Chapter 146 Dorn's Chainsword

At first, Rogal Dorn thought that the number of ships he led against a scattered Ork fleet was too large, which might cause a waste of the Empire's resources.

However, when he found that a layer of green protective film gradually emerged on the Ork ship flying the giant big chin skull flag on the opposite side, although it looked tattered and collapsed at a single blow, it was able to block the volley of long-range weapons just like his own void shield. He began to feel that the firepower of the ships he carried might still be conservative.

In any case, Rogal Dorn had already issued an order, and assembled the fleet and arranged the offensive line without panic. The Primarch of the Imperial Fists seemed to be born with an insulated from despair and anxiety. This calm and resolute power ran through the legion, and at the level of belief and spirit, it matched the adjective of fanaticism.

Twenty warships surrounded the Primarch, assisting Rogal Dorn in attacking the wandering Ork fleet in the neighboring star system of Inwit, completing the boarding battle when necessary, and tearing the alien body with his own chainsaw sword.

The other ten warships dispersed their forces and crossed the warp to carry out strike missions on three planets that had been occupied by the Orks. After confirming that there was no way to rescue them, the commander had the right to take extreme measures directly.

"It's like a destined fate," Sigismund said, holding his helmet in his hands before entering the drop pod. "The end of an interstellar naval battle measured in light years is always to stick a chainsaw sword to the enemy's throat."

"Or stick a flamethrower to the enemy's ashes." Dantioch checked the barrel of the heavy flamethrower. "Or a power axe, a power hammer."

Since the entire army had been informed of the terrible threat of the Ork spores, the flamethrower became the standard configuration for this operation. In addition to the Space Marines holding incinerators, the artillery on vehicles such as the Land Raider has also been replaced from mixed weapons such as chaotic twin assault guns and Iron Curtain heavy machine guns to flame weapons that release the wrath of promethium.

Sigismund rested his gauntlet on the hilt, recalling the sound of the wind when the orc's machete cut through his throat an inch in front of him. It was so fast that he seemed to have left a part of himself behind when he killed the enemy.

"Chainswords represent close combat, Dantioch." Sigismund said.

"Put on your helmets, fighting brothers." The voice of Sergeant Iskus came from the grid of the helmet. "Put on your helmets and keep them sealed."

After the characteristics of the orc spores were announced, the officer seemed to suddenly understand something. His body supported by the machine fell into a long silence, making his subordinates hesitate whether they should ask the superior whether his voice replacement machine could still operate. Of course, Iskus soon devoted himself to the battle again, and the rhythm of his steel bones drew a gesture of atonement in Sigismund's eyes.

"I hope you all know your mission," Iskus said. "Salvage any data beacons that can still be recovered in the city, and kill every alien you see."

"I will not repeat it again. Complete your mission, warriors." Dantioch said to his Iron Warriors squad after Iskus. The harmony between him and his squad members sometimes makes people forget that he is also a leader.

They bumped in the airborne pod until they landed, and Dantioch found himself landing on a world that seemed like a half-shadow of Olympia. The fields like oil paintings, the good water conservancy hubs and the familiar mountains on the horizon formed a glittering natural scenery. The city was wrapped in the depths of the farmland. The towers and buildings leaned against each other and were surrounded by high walls made of gray and white stone and heavy metal doors, allowing the sound of the wind to pass through the gaps day and night.

He saw a vision-like proof that humans once worked here. Dantioch held the joystick of the Land Raider's cockpit, and the Empire's killing machine rumbled. The flamethrower waited for the opportunity beside him, and he felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

"Do you have an oath, Imperial Fists?" Dantioch asked, hearing his voice become hoarse and fierce, like a beast lurking in the forest of Olympia.

"We will fight..." The oath echoed from the tank, coming from everyone's chest, reverberating in the breastplate and helmet, and filling the small cabin of the tank, shaking the soldiers' hearts and souls.

Scattered greenskins appeared in Dantioch's vision. There were no data beacons deployed outside the city, and he knew he could fire as much as he wanted. First came the destructive Frag Storm grenade launcher and Ikarus rocket nest, followed by the cleaning of the flamethrower.

