Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

Azrael stood up from behind the shelter and walked towards Medog in the distance. As he walked, Azrael looked up at Medog, who was much taller than him:

"I am Azrael, Chapter Master of the Minotaurs. What do you wish to say, heretic?"

After Azrael stood up from behind the cover, the other surviving Astartes also stood up from behind the cover and followed Azrael silently.

Azriel felt warm in his heart when he heard the footsteps behind him, but he did not stop the choice of these fighting brothers.

The originally quiet scene suddenly became tense! All the Star Marines and the tall and mighty Earth Dreadnoughts almost simultaneously pointed the black muzzles of their guns at the newly appeared Azrael.

Motuo watched the scene quietly. He saw the vigilant looks of the Star Warriors and knew in his heart that they would not dare to slack off in the face of the enemy in front of them.

He slowly stretched out his right arm and gently made a downward gesture towards everyone, as if telling everyone not to be so nervous.

Medog turned his head and cast his gaze towards Azrael standing in front of him, introducing himself:

"I am Medog, Captain of the Second Company of the Star Space Marines under the command of the Star Lord. It is truly an honor to meet you here today."

Motuo nodded slightly to show his respect.

After listening to Motuo's self-introduction, Azriel just raised his head slightly, and his sharp eyes like an eagle began to look up and down at Motuo in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of subtle contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Humph! You're just a company commander, and you dare to talk to me?

Do you think that my status and position only allow me to talk to a small company commander? How ridiculous! If you want to talk, let your regimental commander come out and talk to me in person! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! "

Obviously, Azrael believed that as a dignified chapter leader, even if he had been defeated at this moment, the other side should send a person of equal status and position to negotiate with him.

"How dare you! A defeated general like you, what right do you have to be so arrogant? It's a great honor for you that Captain Medog has come in person. Kneeling down to greet Captain Medog is the respect you deserve."

After hearing Azrael's contemptuous words, the captain of the Star Marines took a step forward and shouted angrily.

"Hmm!" Motuo couldn't help but let out a light exclamation. He turned slightly to the side and gently waved his hand at the squadron leader behind him who was a little excited and full of anger, signaling him to calm down and not act so impulsively.

Although Motuo felt extremely comfortable and happy deep down after hearing the squadron leader's generous praise of him, he did not show the slightest sign of complacency.

On the contrary, he just thought to himself that this young man is quite good at talking and doing things, and his future promotion path will surely become wider and wider, and he has a place in the promotion quota for the next captain.

With a soft "hiss" sound, Medog gently took off the power helmet on his head, then lowered his head slightly, looking at Azrael who was standing in front of him. He was half a meter shorter than him. His eyes were as calm as water.

"You should know that the position of company commander I hold is not as simple as the one in your regiment, where you only have a hundred men under your command.

I command a full ten thousand powerful Star Marines. As for your current position as Chapter Master, you would be considered a Captain at best here.

Besides, any captain under my command has a full thousand Space Marines under his command, and each of these Space Marines is a well-trained and well-equipped elite force!

Compared to your 1,000-man regiment, which is not yet fully staffed, this is a world of difference."

"What? You're the commander of a company of 10,000 people?"

Although Medog's words were extremely calm, they were still shocking to Azrael. There were still large companies of ten thousand people, even though they were all heretics who rebelled against the empire.

Azriel looked at the one hundred Star Marines behind Medog with an expression of disbelief. Azriel had not expected that the captain in front of him had more than just these one hundred Space Marines under his command.

"They are just members of my guard." After listening to Azriel's words of disbelief, Medog looked at the one hundred Space Marines behind him.

Azriel looked at Medog: "This is unbelievable."

Medog sneered, "You find too many things unbelievable. Now I give you a choice: surrender and pledge allegiance to the great Lord of the Stars, or reject my invitation, and I will send you to meet the Divine Emperor you believe in."

Azrael shook his head helplessly and sighed, "This isn't an option for you."

"So what's your choice?" Motuo looked at Azriel in front of him with a threatening look.

Azrael looked at Medog with a grim expression. "I don't think I've completely failed yet! As long as my battle-brothers and Astra Militarum soldiers can break through your planet's inner defenses, the tide of this war will be completely turned."

Azrael placed his last hope on the interior of the planet. Before Medog launched the boarding battle, a company of Minotaur Space Marines and millions of Astra Militarum soldiers successfully landed on the planet Oria II.

If a single company of the Minotaurs, along with the Astra Militarum soldiers, could break through the defenders' defenses, the outcome of the war would be uncertain.

"You haven't received the message yet, have you? Most of the Space Marines and Astra Militarum troops who attacked our defensive positions have been lost."

Medog looked at Azrael in surprise. Although he knew that the communication of the empire was extremely slow and it was impossible for the communication speed within the same galaxy to be so slow!

Azrael looked at Medog with a confused expression, sizing him up with suspicion, suspecting he was lying. Azrael hadn't even received the news that his attack had failed, so he naturally couldn't believe Medog's words.

"Lord Azrael, I need reinforcements. The defenses of those heretics are too strong. Our troops responsible for attacking them have suffered heavy losses and are unable to launch a second attack."

Just when Azrael was suspicious of Medog, a message for help from the captain of the company attacking Oria II came through Azrael's helmet.

"What's going on?" Azriel asked with a gloomy expression.