Chapter 630 "Artwork"

Buzz~-! Buzz~-!

The airdrop chamber was like the bombers in World War II, who launched a saturation bombing on the surface of the earth, and "cleaned" the metal surface that had endured the flash of the nuclear explosion.

However, the airdrop chamber was not a bomb, and because there was no resistance on the metal surface, all the passengers and pilots in the airdrop chamber did not need to perform a "free fall" landing. They all started the anti-gravity program and completed the landing almost completely smoothly...

This was a great thing for the ground and logistics personnel, at least there was no excessive maintenance work.

Ta-ta-ta!

The chamber door bounced open.

Dong, Dong.

The magnetic boots made contact with the metal surface.

Nearly a thousand Spartans wearing the same lean version of the Terminator, the model of Thor's Hammer Mark 12 power armor, and tens of thousands of auxiliary troops equipped with the latest Herendin power armor, as well as the Hell Paratroopers who insisted on "using mortal bodies to fight against all cattle and horses" left the airdrop chamber one after another, holding their own guns and heading towards the pyramids deep in the isolated island.

Not only that.

As the Spartans and auxiliary troops began to gather in squads, platoons, and companies and launched a charge, countless transport boats also arrived at the landing area.

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

"Twist your fat asses! Tear off the buttocks of those metal skeletons! And stuff them back into their mouths that can't chew!"

"General! I don't think those metal aliens have buttocks, General!"

"Shut up, soldier! Your duty is to obey orders!"

"General! Yes! General!"

The moment the transport boat opened the hatch, more auxiliary troops and hundreds of thousands of marines rushed out of the cabin with war roars, and then cooperated with the heavy equipment, mobile artillery and ground mechas that were carried to this area by the transport boats, like a "wave", following the previous airdrop troops to launch an assault.

Swish! Swish!

Nearly 10,000 carrier-based aircraft, attack aircraft and flying mechas passed over the assembled troops at low altitude, and continued to drive forward quickly to assist the main force in solving various threats and hidden dangers.

At the same time, more than a hundred air fortresses were "slowly sailing", using large-caliber artillery and sufficient "strong" missile reserves to bombard the undead army that was also gathering.

If you look closely at the main force of the 1st Battalion that has completed its assembly, it is not the Spartans who are rushing to the front, but a female auxiliary soldier with a distinct golden paint job and a power backpack with a glowing iron ring.

And this female auxiliary soldier with neat short hair, while shouting "Die! Die! Bastards", fiercely pulled the trigger of the special bolt gun and sprayed antimatter bolt bullets at the distant space Necrons.

Boom! Boom!

And in the distance, white flashes rose one by one, followed by mushroom clouds and shock waves.

It seems that this female auxiliary soldier seems to vent her anger on the aliens.

In fact, the name of this auxiliary soldier is Tis Byron, one of the first "mortals" to join the Spartan Legion. The most famous record should be that she cut off a Chaos Astartes who was as strong as the company champion.

Moreover, she kicked the soldier just now, and the war cry she made was not like that of the Spartan Legion, but rather like that of the Space Wolves, such as the previous war cry of "Tear off the *** of those metal skeletons".

At the same time, the Chaos Champion who was cut in half by her a hundred years ago had a hobby of collecting "***".

Of course, it was not that Tis Byron was influenced by Chaos and had a strong resentment towards "***". On the contrary, since the upper echelons of the Empire relaxed the research on artificial intelligence and allowed intelligent artificial intelligence to provide services for the legions and battalions, the general who was in charge of the 1st Battalion and even had the power to mobilize and command the entire Spartan auxiliary army and the Marines began to become more and more irritable.

Now, she vented all her deep dissatisfaction on the Necrons.

When the main forces on the ground and in the air completed the assembly and dispersed, and charged towards the nearest metal pyramid, there was already a strike team full of elites, shuttling between the silent streets at low altitude, and launching a raid on the pyramid that seemed to be the core of the isolated island and was visible to the naked eye and the largest in scale.

In fact, this assault team is composed of Vulkan and Anakin, who are wearing flying backpacks on their power armor, and 300 warriors who control the Glory Centurion.

It is true that there are few people, but they are the most elite. If we really talk about strength and equipment value, this assault team is fully capable of competing with all the troops landing on the island.

Of course, this competition must throw out the Primarch. After all, according to theory, a Primarch cannot be killed by the Astartes with numbers. At most, it can only be delayed, unless it encounters an opponent of the same strength or level.

At present, the main landing force of the 1st Battalion is like poking a beehive, attracting 90% or even more of the defensive forces.

This allows the assault team to advance at low altitude and not encounter much resistance while shuttling between buildings.

Not long after, they arrived at the seemingly isolated island core area and the extremely tall metal pyramid, the height of which is 100 kilometers from the top to the surface.

Looking down from above.

They were like a group of tiny black dots that were insignificant and almost invisible to the naked eye, arriving at the giant square on the "south" side of the pyramid.

Retracting the field of vision.

"Hu...Hu...~"

Anakin, who was not wearing a helmet, looked around. Apart from the seemingly unreachable square at the end and the endless pyramid in front of him, there was only the whistling wind in his ears as he flew quickly.

peaceful…

silence…

Apart from them, there is nothing else here, not even the slightest resistance or blocking power, just like...

As if the enemy opened the door and welcomed them here?

Anakin's sixth sense told him that the reason why they were able to reach the target location so smoothly was not because the main force of the 1st Battalion was responsible for attracting them.

Just when Anakin wanted to remind everyone, he heard the captain of the Warrior Guards say on the communication:

"Everyone is on alert, ready to speed up and break into the target location in the shortest possible time to determine whether there is the real target of our trip inside.

If there is, then directly plunder and return. If there is no trace of the real target, you need to retreat immediately. This is very strange. "

"." All the warriors responded in silence.

"Understood." The two young original bodies replied.

Next.

The group of people once again accelerated their flying speed and raised a little height, directly entering the extended entrance passage and heading towards the interior of the pyramid at high speed.

The channel is extremely spacious, with an upper and lower diameter of about six kilometers, enough for frigates and destroyers to sail freely.

When they faced the faint green light at the end of the tunnel and "passed through", they discovered that there was no multi-layered structure inside the pyramid, but instead looked "hollowed out".

Moreover, they also saw "artworks" that were tens of kilometers in length, width, and height...

Brilliant star map.