The Shadow of Order Is Here, You Can Rest in Peace Now

Tanks from Amarans Company, 701st Armored Regiment of Chornian, broke through the sandstorm.

Inside vehicle number three of the first squadron, Sergeant Borell's voice reached Gheer Sulan's ears.

"Enemy situation: 40 degrees to the right. Open fire upon visual contact."

Sulan opened the breech of the main gun and loaded a shell.

With a dull thud as the breechblock locked, he turned the aiming Eyepiece.

Thick fog, like a curtain, filled the gray eyes; the Sun could no longer be seen anywhere in Taran, and the whole world was shrouded in Yellow Light.

As the cannon barrel rotated, he could see clearly at a distance of tens of meters.

He stared intently, trying to catch what was revealed beneath the swirling, shifting fog.

The mud leaped into view, and the steel vehicle body gradually became clear, like a creature rising from the sea to breathe.

[This is not my world!] Su Lan's fist slammed down.

Bang!

A white light engulfed the sharp corner and the unpolished steel, and Sulan secured his first kill.

Su Lan closed her eyes slightly, and hot air flowed through the tubes of the air tank and into the tubes in her mouth and nose.

"Sulan; it's not an intruder," Borell said patiently to the thin man wrapped in a heavy rubber hazmat suit.

Underneath his rubber protective suit, he wore a tan work uniform, a garment that suggested he had once been a citizen who had only received basic training.

When Borell first met Sulan, he had only received six hours of training and joined the crew as a guide.

However, the gunner was killed in the battle at the ruins of Saphir City, and Sulan had to take his place in order to continue the fight.

"It is your weapon, and it needs your care."

Borell instructed the new recruits while checking the monitors.

"Just like your children, I remember they were twins."

Su Lan's hand trembled slightly, and his body shook violently as the engine accelerated, searching for the next target.

The noise echoed in his mind, then suddenly transformed into a woman's voice with a slight Lacab accent.

Your daughter is still alive; we are protecting her.

When Su Lan saw the images of his two daughters, he could hardly believe his eyes.

"If you still want to see them, aim your cannons at Drasallius's Poison Blade and pull the trigger."

Su Lan knew that if he did as Jalen said, there would be only one outcome—death.

Even if he uses excuses such as nervousness or operational errors, he will still be Execution.

He has lived far too long by sheer luck.

As the steward, he was fortunate enough to go to the cargo hold to take inventory when the Iron Warriors launched their attack, thus escaping unscathed.

The truly terrible price was the death of Drasallius, who, given the choice, would have given his life to protect the Planetary Governor.

He is the spiritual symbol of the Taran reborn; with his death, this world will die once more.

The Taran cannot lose him.

But he had no choice.

Su Lan's gaze swept over the empty shell of the building as the fog dissipated.

The wooden balconies and doors and windows decayed and dissolved, the decay flowing down the stone walls.

A tooth, not yet fully dissolved in the mud, suddenly sprang up and smashed onto the Eyepiece.

Su Lan's hand slid across the fire control switch, and she silently made a decision.

"I—" He suddenly remembered the instructor's words, "Yes, sir."

Borell's gaze returned to the screen, "Three o'clock!"

Sulan rotated the turret, and the Plasma Demolisher Cannon began to charge.

As he pressed the launch button, the temperature of the vehicle suddenly rose.

"Kill him!" Su Lan shouted.

He fired each shot with remorse.

"The fourth vehicle----The ninth vehicle----"

Borell nodded slightly. Sulan was growing rapidly; in his first battle, he destroyed fourteen traitor tanks.

"Taran's Vengeance— " the signalman announced.

Su Lan's fingers suddenly paused. He involuntarily held his breath, as if he had returned to when he was still a purchasing agent, carefully avoiding making any noise when he first smuggled contraband.

"11 o'clock!"

Borell's loud shout made his fingers twitch.

Su Lan convulsively bent her fingers, stiffly placing them back on the button to avoid arousing suspicion.

Just as the aiming aperture was placed on the target, a missile streaking with flames flew into the corner of his eye and slammed into the gray tank.

"Change targets," Borell shouted.

"Predator."

"Drasallius will not let any Iron Warriors escape."

"Achieving results won't be easy; you'll have to steal them."

The button burned Su Lan's fingers. "I... I understand..."

Sizzle----

The silence of the communication headset was broken, and a deep, powerful voice entered everyone's ears.

We are not alone!

Su Lan had heard that authoritative voice before; he was the spiritual leader of the Taran reborn, and also—

His goal.

At this very moment, the "Shadow of Order" has arrived in Taran.

"Five o'clock!" Borell's voice, mixed in with Drasallius's voice, seemed to become background noise.

"No Astartes is more powerful than the Shadow of Order; the Iron Warriors will be crushed."

"I have personally witnessed the glorious victory won by Lord Nimrod's descendants."

"Taran will be saved, and we will win."

Su Lan pressed the launch button, and a blinding white light shot up.

"Good," Borell said, "Both hit simultaneously."

[Drasallius, you have done more than enough for Taran.]

Su Lan quickly rotated the cannon barrel, aiming it at the vulnerable side flank of the steel Great Beast.

The Shadow of Order has fallen----

No wonder Alpha Agents sacrificed me.

Alpha Agent first made his demands in Sapphire City, where he and eight others allowed the rebels to pass through, ultimately leading to the fall of the entire city.

[You can go now with peace of mind----]

He pressed the launch button, and a dazzling burst of electricity immediately blinded him.

Su Lan released the button and slid backward.

[Daughters, Daddy protected you.]

"Damn it, that's Drasallius's carriage."

"What are you doing?"

"Borell shouted."

He stared wide-eyed at the direction from which the dazzling white light was projected.

A flash of light streaked past the corner of my eye and suddenly came into view.

Tears streamed down Borell's face, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.

"Arrest Sulekh!" he shouted.

We are the Sinner of Taran ----

Borell slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids so heavy they almost closed.

He gazed at the screen, a sliver of hope in his eyes.

A layer of water vapor accumulated on the inner wall of the hazmat suit, making the blurry screen appear as if it were submerged in water.

"Sergeant!" the signalman called out.

"The Taran Vengeance is still there."

"What?"

Borell sprang up, his face pressed against the observation port of the armor crystal.

The darkness obscured the view.

Boom!

The vehicle shook violently with the vibration.

As Borell thought of the dazzling light, a sudden inspiration struck him.

"The Shadow of Order?"

I think so.

"That was a steel Great Beast."

Borell breathed a sigh of relief. He unbuckled his seatbelt, jumped in front of Su Lan, and grabbed him by the collar.

"Damn it, you've put us in a military court."