Sea of ​​Despair? But I have the Legiones Astartes

As Yarrick raised his hand and pulled out the power claw that had pierced a Klingon's head.

The battle is basically over.

Ninety percent of the trillions of Klingons stationed on this planet were killed.

The rest are still under siege, but they can no longer cause much trouble.

Abaddon stood over the body of the Klingon Grand Admiral.

The sledgehammer that the marshal once held in his hand had now shattered into pieces, and half of the marshal's body had also disappeared.

Only half of the head extending to a thigh was left.

Abaddon looked down at the body detection device on his wrist. A deep scratch appeared on the screen on the belly of the Terminator armor he was wearing.

This was the only scar that the Alien Marshal and countless Klingons inflicted on Abaddon at the cost of their lives.

After Abaddon withstood countless destructive energies, the shield position of the Terminator armor had already been shut down.

It was at that time that the Alien Marshal led countless Klingons and launched a fierce attack on him.

But it's like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm or hitting a rock with an egg.

The scratch looked deep, but it did not hurt Abaddon's body.

"Brother Sovik, brother Madrid, some of you stay here to continue clearing out the aliens, and the rest of you come with me to leave this planet."

Abaddon gave orders to the two Luna Wolves captains standing behind him.

"Yes, Lord Abaddon."

The two company commanders then began to make arrangements.

Abaddon was looking at Yarrick, who was covered in blood, in the distance.

Yarrick seemed to feel someone was watching him.

When he turned around, he happened to meet Abaddon's admiring gaze.

Abaddon nodded.

"Brother Yarick, it's a pleasure to fight alongside you. Sorry, brother, you and the Armageddon Legion may not have time to rest. We need to rush to the next battlefield immediately."

Abaddon's deep voice rang out over Yarick's communicator.

"Yes, Lord Abaddon."

After responding, Yarrick began to pass on the order to leave.

In this war, the two companies of the Luna Wolves led by Abaddon, with an attack of three million Space Marines, perfectly carried out the mission of annihilating the enemy.

Some stayed behind to continue clearing out the remaining aliens on the planet, while the others returned to the fleet under Abaddon's arrangement and quickly headed to the next planet.

Just as Abaddon, Yarrick and the others were leaving the planet, a pharmacist from the 111th Luna Wolves Company who was cleaning up the battlefield walked up to the body of a Klingon.

The service robotic arm behind him extended a tube and quickly inserted it into the body of a Klingon.

A large amount of physical data was analyzed by the pharmacist.

After an unknown amount of time, the pharmacist retracted the mechanical tentacles that were similar to those of the technical sergeant.

"Order all mechanical servants to collect the corpse of this alien."

"Yes, Lord Astarte."

The servant skull that was hovering beside the pharmacist quickly flew away.

"Send down all the transport planes."

After the skull servant left, the pharmacist contacted his battle barge.

Now, with the space vehicle icons upgraded several times, more and more warships are produced every day.

The think tanks, priests, technical sergeants, and pharmacists of each major regiment will all receive a battle barge of their own.

They will modify it according to their needs.

The Librarian's Battle Barge will be converted into a mobile library and small reliquary.

This library only contains a portion of books that are open to the public, which record the history of the regiment or company, the history of the members of the regiment or company, and the records of battles that have been fought.

Every member of the chapter can read these books at will.

The Priest's Battle Barge is like a mobile monastery.

A huge statue of Li Jia was built here for the mortals of the regiment to admire and pray.

Space Marines from various companies or successor chapters of the Word Bearers and Salamanders also attend daily prayers.

The pharmacist and the technical sergeant are straightforward, one has an operating room and the other has a forging room.

Of course, although the combat barge has been modified, its weapons and firepower are still impressive.

You can also join the space battlefield when necessary.

"Yes, Lord Astarte."

The battleship's machine soul received the order and immediately opened the cabin. A large number of carrier-based transport planes piloted by intelligent mechas flew out of the battleship and flew rapidly towards the planet.

On the other side, a large number of pharmacist servitors appeared on the battlefield, and all the Klingon corpses were lifted up by the servitors and transported to the landing location of the transport plane.

Once the transport plane's cabin is filled with corpses, it will return to the Pharmacist battleship parked in space.

The servitors on the battleship were unloading the Klingon bodies and taking them into a separate cabin.

The servitors stuffed the body into the machine, and the body passed over the machine's operating table.

Cans of alien corpse starch have been produced.

Finally, he was sent to the storage cabin by the servitor.

The starch from these alien corpses will be transported to various battlefields as food.

Of course, whether the alien corpses can be used as military rations requires analysis by pharmacists.

All alien corpses without toxins will be reused in this way.

Another month has passed quietly.

The planet was completely cleared of Klingons.

The technical sergeants then built a fortress monastery here.

After all the planning was completed, some soldiers were left to guard the planet, while the others left the planet with the pharmacist and technical sergeant and headed for the next conquered planet.

And just when Abaddon led the Luna Wolves to conquer the galaxy, on a planet on the edge of the Simur galaxy.

A group of aliens are performing a ritual.

"Great Lord of Terror, please perform a miracle and save your believers."

An old man in a red robe had just finished speaking.

The tower in front of me lit up.

"Offer a sacrifice to the Lord of Fear."

"Yes".

A group of warriors wearing medieval armor and holding hot weapons stepped forward and dragged a group of crying aliens to the front of the tower.

"Now the hateful Klingons are suffering from God's punishment. It is entirely their own fault. Now is the best time for our great Lord of Terror to come. The great Lord of Terror will surely lead us to become the overlord of the Simur galaxy."

The old man in the red robe had a crazy expression on his face at this moment.

"Blood sacrifice".

After the old man finished speaking, the warriors around him killed the Klingons one by one around the tower.

The old man began to mutter something, and soon purple beams of light shot up into the sky from the corpses.

The tower is radiant.

The old man hurriedly used his spiritual power to cover the entire sky above the tower.

When these light beams converged at the top of the tower, a space crack slowly appeared at the top of the tower.

A group of flying source demons instantly flew out from the space crack.

"Haha, the army of the Great Lord of Terror has arrived, and the Simur galaxy is about to welcome their god."

The old man laughed as he looked at the source demons flying out of the space cracks in the sky.

"ah".

A scream was heard from not far away.

The scream attracted the old man's attention.

When he turned his gaze, the scenes happening before his eyes made his eyes widen.

"Do not".