The sound of machinery humming echoed on the Silver Hammer's carrier deck.
The Silver Skull Chapter team selected for ground combat jogged into their designated positions for a final weapons check.
The heavily armored Thunderhawk gunship transport had activated its engines, waiting to carry them to the ground.
The quartermaster servitor with hollowed-out ribs and equipped with servo machinery moved slowly between vehicles, using its steel-framed mechanical arms with exposed hydraulic pipes to place shells, power packs, and fuel pumps in designated locations.
Chapter servants came and went in a hurry, bringing equipment, insignia, weapons and ammunition to the Primaris Space Marines about to be deployed.
Chapter Chaplains marched along the rows of ready warriors, leading them in chanting the Chapter's battle rites and affixing oath papers to their warships.
Cherubim and silver-plated servo-skulls hovered above the warriors' heads, carrying censers that emitted thick smoke, filling the entire carrier deck with fumes.
Chapter Master Corvu and the Librarian stood in front of the observation deck, watching the final preparations.
A slave in a chapter robe came up and said respectfully.
"Captain Yin Se reported that the Imperial Fleet has successfully gained control of low-Earth orbit and is ready to conduct an airborne landing at any time."
"It looks like you will get the war you desire, Captain," said the Think Tank.
"You make me feel like a warmongering Space Wolf when you say that." Corvu looked at the Librarian of the Chapter and a smile appeared on his resolute face. It was obvious that he was joking with the Librarian.
"I follow the will of the Primarch and fight for Mankind and the Emperor. War is merely a means to be used, not a tool for our own pleasure."
"The ten thousand years of war has made us lose our original intention. The Emperor created us for peace, but many of our brothers are addicted to war. This is undoubtedly a great sorrow." The think tank smiled faintly, with some mockery in his tone.
"The Primarch will change all this," said Corvu. "We are changing, and humanity is changing too. Even if it is only a little bit for the Empire, it is a good start. Our mission is to help the Primarch continue to expand these changes. One day, the Emperor's dream will be realized."
"I hope so." The Think Tank said, and he took out an Emperor Tarot card, plain and simple.
Corvo took it and looked at the card. It was a Joker card that was fooling the audience and making them laugh.
"A clown of fate." said the Think Tank.
"What do you mean?" Korvu frowned. "Do you mean the fate of mankind or this battle?"
"I don't know. When I was fortune-telling, I thought too much and the result was biased. Maybe it's neither of the two, or maybe it represents both. The prophecy is full of uncertainty, and the Joker is the most complicated card in the Emperor Tarot, representing fooling and fun. Before the show ends, no one knows whose face is under the Joker's mask."
"You should concentrate on predicting this battle instead of thinking about other things." Corvus put the crystal-polished Emperor Tarot card back into the Librarian's palm.
"Captain, the prayer is over." The priest's voice echoed in the regiment channel.
"Okay, now the conversation about divination is over."
After saying this, Corvu ignored the Librarian and walked straight to the railing of the observation deck, facing his brothers in the chapter who were about to go into battle.
He pressed the communicator to amplify his voice.
"Brothers," Corvu's voice echoed across the transport deck. "Once again, we fight in the name of the Lords of Ultramar and the Emperor."
"In ten minutes, the fleet will enter the planet's orbit. We will airborne and fight against those damn greenskins. Let us add another victory to the chapter's record."
The other fighters responded to Corvu over the comms.
They shouted slogans, full of high morale.
"For the Emperor."
"For Guilliman."
“… … .”
Corvu watched them, smiling, and pressed a rune button on his iron fist, causing a ceramite heat shield to slide down and cover his helmet.
"One last check, then prepare to drop."
Corvu ordered the Thinker in the armor to confirm basic information such as the servo system, weapons and ammunition, and flight pack fuel.
Wait until all the prompt runes on the helmet panel turn green.
He stepped toward a gunship that was humming softly.
The other soldiers followed closely and entered different gunships.
After confirming that everyone was ready, Corvu activated the squad combat mode and shared each other's data information.
At the same time, the previously formulated strategic arrangements were distributed to each team.
Flight routes and war maps appeared in the minds and eyes of the soldiers.
"Confirm your mission, brothers," Corvo said over the comms channel.
“Confirmed.”
“Confirmed.”
... ... ...
The voices of various teams were heard one after another on the communication channel.
"Then let's do something big and start airborne."
Corvu gave the order.
The gunship's pilot pressed the start button, and a slight vibration was transmitted to everyone along the metal cabin wall.
Energy was transferred into the propulsion system, and dazzling flames spewed out of the propulsion port. The huge thrust pushed the huge gunboat transport plane and slowly drove out of the carrier deck.
With rapid sounds and flashing lights, the huge hangar door was slowly opened.
The Stormbirds flew out first. They needed to suppress the Ork anti-aircraft firepower for the Primaris Space Marines and carry out a bombing to weaken the Ork resistance.
The square Thunderhawk gunship followed closely behind, rushing towards the planet that had been invaded and polluted by the orcs.
... ... ... ... ... ...
At the mine.
"What a waste." The orc warrior Ufo poked the human lying on the ground with his hammer, muttering in dissatisfaction.
Another shrimp died. The boss knew he would definitely beat him to death.
They need a lot of shrimps to dig things up, and then hand them over to the mechanic boy, who will turn those things into iron sheets and then make all kinds of good things.
So, they can't kill all the shrimps.
Otherwise, you’ll have to dig for it yourself.
Ufo didn't want to dig things up. Digging wouldn't yield him high-grade scraps and parts, nor would it give him shiny teeth, nor would it make him greener, bigger, or stronger.
Orks only grow bigger, greener, and stronger on the battlefield.
Ufo touched the modified rifle on his waist, thinking about the possibility of killing his boss with one shot.
His modified rifle is of the best quality.
This gun is so big, so thick, and so strong.
The caliber is large enough to fit a fart in and then blast it out with a bang.
Can make all enemies cry like farts.
Wu Fu took his hammer and hit the fallen shrimp's head several times, causing him to bleed. However, he failed to wake him up, so he gave up the idea of saving him.
The medical care of the Orcs is very simple. If the unconscious one is found, just wake him up by beating him.
If he doesn't wake up, he's dead.
Wu Fu often uses this method to rescue those fallen fart spirits. After one hammer strike, two or three out of ten will always jump up.
It's considered a pretty good medical skill.
Wu Fu grabbed the shrimp's body, threw it into his mouth and started chewing.
The taste is a little worse than Squiggle.
While chewing on Shrimp's corpse, Wu Fu walked towards the war fortress. In order to avoid being killed by his boss, he decided to kill the boss first.
"WAAAAGH, I think I can be the boss."