Amid the roar of engines and artillery, the oath of the Imperial Fists gradually became an overwhelming voice.

"We will try our best..." Dantioch heard Sigismund's calm voice from behind. He always felt that Sigismund and his Primarch had something in common. Of course, Iscus's iconic metallic voice also came from behind.

The magnetic locks that secured the Astartes opened, and the armor inside the cabin began to clash in preparation for battle. They were approaching the city. The gunfire of several tanks intertwined into a firepower network that was enough to cover the field, turning the already bright sky into a colder golden white, and the grass-covered ground was burning with ochre-like promethium flames.

Outside the city, Dantioch would give the order to attack, and he was ready.

"We will stand up..." Dantioch swore along with the warriors of the Imperial Fists, and a dry bitterness welled up in his mouth.

The tracks pressed on the broken road outside the city, and he briefly wanted to know the name of this city occupied by orcs, because it was about to disappear from the universe forever. Orcs were emerging from the city gates in an endless stream, and the ugly and modified alien weapons were mounted on the city walls, leaving disgusting blocks of color in the sky.

Dantioch connected the communication and reported to the fleet in orbit that the city was indeed no longer worth saving.

"We will defeat the enemy."

The assault door slammed open, and a mixed team of Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors rushed to the city. Some orcs' lasers and lightning-like arcs attacked them, and the Imperial Fists warriors rushed to the front first.

Colorful balls of light exploded everywhere, polluting the clouds and the sky into a mass of extremely filthy creations in Dantioch's eyes. The stench was accompanied by screams and roars. Some of them were the smell of orcs themselves, and some were the smell of burnt human bodies. Proteins and blood deteriorated in the soil, and were burned into the turbid air by promethium and the orcs' kinetic weapons.

Unknown storms rose from the orc camp, gathering into trembling and mixed arcs of light. Some warriors were knocked down briefly, and electromagnetic waves interfered with their weapons and armor. However, this was not an obstacle for most warriors, except for Iskus, who was half mechanical, who was knocked down and unable to stand up. The out-of-control machine could not continue his battle. This was his misfortune.

The slogan of attack came from every Astartes, hundreds of war cries merged into a common soul roar of an army, against the cheers and wails coming from the world that was doomed to destruction.

In order to complete the search mission, the formation quickly untied and formed a group mode of two or three people, their shoulder armor almost colliding with each other. Dantioch pointed the barrel of the gun at the shooting gap reserved for him by the group. The unknown body structure of the orc turned into a sticky paste and stuck to the muzzle of Dantioch's gun. The next flame would remove this dirt.

In a quick glance, Dantioch confirmed that the one who wielded the chainsaw sword the fastest on the battlefield was Sigismund. The bright yellow warrior passed by a huge shell made of bone fragments and scrap iron. While swinging his sword, he raised his gun and smashed the next shell in the air, causing the rotten bones to break and scatter in the air.

Some orc skulls flew past him, and the blood of an Astartes warrior gushed out from the gaps in the armor, indicating that the locking device was damaged or automatically released, and his body was twisted and rolled down.

Dantioch focused his attention on the chainsword in his hand. The armor wrapped him, and the iron mask was his second face and second skin. He heard his breathing inside the helmet, and his three lungs supplied the oxygen needed for killing. While fighting, the analysis of the city itself entered his mind. He quickly deduced the distribution location of data beacons and the weak points of orc settlements. This information became clearer and clearer in his mind.

"This way." Dantioch said. His team followed closely.

Sigismund cut off another deformed heretic skull. He gained his part of tranquility in the battle. The turbid blood rolled down the chainsword. The noisy sounds contracted and expanded, were decomposed and gathered, and hit his eardrums, which were overcome by his well-trained sensory system. This was one of the battles he had fought countless times, and he cut off the opponent's knife just before another orc weapon hit him.

Amid the roar of gunfire, Sigismund saw a white light rising from a corner of the city. The first beacon has been recovered.

They will not stay on this land for long.