Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 896: The First Legion of the Courtyard: Blood Oath Legion

Before the [Sword of Glory] returns to Turanas, the focus shifts slightly back to the first battlefield in the star realm at this moment.

The deep sky is like ink, and the starry sky is like the sea.

The Estrella Fault Zone, the colonies that were originally entangled with ripples of the soul, were like spores floating on the abyss, and were completely ignited at this moment.

The four-ship assault formation of the Midnight Courtyard, with the force of thunder, tore through the sky.

Cobra-class main torpedo destroyer.

Viper-class long-range missile support destroyer.

Scimitar-class escort balanced destroyer.

Storm-class fast interceptor light destroyer.

The four warships were like sharp spears, piercing through the darkness of the astral world and directly bombarding the heart of the border hub of the Soul Sucker Empire with the shortest jump link.

"Main gun synchronization, thrust vector lock, maximum power - fire!"

On the bridge, the pupils of Vice-Principal of the Courtyard, Tulsi Corbett, reflected the flames that continued to explode on the battlefield.

His voice was as cold as frosted iron, his fox tail was slightly raised, and the scepter in his hand lightly tapped the podium.

The first of the four ships, the Cobra-class battleship's first wave of super-heavy torpedo matrix was like a star torrent, piercing the hub's outer defense satellite with an unavoidable trajectory.

The exploding etheric fire blossomed into clusters of deadly flowers in the sea of ​​stars.

The Viper-class battleship followed closely behind, with swarms of drones swarming out of the bomb bay, blocking out the starry sky, and quickly pounced on the enemy's communication nodes and psychic relay stations, accurately cutting off all external links.

The Scimitar-class and Storm-class ships were deployed on both wings, turning into sharp sickles to cut off the enemy's retreat route from the sides.

Just seven minutes.

All the mental defenses deployed by the Soul Sucker Empire in the T-60N hub were almost completely torn apart in the first round of attacks.

[Psychic Matrix Collapse——]

[Core node link failure——]

[Colonial coordination disconnection rate: 78%——]

Alarms sounded one after another in the soul suckers' native mental network, like death knells.

There was no preparation, no defense plan that could keep up with the lightning-fast piercing assault of the Courtyard Fleet.

What's worse, due to the disastrous defeat in the T-12 Ruins War, the [Third Mastermind] of the Soul Sucker Empire has fallen, and the computing power of the Psychic Cluster Network has dropped by nearly half;

Several main colony fleets were still on their way back, delayed, dispersed, and disconnected;
The psychic nodes of the Astral Control Matrix lost synchronization with each other.

The Soul Sucker Empire is like a giant beast that has lost its command center; it is sluggish, wavering, and weak.

The courtyard fleet turned into silver needles that pierced the heart.

Just twenty-four minutes.

Along the Estrella Fault Zone - [seven core hubs], [twenty-one energy transfer nodes], and [fifty-four mental relay stations] - were all destroyed, occupied, and blocked.

Tours calmly stared at the areas on the tactical star map that were stained with the courtyard emblem, his fox ears twitching slightly, and his finger tapped the last order on the command desk.

"Start the decontamination operation."

The next second, the jump hatches on the outside of the four ships opened with a bang.

Between the cracked metal doors, there were huge dark golden prisms.

[Courtyard Airdrop Bunker]——was launched into the darkness of the astral world with a sharp gas explosion.

Each airdrop pod was marked with the olive emblem of the Earthly Courtyard, spewing out blazing etheric flames, tearing through the void like a meteorite, and roaring down to the surface.

[Quantity confirmed: one thousand seats.]

[Payload confirmed: Bloodsworn Legion·Children of the Courtyard——]

【Everyone has left the cabin! 】

Boom boom boom boom boom——!!

When the first wave of airdrop pods slammed into the ruins of the colony, sending out a golden shock wave, huge and solemn figures slowly emerged from the shattered wreckage of the pods.

They are the first one thousand descendants of the Courtyard Blood Oath Legion.

It is a war tool forged by the Lord of the Courtyard himself and an executor of purification.

It is based on the blood thirst factor of the [First Apostle] and has undergone nineteen holy casting operations.

[Flesh and blood enemy]!
Their average height is two meters and five, their bodies are like compressed star cores, and every muscle fiber in their power armor glows with the faint light of overloaded ether.

They were clad in black and gold power armor, with countless ancient spells and bright red blood oaths engraved on the surface of the armor.

The chainsword hung at his waist, the serrated blade humming in the starlight;

The bolt rifle was held in his hand, and the blue-gold vortex quietly accumulated energy in the chamber.

The swirling blue-gold light seemed to whisper, hungry for the coming blood and fire.

Their eyes were filled with a thick, deep golden blood glow.

That was the trace of the First Apostle's blood-thirst factor burning in his body.
Polished their pupils into fragments of stars at the bottom of the solidified abyss,
Every glance that fell seemed to be able to break the heretic's mind.

