Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

Buzz~-! Buzz~-!

The airdrop silo is like the bombers carrying out saturation bombing on the surface during World War II, washing the metal surface that has withstood the flash of nuclear explosions.

However, the airdrop pod is not a bomb, and because there is no resistance on the metal surface, all passengers and pilots in the airdrop pod do not need to perform a free fall landing. They start the anti-gravity program one after another, and complete the landing almost completely smoothly...

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

Ta~ta~!

The barn door popped open.

Boom, boom.

The magnetic boots are in complete contact with the metal surface.

I saw nearly a thousand Spartans wearing Mjolnir Mark 12 power armor that looked like a lean version of the Terminator, as well as 10,000 auxiliary troops equipped with the latest Herendin power armor, and those who insisted on using mortal weapons. Hell's paratroopers, whose body can compete with all the beasts and horses, left the airdrop warehouse one after another, holding their own firearms and headed towards the pyramid group deep in the isolated island.

It doesn't stop there.

As the Spartans and auxiliaries began to gather in squads, platoons, and companies, and launched charges, countless transport boats also arrived at the landing area.

Go! Go! Go!

Twist your fat butts! Pull the **** off those metal skeletons! Then stuff them back into their mouths that they can't chew!

General! I don't think those metal aliens have any ****, 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 roars of war. Together with the heavy-duty vehicles, mobile artillery and other equipment that were carried to this area by the transport boat, The ground mechas, like a wave, followed the previously airdropped troops to launch an assault.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

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

At the same time, there are more than a hundred aerial fortresses that are slowly sailing, using large-caliber artillery and a sufficiently strong missile reserve to bombard the undead army that is also gathering.

If you look closely at the main force of the 1st Battalion that has been assembled, you will see that the person at the forefront is not Sparta, but a female auxiliary with obvious golden paint and a power backpack with a luminous iron ring.

And this female auxiliary soldier with neat short hair shouted Death! Die! You bastard while she pulled the trigger of the special bolter and sprayed anti-matter bolt shells at the Necron in the distance. .

boom! boom!

In the distance, white flashes of light rose, followed by mushroom clouds and shock waves.

It seemed that the female auxiliary was venting her anger on the alien.

In fact, the name of this auxiliary soldier is Tis Byron, and he is one of the first batch of mortals to join the Spartan Legion. His most famous achievement should be that he killed a Chaos Aasi who was strong enough to be a company champion. Tate.

Moreover, she just kicked the soldiers, and the war cry she made didn't sound like the Spartan Legion, but more like the Space Wolves' war cry, 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 guns.

Of course, it is not that Tis Byron was affected by Chaos and had strong resentment towards the ***. On the contrary, since the upper echelons of the empire relaxed the research on artificial intelligence and allowed intelligent artificial intelligence to begin to provide services to the legions and battalions. Later, 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 Marine Corps, began to become more and more irritable.

Now, she vented all her inner dissatisfaction on the Necron.

When the main forces on the ground and in the air were assembled and dispersed, charging towards the nearby metal pyramid, there was already an elite raiding team, shuttling between the silent streets at low altitude, heading towards the seemingly isolated island core, which was still visible to the naked eye. It can be seen that the largest pyramid is under attack.

In fact, this assault team is composed of Vulcan and Anakin who have a jetpack on the back of the power armor, and 300 warriors who control the Glory Centurion.

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

Of course, this kind of competition must throw the Primarch out. 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 honeycomb, attracting 90% or even more of the defensive force.

This allowed the assault team to advance at a low altitude, shuttling between buildings without encountering much resistance.

It didn't take long for the group of them to reach the seemingly core area of ​​the isolated island, as well as the extremely tall metal pyramid, which was hundreds of kilometers high from the top to the surface.

View from above.

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

Retract your vision.

Huh...huh...~

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 sound of the howling 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 high 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 plunder and return directly. 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 flight speed and raised a little height, directly entering the extended entrance passage and heading towards the interior of the pyramid at high speed.

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

After 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.