Chapter 353 Rogdorn Is on the Way

Chapter 353 Rogal Dorn is on the way

When the Templar Sigismund walked into the command room of the Phalanx, Rogal Dorn was reading the latest battle report from the Satrada Abyss. The leader of the Haskar Guard, Akamus, was standing quietly behind the Primarch.

Seeing Sigismund, Akamus nodded slightly to him, and the Primarch turned the image in the projection slightly to a certain angle so that his warriors could also see the battle progress of the four troops in front.

"They are very fast." Sigismund commented objectively and honestly.

"Of course." Rogal Dorn stared at the image in the projection, letting the cold data reflect in his eyes, constructing a vivid and raging war zone scene in the Primarch's brain.

About 150 hours have passed since the four Primarchs of the Fourth, Eighth, Ninth and Fourteenth Legions held their first joint combat meeting.

The first batch of scheduled locations decided by negotiation have all fallen into the hands of various legions. The previous stalemate was obviously easily opened by various legions after enough, even too many, imperial support forces entered the field.

The heavy infantry and Iron Warriors of the Death Guard are the main force for advancement and coordination. Without using time weapons, the entropy field will naturally dissipate after the death of the aliens. Therefore, the Death Guard chooses to withstand the defense line of the Hruds, cooperate with poison gas, heavy armor, and the fire support of the Iron Warriors in the rear, as well as the deployment of static stasis fields, and directly advance forward to kill the enemy before the entropy field causes too much impact.

Sanguinius personally led the assault in the army formation. The Blood Angels, in a violent posture inconsistent with their appearance, quickly tore open the front line of defense as the vanguard of the fierce battle. The Primarch dodges and moves, holding a spear and shuttles through the battle formation. No one can stop his momentum. If it were not for the fact that the Hruds often quickly disappear after death, Sanguinius's spear tip would surely shed a string of bright red blood.

The biggest damage that the Archangels suffered in the battle was probably the loss of some feathers and the burning of long hair.

As for the Night Demon King's Court, which was the first to arrive at the support area, their unique lurking and fighting methods made them a terrifying outpost before the large army officially entered the battlefield. Before the real battle came, the Hruds in many areas fell into panic.

From this star map, a large number of planets marked as red have turned dark yellow or light green, with different legion emblems attached, indicating the garrison teams and specific armed tendencies. Dozens of planets belong to the Empire, and only a few battle lines with complex cosmic environments and relatively strong Hrud ship power and ground forces reflect an unstable and fierce battle situation.

Obviously, the Hruds are unable to resist the Empire's overwhelming advance-it is hard to imagine how many pocket empires in the galaxy are capable of resisting the cooperation of the Iron Warriors and three distinctive legions.

In other words, regardless of whether these legions can make up for each other's shortcomings, as long as they do not hinder each other, this huge military force is enough to destroy most obstacles in the universe.

And Rogal Dorn knew very well that under the overall command of the Iron Lord Perturabo, there would be no situation of mutual drag on the battlefield.

"What is that, father?" Sigismund asked, noticing a weapon design mixed in hundreds of military reports.

"Modified venom rifle." Dorn moved the packaged design to Sigismund.

"Thank you, father."

Due to the urgency of the combat transformation needs, the only difference between this gun and the ordinary bolt gun is that a small mechanical device that automatically releases mist-like poison gas is installed at the front.

The pharmacists under Conrad Curz picked out a more suitable type from the old toxins in the most brutal way, and then after some directional cultivation, they created a dissolving virus specialized for the Hrud people, greatly improving the killing efficiency of the legion.

The side effect is that it also causes some degree of damage to ordinary Space Marines. In the words of the Blood Lord himself, "Just trust the genetic stability given to you by the Emperor."

"Maybe the war is over when we arrive." Sigismund said.

"Or there are still some key areas left." Akamus replied, "In any case, they act very quickly."

Rogal Dorn's face remained unchanged, as if nothing could interfere with his decision.

Even if he came in response to Perturabo's request for help and ended up running in vain, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists would not be dissatisfied with it.

More likely, he would directly select a new target after inspecting the surrounding star regions and put it under the rolling wheels of the Great Crusade.

"The speed of the battle line has slowed down," the Primarch said. "The Hruds are not united, and the losses in different areas are not easy to affect each other. The preliminary data collection of the Fourth Legion and the reconnaissance sent back by the Eighth Legion have shown that although the enemy's fortresses in the outer areas no longer pose a real threat, a large number of Hrud clans are gathering in these core areas."

"Indeed, my lord." Akamus said in a deep voice.

Rogal Dorn thought quietly. He was now entering the Satrada battlefield in the same direction as Perturabo, but he could also choose to enter the battle from other angles. If the Imperial Fists needed to make a decision, it was now time to order a turn.

In just a few minutes of thinking, the Imperial Navy fleet deployed around a planet suddenly began to retreat ahead of schedule. After flashing several times, the image of the planet suddenly disappeared from the star map, and the corresponding icon showed a dynamic iron-colored skull biting it.

"Whirlwind torpedo?" Akamus was a little confused.

Rog Dorn shook his head slightly. A few minutes later, the latest text message came.

"Rog Dorn, this is Perturabo. Testing communication."

Dorn connected the contact.

"The voice is clear." Dorn replied. "This is Rog Dorn."

He paused: "What is that?"

"The stasis field is disturbed by the entropy field and magnetic field disorder, and the large explosion that eventually caused the space-time to tear the planet apart. It has nothing to do with whether the calculation is wrong. Under the existing theoretical framework, that set of problems cannot be solved." Perturabo said, his voice tired.

After the arrival of the reinforcements, the battle was accelerated. For the Iron Lord, who was determined to control the overall situation of the battlefield and was indeed the commander-in-chief of the Satrada Abyss War Zone, the new information he needed to receive every moment increased exponentially.

The consequences were obvious, and Perturabo completely gave up all his rest time.

The star map rotated quietly, further enlarging the corresponding area, showing the strange situation of the planet now.

The current situation should be a solid planet with dark gray and green light. Sometimes, when it is deduced backwards, under the premise of the normal burning of the galaxy star, the atmosphere and surface conditions show the phenomenon of being swallowed by the expansion of the red giant. The broken green debris disappeared, and then returned, returning to a more unstable state, turning into a mass that constantly collided and aggregated, and then tracing back to the fine clouds composed of gas and dust when the star was formed. All these things, in a time span that is sometimes huge and sometimes small, are repeated in a disordered cycle.

"There is a mistake in time." Rogal Dorn said. "What's the internal situation?"

"It's impossible to guess, and the Mechanicus's time sage can't explain it either," Perturabo sighed, "Although we don't know why it is like this, the parameters when it happened are clear. The data has been sent to you. If you want to use the stasis field, be careful of this phenomenon. In addition, avoid that area when moving, Rogge."

"Understood. Should I cut into the battlefield from the side where you are, or the other side of the Satrada Abyss?" Dorn asked.

"West side. Curze left some planets for you, if you are interested."

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