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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 weapons and incendiary weapons burst into dazzling light in the unlit landing port. The dark blue plasma of plasma weapons burned and evaporated the power armor of the Alpha warriors. The Astartes hit by these relic-level weapons were evaporated instantly.

The Dreadwing veterans pressed forward like an insurmountable mountain, while the more agile Deathwing warriors quickly raided nearby, using terrifying close combat to defeat Alpha's formation.

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.

Chapter 343 We Are the Fist of the Empire

Deep within the Hydra Landing Port, more Alphas are launching a fierce attack on the last defenders.

The remaining Imperial Fists and some Husar guards have retreated to the outside of the reactor room. Behind them is the hot plasma reactor core of the Hydra Satellite Fortress.

The Imperial Fists leaned their backs against the heavy adamantine gate and fixed their guardian storm shields in front of them to form a shield wall.

Achamos, the leader of the Husar Guards, was gasping for breath. His sight was filled with corpses of mortal auxiliary soldiers of the Hell Cavalry Regiment. They were assassinated by the Alphas in fear and confusion. Many of the headless corpses were the result of headshots from long-range sniper rifles.

Among the corpses of mortals, the bright yellow power armor of the Imperial Fists was so eye-catching. These strong warriors fell before the last line of defense, but they also took away more enemy lives.

Relying on his understanding of the structural layout of Hydra, Achamos deployed the remaining combat brothers in the most critical positions. They used the grenade launchers in their hands to delay the enemy's attack speed.

There were only a dozen Husar guards left by Achamos' side, and the Alphas began to spread out from the darkness as if endless.

Only dozens of remaining Hell Cavalry Regiment soldiers were protecting the Imperial Fists. Their organization had been completely disbanded by the Alphas, with company commanders at every level taking over after the death of their predecessors, starting with the highest commander.

However, the new commander was sniped and killed again less than five minutes after taking office.

They are equipped with high-energy laser rifles and wear simple force feedback armor. Under the right conditions, these excellent Solar Auxiliary Forces can even achieve a good exchange ratio with the Astartes.

But unfortunately, in this desperate situation, mortals are too powerless to face the elusive Alphas.

The Alpha Legion's deadly strike bombs easily turned the two mortal auxiliary soldiers into minced meat on the ground. The fully overflowing bombs even penetrated the temporary bunker constructed by the Imperial Fists.

Archamos roared, he did not send out his remaining strength, everyone stayed in front of the last gate, relying on the shield wall in front of them and the powerful defensive Terminator power armor, trying their best to delay time.

"My Lord, our communication channel has detected an abnormal signal coming from outside the Hydra Satellite Fortress. Our auspicious instrument has detected violent energy fluctuations. It is very likely that Lord Dorn has come to support us."

An Imperial Fists technical sergeant reported that the mechanical arms on his body had been worn out in the battle, and his bright yellow power armor was covered with hideous bomb craters. Those fatal bombs were too dangerous even for the Astartes.

Achamos' expression remained unchanged because he saw enemies rushing up from the darkness.

Those Lerna Terminators with ugly scale-like patterns charged silently. The Alphas threw out countless platinum grappling hooks, and the electronic muscle bundles of the power armor exerted force and immediately hooked onto the shield wall of the Imperial Fists.

A tremendous force came from the other end of the hook, and the storm shield in the Imperial Fist's hand began to shake, but the warrior tried his best to stabilize his chassis. However, Alpha would not let go of this fleeting loophole.

A dull power sword pierced through the gap, and the activated decomposition field penetrated into the gap in the belly of the Terminator armor, cutting through the ceramic steel armor and sinking into the abdomen, tearing his internal organs and instantly severely injuring the old Imperial Fists soldier.

The severely injured Imperial Fist could no longer maintain the shield wall. He pounced on the enemy like a fallen stone statue. The Solar Power Gauntlet in his hand also tore the enemy's ceramic steel helmet into pieces, and the explosion blew up the head of the Lerna Terminator.

