In the sky above Federman 4, the porthole of the Heart of Honor, which is preparing for an orbital strike, has a wide view. The entire orbit and cyclones in the atmosphere are clearly visible here.
Yellow-painted power armor appeared from the end of the empty corridor, passing by at a synchronized pace one after the other. These were two malicious warriors who were changing the guard.
"How long will this mission last?" The Astartes warrior walking behind was the first to break the silence.
"It won't be long. The boss has his own plan and won't let the judge wait too long."
The soldier in front did not stop, and the magnetic boots made a powerful impact with the steel floor under his feet.
But his cold voice still clearly echoed in the corridor after being amplified by the loudspeaker.
"Twelve-hour ultimatum, do we really have to wait that long?"
As Atta in the back obviously doesn't have much patience. Like his brothers, he is only interested in the plunder and killing brought about by the battle.
"Patience is a virtue, especially for us! Since you know the flaws of our gene-seed, don't allow it to wreak havoc outside of battle. If you can't control it, tell me and I will deal with it myself." The malicious soldier in front stopped and turned around to glance at the new recruit behind him. In his eyes, the soldier who was less than a hundred years old was no different than a baby.
His threat obviously worked. The soldiers behind did not dare to show their irritability and impatience any more, and could only direct their hatred towards their genetic father:
"Damn guy! Why didn't the Butcher's Nail kill that guy! He should be hanged on the gates of Terra!"
"Be careful!" The veteran at the front finally didn't want to endure the endless complaints behind him, which seriously affected his appreciation of the scenery outside the porthole.
Just when he was about to turn around and teach the young recruit a lesson, a silver-gray cruiser outside the porthole caught his attention.
"That's... why are these greyhounds here?"
"What greyhound?"
The recruits behind also followed the former's gaze.
Through the eyepiece of Mark IV's helmet, he could see a silver strike cruiser with both the Inquisition and the Order of the Hammer emblems on it, quietly approaching the airport and the Heart of Honor.
"Shut up! You idiot! You also barked the greyhound? If you let it slip one day, you will be in big trouble!"
The veteran stretched out his hand and slapped the recruit as a warning, but had no real intention of punishing him.
"Did you see that? This is the real fighter of the Tribunal. The one with the official establishment! The kind that does not require examination! If you see it in the future, remember to stay away and don't ask around. These guys are very mysterious. If anything is revealed,
If you accidentally find out, the whole company will suffer along with you!"
"But brother, look! Its teleportation matrix lights up!"
After receiving the physics education from the veteran, the recruit's mood was obviously much more stable, but before he could show his stability, the shining psychic teleportation matrix on the opposite cruiser once again caused him to exclaim.
"How many times have I said this! Control your emotions! Wait! What did you say?!"
The veteran who habitually wanted to give the new recruits a show of affection full of brotherly love, the right hand he just raised froze in mid-air.
His neck was as stiff as a rusty bearing, and he turned again in the direction of the Revenant Redeemer amid the recruits' exclamations.
What caught his eye was the moment when the psychic teleportation matrix on the Revenant Redeemer was operating at full power with the help of auxiliary devices scattered throughout the ship.
With his three hundred years of service experience, he could tell at a glance that this strike cruiser, which had been deliberately enhanced with transmission equipment, was fully transmitting in a certain direction at a distance of less than an astronomical cell.
Troops!
So the question is, where and to whom?
His stiff neck turned back with difficulty again. After looking at the ignorant and ignorant recruit for a second, his hysterical voice sounded in the communication channel of the entire company:
"Enemy attack!!!"
Time goes back to 15 minutes ago. After disposing of Rhine's body, Inquisitor Erlanti will remember the existence of the Gray Knights.
He hurried to the holographic command room on the bridge and contacted the Gray Knights:
"In the name of the Judge of the Demonic Tribunal stationed in the Katyn Festival in the Storm Star Territory, I declare that your mission is over. Please leave here immediately!"
Yule on the other side of the screen ignored his request, but asked him about the whereabouts of Judge Rhine.
For insurance purposes, they had left a life detection device on his body when they left Rhine.
It has been exactly 10 minutes since the Redeemer of the Dead headquarters received a periodic signal from this device.
After not receiving a signal for three full cycles, they already had the worst estimate of Rhine's fate.
This inquiry is just the final confirmation of personnel matters.
Eranti's answer also made their hearts sink to the bottom again:
"Judge Rhine is ill and is resting. I would like to thank you for your concern on his behalf."
"Okay, we will be ready to leave within half an hour." Yule's face remained motionless, but his hand outside the camera gently waved to Calvin outside the court.
The latter also understood Yule's intention and strode towards the teleportation matrix.
There, a total of 34 Gray Knights have entered a critical state under the long-term blessing of the choir, and are waiting for Calvin to activate the gain of group will, so that they can complete the transmission to the opponent in the next moment.
The communication here is still going on. Erlanti obviously wants to continue a few superficial perfunctory words and pleasantries under disguise, but his ship's honor does not allow him to do so.
The Heart of Honor, which was floating in orbit, suddenly started to move, lowered its altitude in advance, and entered the prime position for orbital strike.
After the hull turned 90 degrees, the entire side faced the direction of Federman 4.
The ammunition loading group of the macro cannon began to enter working status, and the three groups of light spears on the head of the Heart of Honor also began to enter an obvious charging state.
"What's going on! Who can tell me what's going on!"
Eranti was surprised by everything that happened before him. He didn't understand why the ship entered combat mode with more than 11 hours left before the ultimatum.
But in front of him, no one in the staff group below the command podium answered his question.
Yes, this group of people were not originally members of the Heart of Honor crew. They were originally transferred by the Malicious Warriors' company commander Jutas three days ago.
The reason is that the original crew staff of Heart of Honor did not have enough orbital strike experience.
They can conduct joint exercises in batches with mature personnel on their cruisers.
But when did the teaching team, which was supposed to have only one-third of the share, actually take full control of the entire ship?
Eranti was stunned, or he had understood one thing. In this orbital strike operation, he had completely lost control of his subordinates.
Yule also understood the current situation of the other party. Without them, the other party might have no choice but to watch these malicious warriors cause massacre on the surface of the planet.
He couldn't report or expose him afterwards, because that would only expose his incompetence to all his colleagues.
So this time the killing can only be claimed by our "glorious and persevering" Demon Judge Eranti.
As for the malicious warriors, they only helped a little in the specific implementation.
In the end, Inquisitor Eranti will gain the honor of slaying the rebels, and the malicious warriors can take advantage of the opportunity to gain all the wealth of the entire fortress monastery that originally belonged to the Goliath Chapter.
This is the ultimate purpose of these malicious warriors who have traveled thousands of miles to treat him as Erlanti.
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