This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 64 Welcome Ceremony
Stormbirds were ships used to land legions during the Great Crusade.

In fact, there are Black Templars, but the expeditions over the past ten thousand years have already consumed all the stocks, and the remaining legends forged in the flames of war have also entered the Hall of Holy Relics.

Up to now, regardless of whether it is suitable for the regiment's combat mode, how to produce the Stormbird type landing craft has become a problem.

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The hymn of metal echoed in the cabin. This Stormbird, carrying the glory of mankind, was using the cheerful vibration of its engine to tell of its journey that had just begun.

Orlando's knuckles rapped against the cold metal bulkhead, and the Hades Terminator's combat boots scraped against the burrs on the plastic-steel floor that had not been polished by tracks, producing tiny sparks.

The interior is simple, without any extra decoration, and the smooth metal bulkhead reflects bright light.

No holy oils or incense, no skull reliefs, this body of steel was as pure as the Emperor's will itself.

The plate, which has not yet been engraved with any honorary records, seems to indicate that this vehicle is completely new from the factory.

Kaul on the side silently measured the isotopes.

[Isotope decay rate 0.0013%, casting chronology rune not activated, no production code.]

Factory new.

"Compared to the Thunderhawk transport, this place looks like the nave of a cathedral."

A captain of the Inquisition's guards had just murmured a low sigh of admiration when the mechanical priest beside him shouted in a robotic voice, "This is a sacred machine. You are not allowed to discuss it."

The captain of the guard quickly fell silent.

Aglaia ignored this little episode. The humming of the servoskull could be heard from beneath her robe, and her focused eyes recorded every inch of detail that represented history.

Compared to the crowded Thunderhawk, the interior of the Stormbird is much more spacious, so that the senior leaders of the United Fleet can bring their own guards with them after entering the same fighter.

As for safety
It can only be said that Stormbirds may not be suitable for the empire that now has influence throughout the galaxy.

But there was a reason why it was able to carry wave after wave of Space Marines to forcibly penetrate that strange and dangerous planet during the Great Crusade, and was able to firmly hold this tactical position until the Legion was split.

Its swift speed allowed it to evade the lock of large weapons, and the double-layer void shield gave everyone an unprecedented sense of security, rendering the dense artillery fire gentle and harmless.

As these steel behemoths were tearing through the atmosphere with an elegance that was inconsistent with their size, purple-red arcs of electricity burst out from the friction between the void shield and the ionosphere, and dense artillery fire flew towards them, but were thrown into the subspace in an instant, casting only brilliant streams of light on the observation window.

Until the gravity of Pierre completely pulled down this 1,500-ton body, all the passengers' bones were fighting against the law of inertia -

Except for those superhumans who have integrated their gene-seed into their flesh and blood.

The Astartes gazed ahead with solemn expressions, as if they were watching history.

Four ancient saints sat near the decompression chamber door. Their postures were different, but they were all silent. Frost dust from the starry sea condensed on their ceramic steel armor.

The nuns bowed their heads like pilgrims, silent as statues, with only the rosary beads swaying gently on their chests.

Calm.

Just wait until the weapons are sharpened, and at the moment the warship lands, they will be revealed to the enemies of humanity.

"Received the Imperial coded information. The identity code is initially verified as a hereditary noble of the Empire."

Kaul, who was in charge of the information system, suddenly spoke, and a mechanical sound with an electric current broke the silence.

"They've designated a docking port for us. Do you want to go there?"

"Go ahead and demand that the other side completely open up their airspace. We will choose our own landing site."

Romulus replied calmly, using the Stormbird's visual system to peek at the planet's environment.

The entire planet of Pierrede has only one super-giant hive located at the equator. The southern hemisphere is completely covered by dense Mechanicus foundries, while the northern hemisphere is submerged in dense industrial waste gas, turning it into a highly toxic wasteland.

In the Apical Nest region, the shrine representing the Ecclesiarchy and the temple of the Adeptus Mechanicus formed a bridge connecting the two worlds. Based on the terrain alone, Romulus believed a safe landing in the Apical Nest would be best. After all, the Word Bearers' data showed that the planet was in shambles, beyond the control of even Chaos.

If they had to launch an assault from the outskirts of the hive, the intensity would be beyond what their team could withstand.

"Agreed. Data has been received. The fleet will proceed according to the planned route. The landing site has been revised to the Top Nest Mechanical Temple. I have connected to its internal systems."

After a simple operation, Kohl directly rejected the location chosen by the imperial noble for the assault formation. The words he uttered afterwards made everyone look solemn.

"Also, we have detected signs of the Om Messiah's sacred code being corrupted by Chaos. All parties are to prepare for battle."

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"Again, those false angels who have been scorched by heretical beliefs."

After hanging up the call, an imperial noble lady couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

"This is truly sad news. A mere thousand xenos have already caused unprecedented losses to the Divine Emperor's holy people. I cannot imagine how much more bloodshed this invasion will cause."

"Be optimistic, sister. The God-Emperor teaches us tolerance."

A voice came, containing infinite piety and tenderness.

"Whether alien or human, if we have a heart of unity, we should accept it and share this vast starry sky."

"I was presumptuous and misinterpreted the Divine Emperor's will."

The noble lady quickly stood up and apologized to the preacher beside her.

She was a bald woman wearing a purple finely woven robe.

"You will prepare a welcoming ceremony for them, bringing fruits and vegetables. If they smile, we will be together. If they fire, we will also fight."

The woman said so.

"Thank you for your guidance, angel of God. Praise your tolerance, angel of God."

The noble lady responded enthusiastically, as if she had received a revelation.

"Don't thank me, and don't praise me."

The woman opened her arms, and the top of her smooth head revealed layers of bone plates that could be vaguely seen as her expression changed.

"Look around."

They were in the middle of a busy work area.

"Unity."

People work closely together, and every report receives the best solution, which is then perfectly executed.

"tolerate."

Even the lowest-ranking people in the hive city were able to participate in the meeting and take part in every decision. The nobles surrounding him showed no discrimination in their eyes.

Food was distributed precisely, and people no longer had to endure the cruel exploitation of those scum who believed in heretical cults.

No one needs to endure hunger anymore, no one needs to struggle for survival anymore.

They gather here and gather strength, just to spread blessings to everyone and to save the lives of every compatriot from the hands of evil people.

This is an extremely lofty ideal.

(End of this chapter)