A Day in the Life of the Dark Angels

The commander swore he really wanted to rush back right now.

Then, with his size 43 feet, he roughly lifted Will off the chair.

Ideally, you should use the hardest part of your military boot to whack his ass, so that this damned bastard will know the importance of intelligence in war!

Unfortunately, no matter how angry he was, he had to solve the immediate problem first.

The commander had already decided in his mind that the group entrenched on the Ishimura was the Earth United Government.

"Tell the other warships to execute Plan One!" He possessed exceptional command skills, and since the enemy was the Earth Alliance, they could no longer allow their fleet to remain in a straight line, otherwise they would be sitting ducks!

Upon receiving the order, the ten CEC warships quickly and skillfully changed formation according to the pre-arranged plan.

However, just as they were busily making their tactical changes, the observers on the bridge deck noticed that the enemy had made a move that puzzled them greatly and was completely incomprehensible.

A small aircraft emerged from the lower deck of the Ishimura and then sped toward their fleet of warships at an astonishing speed.

Judging from the speed of movement on the Radar, this small aircraft is moving very fast.

However... even the fastest small aircraft is still just an "aircraft," and there is an insurmountable gap between it and a warship.

Seeing the enemy's seemingly irrational behavior, the commander, who had initially been cautious, couldn't help but sneer, "Is this all the Earth Alliance can do? Do they really think they can defeat us with just a small aircraft like this?"

Upon hearing this, bursts of laughter echoed through the CEC Joint Fleet's communication channels.

"Who knows, they might actually be a band of rebels?"

"Yes, maybe we were just lucky just now, or maybe CEC equipped the Ishimura with some new shield technology?"

"Pfft, what era is this? They're still using such outdated tactics."

The bursts of laughter coming from the communication channel allowed the commander, who had been on edge, to relax a little.

A slight smile appeared on his stiff face, "Alright, it seems I was overthinking it. They're just a bunch of ordinary rebels, nothing special. They're probably just desperate, that's why they're trying to fight us with this stuff."

Now, in the interstellar age, beyond-visual-range combat is the mainstream!

For a few people to pilot an aircraft and charge at the enemy like ancient cavalrymen is undoubtedly courting death!

"Fire control Radar has locked onto the target. Proceed with the fire?"

"Permission to fire."

Two simple commands were issued.

The CEC fleet, shaped like a crescent moon, immediately launched a massive bombardment from both flanks.

Beams of light ripped through the dark starry sky, trailing an aura of destruction like shooting stars, surrounding the lone, mournful flying machine with the force of thunder, and finally exploding into the most dazzling flames after the encirclement.

"This is too easy," a crew member in charge of artillery said with a grin, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

In this interstellar age, they don't even need to use their brains. They can simply hand it over to artificial intelligence systems and fire control Radar, lock on, and then lightly press a button to turn a warship hundreds of kilometers away into a complete ruin.

But just as the CEC fleet was filled with laughter and chatter on its communication channel, an observer's exclamation brought them back to reality.

"Oh no, it's still there!"

The same nightmare has played out once again.

Their attacks were completely ineffective, not even managing to leave the slightest scratch on the aircraft.

After being attacked, it sped off again, heading straight for the center of their warships.

Charge from the commander's location!

In an instant, the commander panicked, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

What exactly happened?

Why are their attacks repeatedly rendered completely ineffective by the opponent?

But time was of the essence, and the observer cried out again, "Oh no! They're moving too fast!"

Unable to intercept on both flanks.

The moment the commander looked up, he could already clearly see the aircraft.

Its outer armor is extremely old and worn, as if it has been through countless battles, with bullet holes, dents and other marks on it. On the front cockpit armor, there is a faded and yellowed Aquila.

"What... are they trying to do?"

The commander's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the aircraft, which was already within inches of him but still showed no signs of slowing down. His heart nearly stopped.

"Well, sir..." the observer swallowed hard, his face filled with despair, and said, "It looks like they're going to ram us head-on!"

"Fuck!"

The commander finally snapped, yelling, "Are they insane? Do they want to take us all down with them?"

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However, regardless of their thoughts, the pilots of the Raikage gunships seemed completely unfazed.

Moving the lever forward slightly reduced the engine's thrust.

Otherwise, given the armor strength of the enemy warship, he was genuinely afraid that the Thunderhawk Gunship would ram through him and cut him in half.

Rumble!!!

The Thunderhawk Gunship rammed into the CEC's command ship in an extremely brutal and reckless manner.

The outer armor of warships in this era was like paper, utterly useless against the Imperium's Thunderhawk Gunship.

After a violent jolt, the driver calmly lit a cigarette and then opened the rear transport hatch.

His mission was complete. All he had to do now was enjoy a cigarette in the cockpit before taking the group back.

The dark hatch was opened, and warning lights on both sides of the passageway flashed a dangerous red light.

Then, accompanied by the vibration of the gangway, one by one Space Marine, each about two meters tall, stepped out from inside.

The total number of people in this team is only about ten.

To be able to deploy ten people to deal with such "heretics" is already giving them face. You should know that dealing with these kinds of people is usually the responsibility of the Astra Militarum.

Soon, the well-trained Dark Angels divided into three groups and attacked from different directions in turn.

The first team encountered a CEC special operations squad head-on, who were lying in ambush, attempting to launch a surprise attack with Plasma Cutting Gun.

But in the instant they pulled the trigger, in less than a millisecond of time!

The Dark Angels, who was at the forefront, heard the sound coming from the shadows. With astonishing speed, he turned to the side and used his thickest shoulder armor to withstand the deadly Plasma Cutting Gun. The parallel beam of light exploded on the shoulder armor.

Before the special operations team could be shocked, the Dark Angels decisively drew his Bolter and accurately locked onto the enemy in the shadows.

Boom!

What awaited them was being Bolter.

The other team was luckier; they encountered CEC's large combat armor, which looked like something out of science fiction.

However, before the combat personnel piloting the large mechs could even get excited, their legs were severed by the roaring, ear-piercing Chainsword, and they were then forcefully thrown out and embedded in the walls of the cabin.

My God...

Even the most experienced commander had never seen an enemy like this before.

They were swift and deadly, seemingly born for war; each one was like a superman!

His meticulously laid traps and defensive line of hundreds of men were completely destroyed by the enemy in just three minutes with overwhelming force!

No, these people... are definitely not the Earth Alliance!

The commander slumped into his chair in despair, his eyes filled with utter despair.

Faced with the Space Marine' most direct and powerful violence, their carefully crafted schemes seemed like a joke!

And this is just another ordinary day for the Dark Angels.