More and more Lerna Terminators rushed forward, using the ferocious firepower of their bolt pistols to suppress the Imperial Fists, and the Alphas were like ferocious snakes, stabbing their venomous fangs into the Imperial Fists' defenses.

Achamos and his battle brothers had to withdraw the storm shield and use the shields to repel the enemy while slowly shrinking the defense line.

The Hydra warriors' attacks rose and fell like waves, with each peak connected to another. The continuous and powerful attacks made Achamos almost breathless.

"We are the Imperial Fists! Sons of Rogal Dorn!"

"Terra Guard!"

“We are strong and unyielding!”

The hoarse war cry echoed among the corpses scattered all over the ground. All the mortal auxiliary troops had been killed, and their corpses were soaked with blood, leaving only Achamos and his ten battle brothers.

Suddenly, Achamos felt the enemy's attack retreat, and then a huge figure attacked like lightning. The dynamic vision of the Husar guards could not even detect the opponent's trace. The Alpha warrior held a silver spear and killed him alone.

Fast, too fast. Alpha used his spear to pierce through the storm shield of an Imperial Fists warrior, and even the power armor behind the shield was pierced through.

Achamos saw that the cold spear just pierced through the goggles of the battle brother, and the tip of the spear penetrated into his brain, crushing the brain tissue and then withdrawing effortlessly, without any sign of being stuck in the skull and helmet, completing the fatal blow.

This was not something a Space Marine could do, a perfect combination of strength, skill and experience that Achamos had only seen in his Primarch.

However, the son of Dorne was fearless. He pushed his half-broken storm shield and swung his thunder hammer at the enemy. He had to seize the tiny chance that the opponent's spear was dragged by the body of his fighting brother, otherwise he would have no chance of winning in a head-on battle.

Achamos didn't know that the timing he thought was exactly the bait that the enemy could release, and when he pushed his storm shield forward, the Alpha warrior turned perfectly and pierced the storm shield with the other end of the spear, nailing his second heart.

The transformation surgery that the Astartes underwent gave them a second heart, which could sustain life even if one heart was shattered. Although the Imperial Fists with a pierced heart did not die immediately, they were undoubtedly in a state of near death.

"We are the Imperial Fists!"

Achamos was still roaring, and he tried to swing his thunder hammer again despite his injuries, but his weapon was broken into two pieces by the enemy's slightly shorter combat dagger.

The rebels did not continue to kill this tenacious Imperial Fist. He suddenly froze in place, and Achamos could faintly hear screams and alarms coming from the opponent's tactical helmet.

The Alphas who were attacking the Last Imperial Fist stopped their actions tacitly. They looked a little stunned and panicked.

"Too late."

Achamos smiled with relief, as a large amount of internal organ fragments and blood gushed out of his trachea, continuously accumulating in the helmet and almost flooding his nasal cavity.

He knew that reinforcements had arrived and the traitors had no chance.

With a deafening roar, the bottom floor of the Hydra Fortress was completely blasted open by the Dark Angel's Terrorwing using a technological relic. Red-hot steel dripped into boiling molten iron, gathering on the ground to form a shallow metal river.

The grim dark angels entered the battlefield through the opened hole. When the molten metal falling from the sky landed on their armor, a thin layer of energy shield prevented the erosion of the molten metal.

Ryan Jonson was the first to arrive at the battlefield. The indifferent Caliban Lion King swept his eyes across the corpses on the ground, and then locked onto a figure holding a silver spear among the many Lerna Terminators.

Achamos was thrown to the ground mercilessly, and the extremely sharp spear was pulled out from his second heart. The severe pain tortured Achamos's nerves. Alpha faced Ryan Johnson who came over vigilantly and slowly took off his helmet.

An Alpha with a heroic face and deep eyes revealed his true face, and the other Lerna Terminators also took off their helmets.

The Dark Angels were stunned for a moment, because the Alpha Warriors in front of them were exactly the same. They had the same faces, the same expressions, and even their heights and body shapes were almost the same.

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