Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 342 This is a massacre (please subscribe)

The Lion of Caliban parachuted into Hydra's landing port with four thousand elite Dark Angel veterans, most of whom were inner circle veterans of the Deathwing and Terrorwing.

The internal structure of the First Legion is extremely complex. Ryan divided it into the Knights, Chapters and Six Wings to check and balance each other. Although the Inner Circle of the Dark Angels is not a specific position, the various orders and associations that exist among the Dark Angels make the birth of the Inner Circle inevitable.

Sometimes, an ordinary company soldier may be an important member of a certain order. They guard their own secrets and have various unique methods of warfare.

These silent, serious and introverted elite veterans are the true foundation of the Dark Angels Legion. When Ryan charges wantonly in the enemy camp, the inner circle veterans can always follow closely behind him like a shadow.

Clad in Star-type Terminator power armor, wielding heavy Terran swords, and firing their loyal plasma projectors, they have become the embodiment of the word death.

Even Alpha's equally elite Lerna Terminator fell like a dead tree or rotten wood in front of the Dark Angels. In a frontal combat, the Dark Angels were fully capable of slaughtering Alpha.

The absolute generation gap between equipment makes the gap even more terrifying. This is an unequal war.

Realizing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, the Alphas immediately scattered and hid. They split up into small groups and tried their best to utilize their concealment and infiltration capabilities.

Alpha's reconnaissance team hid in the huge gantry bridge and piles of containers at the landing port. This place was originally a transit station for material transportation, and the terrain conditions and environment were extremely complex.

The Alpha Legion was no stranger to the new technologies appearing in the Far Eastern Star Region. As early as when they sent assassins disguised as Ventanus to assassinate Guilliman, the Alpha Legion had conducted an in-depth survey of the Five Hundred Worlds.

However, even though they knew the information about the Star-type power armor, the Alphas had no way to crack it. This more powerful power armor was pure hard power, and it was extremely difficult for them to even penetrate the defense.

High-precision shooting from heavy sniper rifles came from various dark corners. The Alphas hoped to shorten the gap between the two with long-range attacks. Several front-line commanders and flag bearers of the Imperial Fists stationed in Hydra were killed by their secret sniping.

However, the explosion of the bombs and the attack of the high-energy laser beams had little effect on the Star-type power armor, and in the dust of the torn bunker, the Dark Angels' Death Wing veterans disappeared without a trace.

Among the many legions, Alpha, Raven Guard, and Midnight Haunter are all known for lurking infiltration and assassination. However, many people seem to have formed a stereotype that only these three legions are particularly good at this.

Many people have forgotten that the First Legion is the original master version of all legions. The Dark Angels possess the tactical characteristics of all legions, including individual special operations and lurking assassination operations.

Likewise, the Dark Angel veterans who were tracking Alpha broke up into small groups and disappeared behind Ryan like mercury, their terrifying figures infiltrated the intricate environment of the landing port.

Even though the armor on their bodies is extremely heavy, these veterans still move silently, and the Thinker processor at the core of the power armor keeps in touch with other soldiers at all times.

Several finger-sized metal balls detached from the Dark Angel's power armor. The spider-like micro robots that began to replicate and spread after landing were like countless pairs of sharp eyes.

They are able to enter narrow passages and microscopic holes that the Dark Angels cannot enter, and their highly sensitive integrated cameras can simultaneously search for enemies through multi-spectral scanning.

The extremely sensitive gyroscopes are incredibly sensitive to vibrations. Even the smallest vibrations in the air and abnormal air flow will trigger their warnings.

In an extremely dangerous infiltration operation, the Dark Angels seemed to have turned on a X-ray cheat and easily discovered the location of the Alphas.

The barely perceptible sounds of cutting and piercing were heard in the darkness. The Alphas who were hiding were brutally killed by the Dark Angels, forcing them to come out of their hiding places.

The cost of being exposed was extremely heavy. Redros, who had been ready for a long time, led his Dreadwing veterans to launch a saturation fire bombing.

The flames of countless melta and incendiary weapons erupted in a blinding blaze across the now-unlit landing bay. The pale blue plasma of plasma weapons seared and evaporated the power armor of the Alpha warriors, instantly vaporizing any Astartes struck by these relic-class weapons. The Dreadwing veterans pressed forward like an insurmountable mountain, while the more agile Deathwing warriors swooped in nearby, shattering the Alpha formation with terrifying close-quarters combat.

When Ryan Johnson arrived at the other end of the landing port, there were no living Alpha warriors on the battlefield where a brutal war had just broken out.

Thousands of Hydra warriors were brutally slaughtered, some burned by long-range incendiary weapons, and some blasted to death by the Dark Angels' greatswords and hammers of redemption.

The proud Lion King reviewed the results given by his offspring, and the number of Dark Angels killed did not even exceed double digits.

"The Emperor is watching you and me, Houguin, Redros. Clear this landing port immediately."

Ryan's combat boots stepped over the pool of Alpha's blood, as if a king was inspecting his territory, while the two grand masters bowed respectfully and followed behind the primarch.

Lying on the ground were corpses of Space Marines painted in various colors, the most numerous of which were the gray-blue power armor of the Alpha Legion, with a small number of black-brown Iron Cavalry Terminators mixed in, and golden guardian storm shields on the edges.

Those were the remains of the Imperial Fists defenders, who had lost their lives in the Alpha Legion's raid, but had also bought enough time.

The Dark Angels had no time to collect the remains of these loyal brothers, for they were busy hunting down more traitors to comfort the fallen Imperial Fists.

The Dark Angels found a veteran Imperial Fists soldier in a state of suspended animation among the corpses. Half of his body had been turned to charcoal by Alpha's incendiary weapons, but he was still not dead.

The Son of Dorne's tenacity was amazing; even with most of his organs failing, he still couldn't be killed.

The legion pharmacist immediately performed first aid. A large amount of hormones and therapeutic drugs were injected into the body of the Son of Dorn. Medical nanorobots entered the body through the needle and quickly repaired the damaged organs.

These technological products from the glorious past can autonomously identify damage to biological systems, even for "humans" like Astartes who have two hearts and three lungs and have undergone nineteen surgeries throughout their bodies.

Under the guidance of the pharmacist and the Legion Librarian, the Imperial Fists warrior, who had been in a deep state of suspended animation, suddenly woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he swung his power gauntlet at the strange Astartes in front of him.

However, the Imperial Fist was too weak due to his severe injuries, and his counterattack was easily suppressed.

The sedatives and analgesics injected into the body began to take effect, and the furious Imperial Fists finally reacted and realized that the people in front of them were not the Alpha Legion soldiers who had ambushed them.

Ryan, wearing black and gold armor and a lion helmet, came in front of the warrior.

The Imperial Fists immediately showed an expression of intense shock; this was definitely the Primarch of the Dark Angels.

The violent heartbeat even caused the barely repaired blood vessels to show signs of rupture. The Imperial Fist warrior didn't care about his own life or death at all. He just calmly reported the situation of the Hydra Satellite Fortress to Ryan Johnson.

"Lord Ryan, Alpha's traitors are attacking our reactor control center. Please stop them. Our Husar guard leader Achamos is organizing the battle brothers to resist the attack."

Ryan nodded solemnly, then personally led the guards into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)