774, Silver Skull: Heart like steel, skull dedicated to the golden seat (VI)! (Good luck to all stud

The dark sky was covered with dark clouds.

A super storm that had been brewing for a long time inside the planet Savia was constantly accumulating energy.

And in the dense rainforest centered on the fortress monastery of the Silver Skull Legion.

The metal fortresses and firepower platforms within a radius of 20 kilometers have been completely exposed from the disguise.

A large number of newly awakened servitors and thinker arrays are quickly receiving orders and updating combat instructions.

At the same time, the barbarian tribes, which are almost incalculable, also came to the territory of the fortress monastery under the constant summons of the Silver Skull.

Each of them was like an ignorant child.

He kept opening his eyes wide and scanning back and forth at the Astartes who were reinforcing the fortress walls and setting up heavy firepower defense platforms.

And when three huge ancient sacred fearless machines slowly stepped out of the underground warehouse of the monastery.

Waves of exclamations and sighs rose repeatedly from these primitive barbarians who were sitting honestly on the ground.

Then, an ancient knowledge crown originally used to instill combat skills into Astartes recruits was pushed out by several silver-skulled veterans.

They began to instill a lot of combat knowledge and battlefield instructions into the primitive barbarians around them.

Even though this foreign knowledge would greatly destroy the primitive barbarians' previous worldview or precious memories, the veterans had no intention of stopping.

If nothing unexpected happened, most of the primitive barbarians would not live to see the next rainy season.

Rather than dying unfortunate and becoming a sacrifice to Chaos, it would be better to dedicate the last life to the silver skull and the primarch.

At this moment, Rorschach, wearing vibranium power armor, stood at the top of the fortress monastery.

He squinted his eyes and stared into the misty depths of the rainforest in the distance.

The faint vibrations from the blood of the brothers made him subconsciously take a deep breath of cold and humid air.

He lowered his head slightly and looked down at the hundreds of thousands of primitive barbarians and scattered Astartes below, and faintly let out a sigh that dissipated with the wind.

By the time this war is over, I wonder how many people will survive.

Dong Dong Dong——

At this moment, a slightly hurried sound of footsteps came from behind Rorschach.

The chief think tank Vasiro, whose ceramic steel shell of the power armor was covered with scars, showed a tall figure with a solemn expression.

The other party first bowed slightly to the huge back of the Primarch, and then said in a low voice:

"Primarch, the main fleet of the Silver Skull is fighting fiercely with the Chaos Fleet from the Iron Warriors at the edge of the galaxy. Our Chapter Master Argentius is trying his best to break through the enemy's encirclement and rush to the home world."

"According to my prediction, we need to hold on in the fortress monastery for at least fifteen days before the arrival of reinforcements!"

Vashiro's voice just fell.

Rorschach said without looking back:

"Three to seven days is the limit of our ability to hold out. If I'm not mistaken, the commander of this war is probably an old acquaintance of mine, Perturabo, the Lord of the Iron Warriors!"

"He won't give us a chance to get reinforcements, and siege warfare happens to be the opponent's best tactic...Vashiro, let all the fighting brothers be mentally prepared. This may be the most difficult battle we face!"

At this moment, the chief think tank Vashiro, who heard Rorschach's words, just nodded slightly.

The other party drove the power armor without hesitation and turned to walk towards the bottom of the monastery.

And not long after, Rorschach, who did not look back, suddenly said:

"You are back? I thought you ran away in advance."

"Respected human primarch, I am your alien consultant. If I run away secretly, the great reputation of the Infinite Trazyn will be completely ruined."

Tarazyn, holding the scepter of empathy and annihilation, slowly appeared on the edge of the platform of the monastery.

It shook its silver skull slightly, walked to Rorschach's side, and said calmly:

"According to my reconnaissance intelligence, the number of Chaos Astartes from several warbands combined is probably as high as thousands, and there are countless heavy vehicles and demon units, plus an ascended primarch. Do you plan to fight this war with the hundreds of thousands of primitive barbarians who can't even use laser guns, and a hundred Astartes?"

Faced with the question from Trazyn.

Rorschach raised his eyes slightly, staring at the dark sky and said in a deep voice:

"To be honest, I can take the silver skull and the Terminator Guard and leave now. This is just a failed prayer support. It's not like I haven't experienced it before."

"But this home world will become the target of Perturabo's venting, and countless mortals will completely become miserable toys in the palm of Chaos. As a Primarch, my fighting will and responsibility do not allow me to escape, especially when facing those traitorous brothers!"

Hearing Rorschach's words, Trazyn couldn't help shaking the Empathy Annihilation Scepter.

It raised its silver skull head, and its eyes emitting faint green light stared at Rorschach's profile, and whispered:

"Respected human Primarch, even if I can't guess your ability to descend for the time being, I can be sure that you are not immortal now. You can't copy the special method when you met me. Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Hehe, afraid of death, won't you die?"

Rorschach took a deep breath and did not answer Trazin's question directly.

He just turned his eyes, looked down at Trazin's silver skull head and said:

"Tarrazin, when necessary, I will open the portal to return to the fleet. You must lead my Terminator Guards and Silver Skull in the evacuation operation..."

However, at this time, Rorschach did not wait for the words to be finished.

Trazin raised a metal palm and shook it, interrupting the opponent directly.

It said in a deep voice:

"If your descendants find out that I am the only one who has successfully returned, they will 100% tear my metal double into pieces."

"Dear Primarch, whether your previous words were sincere or a long-planned plan, we who are already in the same boat must learn to trust and help each other."

"Since you humans currently lack a large number of combatants, let me, the undead overlord, fill the gap for you."

At this moment, Rorschach, who was frowning slightly, stared at Trazin's bright metallic face.

He asked in a puzzled tone:

"Tarrazin, although I know that you have the habit of carrying collectibles and men, I hope that you actually carry a fully organized undead army."

"hehe……"

Trazin, who was unable to move, let out a low laugh, slightly shook his silver skull head.

It said lightly and mockingly to the human original body in front of it:

"Dear human primarch, you really underestimate me, Trazin the Endless. What does a mere army mean?"

"I brought five with me!"