When the last airdrop cabin collapsed, the earth was still shaking and the dust had not yet settled.

One thousand Sons of the Courtyard of the Blood Oath Legion have already formed up.

They stood on the scorched earth of war, their power armors crisscrossing with a cold sheen, lined up in neat formations, as solemn as a thousand-year-old forest of steles. In the silence, there was a heavy sense of oppression like a mountain, like an iron storm descending from deep space.

A brief moment of silence.

Then, a dull bang exploded from deep within the array.

That was the first Bloodsworn Warrior, who used the handguard of his bolter to strike the holy emblem on his chest.

Boom-!
Then the second, the third,

More descendants of the Bloodsworn Legion, with chainswords' gauntlets and boltguns' stocks,
Again and again, he struck the spot on the chest of the Power Armor where the holy emblem of the courtyard was engraved.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
One after another, as dense as drums,

The dust was scattered everywhere and the ruins of the colony trembled.

This is their rallying cry, the flame of rage that is about to ignite, and the beginning of the oath before the war.

Then, they all raised their right fists and hammered on their breastplates.

The force seemed to pierce through heaven and earth.

The sound of metal colliding was like the roar of an ancient god's war drum.

then.

A roar that tore through the sky erupted from the thousand-man formation of the Blood Oath Legion.

"For His Majesty Abraham!!!"

The sound was like thunder piercing the sky, shattering the ruins.

Followed by.

A thousand sons of the courtyard roared in unison like a steel torrent:

“For the courtyard!!!”

The earth was echoing, the stars were roaring, and even the clouds in the sky seemed to tremble at this oath.

Finally, they raised their bolters, or raised their chainswords,

The power core and ether flow device in the chest are burning at full power.

A roar that tore through the darkness erupted:

"For the Kingdom of Heaven!!!"

"——Purification begins!!!"

Suddenly, a thousand steel warriors activated their thrusters at the same time.

Like burning stars,
He rushed out from the array,

It turned into a storm and huge waves that tore through the battlefield.

They carried blood and fire, carried the glory of Abraham's name, and crushed all heresies in front of them with an unstoppable attitude.

The roar of the Bloodsworn Legion still echoes,

The next moment, a thousand Sons of the Courtyard rushed out from the formation like exploding thunder.

The gushing propeller tail flame dyed the earth red,

The heavy power armor rumbled on the ground, leaving cracks.

Every step was like the beating of a giant beast's heart. Ahead, the slave corps of the Soul Sucker Empire had not yet reacted to the surprise attack.

They are servants of heresy, biological constructs bound by mental chains,

But at this moment, facing this torrent of steel, an unprecedented instinctive fear came from their mental connection.

The first row of the Blood Oath Legion has already come into contact with the enemy.

No extra bells and whistles, no pauses.

The chainsword started, the serrated blade spun and roared,

With every sweep, an arm, a head, or even half a body was shredded to pieces, with blood, flesh, and mechanical sparks splattering everywhere.

The bolt gun fired continuously, and blue-gold explosion flowers bloomed one after another in the enemy camp.

Each bullet exploded upon hitting its target, shredding any living thing within a few meters.

Some heretics tried to raise a crude psionic shield, but it was not yet formed.
It was directly chopped in half by a huge chainsword, splitting the shield bearer's chest together, and hot blood and broken bones splattered in the air.

Some tried to escape, but were ruthlessly crushed by the advancing pace of the Blood Oath Legion.

Bursts of bolter fire broke their spines, and a slash of chainswords ended their wailing.

Blood, drawing mottled patterns on the ground;
Chunks of flesh rolled and flew in the shock wave;

The broken limbs and arms fluttered in the wind like broken flags on a desolate battlefield.

And the sons of the courtyard moved forward step by step.

Their steps were steady, without any emotion or joy, and every time they drew their swords and fired a bullet, they were as precise as a ritual of purge.

They were like forged blades of purification, cold, holy, and irresistible.

The screams of the heretics gradually faded, and their wails turned into a chaotic escape, but the Bloodsworn Legion never quickened its pace.

They just advanced slowly but steadily, digging out, cutting off, and burning every heretic in the most thorough way.

Each Bloodsworn Warrior is a death fortress in its own right;
And when they march forward in groups of hundreds or thousands, it is like an irresistible doomsday flood.

【Purification rate: 15%. 】

【Purification rate: 37%. 】

【Purification rate: 62%. 】

The data jumped rapidly on the tactical screen of the bridge. Silas whispered expressionlessly:
"—the heresy is crumbling."

At this moment, the remaining psychic suckers outside the colony,
In this baptism of blood and fire, they finally collapsed completely.

They dropped their weapons and companions, and fled madly through the ruins, but in the next second, they were intercepted one by one by the advancing Blood Oath Legion squads.

The scream of chainsaws tearing bones and the roar of explosive arrows igniting flesh and blood sounded among the ruins and scorched earth.

The entire battlefield seemed like an altar of blood sacrifice dedicated to heaven.

The Blood Oath Legion swears by blood, sings by blade, and takes extinction as a sacrament.

The advance of the Blood Oath Legion was like a torrent sweeping across the scorched earth.

They formed an array and gradually suppressed the remaining soul suckers in the colony.
Along the broken surface, advancing inch by inch towards the central hub.

Amid the ruins, the roar of bolt guns and the hum of chainswords intertwined into a war hymn.

Flames burned on the ruins, and broken bodies and bones formed a long bloody road on the ground.

Ahead, the colony's central hub - a giant tower woven from silver-purple neural and psychic cores - finally emerged into view.

It is the symbol of the Soul Sucker Empire's rule here, and it is also the heart of sin that will soon be pulled out by the Sons of the Courtyard.

The Blood Oath Legion squad had a brief exchange on the command channel, then spontaneously adjusted their formation.

The hundred teams all lowered their pace and their advancement speed suddenly increased.

The propulsion engines roared, the chainswords hummed as they ran, and the bolters switched to melee mode, with ethereal blue flames flickering and dancing in the chambers.

And just as they were about to reach the outskirts of the hub.

In the distance, a burst of psychic energy cut through the sky.

A group of spirit-sucking reinforcements finally arrived at the battlefield in a hurry!

They are counterattack forces urgently mobilized from neighboring colonial nodes.

An assault group consisting of hundreds of psychic armored prostheses and mental parasitic warriors swarmed towards the Blood Oath Legion's advance route under the commands of a frenzied and twisted mind.

On any normal battlefield, such an assault formation is enough to reverse the situation.

But the Blood Oath Legion did not waver in the slightest.

They paused slightly in their advance, re-gripping their chainswords, reloading their bolters, and adjusting their shoulders slightly.

then……

A row of bolter guns opened fire in unison following a low roar in the command channel!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
A row of blue-gold explosive arrows swept across the front.
Countless soul suckers were blown away during the charge.
Blood and flesh splattered, broken limbs scattered, and the psychic shield shattered and burned like paper.

Before the enemies who rushed forward could swing their weapons, their chests were torn open by the oncoming chainswords, or their skulls were pierced by heavy bolts, causing them to fall to the ground and struggle in a puddle of mud.

The entire front line of the battlefield seemed to have been shaved off by an invisible storm.

Heretic reinforcements vanguard - collapse.

The core of the heretic reinforcements - shaken,
The rear row of the heretic reinforcements began to flee.
The Blood Oath Legion did not pursue or clamor, they just continued to advance.

The chainsaws hum, the explosive arrows roar, the iron flow is silent, and the footsteps are like a pendulum.

They are like a furnace of faith,
Crush into dust all those struggling, wailing, and fleeing.

five minutes later.

The central hub of the colony was completely exposed to the Blood Oath Legion.

The last soul sucker sentry was broken into two by the roar of the chainsaw sword, and bloody raindrops fell on the ruined silver-purple core.

A team of Sons of the Courtyard rushed to the hub square. Among them was a centurion wearing a red cloak, holding high a heavy flag of the Midgard.

The military flag was made of recast deep space cloth, with a golden courtyard emblem embroidered in the center and inlaid with ethereal chains and holy inscriptions around it, fluttering above the scorched earth.

The Centurion knelt on one knee and slammed the flagpole into the steps of the hub's heart.

Boom-!
An invisible air wave spread out.

The one thousand descendants of the Blood Oath Legion present,
They all raised their heads, the power cores in their chests roared synchronously, their chainswords were raised high, and their bolter spears were pointed to the sky.

Roaring in unison:

"——For His Majesty Abraham!!!"

“——For the courtyard!!!”

"——For the Kingdom of Heaven!!!"

Under the bloody star realm, they used blood and blades as pens in the purest way, and wrote the first true meaning of the Earthly Courtyard in the heart of the heretic:
Total conquest.

……

[The Legion's battle results report is officially launched. 】

The tactical light curtain was golden.
Rows of victory data slowly unfolded above the bridge.

The first echo sounded in the Star Realm communication channel:
[The Estera Fault Zone, T-60N Hub, is now under the jurisdiction of the Midgard Courtyard. ]

[Confirmation of occupation of the core hub——]

[Colonial energy center, psychic matrix, mind interface relay station - all purified. ]

The second communication followed closely:
[Enemy casualties confirmed——]

[Heretical troop loss rate: 94%. ]

[Surviving prisoners: less than 3%. ]

[Mind-sync link destruction rate: 97%.]

[The enemy's command system completely collapsed.]

The third communication is even more concise and powerful:
[Blood Oath Legion——]

[All landing completed, combat units: survival rate 100%]

【No battle withdrawal.】

【No frontline collapse.】

[No active retreat.]

[The first war purification operation - successfully completed. ]