In the silence of space, the assault landing module was falling towards a planet.
Behind the curved metal frame is a directional booster that spits flames, allowing the landing module to land at a stable rate, and its flight path is passing through the orbit of this dead planet.
It was a cold and bright planet, and the Mother of Tears stationed in orbit shone brightly in the dark universe. But on the other side of the planet, the weepers who came here to investigate did not know that something would happen.
Uninvited guests arrive——
In the landing bay, Malakin could hear the soft singing of the singing slaves and the gentle hum of the armor's vibration.
His subordinates were all calm, meditating on the upcoming battle, and it was the years of war that had molded them into the pinnacle of human combat prowess.
The figure to whom the warriors meditate is Sanguinius, the idol to whom the Chapter compares itself, the noble example they strive to follow.
And what they are meditating on is the mission given to them by the Emperor. They will travel across the stars in the star sea and undertake missions that ordinary fragile mortals cannot shoulder in the Empire's grand plan.
Though they have meditated on these things a thousand times or more, preparing their minds for the intense intensity of battle and banishing unnecessary distractions that would dishonor their qualifications as a Son of Sanguinius.
Malakin also knew what his comrades were thinking, because he felt the same way.
The difference is that times have changed, and the historical task of building the Lamenters Chapter into a journey of honor and dignity is more arduous. This is more important than winning or losing a battle.
Especially when he heard that Armageddon Soshyan fought side by side with the Blood Angels and once again created a glorious victory, he realized that his friend would soon give the Astral Knights a place in the legends of the Empire.
His deeds will be told as glorious history to mortals across the galaxy, and will be written and sung in hymns before dinner.
But he was still far behind, and even the shame of the war group had not been completely washed away.
The immature and inexperienced young chapter leader that he met back then had unknowingly left him far away.
Malakin is not a vain person, but he also has his own pride!
Therefore, the recovery of the battle group has become the only issue that he thinks about every day. How to obtain more resources, more equipped battleships, and more relationships and connections, all of which require his own hands.
This cooperation with the forging world Greia is also for this reason.
After all, the price offered by the other party is very high!
The drop pod was still vibrating, and the faces of the choir slaves were delicately decorated and mounted on brass armatures.
When these once-human singers begin to sing, they are lifted up to the ceiling of the landing module.
Without minds, half-human machine slaves are used to undertake menial and heavy tasks that require no skills. The choir slaves are not only a group of human faces responsible for singing poems, but also install the communication system in the landing cabin. At the same time, their singing also represents the symbol of war.
A regimental tradition that helps soldiers focus on the next coming battle.
The target is close, and the soldiers are ready to fight.
Malakin could feel the emotions welling up in the souls of the warriors, including their passion for war, their concentration on battle, and their admiration for Sanguinius.
These glorious qualities were reflected in his brain, and he could easily experience the strong and consistent emotions without even trying.
The landing capsule shook violently as it passed through the first atmosphere of Dacia, but the ten space warriors in the capsule would not let themselves be shaken by their imagination. They were all tied to gravity seats, and their bodies were
The bright yellow power armor and weapons are shining with light.
Soon, the hymn in the landing cabin also entered its final chapter, and the majestic singing drowned out the noisy sound outside the cabin.
Malakin picked up the battle helmet next to him and put it on. The sealed helmet wrapped tightly around his throat. The visual system connected to the helmet showed that his huge armor had been joined airtightly, enough to start to deal with anything on the ground.
Harsh climate.
Every Space Marine will spend hours on the ship carefully inspecting their weapons and equipment, and abide by the strictest weapons discipline, so that they can fight smoothly.
A few seconds later, Malakin activated the runes on the visual system and activated his communicator.
Even though the warning system of the landing module has not yet prompted, and the hymn chanted by the machine slave has not stopped, Malakin can still feel that he is getting closer to the target.
"Prepare to land."
The thrusters that were braking entered the second stage of operation. The gravity seats of the Space Marines flexed and stretched into a cushion-like buffer to help them overcome the influence of their own weight and withstand the heavy pressure during deceleration.
"The Lamenters."
Malakin's clear and proud words came from the communicator.
"I don't need to tell you why you are here, I don't need to emphasize what is required of you, I don't need to say more about how you should fight, because you will never be confused about these things, but now I want to add that what we have for Sanguinius
Respect will keep us away from the curse of red and black in the battle, so don't relax."
Malarkin was able to speak directly to the hearts of his warriors, using the traditions they regarded as honor to inspire them to perform superhuman feats and confront their own shortcomings.
The lights in the landing cabin flashed and the noise became louder. The machine slaves also raised their voices, and the chorus of hymns became louder and more shocking.
The sound of banging metal resounded through the hull, which was a precursor to the landing module coming into contact with the ground, and the sharp ceramic claws extending from the engine hood would tear through the earth.
By reviewing mission briefings countless times, Malakin has been able to conjure up a new image of the Mechanicum research station in his mind - an ugly and misshapen fortress that might have once been a sphere.
Weeping: They will carve out a corridor from the lightless surface of the research station, but at the same time their actions must be meticulous and punctual.
Long-distance scanning can only analyze the structure of the first few floors of the research station, and the structural diagram provided by Grea is also very vague, and it is difficult to plan a reasonable assault route by just guessing.
They are not even willing to clearly state the purpose of this research station.
This caused some trouble for Malakin in formulating a battle strategy, but one thing remains unchanged. They must go deep into the research station, find all the surviving members of the Mechanicus, know what happened, and prepare for possible encounters.
The enemy is annihilated.
The task of finding the enemy's location needs to be completed by the leader of each team. This time Malakin brought two hundred soldiers, and he believed there would be no problems.
There are three objectives in this battle, a primary objective, and two secondary objectives.
Malakin checked the bolter one last time, then tightened his grip on his Bloodblade with one hand, a faint energy showing on the blade's surface.
The other Space Marines also made the last iconic inspection of their weapons and equipment, from helmets to checking the sealing of the battle armor to bolt guns.
The heavy weapons team was equipped with plasma cannons, the energy coils inside them flashing brightly.
The assault team adjusted their jump packs to adapt to the planet's gravity environment and unsheathed their chainswords.
All angels are born to fight, but the descendants of Sanguinius have a stronger talent for melee combat with their enemies, and dare to take up any melee weapon to fight against the enemies of the Emperor.
Suddenly, the chanting suddenly stopped, and every Space Marine had no other thoughts except fighting.
In the sky, all the landing modules roared in unison, they had hit the surface of the planet——