Chapter 35 Preparing for Landing

The surface of the planet Loswell 7.

This is a dark and dead planet. The atmosphere is filled with thin oxygen, and radioactive dust blows in the breeze. The surface is almost all iron-gray gravel and there is no sign of life.

Such a dead planet also has complex topography. Huge and deep rift valleys, like scars on the continent, are spread all over the planet, making Loswell 7 look like a pile of cracked scabs.

These rift valleys are filled with caves and secret passages eroded by underground ammonia rivers, and are as complex as a maze.

At this time, a big-bellied transport spacecraft with blasphemous words and violent graffiti painted on its hull was quietly parked in a deep rift.

It is daytime on the planet Loswell 7, but the starlight is no longer visible after being blocked by the planet's atmosphere. The transport spacecraft hiding in the deep pits and valleys is as dark as night.

The control room of the spacecraft was littered with scattered prayer flags and scrolls with densely written Korchis characters. The lights were not turned on in the dim control room, but candles of various sizes were lit. The air was filled with a mixture of a strong smell of blood and the spicy smell left by burning spices, which was nauseating.

At least Ryoushita Hiro almost vomited when he first entered the control room.

He looked up cautiously at the tall and terrifying figure sitting on the wide seat in the middle of the control room.

The hideous armor swayed like a ghost under the dim candlelight. The dark red shoulder armor was engraved with detailed black prayers, and the edges of the armor were inlaid with sharp metal spikes.

The owner of the armor was not wearing a helmet, and his pale bald head was also covered with distorted words. He lowered his head, his face hidden in the black shadow and could not be seen clearly, and his index finger covered with gauntlet tapped lightly on his knees.

Ryusei Hiro knew his name, Klofa, the person in charge of the three transport ships.

A powerful Chaos Space Marine.

Hiroshi Ryashita and others were asked to come to the control room. Facing this powerful Fallen Astartes, everyone was cautious and no one dared to speak first.

The only sound echoing in the dim control room was the tapping of fingers. In this suffocating atmosphere, the Chaos Space Marine finally raised his head, revealing a pale, evil face, and spoke in a deep voice:

"They want to trap us on this planet."

The bald man's eyes were yellow-white, and all his teeth were filed sharp. When he opened his mouth, he could see a mouthful of sharp teeth that Ryoushita Hiroshi couldn't bear to look directly at.

No one responded to him, and Klofa continued to speak in a slow tone:

"They are about to land... The Ultramarines are very cautious. They will test our strength bit by bit."

"These blasphemers are very smart... They won't fight a war of attrition with us in caves and tunnels. Once they find the location of the transport fleet, they will teleport back and call in an orbital strike."

At this point, he raised his head, stared at the people in front of him, and said,

"When the time comes, we will all be drowned in this damn canyon by the high-explosive bombs dropped by a Moon-class cruiser."

Clofa asked in a playful tone,

"You claim to be sent by the Four Powers of Destruction to assist me. Facing this dilemma, what are your suggestions?"

In the early days of the Horus Heresy, the strength of the rebels was inferior to that of the loyalists. Warmaster Horus, based on the concept that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, actively contacted the discriminated and oppressed illegal psychics, mutants, space pirates, etc. in the areas ruled by the Empire, instigating them to launch rebellion and disrupt public order in the Empire. Therefore, these people were almost in the same camp as the Warmaster in the early days.

Klofa obviously classified the reincarnations among these people.

Ryoshita Hiroshi swallowed and started thinking rapidly.

Having been in the Warhammer 40K world for some time, he already knew how these genetically modified humans called Space Marines fought, and he also clearly knew the Space Marines' technical means such as teleportation.

This Chaos Space Marine leader determined the tactics that the other side would adopt, and Ryoushita Hiroshi believed it without a doubt, and now he had to find a way to disrupt this tactic.

"Sir, I can provide you with excellent warriors. As long as there is enough food, there will be an endless supply of warriors!" A middle-aged man with brown-red hair and a big beard who looked like a scholar shouted excitedly.

Ryoshita Hiroshi, who was about to speak, couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

Upon hearing this, Klofa also smiled slightly, showing his sharp teeth, and said in a gloomy voice:

"Belensky, I remember you. Your little bugs are very interesting. They may be useful against mortals, but they are too weak for Space Marines."

Hiroshi Ryushita looked at the middle-aged man holding the iron-gray long can tightly in his hand, and cursed in his heart: Idiot, this is the Warhammer 40K universe, in this world with a very high lower limit of strength, the strength of the alien's exoskeleton that can be injured by ordinary firearms, and the strength and agility that are only stronger than ordinary humans are not enough in front of bolters and power swords.

The middle-aged man with a big brown beard pursed his lips, looking unconvinced.

Ryoshita Hiro ignored the others, made up his mind, and spoke in a deep voice:

"My Lord, I can block the opponent's Space Marines' teleportation for thirty minutes."

"Oh?" Krofa was obviously interested. "How do you block it? Are you using some kind of ancient technology disrupting device?"

Ryoshita Hiroshi explained: "No, my domain expansion... uh, I mean, after my psychic ability is activated, teleportation within a five-kilometer radius will be ineffective!"

Klofa squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the thin black-haired young man, then stroked his chin and said,

"A psychic who doesn't need a psychic amplifier, interesting..."

Ryoshita Hiroshi said: "I can only interfere with their transmission back to the battleship, sir. As for the space marines left on the planet, it's up to you."

After saying this, Ryoushita Hiro looked deeply at Klofa. He believed that this evil and cunning Space Marine could understand what he meant.

