Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 134 The Lion Bows His Head
The Battle of Randan is drawing to a close.

The fleets of the Dark Angels and the Ultramarines have surrounded the home planet of the Randan people, and the attacks of macro cannons and light spears continue to consume the Randan's air defense capabilities.

According to the original tactics, they should have made full use of the fleet's space warfare advantages, relying on the Necrons' alien technology and the deadly weapons analyzed in recent years to target the Randan alien's psychic weaknesses, to annihilate their living space forces to the greatest extent, and finally conduct large-scale landing operations.

When a hole was torn in the air defense position in the north of the planet, the arrogant Ryan Johnson directly ordered Captain Lazarus of the Fifth Company of the Dark Angels to lead the spearhead troops to conduct an early landing operation, disintegrate Randan's defense force from within, and force the air defense position to divide its troops to support the ground forces.

"This arrogant fool!"

On the Macragge's Glory, the Second Primarch was extremely angry and punched the control platform hard, leaving deep dents on the hard metal and white arcs of electricity jumping on his steel gloves.

Even Guilliman was very dissatisfied with Lionel Johnson's behavior of disrupting tactical planning and disrupting the rhythm of the attack.

"He is very impatient. I sensed that a long time ago. Ryan Johnson gave me a feeling of being greedy and reckless. I have studied his previous combat records. His style of sweeping and crushing others and advancing step by step is extremely inconsistent with his behavior in this joint operation."

"Sometimes, I even wonder if the person sitting on the throne of the Truth is the real Ryan Jonson or a poor substitute."

"No need to make excuses for him, Guilliman."

Galen interrupted the Regent and made a decisive statement.

"He is just trying to take credit. He is trying to prove himself, to prove that he is more capable than you and me. Remember what Alpharius said about the Warmaster?"

"Of course." Guilliman nodded.

"Lion Jonson, the Emperor's eldest son, has his eyes on the throne of Warmaster. How could the proud Lion of Caliban give up such an honor?"

Galen said in a sarcastic tone.

It seemed like he was condemning Ryan for disregarding the feelings between brothers and doing whatever it takes for status and power. They had fought together for so many years, but even if it was a piece of cold stone, it should have warmed up after being in his heart for so many years, right?

And what did Ryan do? He stabbed his brother in the chest with an icy knife.

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The communications channel connected, and the voice of the Lion of Caliban appeared on Guilliman's flagship.

"Hey, hey, hey, man, what's going on? It's not time for the landing operation yet, right?"

He said it casually, pretending not to care.

"I don't need to explain to you that I have always been the supreme commander of the Randan Campaign."

Ryan Johnson's tone was cold and dull, and he hung up the phone right after he finished speaking.

"asshole--!"

"He'll have to suffer for it. A beast that is cornered is not so easy to deal with."

According to the subspace timer, this time should be midnight.

However, the sky was colorful. The light spear cannon collided with the psychic barrier, and a strange and colorful scene was like a ball of fluorescent paint splashed on the surface of the planet.

The sky was filled with flames and smoke.

The fierce battle extended from the sky to the earth. The advance troops of the Dark Angels had already landed on the heart of the Randan people in the landing capsule that dropped from the sky.

As far as Lazarus could remember, he and his warriors had never run out of ammunition in a battle. Each Astartes carried enough ammunition to ensure that they could handle most types of battles.

And usually one explosive bomb can kill an enemy, so there is no problem of wasting ammunition.

All the ammunition supply boxes were left behind at the landing point, and they had no way to break through the siege and rush back. The Emperor's eldest son's resolute advance had led to this situation.

Lazarus had long since run out of ammunition, and he was grateful to his lieutenant Zakaria for insisting on subsonic rounds, as they would create a satisfyingly deadly explosion inside the Randan golem.

"Will they not stop while the throne is on it?" Sergeant Asher gasped. "I must have killed more than a hundred of these damned creatures."

“You may have killed the enemy repeatedly,” Lazarus replied, cleaning the gray filth off his winged sword. “If you don’t destroy the heads, they will come back again. I have cut down at least six or seven enemies with bullet wounds.”

Adjutant Zakaria nodded and said, "Wait a minute, the Titan is about to fire again."

As the Titans began their deadly bombardment again, Lazarus grabbed hold of a slightly more solid piece of ruins.

Like the majestic giants that were said to haunt the mists of Barbarus, the Titans emerged from the mists with fists of thunder and fire.

High explosives hurled the puppets into the air, and dank mushroom clouds bloomed from the swamp.

Even the atmosphere was shaken by the shockwaves raised by the Titan's attack, and rubble and sand fell from the Glory of Terra like an avalanche under the impact of the explosion and the giant foot.

Three times the puppet hordes overran the ramp of rubble and debris leading to the landing point, and three times the Astartes pushed them back, first with guns, and when the bullets ran out, they used swords and brute force.

In each engagement they killed hundreds of enemies, but in each encounter four or five Astartes were dragged deeper into the swamp.

Under normal circumstances, the Astartes would not encounter any trouble in dealing with these mindless puppets, but unfortunately they have lost the follow-up support of the main force, and with the endless waves of puppet charges that cannot be killed at all, the warriors are now very anxious.

"I hope my father can open another gap as soon as possible and send in more support, otherwise the situation will be dire."

High in the sky, an entire company of Astartes was most likely destroyed on the home planet of Randan because of a stupid decision made by the commander.

Ryan Johnson's face looked a little ugly. The torn hole was a trap set by the Randan people. They thought they could attract at least one Primarch to land and assault, but only an elite company of the Dark Angels came.

Now, Ran Dan's fleet is attacking like crazy and is determined to wipe out the company alive. This is related to the morale of the war.

"Get me the Macragge's Glory."

Ryan Johnson made this decision with difficulty.

"I admit that my combat decision was wrong, and I need your help."

"Respected Randan Battle Commander, what ability do we have to achieve a defense line that even the great First Legion cannot break through?"

Galen's mocking voice came from the other end.

"Forget it, Galen, stop torturing Ryan."

Guilliman came out at the right time to smooth things over. As the final outcome of the battle was at stake, Guilliman really didn't want to see any more problems.

The best option is to end the Randan battle as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)