"The right wing is mine!" Ouyi’s roar exploded in the communication channel. Bach’er glanced at the orangish-red armor slicing through the smoke in an arc, as the Ironfist Battle Captain led the Terminator Squad, piercing through the Green Skins’ defenses with Thunder Battle Hamrs. The warriors of Steel Bone Butcher imdiately contracted their formation, creating a vortex of death with chain-saw swords to wipe out stragglers.
The Beastman’s unique stench suddenly beca more intense. Bach’er swung his arm backward, cleaving through approaching foes, spattering foul green blood onto the Steel Skull Badge on the shoulders of his Power Armor. His peripheral gaze swept across the battlefield, observing that the Ironfist warriors maintained their signature trident advancing formation — the Blast Bomb gunners on each wing alternated in cover, while the Central Assault Team ever held high the Earth Splitting Battle Banner inherited from the Punisher Legion.
"Waaagh!!"
Deafening roars emanated from below, and the entire plain suddenly surged like waves. A twenty-ter-tall Beastman Warlord burst through the rock strata, its corroded Power Claws tearing apart five Chira troop transports. Bach’er felt his teeth quivering as the monster’s jangling tal skulls adorned its body, each originating from an Interstellar Warrior it had torn apart.
"By the Holy Blood..." Instinctively, the Steel Bone Battle Captain reached for the Holy Relic Box at his waist, but saw that Ouyi had already drawn the Punishnt Type Power Sword. The Ironfist Ambassador’s warriors unfolded their boarding shields in unison, their actions identical to when they fought the Genetic Thieves forty years ago in the Salamas Nest Capital.
"Old rules?" Ouyi’s voice carried a hint of amusent, with scorching red light streaming out through the seams of his faceplate. Bach’er suddenly recalled the scene where they joined forces to slay the Terran warriors in their youth; doubts evaporated like morning mist under the sun. He heavily knocked the breastplate, and the Steel Bone Butchers imdiately ford into three sharp unit formations.
As the Ironfist Terminators lted through the knees of the Warlord with a torrent of heat, Bach’er was leading veterans from the first company onto the monster’s back. His chain-saw sword jamd in the armor seam, the flying sparks turning his goggles blood-red. Suddenly from below ca familiar war cries — twenty Ironfist recruits had ford a human ladder to lift Ouyi into the air, the ion arc light from the Battle Captain’s sword blade dazzling everyone’s eyes to blindness.
"For The Emperor!!" The blades of two generations of Battle Captains simultaneously pierced into the Beastman’s eye socket. Bach’er heard the muffled sound of a skull shattering, blended with the clangor of steel and iron, reminiscent of their joint charge beneath the glaciers of the Mother Star in the past. As the Warlord toppled to the ground, he saw Ouyi’s battle standard impaling the monster’s chest, the charred bullet holes on the flag mirroring those from the battle thirty years ago during the mission to aid the Steel Bone Mother Star.
The surviving warriors in the smoke began to hamr their shields with Warhamrs, the steel symphony of the Steel Bone Butcher intertwining with the plasma hum of the Ironfist Ambassador, forming an ancient rhythm. Bach’er bent down to pick up half a bloodstained orangish-red shoulder blade, the Ring of Punishnt insignia was bleeding — identical to the piece that shattered forty years ago when Ouyi blocked the Poison Blade Cannon for him.
"Do reinforcents inherit this too?" He wiped the blood and gri off the tal fragnt. Ouyi walked over and tore open the damaged neck armor, revealing the fierce glacier crack tattoo underneath — each Ironfist warrior engraves this mark at the sa position upon promoting to veteran.
"Bloodlines can be copied, but souls cannot." The Battle Captain pointed at the Pharmacist collecting Genetic Seeds, "See what those kids are engraving on the Holy Armor?" Bach’er leaned close to the armor of the recruits, finding densely inscribed rune characters amid the scars of gunfire, nas of the fallen generations of warriors from the Ironfist Ambassador.
As the blue light of orbital bombardnt pierced through the clouds, the banners of both battle groups were already planted on the furnace core of the Green Skin Farm. The Steel Bone warriors adorned their Power Armor with Beastman teeth, while Ironfist recruits sang the Punishnt Hymn around the bodies of their fallen brothers. Bach’er gazed at the battlefield lted by plasma, suddenly noticing the new Majestic Armor shimring with a matte gloss identical to the old Sky Eagle Armor under the sunset.
Like waves surging. A twenty-ter-tall Beastman Warlord burst through the rock strata, its corroded Power Claws tearing apart five Chira troop transports. Bach’er felt his teeth quivering as the monster’s jangling tal skulls adorned its body, each originating from an Interstellar Warrior it had torn apart.
"By the Holy Blood..." Instinctively, the Steel Bone Battle Captain reached for the Holy Relic Box at his waist, but saw that Ouyi had already drawn the Punishnt Type Power Sword. The Ironfist Ambassador’s warriors unfolded their boarding shields in unison, their actions identical to when they fought the Genetic Thieves forty years ago in the Salamas Nest Capital.
"Old rules?" Ouyi’s voice carried a hint of amusent, with scorching red light streaming out through the seams of his faceplate. Bach’er suddenly recalled the scene where they joined forces to slay the Terran warriors in their youth; doubts evaporated like morning mist under the sun. He heavily knocked the breastplate, and the Steel Bone Butchers imdiately ford into three sharp unit formations.
As the Ironfist Terminators lted through the knees of the Warlord with a torrent of heat, Bach’er was leading veterans from the first company onto the monster’s back. His chain-saw sword jamd in the armor seam, the flying sparks turning his goggles blood-red. Suddenly from below ca familiar war cries — twenty Ironfist recruits had ford a human ladder to lift Ouyi into the air, the ion arc light from the Battle Captain’s sword blade dazzling everyone’s eyes to blindness.
"For The Emperor!!" The blades of two generations of Battle Captains simultaneously pierced into the Beastman’s eye socket. Bach’er heard the muffled sound of a skull shattering, blended with the clangor of steel and iron, reminiscent of their joint charge beneath the glaciers of the Mother Star in the past. As the Warlord toppled to the ground, he saw Ouyi’s battle standard impaling the monster’s chest, the charred bullet holes on the flag mirroring those from the battle thirty years ago during the mission to aid the Steel Bone Mother Star.
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