dreadnought's body with dirty stains. Liquid, but the ancient warrior focused his attention on the boss of the orc in front of him, he did not continue to speak, but collided with the orc head-on!

The big sword touched the power claw and shot out brilliant sparks, but the sparks that briefly illuminated the surrounding dim environment were quickly extinguished by the air waves generated by the blade cutting through the air, leaving only the flashing thunder and lightning on the big sword. The killing intent is still here!

"Aliens die! For the Dark Angel and the Lion!"

Raband shouted loudly, as if this would allow him to return to the Legion, back to the era when beauty and pain coexisted, but what surprised him was——

"For the Dark Angel and the Lion!"

More majestic battle cries emerged from the surroundings. Ezekiel, the think tank master of the Dark Angels Chapter, led the soldiers into the battlefield in a way that Raband was very familiar with. They continued to fight with long swords and bolt guns, In just a dozen seconds or so, the surrounding orcs were wiped out, leaving only the orc boss baring his teeth... Obviously, this is the prey left by the warriors for the elders.

"..."

Laban was a little dazed looking at the sharp sword logo wrapped in wings, but his right hand used the big sword to block the orc boss's slash casually, as if it was just a child's play. After regaining consciousness, Laban The corners of De Na's mouth, which was hidden under the armor and shield, turned up slightly, and there was a little warmth in his heart.

The Dreadnought turned around and stepped forward. Thunder leaped from the sword in its hand again, illuminating the ugly face of the orc boss who finally showed fear...

After 1 minutes, the battle ended.

"The orcs in this area have retreated. It looks like this is their leader," Ezekiel watched as Raband pulled out the long sword from the corpse of the orc boss. to the steel boots of a young Dark Angels warrior, causing the muscles in his face under the helmet to twitch a few times.

"They will come back again when they choose a new leader," Laband said, but at this moment a warrior shouted:

"My lord! There are survivors here!"

"This is indeed good news... Supreme Unity!"

Raband turned his body and followed the sound. He saw dozens of ragged and injured refugees staggering out of the wreckage of the building, but what was even more surprising was that there was a A pregnant woman is being supported by someone who looks like her husband.

"Sir Raband, that woman is about to give birth," said Ezekiel, his eyes sparkling with psychic light, "but her life is dying, and even the apothecary will be of no avail .”

Ezekiel's words cast a shadow on the face of the man wearing the armor of the Star Militia Army. The latter forced a smile, saluted the Astartes, and said:

"Thank you adults for your rescue, otherwise we will definitely be torn to pieces by those damn beasts..."

"Ezekiel," Raband said suddenly, the dreadnought turned around and looked at the think tank, "if we can't keep this mother alive, then at least let the child see this world, even though this galaxy is very important to human beings. Cruel to the children of my children...but better than dying."

"...Elder, we don't have a pharmacist here."

"I'll tell you how to do it," said Raband, his voice steady and composed, as if he could actually deliver babies... For the Emperor's sake, Raband is only a When I was in Astarte, I gave birth to the family's livestock!

Ezekiel looked at his elders dubiously, but like Raband said, they couldn't sit idly by.

"Get some water and a clean cloth!"

"Gun oil if there's nothing lubricated... oh, for the Emperor's sake, this lady is going to pass out!"

"Ezekiel! Use your invincible spiritual power to find a way!"

Ezekiel: "..."

The Great Instructor of the Dark Angel's think tank did not speak, but stretched out his hand to touch the forehead of this strong mother, Agensha. Spirit energy injected her with a bit of strength, while her husband, Major Terry, held her tightly. hand, feeling his wife's body temperature is gradually disappearing.

"hold onto!"

When the cry of the baby resounded under the sky filled with ashes and gunpowder smoke, Agatha finally swallowed her last breath and died in Major Terry's arms.

Ezekiel wiped his hands on the slightly dirty cloth, wrapped the baby in the corner of his burqa, and held it in his arms.

"What is it?"

asked Major Terry.

"I think it's obvious," Ezekiel said, "it's a kid, fragile kid... well, don't look at me like that, I see what the major is saying, I mean... it's a girl .”

A girl who entered the Faithful Academy, became a Battle Sister, and searched for her way home among the stars... She met the Black Templar, met the Necrons, and even met the Lost Warband... Huh?she saw...

Thousands of pure white flashes?

After that it was dark.

Ezekiel could no longer see the girl's end and death, because after that, the sea of ​​fate would no longer flow in a regular manner.

"What's her name?" Raband asked Major Terry, who was looking at the daughter in Ezekiel's arms in a daze. After hearing Raband's question, he wiped the corners of his eyes tears, said:

"Agentha, that's her mother's name...but I want her to inherit it."

