Chapter 1546: Chapter 879:
The iron-gray armored throng 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 leaped from the transport door, the power backpack spitting out azure flas—the warrior fired a thermite cannon mid-air, shattering the engine of a green skin truck, with the exploding tal shrapnel raining down like a storm upon the Beastman horde.
“I’ll take the right wing!” Ouyi’s roar exploded in the communication channel. Bach’er glimpsed the arc of orange-red arm armor slicing through the smoke, as the Terminator Squad led by the Ironfist Battle Captain ramd through the green skin defensive line with Thunder Battle Hamrs. The warriors of the Steel Bone Butcher imdiately contracted their formation, creating a death vortex with their chain-saw swords to annihilate any stragglers.
The peculiar stench of the Beastman suddenly intensified. Bach’er countered the oncoming jumper, the green blood splattering on the Steel Skull Badge on his power armor shoulder. In his peripheral vision, he saw that the Ironfist warriors still maintained their signature Trident formation—the blast bomb gunners on the flanks alternated their cover fire while the Central Assault Team always held aloft the Earth Splitting Battle Banner inherited from the Punisher Legion.
“Waaagh!!”
A deafening roar emanated from beneath the ground, and suddenly the entire plain undulated like waves. A twenty-ter-tall Beastman Warlord burst through the rock layer, its rusted power claw tearing through five Chira transport vehicles. Bach’er felt his teeth chattering, with the monster’s body adorned with clanking tal skulls—each one belonging to an Interstellar Warrior it had shredded.
“Holy Blood above…” The Steel Bone Battle Captain instinctively reached for the Holy Relic Box at his waist, only to see Ouyi already drawing the Punishnt Type Power Sword. The Ironfist Ambassador’s warriors simultaneously unfolded their boarding shields, their movents identical to forty years ago when they fought the gene thieves in the Zarama’s Nest Capital.
“Old rules?” Ouyi’s voice carried a smile, searing red light streaming from the slit of his face mask. Bach’er suddenly rembered when they had tead up to kill a Terran warrior in their youth, and the doubts in his heart dissipated like morning mist under the sun. He struck his breastplate heavily, prompting the Steel Bone Butcher to split into three wedge formations.
As the Ironfist Terminators lted the Warlord’s knees with a thermite torrent, Bach’er led the first company veterans up the monster’s back. His chain-saw sword caught in the armor seams, spraying sparks that stained his visor blood red. Below, a familiar battle cry arose—a human ladder made by twenty Ironfist recruits sent Ouyi soaring into the air, while the Battle Captain’s blade lit up with a blinding ion arc light.
“For the Emperor!!” The blades of two generations of Battle Captains simultaneously impaled the Beastman’s eye socket. Amid the muffled sound of the skull’s explosion, Bach’er heard the clash of steel and iron, just like their first charge together under the glacier on their mother star. As the Warlord toppled, he saw Ouyi’s battle banner planted in the creature’s chest, its scorched and perforated surface identical to that from the campaign to aid the Steel Bone Mother Star thirty years ago.
The surviving warriors in the smoke began rhythmically hamring their shields with their warhamrs, the steel symphony of the Steel Bone Butcher intertwining with the plasma hum of the Ironfist Ambassador into an ancient rhythm. Bach’er bent down to pick up half a blood-splattered orange-red shoulder plate, its Ring of Punishnt badge bleeding—exactly like the piece that shattered when Ouyi shielded him from a Poison Blade Cannon blast forty years ago.
“Will the new soldiers inherit this too?” he asked, wiping the blood stains from the tal fragnt. Ouyi walked over and pulled open his damaged throat guard, revealing the fierce glacier fissure tattoo beneath—each Ironfist warrior brands this mark in the sa place when ascending to veteran status.
“Bloodline can be copied, soul cannot.” The Battle Captain pointed to the Pharmacist reclaiming genetic seeds, “See what those kids are engraving on the Holy Armor?” Bach’er approached the new soldiers’ armor, finding the gaps between the bullet holes inscribed with dense runes, the nas of fallen warriors from the Ironfist Ambassador throughout the ages.
As the blue light of orbital bombardnt pierced through the clouds, the banners of the two battle groups were already planted atop the furnace core of the Green Skin Farm. The Steel Bone warriors decorated their power armor with Beastman teeth, while Ironfist recruits circled their fallen brothers’ bodies, singing the Punishnt Hymn. Bach’er looked at the battlefield reclaid by plasma fusion, suddenly discovering that the new majestic armor, under the sunset, emitted the sa matte sheen as the old Sky Eagle Armor.
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