Klofa smiled and said, "I am beginning to admire you, clever mortal. Of course, don't worry, the holy warriors blessed by the Four Gods will leave the lackeys of the false emperor on the surface. After they get entangled with our people, the commander of the Ultramarines will not dare to use orbital bombardment unless he doesn't care about his warriors at all."

After saying this, seeing that the other strange people present did not seem to want to express their opinions, Klofa waved his hand and said:

"Okay, all of you retreat. Let's start arranging our defenses to welcome the arrival of the pseudo-emperor's lackeys."

The reincarnations left the main control room one after another.

Walking in the dim corridor of the spaceship, the screams and groans of victims could be heard from the depths of the dark corridor from time to time, which was creepy.

Ryoshita Hiroshi speculated that the Word Bearers might be torturing their captives for fun.

At this time, a woman in black with a long stick wrapped in cloth on her back suddenly came over and asked quietly beside Ryoshita Hiro:

"Jujutsu Kaisen?"

Ryado Hiroshi was startled and turned to look at the white woman who was wearing a black hood, a black dress, a tall and slender figure, and a European and American face.

Ryoshita Hiroshi asked, "Do you know?"

The woman raised her lips and said, "I heard those words you let slip. Humph, you Asians are not the only ones who watch anime."

She chuckled as she spoke: "But you better be careful. If your domain doesn't work, I believe Krofer will crush your head with his own hands before being overwhelmed by the cannons of the Ultramarines, hehe."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After saying that, she turned and walked forward.

Liaoxia Hong stopped where he was and looked at the woman's back. To be honest, this white woman with a pointed chin, deep eyebrows and an oval face was quite pretty, but she always gave him a very dangerous feeling.

She was right. Although he swore solemnly in front of Klofer, Ryoushita Hiroshi had no idea whether his domain could interrupt the Ultramarines' teleportation device. If it failed, the wrath of the Word Bearers would surely fall upon him.

Ryoushita Hiro looked at the long stick-like object wrapped in black cloth on the woman's back, and guessed that judging from the shape, it should be a sword.

On the other side, the scholar-like man with a reddish brown beard tightly hugged the iron-gray metal can in his arms, gritted his teeth, and cursed in a low voice to a short woman who was hunched over and wrapped in a gray robe next to him:

"Klofa doesn't trust me. They don't believe me. They are a bunch of damn idiots. They don't understand the potential of the aliens at all. The upper limit of the potential of the aliens is infinite. As long as Klofa agrees to give me a living Space Marine, I can breed a Space Marine alien, which is definitely a powerful existence unprecedented in history. Damn it, damn it, these ignorant and short-sighted idiots..."

The woman, with her head hunched forward in an exaggerated arc and a black veil on her face, listened to the chatter of her companions, looked around, and whispered,

"The battle is about to begin... Hiss~ Belensky, we don't need Krofa to give us living Space Marines. If we find the right opportunity, we can get them ourselves, right?"

Her voice was human yet inhuman, with a strange, hoarse hiss.

Belensky said, "I know, but you can see that we cannot get close to those perverted genetically modified humans. Even if they are injured, they can smash us to pieces with a wave of their hands. The bodies of dead Space Marines are useless. Chestbreakers can only be bred from living recipients."

The hunchbacked woman hissed, "Patience, Belensky, be patient, we will have a chance."

…

On the transmission deck, Vlahos stood quietly in the middle, holding a tactical tablet in his hand. The green light spots on the tablet kept flashing and moving, intuitively reflecting the location information of each team.

The communication channel continuously transmitted the progress of the spearhead teams on the surface, which team encountered greater resistance, and which team had arrived at the designated location ahead of schedule.

More battlefield information continued to be transmitted back and gathered towards the Sothalan. Vlahos's brain was working at high speed, calmly analyzing this information.

This is a unique ability that Guilliman's descendants inherited from the Primarch. It is said that the Primarch's brain can process tens of thousands of pieces of information at the same time and make quick decisions.

Overall, the spearhead troops encountered little resistance, but as they passed through caves and crevices and got closer and closer to the actual location of the transport ship, the enemy's firepower began to increase, accompanied by some ship-borne heavy weapons blocking, and the ground began to call for orbital support.

Vlahos stroked his chin, thinking.

Beside him, rows and rows of Space Marines in dark blue power armor were already lined up in an orderly manner, with their chests held high and their heads held high, ready to go.

The chapter chaplain holding the power scepter walked in front of the queue and nailed the small notes of the soldiers' handwritten pre-battle oaths to the ceramic steel breastplate on the soldiers' chests with a red stamp.

The chapter chaplain of the Sothalan was an Astartes monk with brown hair and white temples. He reviewed the mental state and pre-battle oath of each warrior in turn.

When he reached Fu Qinghai at the end of the team, he was slightly startled by the sight of the bone-white armor. Then he patted Fu Qinghai on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Good luck, warrior of the Khan."

"Thank you, sir."

Finally, Vlahos made up his mind, raised his head, and said loudly:

"Follow me according to the latest updated coordinates and carry out orbital airborne strikes!"

Upon hearing this, the technical priest standing nearby and wearing a dark red hood immediately brought a few servitors and began to busily update the parameters of the orbital drop on the operating panel.

After putting on his helmet, Vlahos led the airborne teams into the orbital drop module one after another.

The Sothalan was hovering in the orbit of Planet 7. A row of holes opened on the belly of the battleship. The sharp heads of the airborne capsules slowly poked out of the hull, and the thrusters ignited and started. These long cone-shaped airborne capsules turned into slender golden meteors and disappeared into the atmosphere.

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(End of this chapter)