Chapter 159 Perturabo: Where are your people?
The chaotic battlefield is the best examination venue to demonstrate a soldier's qualities.

With Zerg cannon fodder, Blackwatch can easily gain battlefield advantage like a snowball, so most Space Marines choose to transform into Zerg. After all, the Zerg's body has stronger survivability.

But some Black Watch members chose to be traditional, wearing their own carefully maintained power armor, using heavy armor and electronic muscle bundles to protect themselves.

On the battlefield of Yak-III, a Space Marine holding two guns and a power sword on his back was reaping the lives of orcs. Judging from the paint job, he was a member of the Black Watch.

Sure enough, during a break in the battle, the Space Marine took off his helmet, and a cool green helmet appeared in the trench.

"Calling for artillery support, calling for artillery support, coordinates 38°53'51.33''N, 77°2`11.70''W, requesting orbital bombardment, use light spears! Don't blow me up too."

After closing his communication channel, Nero called on his friendly soldiers who were hiding in the trenches like him to retreat. Coincidentally, this friendly soldier was as good at using dual guns as Nero.

Looking at the Dark Angel named Cypher, holding plasma in one hand and explosives in the other, he was harvesting orcs in a very cool and dazzling manner.

Nero, who was still a new recruit, showed an envious look. Simply put, he also wanted to show off like this.

Just as Nero was thinking about how to improve his moves, the destroyer far above in orbit aimed at the coordinates he had just received.

In order to ensure that friendly forces would not be accidentally injured, the captain specifically ordered the gunners to use light spear bombing. In this regard, the silly Black Watch were still quite reliable.

As the dazzling light descended, the human soldiers who had retreated to a safe location dived into the trenches one after another, and then felt the earth shaking wildly.

Nero poked the cold-looking dark angel next to him and asked:
"Cousin, can you teach me that? I want to be as cool as you. The way you shot just now was so cool."

Nero kept his eyes open as he spoke, looking at him with admiration.

Perhaps it was because Nero's performance on the battlefield just now was outstanding enough, or perhaps it was because he heard others praising him, which satisfied his vanity and made Sefer very happy. He couldn't suppress the upward smile on his lips.

But in order to maintain his cold personality, Sefer, who was obviously very happy, still pretended to be indifferent. This made Nero think that he had found the right person.

The voice, like that of a patient with advanced laryngeal cancer, came from under the hood, which gave Nero a sense of déjà vu, but since it was the guidance of the boss, he still listened very carefully.

And Sefer did not hide his skills, and described his techniques in a very capable language, attracting the attention of a group of soldiers in the trenches.

At the end of the story, perhaps because he felt that this young man was very similar to himself and his admiring look made him feel very good, he decided to leave an image of himself as a master.

"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 had been immersed in the art of pretending for a long time, suddenly understood and responded:

"Master, you mean that only by grasping the rhythm of the battle and understanding the enemy's intentions can we use the smoothest and fastest methods to kill the enemy and achieve such a cool operation, right?"

He had never expected that his words, which were only meant to show off, would be interpreted with so many meanings. Sefer could only snort coldly:
"That's right, but don't say it out loud. You need to experience this yourself. And don't say I taught you in the future. I won't recognize you outside this trench."

The orbital bombardment that lasted for several minutes ended, and the mixed team followed the helmet indicators and rushed to another battlefield.

During the journey, Nero, who was riding the Land Speeder, recalled Cypher's instructions just now, and gradually had some vague insights in his heart. Coincidentally, they encountered the orc charge group just after they arrived at another position.

Picking up the gun that had just been maintained by his Rick Doraemon, Nero rushed to the battlefield wielding dual bolt pistols. He wanted to verify his own understanding.

An orc boy holding a rapid-fire cannon just showed his head when he was hit in the eye socket by a precise explosive bullet, shattering half of his head. His finger that was holding the trigger had not yet released and the gun continued to hit the surrounding friendly forces.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Nero opened the jetpack behind him and jumped into the air. The fire control built into his helmet locked onto every orc, and a death strike followed.

The loyal grenade launcher fulfilled his mission perfectly, and each grenade accurately hit an orc.

But this was not the end. Nero, who was about to land, stopped suddenly, activated the jet pack again, did a double jump in the air, and drew out the power sword behind him and chopped it down fiercely.

"hiss"

The orc leader, who had not yet reacted, was cut in half from head to toe by the New Year's Greetings sword that fell from the sky, and used himself as a cover to block an explosive bomb for Nero.

Nero, who had completely found his rhythm, moved among the beasts, switching back and forth between his dual guns and greatsword, hunting down every orc with ease.

This made Sefer, who was shooting obscenely at the side, dumbfounded. He shouted in his heart: "You knew this earlier!"

When the last orc was chopped into pieces, Nero, who became the MVP of the battlefield, ran to Cypher:

"Boss, what you said really works. What do you think of my performance just now?"

What? What can I do? Cypher cursed in his heart and could not speak. He could only say calmly:

"Not bad, you're three times as good as me. Young man, you still need to keep honing your skills!"

Seifer's words successfully fooled the innocent Nero, and he really thought that he was inferior to his opponent, so he turned around and rushed into the battlefield again, ready to hone his abilities.

Through this counterattack, many legions discovered the peculiarity of Blackwatch. They could always use some strange ways to turn a battlefield that should have been serious into something very silly.

Everyone has already discovered the approximate reason, but they dare not say it out loud. After all, that adult is not someone to be trifled with.

As time went by, after destroying one Orc planet after another, the coalition forces finally broke through the defense line and entered the coordinate point in Vulkan's mind.

When the fleet arrived, looking at the empty starry sky, a question popped up in everyone's mind:

"Where is Ullanor?"

Vulkan, who was in command, was sure that the coordinates in his mind were correct, but the reality was that there was no orc home planet of Ullanor here.

Just as Hogg was about to cut open Vulkan's brain and use his tentacles to physically search his memories, a message for help sent from Terra was intercepted by the Astropath.

In the bridge of the Emperor's Vision, the seven Primarchs plus the Emperor himself heard Perturabo's voice:

"Fuck, where are you guys?"

(End of this chapter)