They rode the Thunderhawk from the Mother of Tears to the Starfire, went straight into the open hangar, and landed on the smoke-filled buffer pad.
Malakin was the first to step down the boarding ladder, followed by the four people traveling with him.
The Astral Knights have already lined up here, including the Ascetic War Group, with hundreds of them all assembled in battle formation.
Civil War flags fluttered in the hall, each marking a battle worth remembering.
Servo-skulls buzzed above them, dragging the incense burner around, masking the stench of burning promethium.
The light inside the hangar was dim, with only sporadic light spots flickering quietly. The corridor was long and eerie, and the walls looked like they were cut from ancient boulders of unknown age.
"It seemed like they were all very angry."
Malakin murmured, and he looked at the Astral Knights and Ascetic Battle Group. Although everyone's faces were hidden under their helmets, it was definitely not difficult to imagine what the expressions on the faces underneath were - contempt,
Indifference, and anger.
Standing at the front of the queue was the owner of the flagship, who stood out among the angels. He was resting his right hand on the hilt of his sword, quietly waiting for his guests.
Soshyan Alexey, he stands as if he has always been standing since birth - his waist is straight and his posture is perfect.
"Captain Malakin, welcome to your arrival."
When Malakin came over, Soshyan nodded slightly.
"Brothers Soshyan."
Malakin stopped, neither shaking hands nor embracing.
The soldiers of the two battle groups also stood motionless, as did Malakin's entourage.
The entire hangar fell into deathly silence.
Very slowly, as if the cliff was inevitably suffering the pain of being washed away and decayed by time and tide, Malakin walked towards Soshyan and lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, we-"
Although his voice was very soft, it still spread to every corner.
Before he could finish speaking, Soshyan suddenly stretched out his hand, took a few steps, and hugged Malakin tightly.
"This is not your fault. War is changing rapidly and no one can completely control it."
Every word that came out of his mouth was filled with a sonorous and serious tone.
"I don't blame you, and battle-brothers of the Lamenter, you fought well."
After Malakin was stunned for a moment, he also gave a warm hug in return.
"Thank you, thank you...you, Brother Soshyan."
Mazar then stepped forward, burst into hearty laughter, and patted the two of them heavily on the shoulders.
"So now we've settled that."
He said cheerfully:
"I have already drawn up an attack plan on the main planet of Fulun."
The two warriors let go of each other. Soshyan looked at Lord Magyar and said with a smile:
"How about taking it out and sharing it with us now?"
"certainly."
Malakin suddenly said:
"Let's just come to our boat and talk."
Since the Starfire was more serious and the Eternal Night was also deeply injured, only the Mother of Tears was not seriously injured, so the two agreed to go to the Mother of Tears for strategic discussions.
The conference room on the Mother of Tears was modeled after the ancient monastery of Baal. The room was in a hexagonal shape, and the iron lanterns hanging on the walls shed mottled light, illuminating the neat grid patterns on the marble floor.
, light can identify people.
The candle flame on the heavy candlestick swayed, and from time to time, melted tears quietly dropped.
The ubiquitous niches are filled with stone carvings, these carvings of Sanguinius staring gloomily at everyone who passes in front of it.
All kinds of echoes are always echoing in the towering dome - the crisp sound of the blade scraping against the stone, the thump of the reinforced ceramic armor on the floor, and the rustling sound of the power armor glove sliding across the data pad.
There are no seats here, and everyone remains standing - the three Chapter Masters stand in the center, and their entourages line up next to them.
Floating in front of this group of heavily armed warriors was a golden, slowly rotating holographic planet image, with all major areas clearly marked on it.
Foren is a deeply fortified world, with large areas above the surface being transformed into military installations.
Such as the giant towers standing tall and the extremely large engines around them, they continuously supply the planet with abundant energy, and most of them are used to maintain the defensive barriers above the main strongholds.
"These greenskins have been here for two to three hundred years, and they have enough time to strengthen their nests."
Mazar began to explain the results of the long-term investigation.
"During this period, they have spent a lot of effort to strengthen the world. Probably the green-skinned leader also knows that his fleet cannot stop us for too long, so now he places all his hopes on ground defense. Look,
Looking at these fortifications, many are newly built."
Soshyan carefully examined the structural diagram in front of him. From an overall perspective, almost all of the northern hemisphere of Furun was covered by trenches and fortifications, most of which were built around heavy generators.
"what is this?"
He stretched out his hand and pointed to a certain node above, from which countless spiderweb-like lines extended outwards.
Mazhar laughed.
"What you see is the heart of this planet, the connection network of all the strongholds in this world. Look at this, this is our scanning record."
He flicked his fingers to turn the translucent image into a solid object, and several dots appeared on the thumbnail.
One of them shows a cascading exterior wall structure rising higher and higher along with the naturally formed steep slope.
Rudimentary roads have been built between different highlands, connecting circular areas that look like defensive towers.
Magyar further enlarged the image, allowing everyone present to clearly see the continuous cannons on the ridge.
In the center of the fortification, a majestic fortress stands proudly, surrounded by high walls and countless defense towers at the top.
Just like its own color, the surrounding land is also covered with a deep tawny color.
"The fortress of the green-skinned warlords of the Ferron system."
Soshyan nodded, silently calculating the size of the fortress and possible entry points.
“Shocking.”
His eyes quickly scanned the image floating in the air, taking in all the details.
"This fortress is larger than most hives I've seen."
"Yes, according to our calculations, if we choose orbital bombing, it will take several months to disintegrate the defense of the main star of Fulun."
Mazar called up a series of data.
"And their shields, as you know well, are difficult to destroy directly before the energy is interrupted."