The chaotic battlefield is the test room that best demonstrates military qualities.
Blackwatchs who have Swarm cannon fodder can easily gain battlefield advantages like a snowball, so most Space Marines will choose to transform into Zergs. After all, insects have stronger physical survivability.
But there are still some Blackwatchs who choose the traditional school, wearing Power Armors that they carefully take care of, and using heavy armor and Electronic Muscle Bundless to protect themselves.
On the battlefield of Yack III, a Space Marine holding a pair of guns and a Power Sword behind his back was harvesting the lives of Orks. It looked like the person wearing the paint was Blackwatch.
Sure enough, during the break in the battle, this Space Marine took off his helmet, and a cool green hair appeared in the trench.
"Call artillery support, call artillery support, coordinates 38°53'51.33''N, 77°2`11.70''W, request Orbital Bombardment, use Lance! Don't kill me too."
Closing his communication channel, Nero called on the friendly troops who were huddled in the trenches like himself to retreat. Coincidentally, this friendly army was as good at using two guns as Nero.
Looking at Dark Angels named Cypher, with plasma in one hand and explosive bombs in the other, he harvested Orks in a very cool and dazzling way.
Nero, who was still a new recruit, looked envious. To put it simply, he wanted to show off like this.
Just when Nero was thinking about how to improve his moves, the destroyer far above the orbit aimed at the coordinate point it had just received.
In order to ensure that friendly forces would not be accidentally injured by him, the captain ordered the gunners to use Lance for bombing. At this point, the Blackwatchs were quite reliable.
As the dazzling light fell, the human soldiers who had retreated to safe positions got into the trenches one after another, and then felt the crazy shaking of the earth.
He poked the cold-faced Dark Angels next to him with his hand, and Nero asked:
"Cousin, can you teach me that? I also want to be as cool as you. The way you shot just now was so handsome."
As he spoke, Nero still opened his eyes and looked at him with admiration.
Perhaps Nero's performance on the battlefield just now was outstanding enough, or perhaps Cypher was so happy that his vanity was satisfied when he heard others praise him, and he couldn't suppress the raised corners of his mouth.
But in order to maintain his cold persona, Cypher, who was already feeling happy, still pretended to be indifferent. This move made Nero think that he had found the right person.
The voice of a patient with advanced laryngeal cancer came from under the hood, which gave Nero a feeling of familiarity, but since it was the guidance of a boss, he still listened very carefully.
And Cypher did not hide his secrets. He talked about his techniques in very capable language, attracting the attention of a group of soldiers who were lying in the trench.
At the end of the story, he probably felt that this young man was very similar to himself. His admiring eyes made me feel happy, and he planned to leave a superior image for himself.
"Young man, although your shooting accuracy is quite high, you have overlooked a very important issue."
"(°ー°)What on earth is that?"
"Rhythm."
Hearing the word "rhythm", Nero, who has been immersed in the art of showing off for a long time, suddenly became enlightened and responded:
"Master, you mean that only by grasping the rhythm of the battle and discerning the enemy's intentions, can you use the smoothest and fastest method to harvest the enemy and achieve such a cool operation, right?"
Unexpectedly, the words he said just to show off could have so many meanings. Cypher could only snort:
"That's right, but don't say it out loud. You need to experience this yourself. And don't say you were taught by me in the future. I won't recognize you after you come out of this trench."
The Orbital Bombardment that lasted for several minutes ended, and the mixed team followed the helmet indicator and rushed to another battlefield.
During the journey, Nero, who was riding Land Speeder, recalled Cypher's instructions just now, and gradually had some vague insights in his heart.
By coincidence, they met Orks's charging group as soon as they arrived at another position.
Picking up the firearm that had just been maintained by his Rick Robo-Cat, Nero dual-wielded Bolt Pistol and rushed to the battlefield. He wanted to verify his insights.
As soon as a Ork Boyz holding a rapid-fire cannon showed up, it was hit in the eye socket by a precise explosive bomb, shattering half of its head. Before releasing its finger on the trigger, it continuously hit the surrounding friendly forces.
Taking advantage of this commotion, Nero opened the jetpack behind him and jumped into the air. The fire control built into the helmet locked every Orks, and what followed was a death fall from the sky.
The loyal Bolter fulfilled his mission perfectly, and every explosive bomb accurately hit a Orks.
But it wasn't over yet. Nero, who was about to land, stopped suddenly, activated his jetpack again, and did a double jump in the air. He pulled out Power Sword from behind and struck down hard.
"Hiss"
Before he could react, the leader of Orks was cut in half by the New Year's Sword Technique that fell from the sky, and used as a bunker to block the attack of an explosive bomb for Nero.
Nero, who had completely found his rhythm, was running through the herd, switching back and forth with his double guns and sword, hunting every Orks with ease.
This made Cypher, who was shooting obscenely at the side, dumbfounded, and shouted in his heart, "You should have said this earlier!"
When the last Orks was chopped into pieces, Nero, who became the MVP of the battlefield, ran up to Cypher:
"Boss, what you said really works. What do you think of my performance just now?"
How is it? What can I do? Cypher, who was cursing in his heart, was speechless and could only say lightly:
"It's okay. I'm three times as hot as mine. Young man, you still have to continue to hone your skills!"
Cypher's words successfully frightened the innocent Nero, and he really thought that his skills were inferior to others, so he turned around and rushed into the battlefield again, ready to hone his abilities.
Through this counterattack, many legions have discovered what's special about Blackwatch. They can always use a strange way to turn the supposed serious battlefield into a very frivolous one.
Everyone has discovered the approximate reason, but they dare not say it. After all, the One Above is not easy to mess with.
As time went by, after killing Orks planets one after another, Coalition finally broke through the defense line and entered the coordinate point in Vulkan's mind.
And when the fleet arrived, looking at the empty starry sky, a question came to everyone's mind.
"Where did Ullanor go?"
Vulkan, who is in command, is convinced that the coordinate points in his mind are correct, but the reality is that there is no Orks mother star like Ullanor here.
Just when Hogg was about to cut open Vulkan's brain and use his tentacles to physically search the memory, a request for help message sent from Terra was intercepted by Astropath.
In the bridge of Bucephalus, seven Primarch plus Emperor himself heard the voice of Perturabo:
"Fuck, where are you people?"