"Captain, Xuan Feng, Commander of the First Chapter of the Divine River Space Marines, requests permission to lead the Space Marines in a boarding action."
The adjutant's voice rang clearly in the brightly lit bridge, where a holographic star map cast a colorful glow across the entire space. The modified Moon-class Cruiser stood out prominently on the map, continuously spewing powerful lance beams and macro cannons. Streaks of blazing light, like dragons emerging from the sea, carried destructive power, whistling towards the space fortress.
Modis stood at the center of the bridge, his eyes like torches, gazing intently at the constantly flickering void shield halo on the surface of the space fortress in the star map, as if he wanted to penetrate this energy barrier and see everything inside the fortress.
He knew that, at the current intensity of the Federal Fleet's firepower, this planetary fortress, meticulously constructed by the Nostramo people, would not last much longer. But he had to think about the aftermath of the war. If this space fortress could be preserved, the defense capabilities of this world would be even stronger in the future. As long as it could be modified with the Federal Fleet's advanced technology, a great deal of engineering work could be saved.
His finger traced a swift silver-blue trajectory across the tactical control panel: "Request approved."
His voice was steady and powerful, imbued with unquestionable authority, "Tell Xuan Feng that I hope this fortress can be preserved as completely as possible after the war."
"Understood, I will relay your order immediately," the adjutant responded quickly, turning to communication work with practiced efficiency.
On the Space Marines' cruiser, the 'Dawnbreaker,' Xuan Feng's power armor hummed with a low, rhythmic thrum, as if playing an inspiring prelude to the impending battle.
He tilted his head slightly, his voice echoing through the entire warship via the communication channel, as loud as a great bell: "Listen up, brothers!"
His voice was full of power, instantly igniting the warriors' blood.
"Captain Modis wants us to pluck that ripe fruit! Do you have confidence?" His words carried a triumphant swagger, as if victory was already in sight.
"Yes! Mission accomplished!" A thunderous roar echoed throughout the warship.
On the spacious internal deck, 5,000 Space Marines stood in neat formation like golden statues. Their Divine River Mark I Terminator Power Armor gleamed with a cold and noble golden light, as if war gods from ancient myths had descended. This power armor, modified from the Imperial Hades pattern, shimmered with the mysterious and deep blue glow of a void shield on its surface, as if the profundity and mystery of the cosmos were integrated within it.
One warrior, unable to contain his excitement, vigorously slapped his chest plate. The adamantium chest plate emitted a crisp and pleasant clang, as if expressing the joy of soon entering battle: "Finally, no more watching!"
The Divine River Mark I Terminator Power Armor was a perfect fusion of technology and power. It not only retained the extreme flexibility of the Imperial Hades pattern Terminator Power Armor, allowing Space Marines to move with ghostly agility in combat, but it was also entirely crafted from adamantium, greatly enhancing its defensive capabilities, sufficient to withstand most attacks.
Furthermore, it was equipped with a dual-layer personal shield, combining a void shield and a psychic shield, as if providing the warriors with two layers of impenetrable armor, making even chaotic sorcery difficult to inflict effective damage. Even more noteworthy was the short-range teleportation device equipped on the power armor, which, upon detecting an irresistible attack, could automatically activate its short-range teleportation function, instantly relocating the warrior to a safe zone and evading fatal damage.
This series of powerful features made it the standard power armor for all Divine River Space Marines, and their powerful guarantee for invincibility on the battlefield.
"Alright, Dawnbreaker, activate the wormhole combat system. Teleport us directly to critical locations such as the enemy's bridge, reactor, and shield generators," Xuan Feng's gaze was resolute as he issued the command decisively, every word seemingly carrying immense weight.
"Received. Space Marines wormhole transport calculation task has been established." Soon, the central AI of the Space Marines' modified Moon-class Cruiser rapidly processed, complex data flickering and jumping across the screens, quickly calculating and assigning all wormhole transport tasks.
