Pre-Battle Mobilization: Remember the Oath!
Warning! Warning!
"An unknown spacecraft is in the atmosphere and is breaking through the first energy shield!"
A piercing alarm sounded, accompanied by a red flash of light that signaled danger, as the Vibranium Laboratory in Wakanda was activated!
Like meteorites, trailing scorching flames, they tore through the atmosphere, leaving bright trails and sparks. With an approaching shriek, they hurtled with astonishing kinetic energy and speed, crashing directly into the energy shield surrounding Wakanda!
Those uniquely shaped metal spacecraft, resembling a "water droplet," actually smashed through the first line of defense!
Then, in the eyes of Prince T'Challa, the four tribal chiefs, and all the people of Wakanda, he crashed into the outer city of Wakanda.
Boom!
After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted!
The terrifying shockwaves, visible to the naked eye, resembled angry waves crashing against the ocean, utterly destroying the surrounding farmhouses and fields with devastating force!
"The enemy... is here!"
T'Challa, being a prince, felt a sudden tightness in his chest.
His gaze, initially cold, quickly hardened into unwavering resolve. Turning to the four tribal chiefs, he raised his clenched right fist. "They've already declared war on us! Now we must unite to defend our homeland and protect our Vibranium!"
Long live Wakanda!
The four tribal leaders shouted in unison, letting out roars like wild beasts.
"We'll show them that Wakanda... will never submit to anyone!" T'Challa roared, veins bulging on his neck and eyes bloodshot, "Bast the Panther God will protect us! Our ancestors will protect us!"
Because the old King T'Chaka's injuries were too severe, he had been sent for medical treatment.
Prince T'Challa is Wakanda's hope now; they need a young and powerful "Black Panther"!
I swear, I will stand with you!
T'Challa took a deep breath, clenched his fists, crossed them into a cross, and pressed them against his chest. "Long live Wakanda!"
Let's rewind a few minutes.
The Imperial Standard Issue Drop Pod, deployed from the "frigate," will be precisely landed in the Wakanda tribal city area under the guidance of the Machine Spirit.
Eight Drop Pod, carrying an ominous premonition, ripped through the sky with a piercing shriek.
The environment inside the Drop Pod was far from comfortable; it was a basic standard Drop Pod, each capable of carrying eight Space Marine.
In the pitch-black, vibrating environment, Ollsen glanced at the instrument on his wrist to confirm the mission.
Mission 1: Control the Wakanda royal family members, and capture "Shuri" alive.
"Task Two: Ensure the integrity of the Vibranium vein."
"Task 3: Find and collect the Heart-shaped Herb."
Inside the violently shaking Imperium Drop Pod, the carriers sent out their mission.
This time, the only Space Marine on the mission were Deathwatch Company 1, formerly the Fallen Angels Company 1.
In Space Marine Chapter, the First Company is usually composed of the most experienced and elite veterans in the entire Chapter. In this former Fallen Angels Company, the youngest veterans have served for at least two hundred years, and there are several veterans who have served for five hundred years!
It can be said that the veterans of this first company are almost the most elite force in the entire Chapter!
Furthermore, to ensure the mission could be completed beautifully, quickly, and accurately, Ollsen personally took on the role of frontline commander. This was also to demonstrate the true strength of the former First Legion, the Dark Angels, to Alvin!
As former First Legion, the Dark Angels, and now the Black Watch, they desperately need this opportunity to prove their worth!
The Drop Pod was breaking through the atmosphere, and the group of Dark Angels, secured to their seats by safety devices, lowered their heads.
How long has it been since they last sat in an Imperium Drop Pod?
Is it three hundred years? Five hundred years? Or... a thousand years?
Those images, long buried deep in my memory, seem to be gradually returning as the Drop Pod vibrates against the atmosphere.
The warrior, clad in jet-black armor and wearing a skull helmet, held a heavy book with a metal cover. The crimson light emitted by the Auspex in the darkness swept across the seats one by one, finally landing on Ollsen opposite him.
The two seemed to have a tacit understanding; with a glance, the warrior in the skull helmet understood the Chapter Master's meaning.
He is the Chapter Serf and the spiritual leader of his Chapter Brother, but even more so, he needs to guide them on the right path when they are lost!
Ollsen led the group to join the Penitent Crusade, but deep down, they were still filled with fear and dread.
They were afraid, unable to obtain the Emperor's forgiveness, let alone the Primarch's pardon.
The Chapter Serf suddenly spoke, his deep, hoarse voice clearly reaching the ears of the somewhat bewildered Dark Angels warriors, even drowning out the sounds of atmospheric friction and vibration.
"What are your duties?"
The sudden question seemed to give the bewildered Dark Angels a glimmer of light amidst their chaotic thoughts!
They followed their instincts and answered in unison, "To fulfill the Emperor's will!"
What is the will of the Emperor?
The priest's voice suddenly rose, like a heavy hammer blow to the heart of the Chapter Brother.
What was shattered was not only the buried memories, but also the awakened passion!
It was as if a heart, rusted and cooled by the years, was rekindled by that question.
"Let us... fight to the death!"
The bewildered Dark Angels seemed to have found a reason to fight, and their memories flooded back into their minds!
They fought bloody battles time and time again for the Emperor!
The abandoned honors, the stolen names, the slanders bestowed upon them—all of them surged back into my mind with each shout!
What is death?
The priest gripped his scepter, his roar like that of an engine.
"It's our duty!"
"We are the Emperor's finest warriors!"
"Faith is our shield!"
Hatred is our weapon!
We have nothing to fear!
"We are the Angels of Death!"
Ollsen closed his eyes.
Now, they are no longer shameful traitors, but warriors atoning for their sins for the Emperor!
They will bring despair to the enemy; they are the darkness that watches for dawn!
Finally, amidst extremely violent shaking, the Drop Pod landed successfully!
The standard Drop Pod's door opens like a flower petal.
A wave of scorching heat, accompanied by a freshness never before experienced and a cloud of noisy dust, rushed into the hatch.
Remember our motto!
Ollsen, having finished his prayers, finally raised his head.
The crimson Auspex spotted the enemies approaching from all directions.
Buzz!
Ollsen drew his Power sword, and no one noticed the tears welling up in his eyes, hidden by his helmet.
After so many years, they finally have the right to say those words once again.
"For the Emperor, for Ryan!"
The next moment, nearly a hundred Dark Angels stepped out of the Drop Pod in unison.
The sun's rays seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and dark clouds shrouded the outer city of Wakanda.
The first line of defense was built by the border tribes of Wakanda. They were skilled at using robes to form energy barriers, gradually compressing the enemy's living space, and then reaping their lives with spears when the enemy was gathered together.
However, the chief of the border tribe felt a sudden chill when he saw the "enemies" emerging from the Drop Pod.
For some reason, he felt a chilling, trembling sensation emanating from those "enemies" clad in black armor and standing tall and strong!