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It was a gentle smile, but the people of the Federation felt a chill to their bones.

Just when these technical sergeants who controlled the information equipment wanted to draw their guns from their waists and shoot defensively at Penello, blue power lightning completely illuminated the dim cabin.

A long black whip ejected from Penello's wrist armor. The whip wrapped in a sharp curved blade made a shrill roar in the air. The flexible power ridge in the whip was continuously drawing out the power armor. The energy is transformed into dazzling electric light.

Penello smiled and swung a sharp slash, which instantly exploded half of the federal people in the entire command room into a cloud of blood mist. The air was filled with the smell of burnt proteins produced by the electric current. Penello's pretty face showed a look of enjoyment.

For an Astartes monk, is there anything more pleasurable than watching an alien thing die tragically in front of him?

Absolutely not!

Even the pleasure of sexual intercourse is far less than the happiness brought by the extraordinary sense of accomplishment when one strives for the ideal of the emperor!

The hellish scene in front of them almost scared the remaining federal people crazy. They blindly and foolishly roared words that even they themselves could not understand, as if this could avoid the arrival of the claws and whips full of destructive power. , the plasma laser pistol in his hand fired at Penello repeatedly, but was dodged by the shadowy giant at its leisurely pace.

The space in the command room was not large, and the noncommissioned officers who kept retreating were quickly forced to the wall by Penello, hugging each other and stacking on top of each other.

Behind him is an unbreakable defensive wall, and in front of him are the unstoppable Imperials.

Just when these federal sergeants were desperate, two arms wrapped in dark blue power armor suddenly penetrated the defensive wall and directly held their alien heads in their arms.

As the output of these arms continued to increase, the dozen federal sergeants were compressed tighter and tighter to each other, and a large amount of pale pink blood spurted out from their seven orifices along with painful wails. Just like the sauce bottles at the hot dog stand.

Penello watched the aliens suffering with great interest. This was not because she had any unique hobbies, but because her hatred of heretics and aliens had been ingrained in the bone marrow of every Imperial person, even if they were still alive. Children in kindergarten will also actively compete for the right to throw the first torch into the pyre, just so that they can appreciate the tragic death of the enemy of mankind up close.

Just when these federal sergeants were about to be strangled to death, the force of their arms suddenly stopped and they relaxed a little.

This sudden relief of pressure caused the federal officers to take in a large amount of air instinctively, trying to expand their lungs that had been squeezed to the limit and expand again.

At this moment, the owner of the dark blue power armor suddenly increased the output of the arm servo joint to the extreme. The suddenly increased pressure caused the newly expanded lungs of the federal officers to burst instantly, and the surge in internal pressure caused the blood to flow from them. Shot out of the seven orifices, and even directly pushed their eyeballs out of their sockets, making a series of beautiful "bop" sounds.

For a moment, it was like a dozen fireworks made of flesh and blood exploded in front of Penello at the same time. She opened her arms to welcome the rain of alien blood, as reverently as she welcomed the emperor's gift.

As the alien died in his arms, the thick arms threw away the corpse in his arms and the severely deformed defensive wall, completely revealing his figure.

The dark blue power armor is decorated with copper-colored trim, and a skull with blood-red bat wings is decorated on the left shoulder pad.His right arm is painted with lightning patterns, and there are decorations made of the skin, flesh and bones of sinners hung on his waist and tactical belt, as well as the "VIII" mark on his left knee armor and the lightning coffin mark on his right knee. clearly indicates the person’s identity——

The Eighth Legion, "Night Lords", a member of the Dread Squad!

These ferocious Brother Astartes are as ruthless as their primarchs, and their hearts are full of hatred for evil and sinners. If other Astartes legions have the habit of leaving prisoners to torture intelligence, then the Night Lords are full of hatred. The fighting style of pain and punishment is enough to make the enemy spit out everything the Night Lord wants to know before death.

The Terror Squad is an infiltration formation composed of elite warriors among the Night Lords. They are powerful and unstoppable, and are proficient in countless stealth techniques.

Unlike the Raven Guard to which Penello belongs, the Night Lords' stealth relies entirely on skills rather than psychic powers. Each of them is a master of psychology. The footsteps and breathing sounds deliberately leaked from the darkness will become enemies. The nightmare that my heart least wants to face.

They are used to letting their enemies die in the darkness amidst alarms and screams, using deliberately exposed corpses to torture the spirits of the remaining enemies, turning fear into invisible sharp blades, until all targets who need to be annihilated fall in a pool of blood with horrified looks on their faces. .

The two parties briefly looked at each other for a moment, without any additional communication. Just one look was enough to let the other party know their intentions.

Beheadings, and intelligence theft.

Penello and the Dread Knight simultaneously released the servo skulls carried in the shrines on their waists. While these pure creations used universal joints of liquid metal to crack the federal military computers in the command room, they all disappeared into the darkness. .

Different from the previous raids, this time it was to prevent federal personnel from coming to disrupt the intelligence stealing operation.Penello hid in the shadow cast by the corpse and could clearly feel the vibrations transmitted from the ground.

The Space Wolves Legion above the sky began orbital bombardment of the alien structures on the surface.

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The Scimitar-class frigate plunged arrogantly into the clouds. Hannah Abbott raised her head and drank a swig of Fenrisian wolf wine. While pressing down the joystick in her hand, she raised the empty wine glass and pointed at the furry wolf pups behind her. They roared: "Sit tight, little devils, we are going to crush the tallest chimney!"

"Calm down, Hannah!"

Looking at the "chimney" in the distance, the Space Wolves' hairs stood up, and they all activated their magnetic boots and rushed toward the control desk on the bumpy hull.

Because that's not a fucking chimney at all, but a space elevator cable made of high-polymer material!

If we build it like this, not to mention the Scimitar-class frigates, even the cruisers equipped with ram horns will be full of flowers!

Bjorn, who belonged to the fourth regiment of the Space Wolves, moved quickly. At the critical moment, he swooped over and snatched the operating lever from Hannah's hand, and transferred the control of the ship back to the machine spirit of the frigate. The next second Even the inertia of the deflection of the frigate along with Hannah was thrown hard onto the battleship bulkhead.

The Scimitar-class frigate narrowly missed the cable of the space elevator. The thick, black polymer beams rubbed against the armor surface, creating large swaths of sparks. Fortunately, it did not suffer any substantial damage.

The other Space Wolves were tightly attached to the floor of the bridge by their magnetic boots, and they shouted with concern to Bjorn, who was pinned under Hannah: "Are you okay, Viking boy?!"

"I'm fine! It's just..." Bjorn tried to pull out the arm that was pinned down by Hannah, but found that this unattractive guy had already begun to snore under the influence of wolf wine, and he couldn't help but said angrily. , "You can also fall asleep on the battlefield! You are truly worthy of being the Iron Hat King appointed by Lord Russ. This head is really damn iron! Damn, it's so damn heavy, I really want to cut off this hand!" "