Chapter 714 Chapter 520 Chapter [-] Forever Loyal (End)

The involvement of two companies of the Dark Angels Chapter and their supporting Imperial Navy into the war in this system has brought the battle to an end very quickly, especially after the loss of the Ork warlord who started this Waaaaaaaagh, the remaining Ork forces Was divided and wiped out, or fled this star area immediately.

After the Astartes killed the orc leaders at each node, they left quickly, like a hurricane blowing by, leaving only corpses everywhere... The entire empire needs their strength, and the current Astartes battle group can no longer Completely destroy and annihilate the enemies of the Empire as they did during the Legion era, but instead must use this superhuman power carefully and fight on the battlefields where they are most needed.

After pacifying several battles in succession, Raband finally felt a little tired. Although the lord-type contempt dreadnought mecha reduced the discomfort of Astartes inside to the greatest extent, the dreadnought mecha still couldn't comfortably Compared with ordinary power armor to a certain extent.

After returning to the boulder, Raband was immediately taken away by the foundry master and several technical sergeants. They wanted to conduct a large-scale overhaul on the elders of the Legion period to prevent possible technical problems. fail.

Of course, this is also an excuse, because the inner circle of the Dark Angels need a little time to discuss this elder.

"Tell me, Ezekiel, how do you feel?"

Azrael did not convene a special inner ring meeting, but chose to summon the high-level members of the battle group to the private study of the Supreme Master, when several huge Astartes warriors came here After that, the study room, which was originally considered spacious, also seemed a little narrow at this time.

After hearing Azrael's voice, Ezekiel, who hid his face under the spiritual hood, pondered for a while, and responded:

"The elder's mood has stabilized a lot, and he has no secrets from the warriors... and he is very willing to accept new skills and knowledge, except that he is not very good at telling jokes, and his acting style may be stained by staying in the Glory Knight for a long time. There's nothing wrong with it, other than being a bit Ruth's brat."

"I see." Azrael nodded solemnly, "Looks like the last problem is really serious."

Everyone in the inner circle: "...Brother, no one told you that your level of telling jokes is also very bad."

"No, because I never tell jokes."

After shrugging, Azrael took out a copy of the document and distributed it to others, and continued:

"This is the news sent from Terra through the giant star gate. The representative of the Legion Council, Captain Senior from the Salamander Squad sent us a letter asking if the Dark Angels Squad could send a highly respected person, To mediate between several Astartes Chapters."

"So you thought of Elder Laband?" Beria said thoughtfully, "An elder from the legion period is indeed qualified to teach these fighting groups, but...does the elder have The risk of revealing the Chapter's secrets?"

"The Great Master Sappho will accompany you," Azrael nodded to a dark angel dressed as an interrogating priest in the corner of the room, who smiled back.

This Great Mentor Sappho is the leader of the interrogation priests in the Dark Angels, that is, Asmodai's superior. Although the latter's qualifications are older than Sappho, but if Asmodai is a radical, Sappho Fu is a moderate.

Sappho's interrogation skills are also unique. He likes to use interrogation methods, and rarely uses extreme violence. Of course, violence is also essential.This pastor master teacher is very interested in the secrets of fallen angels. He will use all kinds of techniques to dig out the hidden secrets of fallen angels, but when he hollows out the other party, he loses interest and then gives it to other Interrogation of the priest's confession... the "other" would usually refer to the Asmodeus.

"I will assist Elder Laband in his work and prevent his unintentional actions from causing unnecessary trouble to the wargroup," said the Grand Master Sappho, but then he asked:

"So now there's a new problem... who should notify the elders?"

The top brass of the Dark Angels Chapter looked at each other in blank dismay.

Hours later, the boulder, the equipment room.

"Elder, how do you feel?" The casting master of the Dark Angels Chapter watched Raband turn his body, and made a few gestures that ordinary models of Contempt Dreadnought could not do at all, "We have rearranged the wiring and the direction of energy output , although those mechanical priests are good at manufacturing and maintaining machinery, they are not good at using long swords to fight."

"It's really good, the movement is much smoother."

Laband controlled the mecha to pick up the big sword. With the powerful control ability of the machine, he could even hold the sword against the hilt, so that Zheng Zheng put the big sword on the finger of the fearless mecha, even though he only kept the balance for about ten minutes. Time, but this has surpassed almost all types of dreadnoughts, perhaps only the Custodian's Achilles-type Contempt dreadnought can compare with it.

"Thank you for your help, brother," Raband beat his chest to salute the casting master. The latter wore a helmet and did not show any expression, but the mechanical arm behind him had begun to rotate rapidly. The casting master nodded and responded:

"It doesn't have to be like this, Elder Laband, as long as you can let me stay by your side for a while, study your model well—"

"Elder Raband."

Azrael's voice came from afar, he turned his head slightly, and the foundry master shrugged and turned around to leave... He is also very busy, and there are quite a lot of equipment that needs a skilled enough foundry master to repair and maintain.

"Hmm, it looks like you've ended the discussion."

