Orbital Drop
Losel Planet, orbiting in space.
The Conqueror-class Cruiser hovered in space, while Horn, his brow furrowed, watched as dozens of landing craft were destroyed by ground-based orbital defense artillery.
Already seething with anger and nowhere to vent it, he immediately turned his rage on the "incompetent nobles": "A bunch of insects! Damn good-for-nothings! They actually let the planetary orbital defense system fall into the hands of Chaos! They are a disgrace!"
However, venting is one thing, but the problems still need to be faced. In situations like this, there are usually only two paths to choose from.
Alternatively, they could use their numerical advantage to organize a large number of orbital Drop Pod. Even if the orbital defense artillery is densely packed, there will always be some that slip through the net, and it's impossible to intercept them all.
The drawback of this method is obvious: it would cause a lot of unnecessary casualties. Furthermore, considering that the location of the airdrop cannot be accurately pinpointed, even if the target is airdropped onto the surface of Losel, it would be difficult to find the target amidst the cult's encirclement.
As for the second method... that's a bit heretical.
Using Psychic Power, a one-way teleportation channel was opened directly between the spaceship and the Losel Planet.
The advantage is that this method saves a lot of manpower, allowing for a more concentrated effort to break through the cult's encirclement and increase the chances of finding the target. However, the disadvantage is that... the portal cannot be accurately located!
It's possible you'll be transported to the Earth's surface, but it's also possible that when you open your eyes, you'll find yourself transported to the Earth's core, mantle, or even a crevice in a mountain rock, turned into a pile of minced meat!
Just then, a message interrupted his thoughts.
The Astropathic Message transmitted by the Star Whisperer relay station were projected in three dimensions, showing a tall, Power Armor man with a resolute and square face and an extraordinary demeanor.
"Dear Mr. Horn Mr. Valshus, we are Raimon Polian from the Second Watcher Chapter Second Company. We have successfully arrived at Mandeville Point in Lossell. Please briefly describe the mission objectives."
Raimon's Astropathic Message finally eased the frustration of the irritated Horn: "Company Commander Polian, this mission is a rescue mission. I need your help to rescue someone from the heretical-infested Hive City."
Rescue mission... Raimon pondered for a moment. This mission was no simple task, unlike a simple assault mission. After all, finding the rescue target accurately and precisely in a large Hive City was not an easy task.
Besides, what if the person being rescued dies?
Even if they're not dead, what if they can't be found?
These are all issues that Raimon needs to consider. Their Chapter aims to establish a good relationship with the Valshius Merchant Dynasty, not to offend him!
"Excuse my frankness, Mr. Horn, the rescue mission is very difficult, as you should be well aware of..." Raimon hesitated for half a second before truthfully saying, "We need more detailed information to assess the difficulty of this mission and whether it can be completed."
"I will have the Machine Spirit transmit all of Losel's intelligence to your cruisers."
Horn paused for half a second, then said meaningfully, "Of course, including this time, inviting you to participate is a small personal gesture. If you can rescue the target, I will offer a reward that will satisfy your entire Chapter!"
On the other side.
Inside the Strike Cruiser, Raimon reviewed the intelligence reports, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. He had initially thought it was just a routine cult rebellion, but the intelligence reports revealed that the situation on Losel was far more complex than it appeared.
Before each mission, Raimon always made it a habit to analyze the existing intelligence and then meticulously examine the truth. This habit helped his company escape danger on several occasions.
And this time was no exception.
After seeing Losel's intelligence report, Raimon remained silent until his comrade beside him couldn't bear it any longer and broke the silence by asking, "Company Commander, is this mission... difficult?"
"No, on the surface, the task seems very easy."
Raimon frowned and said in a deep voice, "The only difficulty lies in how to avoid the orbital defense artillery, but we have the Thunderhawk Gunship, so that's not difficult to do."
After speaking, he hesitated for half a second, looked at the few combat comrades gathered in the command room, and said with some worry, "But I always feel that this planet is not so simple."
"What is the approximate location of the target?"
Beside Raimon, a tall, burly man, somewhat impatient, asked eagerly, "Company Commander, let's not hesitate! This kid is a gold mine!"
There aren't many people who can be described as having "gold mines".
Coincidentally, one of their rescue targets was Alvin Valshius, and as the last heir of the Valshius Family, Horn had asked for an exorbitant price!
Regardless of whether the Watcher Chapter can rescue the target, Valshius will be responsible for the Chapter's supplies for the next three years. If they do manage to rescue the target, Horn will grant the Watcher Chapter the right to recruit soldiers from hundreds of worlds within their territories, and will also provide them with dozens of sets of high-quality Power Armor, high-quality Power sword, and more – a truly generous reward!
Calling that kid a gold mine is a bit of an understatement!
Therefore, that person urged the Company Commander, lest the fat meat that was about to be eaten be snatched away by others.
"You're right..."
Even Raimon was getting restless because of the conditions offered by Horn. What the Watcher Chapter lacked most was a stable way to recruit soldiers from all over the world.
Horn conveniently filled that gap.
Moreover, there are dozens of sets of finely crafted Power Armor. The rarity of those items is such that very few people in the entire Astartes are qualified to wear them!
Horn pulled out dozens of sets in one go!
If it weren't inappropriate, Raimon would have even considered robbing them. He thought to himself, no wonder the captain ordered them to set off immediately after receiving the distress signal.
"Squads 3, 4, and 5, in the Thunderhawk Gunship, prepare for a forced airdrop." Raimon finally made up his mind, gazing at the planet in space, and said in a deep voice, "Lyon, remember, the primary objective of this mission is to rescue the target: Alvin Valshius, and secondly, to eliminate the heretics!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the narrow corridor, a burly man, dressed in pure white Power Armor and with a shrine hanging from his waist, with a height of about two and a half meters, stepped heavily into the Thunderhawk Assault Cannon.
The next moment, the Thunderhawk Assault Cannon slid out of its hatch.
At extremely high speed, trailing flames around it, it was like a meteorite, crashing heavily onto the surface of Losel!
At the same time, Tucker led the 3rd Company squad and successfully destroyed the planetary orbital defense cannon, completely eliminating the threat from the sky.
"That is..."
Tucker's eyes widened as he stared at the fiery streak of light cutting through the sky. Upon realizing it was a Thunderhawk Gunship, he couldn't contain his excitement. "The Angel of the Emperor! The Angel of the Emperor have arrived!!!"