The iron-gray armor clusters sped across the scorched earth, the roar of the Blast Bomb Guns making Bach’er’s eardrums tremble. He watched as an Ironfist Ambassador warrior leapt from the transport’s hatch, the jetpack spewing azure flas — in mid-air, the warrior shattered the engine of a Green Skins truck with a Thermite Cannon, the exploding tal shards piercing the Beastman horde like a rainstorm.
"Right wing is mine!" Ouyi’s shout blasted through the communication channel. Bach’er glimpsed the arc light carved by orange-red arm armor in the smoke; the Terminator Squad led by the Ironfist Battle Captain was piercing through the Green Skins’ defenses with Thunder Battle Hamrs. The warriors of the Steel Bone Butcher imdiately contracted their formation in harmony, strangling the stray targets with a death vortex ford by Chain-saw Swords.
The distinct stench of Beastn suddenly intensified. Bach’er swung his weapon to slaughter an approaching Jumper, its green blood splattering across the Power Armor’s shoulder-bearing Steel Skull Badge. His gaze swept across the battlefield, seeing the Ironfist warriors maintaining their iconic trident advance formation — alternating cover from Blast Bomb Gunners on both wings, with the Central Assault Team eternally raising the Earth Splitting Battle Banner inherited from the Punisher Legion.
"Waaagh!!"
A deafening roar emanated from underground, the whole plain suddenly rippling like waves. A twenty-ter high Beastman Warlord crashed through the rock boundaries, rusted Power Claws tearing apart five Chira troop carriers. Bach’er felt his teeth vibrating, while the dangling tal skulls on the monster clattered, each one from an Interstellar Warrior it had shredded.
"For the Holy Blood..." The Steel Bone Battle Captain instinctively moved toward the Holy Relic Box at his waist but saw Ouyi had already drawn the Punishnt Type Power Sword. The Ironfist Ambassador warriors swiftly deployed their folding Boarding Shields, in a movent identical to their confrontation against Gene Stealers in Salamis Nest Capital, forty years prior.
"The old way?" Ouyi’s voice bore a hint of laughter, scorching red light emanating from the faceplate seams. Bach’er suddenly recalled their joint slaying of Terran warriors in their youth, his doubts fading like morning mist in sunlight. He struck his chest armor heavily, prompting the Steel Bone Butchers to imdiately form into three wedge-shaped teams.
As the Ironfist Terminators lted through the Warlord’s knees with a Thermite torrent, Bach’er led the first company veterans up the monster’s back. His Chain-saw Sword wedged into the armor seam, flying sparks staining his visor in blood red. Below him, familiar battle shouts resounded — twenty Ironfist recruits ford a human ladder to send Ouyi soaring, the battle captain’s blade aglow with an eye-piercing ion arc light.
"For The Emperor!!" Both battle captains’ weapons simultaneously plunged into the Beastman’s eye socket. Amidst the dull explosion of bone splintering, Bach’er heard the symphony of steel and iron, reminiscent of their first charge together under the glaciers of their mother star years ago. As the Warlord fell thunderously, he saw Ouyi’s battle flag planted in the creature’s chest, its scorched black bullet holes were identical to those from the battle to rescue the Steel Bone Mother Star thirty years ago.
Surviving warriors in the gunpowder smoke began striking shields with Warhamrs, the steel orchestration of the Steel Bone Butchers intertwined with the plasma hum of the Ironfist Ambassadors, forming an ancient rhythm. Bach’er bent down to pick up a blood-stained fragnt of orange-red shoulder armor, the Ring of Punishnt emblem on it oozing blood — just like the piece broken forty years ago when Ouyi blocked a Poison Blade Cannon shot for him.
"Will the replacents inherit this too?" He wiped the blood off the tal shard. Ouyi strode over and tore open the damaged neck armor, revealing the fierce glacier crack tattoo underneath — a mark branded onto every Ironfist warrior upon their elevation to veteran status.
"Bloodlines can be copied, but spirits cannot," the battle captain gestured to the Pharmacist recovering Genetic Seeds, "See what those youngsters are inscribing on the Holy Armor?" Bach’er leaned close to the new recruits’ armor, discovering densely packed runic script in the shell markings — nas of fallen Ironfist Ambassador warriors throughout the ages.
As the blue light of orbital bombardnt pierced the clouds, the flags of both battle groups already adorned the furnace core of the Green Skin Farm. Steel Bone warriors decorated their Power Armor with Beastman teeth, while Ironfist recruits surrounded the bodies of fallen brothers singing the Punishnt Sacred Hymn. Bach’er watched the battlefield scorched by plasma, suddenly realizing that those brand-new Majestic Armors glittered under the sunset with the sa matte glow as the old Sky Eagle Armor. The iron-gray armor clusters sped across the scorched earth, the roar of the Blast Bomb Guns making Bach’er’s eardrums tremble. He watched as an Ironfist Ambassador warrior leapt from the transport’s hatch, the jetpack spewing azure flas — in mid-air, the warrior shattered the engine of a Green Skins truck with a Thermite Cannon, the exploding tal shards piercing the Beastman horde like a rainstorm.
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