Raband's flat voice came from the dreadnought, making it impossible for Azrael to judge the elder's current mood, but it was obvious that the latter had already guessed something.Therefore, Azrael no longer hesitated, but directly said:

"There came a request from Terra, which was sent by a representative of the Legion Council. We didn't refuse it, and it's best not to refuse it."

"Oh? I heard from the priests of the Order of the Circle that the current legion council representative is acting as the supreme lord of Rorschach, right?" Raband asked, and after getting Azrael's affirmation, The ancient warriors were not easy to refuse:

"I understand what you mean, Master Azrael, since this is the case, I have no reason to refuse... Then what would need an antique?"

"Mediate the disputes between several Astartes battle groups, but it is foreseeable that the situation will be extremely complicated," Azrael stared at the dreadnought mech, his eyes swept over the reliefs and words depicted on the mech However, "So, we need an elder with sufficient prestige. Of course, the great teacher, Pastor Sappho, will assist you. He is different from Asmodai."

"That's good news...but where is it?"

"The ultimate star field, the maelstrom star field."

Chapter 715 Chapter 520 Chapter [-] Wonderful Night at the Museum

"Hmm... Trouble, trouble..."

Traasin, Curator of Solemnas Art Gallery, Keeper of History, Infinity... He nodded and gestured with his metal fingers.Afterwards, the shining text unfolded like a scroll in front of the Endless One, recording various information about the collection in front of it:

Hive Tyrant, an extension of the will of the swarm, an extremely terrifying killing weapon.

However, here, it is only one of the thousands of collections of the Endless One, and it is even facing the risk of being damaged.

"Where should I put it? As a supporting role in "Death of Astartes", or as the protagonist in "Descent of the Swarm"? Or... just discard it?"

Traasin was thinking a bit gloomily, after all... It is not easy to get the tendrils of an entire Tyrannian fleet.

Luring these bugs to the tundra of some icy world is easy, but identifying and intercepting a biopod trying to burst into the atmosphere is the real problem.After thinking for a moment, Traasin wanted the Hive Tyrant to be the centerpiece of the Tyranid Wars exhibit.

The tendrils of an entire Hive Fleet of Kronos are housed in the main hall, still at the moment of landing, a carnage of blue claws and crimson chitinous carapaces about to smash into the imperial outpost , those waves of knife worms and swarms of gun worms came and went one after another, more gene stealers sprang up from the underground tunnels, and hideous gargoyles hovered in the sky, tearing up those fragile human bodies——

Everything is still at the moment that is about to happen, like an oil painting drawn by a certain painter.

"It's better to fix it, but we still need to pay attention to security issues," Traasin made up his mind, and planned to keep the entire army here and in the main exhibition hall outside.

You must know that if the body of this hive tyrant has any signs of awakening, it will immediately join the ranks of other Tyranid creatures, and what may happen after that is beyond the imagination of the endless ones.

But Tralassin didn't care. For an overlord of the Necromancer Dynasty, an immortal, being bored was more terrifying than losing his life.

Just when Traasin was about to continue his work, a certain inconspicuous warning flashed in front of him. It was a small exhibition hall out of control, and no internal signal was sent. This warning was discovered during the system self-check .

"Hmm...strange, didn't that area be checked some time ago..."

"Yes, my lord," said the Lich Guard standing behind Tralasin, "Please let us guards and technicians go and check, you—"

"It's not necessary." Traasin waved his hand, he turned to leave the place with the scepter in his hand, "Don't make a fuss, in my own pavilion, what can hurt me?"

"...Yes, my lord."

Ten minutes later, Traasin came to the pavilion that lost contact, but what made him feel a little wrong was that, starting from that small pavilion, many areas fell into chaos, and those time-stopping devices were intermittently active. Holy shit, the collection inside has become a mess, and many necromancers are busy... This should not be a small warning.

An invisible darkness is spreading out from that small pavilion.

"Tsk..."

Traasin activated a body buried deep inside the planet, ready to transfer his consciousness immediately, and then he stepped into the darkness.

"..."

With the help of his body's own night vision ability, Traasin was able to walk freely in the darkness. He first checked the exhibits——

Several Orc bosses, an Eldar warrior, and a Dark Eldar opposite him.This is a small exhibition hall, which can be regarded as a unified storage area for those scattered collections.But what surprised Traasin was that these collections did not break free from the prison of time, but were doing their own movements like static sculptures...

Traasin walked among the complicated exhibits until he came to a tall sculpture. He raised his head and looked at the sculpture carefully, feeling a little doubtful in his heart:

"Strange, is there a pair of arms in my collection that are silver sculptures?"

After looking suspiciously for a few times, Traasin was about to turn around and continue to check other containment devices. After all, he had collected countless collections over the years, and it was quite normal to forget something, but when he turned around, But I saw an equally tall sculpture: