Warhammer 40: Shattered Steel Soul

Chapter 350 Why are they all here?

In his mind, Perturabo once again confirmed that the ships deployed in deep space were decorated with dark blue paint with lightning patterns. Two ships were floating on the outer boundary of the star sector. The ones requesting contact were from the ninth. With the XIV Legion, the shuttle Primarch aboard his Glorious Queen-class battle barge was also named Konrad Curze, not Rogal Dorn.

Not to mention that his only request for joint operations should have been sent to the table in the strategic command room of the Phalanx, where Konrad Coze, who had an erratic whereabouts and unique intelligence sources, appeared here. It can't even be said that they know the two newly formed legions recently.

If Morse hadn't sent letters here from time to time in recent years, I'm afraid that after these two unheard of legion names entered the Iron Warriors data link system, he would have had to spend time verifying whether the empire really had an extra "Death Guard" and how to deal with it. A group of "Blood Angels".

He tapped his finger on the table, and his vision, which was connected to multiple electronic instruments in the Iron Blood, followed Conrad's movements. Finally, when the shuttle reached its target, the dark figure of the Lord of the Eighth Legion walked past the final destination. During that short journey, when they arrived at the door of the strategy room, they ordered the iron door to slide open silently to one side.

"We have spent many dark nights without seeing each other. Lord of Iron, we meet again in the abyss..."

"I thank you for your support, Conrad." Perturabo said in a calm and firm tone, "The war is tense now, and we don't need to chat. What can I offer you, and how do you want to participate in this battle?"

Curze walked around the long table and stood at the end slightly away from Perturabo. He regretfully found that there was only one chair suitable for the size of the original body.

"Map, battle reports, racial data, any existing files." Coze said, "It's best to bring some more prisoners for our dissection and study. My Haemonculi Conclave is on the accompanying list."

Perturabo nodded: "The documents can be provided, and there are no prisoners alive. After the attempt to attack the fortress proved to be unbearable, the Iron Warriors' strategy for dealing with the Hrud changed to reconnaissance and blockade. Give it to me Your contemplative address serial number."

"What's the matter?" Perturabo opened the door halfway and looked sideways.

"The original body of the Blood Angels and I met in Baal, and the Blood Angels just met the Death Guard in Garaspa not long ago. They had a fight." Coze smiled mysteriously, and the figure officially disappeared. In the corridor outside the door.

Perturabo had a headache and rearranged the steel pipe on his head. Curze suddenly left and returned again, knocking politely at the door.

It would be best if Curze decided to reveal which webway he followed to the Satradar Abyss and where he got his information - although Perturabo would bet a quadrant of the Phalanx that it was Morse did it.

"Of course, I'll think about it - I'll get back to you within nine hours, Perturabo," Coze laughed to himself, bowed to him dramatically, held his chest, and slid out of the command room backwards.

Without asking, Perturabo could guess that the misleading battle mentioned by Curze probably refers to fighting side by side, not confrontational fighting.

"I understand, I understand..." Kurtz shook his head slightly, not sure what he was thinking. "The Hrud are sentient beings, right? We will have our own fighting methods..."

"Please be sure to write a battle plan document, Konrad, or at least have your company commander do it. I don't want to cause a friendly conflict, such as my troops seeing a sudden black shadow and firing defensively."

It must be pointed out that the excellent sound insulation design of the command room makes it impossible for the retro action of knocking on the door to disturb the indoor air, unless the person in the room happens to have the ability to see through walls, such as thousands of parallel thoughts. A wisp of it is always hanging on Perturabo's hidden surveillance equipment outside the door.

After sending Konrad Curze away, Perturabo returned to remote command of the battle line. The Iron Warriors' current attack force includes ninety-three tactical teams in eight battalions, fighting on six planets at the same time.

He doesn't need to command every squad in real time, otherwise he wouldn't have had to set up the Iron Warriors' army structure, but he is expected to know what they are doing, what risks they will face, and in a few cases give his own advice.

Although the Cheorwon has set sail, when he is officially commanding an intense battle, he currently prefers to run to the Iron-Blooded. Firstly, it is a habit, and secondly, it is easier to prepare for possible gang-hopping battles or landing battles. The Cheorwon's unique shape is destined to serve as a mobile space fortress and fortress, rather than a war flagship that cuts through the world like a sharp knife at the head of the fleet.

After a while, two new communication requests appeared in the data pad in Perturabo's hand almost simultaneously. He opened it and projected the image into the imager in the center of the long table.

When he heard two unfamiliar greetings from the Primarch, Perturabo suddenly realized that he was now wearing a simple toga robe with no formal meaning. Because he was in the middle of a continuous war, his state It can be described as a mess.

Comparing the two relatives in the projection image who seemed to have done some cleaning and grooming for their first meeting - especially the one with gleaming blond hair, I am afraid that I am not paying enough attention to it.

Perturabo blinked tiredly and glanced at the two Primarchs: "Hello, Mortarion, Sanguinius, nice to meet you. I am the Lord of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo. Turabo.”

Sanguinius and Mortarion briefly introduced themselves. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, Perturabo was still keenly aware of the two brothers' intentions to explore him.

He had to wonder what Morse did in front of the two of them.

"I know the predecessors of your respective legions and have cooperated to a certain extent." Perturabo said, "Despite their shortcomings, they are still respectable legionnaires. I believe this will be a success. Joint operations."

Mortarion nodded silently, and Sanguinius smiled brightly: "Thank you, Perturabo. I have also heard of you, a unique Lord of Iron."

Perturabo suppressed for the moment the question from whom Sanguinius had heard of him. He believes that the image he displays in the eyes of different people is definitely very different.

"The integration of information resources will be sent to your flagship later, but I heard that you just completed a war before coming to this area. Do you need any rest or replenishment?"

"No," Mortarion replied. "Glaspar is enough to enable us to complete the supply work, and Horus has also given help."

"Okay, after you enter the Satrada area, I hope to have a face-to-face meeting with you. The location will be here, how about it?" Perturabo asked.

"Of course," Sanguinius nodded softly, his expression becoming powerful, "I look forward to meeting you, and the Blood Angels will be honored to fight alongside the Iron Warriors."

Mortarion simply said "Understood" and then suppressed a "See you later" to terminate the transmission of the image signal.

Sanguinius nodded goodbye.

Perturabo was about to leave the chair he had been sitting in for a week and wash his face when a new data signal was sent to his nervous brain.

This forced him to return to the command position and continue to issue new orders.

The unexpected loss of contact with Barabas Dantioch, a battalion commander on the battlefield, is by no means something that can be easily accepted.

(End of this chapter)