On the drop deck of the Macragge's Glory.
A hundred Space Marines were waiting for the order to drop, surrounded by the humming sound of machinery.
The battle to wipe out the plague fleet continues.
From time to time, you can see brilliant beams of light streaking across the cold and quiet space, which is very dazzling.
On the battlefield, the scene of some plague ships disintegrating in flames and silently collapsing was also very shocking.
With the flagship destroyed, the Plague Fleet's combat effectiveness plummeted and it was massacred by the Imperial Fleet.
Other warships were still chasing the plague ships that tried to resist or escape, adding another stroke to their glorious record.
The Macragge's Glory forgoes this great opportunity for glory.
Compared to the glory of nothingness, Guilliman cares more about what happens on the surface.
Those Plague Marines must be planning some horrible and evil ritual again.
There is absolutely no harm in stopping them as soon as possible.
These one hundred Space Marines came from two different Chapters, forming a unique spearhead force.
Guilliman tried to mix different chapters together to fight together, so that they would no longer be in the old pattern of independent and lone wolf chapters.
He intended to adopt a completely new system. When conducting guerrilla warfare, these war groups could fight on their own, and when they gathered together, they could fight in a large scale and in an organized manner like during the Great Crusade.
In that case, he could deploy tens of thousands of perfectly coordinated Space Marines at once in certain large-scale battles to crush all enemies with ease. He could also let the warbands fight on their own on specific battlefields to improve efficiency.
Among the one hundred Space Marines, fifty were from the Ultramarines. They were wearing the Ultramarines' unique dark blue armor. The Ultramarines veterans in the front row were even all wearing Terminator armor.
Another fifty were from the Aurora Chapter, a successor to the Ultramarines, their armour painted grey with splashes of blue.
This chapter is not as wealthy as the Ultramarines. Only two or three veterans wear Terminator armor, and the rest are wearing standard armor.
On the deck, hundreds of technical experts and machine slaves were busy coming and going, preparing for the Space Marines' landing operation.
Space Marines wearing Terminator armor are performing self-inspections with the help of the Mechanical Priest to ensure that the armor is in good operating condition and to ensure that their terrifying combat power is not greatly reduced due to poor maintenance.
The Space Marines wearing standard power armor were equipped with tall assault shields with the assistance of armed servitors.
While standard power armor lacks the sheer thickness of Terminator armor, the bulky assault shields will enhance their survivability in close quarters combat during the upcoming air raid operations.
With a rumbling sound, the elevator lifted the ammunition stored on the lower floor to the deck.
The chapter servants, dressed in neat uniforms and with the help of mechanical slaves, distributed the ammunition to each warrior.
At the same time, all Space Marines conducted a final pre-battle inspection of their own and their comrades' armor and weapons.
The Chapter Chaplain strode through the ranks, listening to the warriors' oaths and affixing the oath papers to their armor with wax.
With a hissing sound, the sacred hot iron seal was stamped on the sealing wax cover.
Thanks to years of training, every member, whether a warrior or a servant, is working perfectly and efficiently.
"The Macragge's Glory has entered the planet's orbit. The airborne operation will begin in ten minutes."
The announcement was drowned out by the noise and din of preparations being made, but was not repeated.
The Space Marines' hearing was enhanced and they all heard the order clearly.
Immediately, a deafening horn sounded on the deck.
All the Space Marines and servants stopped what they were doing, stood at attention, and looked in the direction of the arch with burning eyes.
Under their expectant gazes, a magnificent giant clad in the azure armor of destiny strode towards them to the sound of loud trumpets, followed closely by the Glory Guard.
The visitor was none other than Guilliman, the Regent of the Empire, the Lord of Ultramar, the genetic father of the great Ultramarines, and the thirteenth son of the Emperor.
Guilliman wore the Hand of Domination gauntlet on his left hand and the silent Emperor's Sword on his waist.
The strength and will revealed in his every gesture made all mortals hold their breath.
"Are you ready?" Guilliman looked at the many Space Marines and spoke in a low voice.
"Sir, everything is ready." The captain of the Aurora Regiment said loudly.
"We are ready to be deployed at any time, my lord," said Sicarius, the second captain of the Ultramarines Chapter.
The other Space Marines all stood straight, looking at Guilliman with awe and admiration.
Admiration shone like light on their faces, and they were ready to die for this great man at any time.
"Very good." Guilliman looked at all the Space Marines firmly, "It's time to show those traitors the consequences of rebelling against the Empire and rebelling against humanity. The Empire will win."
"We will win."
"We will win."
The Space Marines roared, their loud voices drowning out all the noise.
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A group of Space Marines including Sicarius were loaded into airdrop capsules and thrown to the planet Sara by catapults like flowers scattered from the sky, turning into streams of fire that descended to the surface.
This is the most commonly used airborne method by Space Marines. It is fast, and when landing, it can also use the violent impact caused by falling from a high altitude to bring a wave of bombardment to the opponent, causing first-hand damage.
Guilliman and another group of warriors boarded the Thunderhawk transport plane to carry out landing operations.
The Primarchs and Terminators are too large to fit into drop pods and can only be transported using heavy aerial vehicles.
The planet Sara has been surrounded by pale green plague gas, and the ejected airdrop capsules are like cannonballs, rushing into the rolling plague cloud.
"Forty seconds, prepare for battle." Sicarius shouted as the drop capsule quickly entered the atmosphere of Sara.
The high-speed descent brought about an extremely strong and sharp sound of airflow. Even the thick walls of the airborne capsule could not completely block out this harsh sound.
The other warriors did not respond, but remained silent, always keeping themselves in the best possible state of preparation.
As the atmosphere became denser, the rocket thrusters at the bottom of the drop capsule began to activate, releasing powerful propulsion flames to increase the speed of descent.
The space capsule was shaking violently as it fell at high speed. The temperature inside gradually increased, and the huge friction force was transformed into noise and high heat.
The entire airdrop process will not exceed five minutes, which also includes the time the airdrop capsule spends flying in space.
Once it contacts the atmosphere of the target planet, it will activate its thrusters to speed up its descent, and it will fall from the altitude to the ground within tens of seconds.
Falling to the ground from an altitude of ten thousand meters in just a few tens of seconds, this kind of airdrop method is undoubtedly a death wish for other troops, as their bodies simply cannot withstand it.
But it’s no big deal for the Space Marines.
This airborne method also indirectly demonstrates the power of the Space Marines.
Sicarius tried hard to control his emotions. There was only noise around him. He could not see the enemy he was about to fight, nor could he see his comrades in the same airdrop capsule.
There was nothing he could do until the drop pod had completely landed.
Compared to this way of entering directly into the sky, he prefers the surgical precision and swift attack of the Storm Bird.
Guilliman had a very good reason for deciding to use drop pods to drop his troops.
Dropping the Space Marines, known as the Emperor's Angels, behind enemy lines without warning could cause a more devastating psychological shock and overwhelm the enemy in terms of momentum.
With a loud bang, the hatch of the drop pod blew outwards, and the straps binding the Space Marines also popped open.
They landed accurately on a traitor's artillery position.
The cultists with all kinds of blasphemous symbols tattooed on their faces and bodies hadn't even reacted to what was happening before they were blown away by the huge shock wave caused by the landing of the airdrop pod. Some of the cultists who were close to them had their bodies exploded directly, with some of their flesh and blood scattered.
"For Guilliman." Activating the power sword and holding the grenade launcher, Sicarius let out a battle cry.