Such sacrifice made Soshyan respect him, so he made a decision.
"Are you serious, Chapter Master Soshyan?"
He could hear Lieutenant General Yarrow's shock in the vague white noise.
Soshyan focused part of his attention on the nearby tactical panel and found that two more runes marking the transport ship disappeared from his eyes.
Strictly speaking, Lieutenant General Yarrow's strategy was actually very effective, and the greenskin fleet was bleeding every turn.
But this is not enough.
For Soshyan, for those who sacrificed, for those who are sacrificing, it is not enough.
"My message is accurate."
His voice cut through the void amid broken signals.
"You have to open a fire channel for us."
Soshyan paused for a moment, and then a wave of white noise filled the gap.
He nodded, as if the other party could see him.
"We will land on the enemy's flagship after we get close."
For a moment, an uncomfortable gloomy silence filled the command throne, and a dazzling electric light flashed across Soshyan's face - numbers and tactical codes demonstrated the battle situation on a charcoal-black screen.
His face was cold and expressionless, but the sparkle in his eyes could be felt by the servants even from a very long distance away.
After a brief silence, a voice filled the noise.
"Received, everything is as the Emperor wishes, Chapter Master Soshyan."
Soon, the battle brothers who had just experienced the battle gathered again under the order of the Chapter Commander. However, this time they gathered at the torpedo room instead of the flight deck.
Groups of servants surrounded them, making final preparations for the battle.
Tech-priest Loken shuttled among the crowd, chanting binary language in a low voice and making adjustments.
Next to Soshyan, the priest Yazdan's helmet was forward, leaning against his scepter. The parchment filled with oaths was attached to the handle of the scepter. He knew that the priest was reciting his oath silently in the helmet at this time.
He suddenly felt a sense of pride. They had just passed death, and they were about to rush towards death again, but no one flinched, was afraid or hesitated.
Soshyan ordered an assault on the green-skin flagship, which surprised Thor - he had thought that Soshyan would lack the courage to move forward because of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
This mission may be the Astral Knight's last mission, but that doesn't matter, that's the nature of war.
All Astral Knights know that the price of victory is often death.
The Emperor created them, and they embraced death.
"Countdown to 60 seconds, Chapter Leader."
A voice reached Soshyan's ears, and Soshyan realized that it was the voice of Lothar, who was commanding the battleship instead of him. The man's voice was a little lost.
This is expected.
But someone must control the Starfire, and no one is better at controlling the battleship than Lothar.
In the void, the Spark's slender hull swept across the hellish void battlefield, with 24 cruisers covering its wings as it penetrated into the heart of the battlefield.
The target is ahead, at the center of the greenskin fleet.
Ahead, the accompanying warships were also approaching their flagship.
The Nova Cannon roared, the light spear flashed, and the torpedoes shuttled, each looking for their target.
This time Lieutenant General Yaro no longer begrudges the power in his hands.
They all know the value of fighting and sacrifice, and if they can cause enough damage to throw the Greenskin fleet into chaos, then the Starfire and the Jump Force can take advantage of it - and that's the real killer move.
The destructive force waiting in the landing torpedoes and teleportation chambers will tear apart the steel behemoth composed of the remains of Imperial warships from the inside.
It is cruel to throw away one's life so lightly, but there is a chance of success.
Because it can be seen from the tactics and coordination of this greenskin fleet that they are completely different from the previous greenskins - they are all obviously good at naval combat.
If we continue to fight, even if the transport fleet is destroyed, it will be difficult to severely damage the enemy.
At this point, the arrow is ready.
"30 seconds countdown!"
The sound sounded again, Soshyan blinked his eyes to confirm, and opened the dedicated channel shared with other warriors.
"Bros."
The soldiers in the cabin stopped moving, and the launch bay and the compartments of each department also became quiet.
He had not thought about what to say before. His whole life experience was war. After he left his mother's arms, he spent all his time in training and war, maintaining the existence of the empire with his bloody hands.
Soshyan is not an eloquent person, but his subordinates will follow him into a life-or-death battle, which makes Soshyan excited.
"We are engaged in a war, not a war of conquest, nor a war we want to start, but a war that must shed blood for the oath and for the empire. We may never see the end of the war, but if we
If our sacrifice can make the enemy pay a hundred times the price, then future history will always remember us!"
He paused, feeling the charge on his skin begin to increase, the machine roared, and the arc of light on the platform began to shine. Thiel buckled on his brass helmet, closed his eyes,
"Astral Knights, as Astartes, we have embarked on a path of hardship and dedication. As your Chapter Master, I ask a lot from you, and I often make these requests...
But it has never been more true than now!"
When he said these words, Soshyan seemed to be back there again, the place where he was supposed to die.
"These filthy aliens are slaughtering our brave warriors. We can reap the fruits of victory after leaving corpses everywhere, but I believe that the fruits will be extremely bitter! We are the sword of the Emperor. We are sworn to behead the enemy. Our duty
It is to protect mankind. If victory must be purchased with blood, then let’s use ours!”
Amidst the roar of the machine, the entire cabin shook.
"For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
The soldiers roared in unison.
"attack!!"
The mechanical soul that jumped to the torpedo confirmed the command and responded, sliding out of the torpedo tube at an extremely fast speed.
When it detached from the hull, it quickly left the Starfire behind.
While gliding quietly, the roar of the ancient rocket engine penetrated the torpedo's reinforced substructure, passed through the hatch, passed through the personnel compartment, and reached Soshyan's heart.
He could imagine how fierce the battlefield was around him. As long as any lucky bullet hit the torpedo, the Astral Knights would become history.
But they were lucky. After gliding for a few minutes, the signal lights approaching the target flashed.
“Prepare for high-speed access and impact.”
Soshyan calmly informed the surrounding soldiers of the situation. He could hear the fixed frame and safety belts creaking as they were tightened, and he also felt the vibration and shaking of the torpedo head when it came into contact with the armored shell of the enemy warship.
The jumping torpedo tore a path through the belly of the enemy warship, just like a bullet piercing flesh and bone and breaking bones.
The strong torpedo flying at high speed knocked open the bracket and overturned all the equipment it encountered.
They chose the flight deck, which had a relatively fragile structure, as a breakthrough point. As the torpedo penetrated deeply, many structural supports were torn off and hit the rail car below that was filled with equipment, weapons and ammunition.
The grunts were running around holding their heads, while the mechanics were at a loss as they stared at the sudden torpedoes.
Soshyan felt a powerful force tearing apart his genetically modified body. This feeling was very uncomfortable.
While the torpedoes roared like thunder across the flight deck, leaving behind a mess, the hydraulic system of the Space Marine's power armor was also put to the greatest test.
Each warrior has a superhuman physique, strong and thick muscles, and a highly adaptable black carapace. It is these that absorb the huge power that is enough to tear an ordinary person into pieces.