Thinking back to the strange memory, he saw himself standing on an arid plain under a dark cloudy sky.
In the distance he could see a jagged and barren mountain, its summit hollowed out to form a vast basin.
The sun penetrated the clouds overhead, illuminating the rain of iron and blood.
Countless corpses fell from the sky into the mountains.
People kept falling from the sky like raindrops, hitting the top of the mountain and filling the valley with flesh and blood.
They have only one thing in common, they are both Astartes.
Black, purple, gray, white——
And, somehow, he knew he was among them.
Soon, the air of the planet named Istavan San turned into flames. He could not see the horizon. He could only see a fire storm rolling up and surrounding the atmosphere.
The integrity and heat alarms from his armor had stopped minutes ago, and he could feel the coldness spreading over his flesh, and he was breathing in the smoke but couldn't smell it.
Even though he was enveloped in flames, he felt as if he was shaking.
He knew what that meant. The air—in his lungs, in his nose, in his throat—was burning him from the inside.
The fire was seeping in, and he was being roasted within his armor.
He is dying.
He failed, that much was clear.
Besieged, betrayed and outnumbered, they still managed to bite back.
He should have anticipated how they would respond, he should have planned differently, he should have—
He was supposed to die from the first salvo of virus bombs.
This is the reward for his weakness, but if he dies, it will be the result of him once again proving his weakness.
Suddenly, Soshyan's voice brought him back to reality.
"One more minute, brothers, we are determined in the flames of war."
"We are determined."
Thor's mouth automatically echoed the voices of the surrounding battle brothers - even though his brothers had long since perished and twisted into monsters.
"We fell from the sky and fell straight into hell."
"Fight to the death."
The soldiers chanted.
"One breath is still there."
"The warband lives on forever!"
Sol turned his headband and looked at Soshyan.
He stood alone, with his head bent forward. His face was somewhat unclear under the projection of the red landing lights, but his determined eyes were shining.
Soshiyang's armored hands tightly grasped the Shengyan Sword, a powerful and exquisitely crafted power weapon.
Like his brothers, the war gave him determination.
At this time, a rumbling collision sound was heard, and Thor realized that the Thunderhawk's back turret had fired.
After a while, a familiar sound vibrated indicating that the Thunderhawk's automatic turret had also fired.
Then the crackling sound of metal revealed that not all the shots were theirs.
Before turning his attention to his own equipment, he glanced at his team, their faces behind their helmets.
The fully blessed and anointed bolter was locked at his side, the armor's automatic senses were on standby, ready to connect to the weapon when he grabbed hold of it, and the icon monitoring his health index showed a steady display.
He rubbed against the restraints, satisfied that the connection was secure.
"We will eliminate the green-skinned leader as soon as possible."
Soshyan raised his head and said, Sol looked into his cold black eyes and nodded in response.
There is no time to say anything more.
The engine's pitch began to rise, and the turbulence indicated that it was heading towards the landing site at full speed.
The protective straps on their backs trembled automatically, and the warriors stood together, unlocking their bolters and locking their magnetic shoes for the final moment.
Thor said a final prayer to his ancient sword as the armor's automatic senses tied to its targeting system and ammo counter.
They are still falling.
Outside noise could be heard over the reducer, no doubt the hammering of the foundry war,
The greenskins' war is accompanied by thunderous roars, and there are hundreds or thousands of enemies outnumbering them.
They directly attack the heart of the invaders, directly and truly realizing the emperor's just judgment.
"brother."
The word sent a buzz of pain through his body, and the echoes of Istvan's dream faded from his mind.
The next second, the landing ramp opened.
Thor gripped the bolter tightly, his lips reciting the battle oath.
In front of him, there was a row of green-skinned boys rushing towards Thunderhawk under the hazy dust.
Even sealed in the power armor, the anger stemming from the threat of attack still covered him and impacted his nerves.
When the stunned greenskins try to attack first, the only thing the Thunderhawk can do to the enemy is to continuously hit the enemy with heavy bolters and laser cannons, sending death to the greenskins at point-blank range.
After the Thunder Eagle lowered its height and crushed more than a hundred enemies, they began to flee in fear.
Soshyan was the first to jump out of the cabin and the first to open fire.
The nearest greenskins fell and burst into pieces under the hail of bolts, even their obnoxiously tough greenskin bodies unable to withstand the sacred fire of the blessed weapons in the hands of the Astartes.
The warriors were spread out on either side of the Chapter Master, spread out around the Thunderhawk to protect the landing zone.
The Thunderhawks above them supported them with thunderous firepower.
The battle brothers' unquenchable rage forced the roaring greenskins to retreat.
"move forward."
Soshyan's voice rang in the team channel.
The leader of the vanguard group of Orks is nearby, easily identifiable by the size of the Orks - looming over the heads of his minions just a hundred meters before the landing point.
As Soshyan reloaded, the Ork leader roared and led the charge towards the Space Marines.
As we all know, there are two things that greenskins cannot bear: one is a challenge to authority, and the other is fierce battle.
The Astral Knights will also satisfy these beasts.
"Maintain the front."
Soshyan's voice echoed across the channel.
The next second, the gap between him and the Ork leader was filled with bullets again.
The greenskins took the blow and fought back, rudimentary bullets slamming into the Astartes armor, and the air was suddenly filled with dry, dusty, sizzling metal.
The health index panels of the three soldiers in the squad showed that they had suffered minor injuries.
Completely surrounded and exposed, they could not hold their small front for more than ten minutes.
They must move at the right time.
The Thunderhawk's engines roared into the sky, and its protruding turret weapons spun towards the Orks heading for the first squadron.
Not far away, the Ork leader and his bodyguards responded to the boy in front with punches and kicks, and cursed their subordinates with their roars.
The Ork leader himself was a giant beast with dark green muscles and a layered heavy yellow deck. His small, round eyes were full of anger and stared at Soshyan - obviously it also
I recognized the leader of Xiami.
It pushed and trampled those of its kind in front of him, rushed all the way to him, roared and challenged, and extended a huge mechanical claw towards Soshyan's head.
"Back off first."
Soshyan dodged the blow and exited his previous position.
He kept shooting, punching holes in the green-skinned bodyguards following the leader, switching from one target to the next with skill and ease.
The remaining warriors maintained the battle line, pouring ammunition into the growing horde like an unstoppable green tide.
Only Soshyan retreated.
Only the Ork leader followed into the team's encirclement.