When the fleet jumped from the subspace into the real universe, on the top tactical command deck of the Red Tears, Angel was half-kneeling on the ground with his arms spread out. Those tall servitors with multiple metal tentacles were surrounding him.

Beside her, pieces of heavy metal beaten into thin sheets were worn on her body.

Through the crimson subspace turbulence, the world of Corcyra has appeared within the visible range.

This forged planet is about the same size as Terra. It is wrapped in a thick layer of orange smoke. Densely dense black dots surround the space orbit on the surface of the planet. Huge whirlpools of blue-purple plasma flicker, disappearing and disappearing.

Now.

Wait for the Red Tears to get closer.

Only then did I realize that those black spots were not the expected star rings, but countless alien battleships.

The structure of those warships is full of imagination, and they are completely made of metal, wood, and stone randomly assembled together. They vibrate and are surrounded by thick smoke formed by burning promethium, but they are actually flying in mid-air, surrounding

Launch an attack against the empire's fleet.

Most Ork warships don't even have weapons systems.

Those crazy orcs directly rammed their warships towards the empire's fleet.

The rays of light from macro cannons, gravity cannons, and heavy laser cannons were densely packed and intertwined into a net, but some fish that slipped through the net still hit the blue-purple void shield of the battleship.

The void shield flashes violently, and the surrounding images become distorted. This is a precursor to imminent overload.

Click!

In the crisp sound of metal buckling.

The last piece of armor is perfectly inlaid on the angel's glorious body.

She spread her wings, spread out and clenched her ten fingers, and slowly stood up from the deck, the light of the stars flowing on her body. Radoron, the two most shining warriors in the Azkelon Legion, is also the most powerful warrior.

The outstanding commander stands beside Sanguinius.

Ladoron has a serious face, gritting his teeth and frowning.

Azkelon stood casually beside the angel, with aggressive majesty and confidence.

"It seems that our brothers are not in very good condition." Azkelon said, "The entire Anteros galaxy has fallen into the hands of aliens."

"The enemy's strength cannot be underestimated."

Radolon said, "I have seen the information on this battle. In the past year, nearly 10,000 Space Marines gave their lives in this war. If this war continues, the first

The Eighteenth Legion may even face a tragic ending of total annihilation."

"They are all heroic warriors, and their sacrifice will not be forgotten."

Sanguinius spoke in a low voice.

Express condolences for the deceased.

"Where is the real master of the 18th Legion? My brother Vulkan." Sanguinius said doubtfully, "I have seen in the Empire's promotional materials that the Fire Dragon Lord returned to the Empire more than ten years ago.

, why he has never been reunited with his legion."

"Imaging simulation system startup"

Radolon gave the order through the gauntlet, and on the ceiling above his head, a brass-wrapped metal pipe slowly extended out.

Its lower end decomposed and split, turning into eight thin legs like a spider web. In the middle was a round metal probe, from which bright light was projected in a cone shape.

A burly phantom appeared in front of Sanguinius.

It's Vulcan.

Although it is just a false phantom, the original body still gives people a dull and oppressive feeling when standing in front of them.

"Is he really as tall as shown in the picture? It's incredible."

Kano's curious head came over, and he blinked, with an intimidating exclamation in his tone.

Vulkan in the picture is not wearing power armor, just the kind of leather jacket that blacksmiths often wear, and holding a huge hammer in his hand.

But even so.

Vulkan's height is also over five meters.

Even the fully-armed angel stood in front of him, looking a little petite.

The gap is as huge as the gap between mortals and Astartes. Vulkan, the undisputed giant among the primarchs.

"When he fights, he will definitely be fierce," Cano said.

Even among the Astartes superhuman warriors, there is a cult of physique.

"We will have the opportunity to fight side by side with this giant, but not yet." Sanguinius glanced at Vulkan, and then turned off the projector, "His heirs are trapped in Coron.

In the world of Silas, we have to find a way to rescue them."

"Vulkan has not appeared in front of the public in the empire many times."

Radolon said, "He is quite mysterious. He has been following the Emperor for many years, learning the skills of war and forging. It is said that although this primarch looks burly and terrifying, he actually has a quite gentle personality."

"I heard my brother Horus say similar words." The angel smiled and said: "We sometimes talk about other primarchs, and he has a very unique evaluation of Vulcan."
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"But now is not the time to talk about this, because the war is about to begin."

The Red Tear hovers in the upper orbit of the world of Corcyra.

The burning star port is already visible to the naked eye. Orange-red atomic flames occasionally spurt out from the low-hanging clouds. A large number of orc warships are spinning around like flies surrounding carrion. Some alien warships have already noticed it.

The huge thing that suddenly appeared above the planet.

They did not feel fear, but became restless with excitement.

Groups of battleships gathered together and flew towards the Red Tears like moths to a flame. Then they were silently annihilated in the flames that tore the sky. The angel frowned slightly and issued the final combat order.

:"Ready to go!"

Buzz!

Driven by a robotic arm.

The top tactical deck began to sink, and rows of thick steel structures quickly passed by.

Click!

Accompanied by a metallic crunching sound.

The feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and the soldiers who were ready to go had appeared on the lower apron.

Neatly arranged Stormbirds have already been waiting here, with the hatches open, engines humming, and the temperature of the surrounding air rising due to the blue fusion flames emitted from the pipes.

The fleet was ready to go, and the angels were the first to enter the storm bird in front of them, followed by Radolon, Azkelon and other warriors.

Tsk!

The crimson storm bird slowly sailed out of the dock.

Under the pull of gravity and the strong power of the engine, the speed is getting faster and faster.

Through the windows on both sides, you can see that the billowing orange flame cloud is growing rapidly, filling the entire field of view. The silent oppression makes people breathless. The Storm Bird's body is slightly weakened due to the high temperature and unstable air pressure.

jitter.

Whoa!

After a while.

The flame cloud suddenly disappeared, and a burning world appeared in front of everyone.

The hatch slowly opened, and strong winds smelling of gunpowder and sulfur poured in. Even the Astartes had to reach out and grab the gravity net above their heads to maintain their balance and not be swept away by the rushing wind.<

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But the angel stood up from the cabin.

One step, two steps, three steps——

She ran and accelerated.
Chapter completed!