Exterminatus (2)

The army and high command of the Laer civilization did not receive negotiations, nor did they receive a landing operation from the Imperium of Man's army.

All they received was a silent infiltration and assassination attempt.

For the Laer civilization, their primary hypothetical enemy has always been the Third Legion.

However, the current fighting style of this team is too strange; it doesn't resemble the Third Legion at all.

Because this team's initial combat tactic was to directly decapitate their opponents.

Moreover, they infiltrated silently, then beheaded the target, and immediately withdrew, leaving them no time to react.

Rather than facing Legion army, they are more likely to be harassed by some vicious bandits.

But they soon discovered that these people were not simple.

Because this group of people quickly withdrew, however, just as they flew out of the atmosphere...

What followed was the unparalleled saturation firepower of the Imperium of Man.

Although their space fleet reacted at top speed, the enemy attacked too quickly and with too much firepower, making it impossible to defend against.

Even if their ships had shields, the enemy relied solely on their strange and powerful cannons to completely deplete the shields' energy, turning the ships into scrap metal.

At this moment, the Laer civilization was somewhat taken aback. Was this definitely the Third Legion, and not the First Legion?

Moreover, few Planets can withstand this type of saturation firepower.

Thus, a saturation barrage, primarily led by Micro-Exterminatus, continued on this Planet for a full week.

Although the higher-ups of the Laer civilization repeatedly reactivated the Planet shield during this period, it was to no avail.

When the first wave of Micro-Exterminatus came down, most of the Planet's surface infrastructure had already been destroyed.

It's said that it's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost.

The key issue is that you need stones to build a wall.

The problem now is that those lunatics on the Planet's periphery, from who-knows-which Legion, have smelted all the rocks on the Planet into glass.

Even so, the fact that the current Laer civilization can still retain a portion of its fighting force is all thanks to the protection of the Dark Prince.

A week later, the Recruits had used up all the Micro-Exterminatus the Legion had issued to them.

This is under the condition that they are taking a long-term, calculated approach; otherwise, they could have finished the entire operation within three days.

Immediately afterwards, Battle Transport Aircraft and Thunderhawk Gunships began to continuously penetrate the Planet's atmosphere.

Because the Third Legion was the first to assign Nostramo-descended Recruits to the lead assault positions, they brought with them entirely new combat methods.

As a result, the Laer civilization was completely unprepared, and the entire Planet's defense system was riddled with holes.

What remained was a one-sided massacre.

"These guys are inhuman! Run!"

A soldier from the Laer civilization, already broken and devastated, screamed and fled backwards.

There was no other way, because from the perspective of the Laer civilization, these people's fighting style was indeed too brutal.

These Space Marines gave the Laer civilization the feeling that they weren't there to fight the Xenos, but rather to slaughter them.

They have absolutely no regard for war ethics.

As for how immoral it was...

Even ant nests can be played with, right?

These guys' fighting style is absolutely despicable.

For a perfect civilization like theirs, created by the Dark Prince, the impact was simply too great.

They never even considered such a despicable issue.

What's even more infuriating is that these despicable bastards weren't the main force of the attack at all.

Shortly after their landing operation, the Laer civilization attempted to encircle them with their remaining forces, but they soon encountered the main force of the Legion.

Only after they saw that the main force of the Legion and those despicable, smoking bastards had the exact same purple and gold color scheme did they dare to be sure that this was indeed the Third Legion.

But it was precisely because they knew it was the Third Legion that they felt pain.

The Dark Prince actually takes a liking to such a despicable and outrageous Legion?

What kind of Warp joke is this?

As for the veterans of the main force of the Third Legion...

At this moment, following behind the Nostramo-descended Recruits, all they could do was clean up the battlefield.

Because the opponent was too efficient and played too cleanly.

They even had the illusion that their arrival as the main force made the Recruits kill the enemy faster.

In the end, only the Laer civilization suffered because of this back and forth.

Of course, the Space Marines never considered whether the Xenos civilization was harmed.

After completing their first large-scale combat mission, these Recruits immediately began to rest, and their method of rest was quite peculiar.

We rested on the spot and brewed tea around the stove.

Fulgrim was stationed at the rear of the army. When he arrived at the surface battlefield and saw the performance of his Scions, he was somewhat overwhelmed.

"Are you... having tea?"

Even Fulgrim was somewhat unsure, because the scene was too absurd.

The surface of the entire Planet was almost entirely burned, with most of the soil turning into glass. What you were walking on was mostly a mixture of glass shards and soil.

The battlefield was littered with the flames of war and ruins, and there were even Xenos corpses torn in half by the enemy.

But what are they doing?

I drank tea without any psychological burden.

Some people even picked up some decent pieces of glass and started playing Chinese chess.

Is that correct?

"Yes, Father, we always remember your teachings. The soldiers of the Third Legion must always be elegant!"

Forehead...

Fulgrim felt as if a clump of hair was stuck in his throat, unable to be spat out or swallowed. How he wished he could ruminate on it!

Is it elegant?

It is indeed very elegant, and it has a unique kind of elegance.

But what lies behind this elegance?

It's absurd.

It's the kind of absurdity that can't be completely ignored no matter how you try to ignore it.

"First Company Captain, would you like some tea?"

"Uh... one drink, please."

Kaisoron also wanted to refuse him; he really wanted to refuse.

The moment he saw this scene, he made a decision in his heart—a very decisive one.

You must refuse, and you must give these Recruits a severe dressing-down.

In that instant, my resolve was immense, without the slightest hesitation.

But upon closer inspection, it does seem to have a certain charm to it.

Moreover, this style becomes more and more flavorful the more you savor it.

What's more, at this moment, his Recruits brother specially brought him a cup of black tea.

Who says these special military supplies are bad? They're fantastic!

A cup of this black tea during a break after the battle is wonderful.

Elegant!

Great!

"Father, would you like a drink too?" Pulchri said.

"Instant Red Tea is a bit too bitter."

Would you like sugar or milk?

"And milk and sugar?!"

"Ahem, special military supplies, you know, and it's not against regulations or exceeding the limit."

Um...

"A glass, please, with some fresh milk."