Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 1547: Chapter 879_2

“Holy Blood above… “Steel Bone Battle Captain instinctively reached for the Holy Relic Box at his waist, only to see Ouyi already draw the Punishment Type Power Sword. The Ironfist Ambassador’s warriors swiftly unfolded their collapsible Boarding Shields, performing moves identical to when they resisted the gene stealers in Salamander Nest Capital forty years ago.

“Old rules?” Ouyi’s voice carried a smile, with scorching red light peeking through his helmet’s visor. Bach’er suddenly recalled the scene when they teamed up to slay the Terran warriors in their youth, the doubts in his chest melting like morning mist under the sun. He heavily struck his chest armor, and the Steel Bone Butchers immediately formed into three spearhead formations.

As the Ironfist Terminator Squad melted through the warlord’s knee with a flow of thermite, Bach’er was leading the veterans of the first company up the monster’s back. His chain-saw sword got stuck in the armor’s seams, with sparks flying and staining his visor blood red. Below, the suddenly iron-gray armor formations sped across the scorched earth, and the roar of blast bomb guns made Bach’er’s eardrums tremble. He saw with his own eyes an Ironfist Ambassador warrior leap from the transport ship’s hatch, a power backpack spitting blue flame—astonishingly, the warrior used a thermite cannon mid-air to blast the engine of a Green Skin truck, with the exploded metal fragments raining into the beastman crowd like a downpour.

“Leave the right flank to me!” Ouyi’s roar exploded in the communication channel. Bach’er glimpsed the flash of orange-red arm armor cutting through the smoke, as the Ironfist Battle Captain led the Terminator Squad to punch through the Green Skin line with Thunder Battle Hammers. The Steel Bone Butchers’ warriors instantly contracted their formation in tacit agreement, forming a death vortex with chain-saw swords to strangle enemies that slipped through.

The unique stench of beastmen suddenly intensified. Bach’er swung backhanded to cut down an approaching jumper, with fetid green blood splattering across the Steel Skull Badge on his power armor’s shoulder. His peripheral vision swept across the battlefield, finding the Ironfist warriors still maintaining their signature trident advance formation—the flanking blast bomb gunners providing alternating cover, and the Central Assault Team always holding high the Earth Splitting Battle Banner inherited from the Punisher Legion.

“Waaagh!!”

Deafening roars came from underground, and the entire plain suddenly churned like waves. A twenty-meter-tall Beastman Warlord crashed through the rock layers, its rusted power claw tearing through five Chimera carriers. Bach’er felt his teeth clattering, with metal skulls hanging from the monster’s body jingling loudly, each taken from a torn-apart Interstellar Warrior.

“Holy Blood above… “Steel Bone Battle Captain instinctively reached for the Holy Relic Box at his waist, only to see Ouyi already draw the Punishment Type Power Sword. The Ironfist Ambassador’s warriors swiftly unfolded their collapsible Boarding Shields, performing moves identical to when they resisted the gene stealers in Salamander Nest Capital forty years ago.

“Old rules?” Ouyi’s voice carried a smile, with scorching red light peeking through his helmet’s visor. Bach’er suddenly recalled the scene when they teamed up to slay the Terran warriors in their youth, the doubts in his chest melting like morning mist under the sun. He heavily struck his chest armor, and the Steel Bone Butchers immediately formed into three spearhead formations.

As the Ironfist Terminator Squad melted through the warlord’s knee with a flow of thermite, Bach’er was leading the veterans of the first company up the monster’s back. His chain-saw sword got stuck in the armor’s seams, with sparks flying and staining his visor blood red. Below, a familiar battle cry suddenly arose—twenty Ironfist recruits used a human ladder to hoist Ouyi into mid-air, the ion arc light of the battle captain’s blade glowing so bright it was blinding.

“For The Emperor!!” The weapons of both generations of battle captains simultaneously pierced into the beastman’s eye socket. Amid the dull sound of skulls bursting, Bach’er heard the clash of steel and iron, reminiscent of their first charge side by side beneath the glaciers of the mother star. When the Warlord fell with a crash, he saw Ouyi’s battle flag planted in the monster’s chest, the scorched-black bullet holes on the flag surface identical to those from the battle thirty years ago to aid the Steel Bone Mother Star.

Surviving warriors in the smoke began striking their shields with their warhammers, the iron symphony of the Steel Bone Butchers intertwining with the Ironfist Ambassador’s plasma hum, creating an ancient rhythm. Bach’er bent to pick up a half-bloodied piece of orange-red shoulder armor, noting the bleeding Ring of Punishment badge—identical to the piece shattered forty years ago when Ouyi shielded him from a Poison Blade Cannon shot.

“Will the reinforcements inherit this too?” He wiped the bloodstains from the metal fragment. Ouyi walked over and ripped open the damaged neck armor, revealing a menacing glacier crack tattoo underneath—Ironfist warriors are branded with this mark upon promotion to veteran, always in the same spot.

“Bloodlines can be reproduced, but the soul cannot.” The battle captain pointed to the Pharmacist collecting Genetic Seeds, “See what those kids are carving on the Holy Armor?” Bach’er approached the recruits’ armor, finding densely packed runic text in the gaps between bullet marks, bearing the names of the Ironfist Ambassador’s fallen across generations.

As the blue light of an orbital bombardment pierced the clouds, the banners of both battle groups were already planted on the furnace core of the Green Skin Farm. The Steel Bone warriors decorated their power armor with beastman teeth, while Ironfist recruits sang Punishment hymns around their fallen brothers’ bodies. Bach’er gazed at the battlefield melted by plasma, suddenly noticing those brand-new Majestic Armors in the sunset gleamed the same matte finish as the old-style Sky Eagle Armors. Iron-gray armor formations sped across the scorched earth, with the roar of blast bomb guns making Bach’er’s eardrums tremble. He saw with his own eyes an Ironfist Ambassador warrior leap from the transport ship’s hatch, a power backpack spitting blue flame—astonishingly, the warrior used a thermite cannon mid-air to blast the engine of a Green Skin truck, with the exploded metal fragments raining into the beastman crowd like a downpour.

“Leave the right flank to me!” Ouyi’s roar exploded in the communication channel. Bach’er glimpsed the flash of orange-red arm armor cutting through the smoke, as the Ironfist Battle Captain led the Terminator Squad to punch through the Green Skin line with Thunder Battle Hammers. The Steel Bone Butchers’ warriors instantly contracted their formation in tacit agreement, forming a death vortex with chain-saw swords to strangle enemies that slipped through.