"We have finally succeeded in breaking through the enemy's impenetrable shield! Now, everyone, prepare to implement the boarding plan!"

Along with this passionate shout, a powerful Space Marine force consisting of 2000 White Scars, 500 Imperial Fists and 500 Space Wolves stood ready on the Bladestorm battleship.

These brave and fearless warriors shoulder a vital mission, which is to capture the core control room on the enemy's Ark, thus laying a solid foundation for the smooth implementation of a series of subsequent operations.

At the front of the team, there was a man wearing a white and red power armor. He was the captain of the 458th Vanguard Company of the White Scars Legion. At this moment, he stood in front of the team with his head held high.

In his left hand, he tightly grasped the red and white legion flag, and in his right hand, he tightly grasped the extremely sharp power battle axe. He stood among the crowd like an indestructible mountain.

“It is fast as the wind, slow as the forest, invasive as fire, still as a mountain, unpredictable as the shadow, and powerful as thunder!”

The captain was the first to shout out this ancient battle cry. Instantly, countless Space Marines of the White Scars Legion responded in unison, their loud and clear shouts echoing throughout the battleship.

Immediately afterwards, these brave warriors marched in with firm and powerful steps and filed into the Thunder Eagle gunboat.

At the same time, they kept singing the passionate songs from the planet Chogoris.

The melodious melody and the warriors' powerful and heroic war cries intertwined with each other, forming a heart-stirring war symphony.

"Look at how high their fighting spirit is. I really like it!"

The Space Wolves Legion warriors standing by drank the last drop of precious Fenris mead, threw their empty glasses into the air heroically, and then strode onto the boarding bay.

"Listen! Valhalla in Fenris is calling our brave souls from afar! Hahaha! Let us fight for the great Wolf King Russ and the All-Father!" A burly, bearded battle leader raised his battle axe high and roared like a bell.

"For Ruth and the All-Father!"

Hundreds of other Space Wolves Legion Space Marines also shouted excitedly in unison.

They tightly grasped the handles in the boarding cabin, as if they were the sharpest weapons in their hands, and at the same time, bursts of low and wild wolf howls emanated from their mouths. The sound was like a roar from the ancient wilderness, shocking people.

In contrast, the Space Marines of the Imperial Fists not far away seemed particularly calm and quiet.

They organized their equipment in an orderly manner, checking every detail to ensure that everything was in place. There was not much verbal communication, only the occasional eye contact that revealed determination and tacit understanding.

When everything was ready, these steel-strong warriors silently stepped into the transport device, leaving only silence, but making people feel that an invisible and powerful force was ready to go.

"assault!"

Along with this passionate roar, which resounded through the battlefield like thunder, the order to attack was like a bolt of lightning that cut through the dark sky, instantly igniting the prelude to war.

In an instant, the entire space was filled with a tense and intense atmosphere.

At this moment, the assault operation officially began with overwhelming force like a surging wave.

The light of hot melt and plasma intertwined together, like a dazzling fireworks feast.

They ruthlessly bombarded the Eldar Ark's seemingly indestructible but actually fragile defense system. Every impact caused a series of deafening explosions. The Eldar Ark's shield seemed so insignificant in the face of this violent attack that it collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, one after another black airdrop pods fell from the sky like meteorites, carrying endless impact force and slamming into the sky of the Ark.

The extremely hard metal shell collided violently with the protective layer of the Eldar Ark, bursting out countless dazzling sparks.

With a loud bang, the airdrop capsule successfully broke through the last line of defense of the Eldar Ark and smashed straight into the interior of the Ark battleship.

"For Fenris!"

Along with this cry full of lofty ambitions, hundreds of brave and fearless Space Wolves Legion Space Marines, led by their majestic Wolf Lord, rushed towards the defense line carefully constructed by the Eldar soldiers like a group of wild wolves on break free.

Their footsteps were heavy and powerful, causing the ground to tremble slightly; their figures were agile and nimble, moving freely through the hail of bullets.

And in the rear, a steady stream of Space Marines were rushing to support the front line.

"For Allfather and Ruth!"

A burly legion battle leader holding a huge battle axe led the way and rushed to the front of the team.

He shouted slogans and swung the gleaming battle axe, creating a gust of sharp wind.

When the axe fell, its power was so terrifying that an Eldar warrior didn't even have time to react before his weapon and entire body were split in half.

Blood splattered everywhere, spraying into the air to form a scarlet blood mist. However, the battle leader did not pause or hesitate at all, and continued to move forward bravely, killing deep into the enemy camp.

"Hahahaha! That's all!" laughed the battle leader.

At this moment, the Space Wolves Legion's Space Marines rushed towards the enemy bravely like a group of wild and unruly wolves.

Their figures shuttled through the smoke of war, and every movement was full of power and murderous intent, as if they had truly transformed into ferocious beasts from the planet Fenris.

"I am the Fury of Fenris! I am the Fang of the Legion!"

A roar resounded through the sky, and McLennan, who had already stepped into the Dreadnought, was releasing the rage in his heart.

His body was wrapped in thick metal armor, but the surging rage that was transmitted through the cold machinery was chilling.

As McLennan roared, the hurricane grenade launchers on the arms of the Dreadnought began to spit out flames crazily. High-speed ammunition poured out like a rainstorm, bringing endless destructive power and lethality.

Those Eldar warriors who were originally brave and good at fighting suddenly seemed vulnerable in the face of this intensive attack.

Only a series of dull explosions were heard one after another. Dozens of Eldar warriors didn't even have time to react before they were blown to pieces under the horrific firepower. Their bodies turned into scarlet blood mist that filled the air, with blood and broken limbs splattering everywhere.