Seeing that preparations were complete, Xuan Feng waved his hand, selecting 2,000 warriors. They marched with neat and determined steps, orderly heading towards the teleportation hall.
A tense and expectant atmosphere filled the hall, and the warriors' eyes burned with the fire of battle. As a dazzling blue light flashed, over 2,000 people instantly vanished from their original positions, leaving only the empty hall and the lingering blue light.
When the blue light faded, Xuan Feng and his Space Marines honor guard found themselves in a chaotic, cramped bridge command center. Emergency lights overhead flickered with an unsettling red glow, illuminating the entire space like a blood-soaked inferno. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burnt plastic, a lingering trace of the ravages of war.
Xuan Feng's optical sensors keenly detected Imperial Guards thirty meters ahead. Their faces were etched with terror and panic. Before they could even raise their laser guns, they were mercilessly mowed down by the Space Marines' assault bolters. Bolt rounds poured out like rain, instantly shredding the Imperial Guards' bodies, splattering blood and gore across the surrounding bulkheads.
"By the Emperor!" one guard cried out in horror, but his voice was cut short by the roar of the assault bolter, and he instantly disintegrated into a shower of blood and flesh fragments, leaving only that desperate cry echoing in the air.
"Shields full, decapitate the commander!" Xuan Feng commanded, like a valiant lion, charging first towards the person standing at the highest point of the bridge, who also appeared to be the supreme commander.
His power armor moved nimbly within the cramped space, each step imbued with immense power, sending surrounding debris and wreckage flying. The Space Marines honor guard followed him like shadows, their eyes filled with determination and ruthlessness, their weapons continuously spitting fire. Wherever they went, Imperial soldiers fell.
On the bridge, General Kage's mechanical eye suddenly flashed with a blinding red light, as if issuing a final warning. His voice trembled uncontrollably as he shouted, "Detecting numerous high-energy unit signatures! They are inside the fortress, everywhere! Including here!"
His eyes were filled with fear and resentment as he looked around, only to see dozens of massive figures, three meters tall, suddenly crowding into the previously spacious bridge. They moved with lightning speed, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake.
Kage understood in his heart that all was lost. He had tried his best, but he had never expected the enemy to be so decisive and ruthless, directly deploying Space Marines and teleporting them via wormhole directly into their own bridge, slaughtering the entire command center.
He knew that once the command center was destroyed, even if other parts of the space fortress could temporarily resist, it would no longer be able to mount an effective counter-attack.
Kage's finger involuntarily hovered over the self-destruct button. A look of grim determination flashed in his eyes, and his voice suddenly became frantic and despairing: "Better to die in battle than to live at the hands of heretics! Initiate self-destruct sequence!"
However, before his finger could descend, a cold light flashed. He suddenly felt a lightness in his entire being, as if he were flying. His gaze instinctively swept to the side, only to see a headless corpse wearing incredibly familiar clothing. Before his mind could move to the next thought, his consciousness completely plunged into darkness.
It turned out that Xuan Feng, seizing the moment Kage was distracted, had charged at him like a phantom. His power sword flashed and was gone, severing Kage's head.
The Space Marines rampaged through the space fortress like a whirlwind sweeping fallen leaves. Their almost invincible defense made the Imperial soldiers' attacks like ants trying to shake a tree; their powerful attacks, each strike claiming multiple lives; and their ghostly speed, leaving the Imperial soldiers no time to react.
Under the powerful offensive of the Space Marines, the Imperial soldiers had almost no power to resist. They could only watch helplessly as their comrades fell one by one, quickly being eliminated.
Outside, the Federal Fleet, informed of the situation inside via the communication devices carried by the Space Marines, immediately ceased bombardment. Suddenly, the previously fierce battlefield fell silent, with only occasional sporadic gunshots echoing from within the space fortress, the last struggles of the remaining Imperial soldiers.
Ultimately, in less than 15 minutes, there were no more resisting Nostramo military personnel left inside the entire space fortress.
All who had survived were filled with fear and helplessness, kneeling on the ground, awaiting their fate.
