r18novel Chapter 1043: The Second Legion Rush to Help
Chapter 1043: The Second Legion Rush to Help
The brass hourglass slowly turned upside down beside the commander's throne, and fine sand suddenly rose from the Persian carpet under Xerxes Achaemenid's gilded boots.
The Vigilance Star in the holographic projection was being torn apart by four alien torrents, and the twenty silver rings at the ends of the Primarch's braids whimpered like a desert storm.
Xerxes had not participated in a massacre mission for a long time, and now he urgently needed a battle to stretch his body.
And Alert Star is undoubtedly a very good place.
"The Sand Lurker's engines are devouring the stars. Our fleet is gathering, Lord of the Legion."
Multiple echoes came from under the bronze mask of the think tank director Gao Moda. The psychic sand flowing from the tip of his staff formed cuneiform characters in the air. "Captain Nadir's fleet has already bitten the backup of the orc fleet."
"Very good. Keep it up. Delay the enemy's entry into the battlefield and give us enough time to prepare."
Just as Xerxes was giving the order, an uninvited guest suddenly broke in, but Xerxes and the other Space Marine officers were already accustomed to it.
"Oh, my dear Lord of the Second Legion."
Trazyn's metal head emerged from the void, and the data stream in the Necrons' eye sockets turned into the phantom of Parthian archers: "Your weapon, that scimitar, can I..."
Originally, Trazyn was planning to pack up the entire Second Legion and take it away, but Trazyn soon discovered a problem, that is, it seemed that he could not win the battle.
As a result, Trazyn became one of the thousands of thieves in the Empire, stealing the personal belongings of the Primarchs every day.
"Again, don't be sneaky. If you want to come in, just go through the main entrance."
Xerxes didn't even turn around. The Median scimitar hanging at his waist was automatically unsheathed. The sandstorm stirred up by the blade turned Trazyn's body into rivets, and the relief of "Book of Kings" on the Primarch's armor glowed red.
"It's so barbaric."
Trazyn complained in a bored tone.
As Trazyn reassembled himself in the corner, several captains in Pizzasan scale armor walked onto the bridge on the quicksand.
On the breastplate of Captain Nadir, the captain of the First Company, a bronze Persian lion was tearing at a fragment of Tyranid shell. The conqueror from the Sistan Desert knelt on one knee, and the joints of his power armor made a camel-bell-like sound: "King of Kings, the seven chapters of the Desert Warriors have drunk the spring of the desert. The void shield of the Sand Lurker is enough to swallow all the volleys of the Chaos fleet."
As Xerxes turned around, the glazed tiles on the command bulkhead suddenly cracked, and the hot quicksand of the Kavier Desert poured out. The twelve emeralds on his gilded visor reflected the star map: "Did you see the seeds that the disgusting xenos planted at the Cadia Gate? Let those bastards feel the fear of the desert."
"Let the yellow sand engulf the enemies of the empire!" Second Captain Ardashir shouted first.
He unfolded his painted sand cloak, and beneath the cloak, on his power armor were twenty daggers inlaid with desert crystals.
At this moment, Gao Moda's staff pointed out the cracks in the Eldar Webway on the star map, and the psychic sands condensed into a miniature image of the Temple of Ursana: "The mummers of the Laughing God are wrapping the battlefield with a tragic curtain, Lord of the Legion. I suggest that we rush to the battlefield now."
"Then get ready to go."
"When I raise the Anahita banner on Vigilant, you must use the wrath of Cambyses to burn away all the alien filth that has defiled the galaxy."
"For the Yellow Sand! For the Emperor!"
The Space Marine officers on the battleship deck cheered, and at the same time, the Sand Lurker opened the webway to prepare for the crossing.
With a flash of light, the Second Legion's fleet officially entered the webway.
A few minutes later, the entire ship of the Yellow Sand Lurker suddenly shook violently, and a strange purple light appeared outside the observation window.
The spiritual fire under Gao Moda's mask suddenly surged: "The web is fluctuating! It's the Harlequin Troupe!"
Twelve Eldar shuttles tore through the veil of reality like peacocks spreading their feathers, and the leading Death Clown threw a crystal spear inlaid with spirit bones towards the bridge.
The spear flew into the command room through the space distortion and landed directly in front of Xerxes.
The moment Xerxes caught the weapon, a holographic image of the Tears of Isha was projected from the tip of the spear, and verses in the Eldar language burned in the air.
"The oaths of the Forsaken are more fragile than sand dunes,
Only the Laughing God's dice can determine the location of the oasis.
Accept the covenant of the exiles,
Beneath the veil of dusk…”
"This group of lowly creatures want to form an alliance with us." Nadir said angrily.
“Go back and tell your prophet.”
Xerxes raised his hand and summoned a whirlwind of yellow sand, and the Eldar projections immediately disintegrated into star sand.
"The scimitars of the lonely warriors do not need clowns to dance with them. If they dare to come, they will be drowned along with the enemies of the empire."
When the Harlequin shuttle turned into quicksand and dissipated, the Sand Lurker had already broken through the warp veil.
Xerxes stood on the observation deck of the bridge, looking at the boiling real cosmic storm outside the window. The phantom of the Persepolis Palace appeared on the surface of his gilded armor.
He pulled out the scimitar that was stuck in the base of the hourglass, and the sandstorm stirred up by the blade made the cloaks of all the company commanders rustle.
Hot sand spurted out from the gaps in the armor plates of the Sand Lurker, and the Persian lion statue on the bow opened its molten lava eyes.
Xerxes inserted the scimitar into the tactical table, and the dust instantly submerged the entire star map: "I swear by the Holy Spring of Anahita, when the sea of sand recedes, the enemies of the empire will become mummies in the desert!"
At the moment when Xerxes summoned the sandstorm, under the observation deck, Trazyn, with his naughty little hands, was doing his own thing.
Just as Trazyn took the opportunity to use the phase blade to pry the glazed bricks of the observation deck, he was swallowed up by the sudden surge of quicksand.
As his head sank in the sea of sand, he was still shouting, "Damn it! Tell me earlier next time you throw a sandstorm..."
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"For Macragge!"
Chapter Master Calgar's roar exploded across the communication channel, and twelve members of the Ultramarines Honor Guard leapt out from the burning ruins.
Their blue armor was covered with scratches like the teeth marks of insects and orcs, but they still maintained a perfect assault formation and moved forward.
The Orc war fortress "Rusted Sun" was spewing poisonous smoke two kilometers away. On the 500-meter-high mountain of steel garbage, the Orc masters were cheering loudly.
"waaaaaaagh! Get rid of those blue cans!"
"waaaaaaaagh!!! Make those blue can heads into bowls!"
Calgar crushed the twitching greenskin corpse under his feet, and coolant with the smell of Macragge sea salt seeped out from the gaps in his fine power armor.
He raised his bloodied Power Fist towards the enemy fortress: "For Macragge! For Guilliman! For the Emperor! Forward!"