Warhammer Inquisitor

Tera Standard Year: M41.999

Obscure Star Field - Cadia Galaxy - "Fortress World" Cadia

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The roaring ground-based heavy artillery spit out deadly flames, and the deafening bang echoed throughout the entire bastion, and the shells flew into the sky, broke through the clouds and shot towards the curtain of the universe.

The entire sky was torn apart, and all the clouds and dark clouds were scattered by the intensive anti-aircraft artillery fire, which made the sky of the entire Cadia extremely clear, and you can directly see the chaos hovering in the orbit of the planet on the ground fleet.

Countless bullet rains rose from the sky, and the barrage rushed towards the sky like a rainstorm falling from the ground. All the firepower came from the dense anti-aircraft firepower on the surface, and the giant turbolaser cannons on the bastion's heavy artillery fort. Slowly raise the gun barrel, and a curtain of death is ejected from the terrifying muzzle of the combined gun.

A heavy laser cannon as tall as a building, anti-aircraft heavy artillery and railgun raised their muzzles one by one. The giant cannons continued to roar like thunder in the city of Cadia, leading the symphony of air defense terror. The main tune, and the countless anti-aircraft fire groups around it are played together as an accompaniment.

Hydra anti-aircraft guns, dual-mounted ship-launched anti-aircraft guns, and fierce flames spewed from the juggernaut-class anti-aircraft fortress. Honeycomb missiles and anti-ship cruise missiles rose into the sky one by one, with bright tail flames heading straight into the sky.

The dark sky was completely illuminated by artillery fire, and the fierce exchange of fire between the Empire and Chaos illuminated the entire sky. Now it is no longer the time to distinguish whether it is day or night. Everything has been completely dyed red by the flames of war.

The Imperial Navy is fighting fiercely with the black fleet around the planet. The galaxy is the most tragic in history. Bloody space wars are staged in the starry sky. Battleships turn into sparks. The broken hulls burn into the atmosphere like meteors and land on the ground. Biting each other together.

On the surface of the planet, the entire planet is engaged in a bloody meat-chopping battle. The Cadia guards, space fighters and the Astral Army corps who came to support are engaged in a fierce battle that is far from tragic. The entire planet It has completely turned into a meat grinder, crushing countless lives, smashing them into meat and then discharging them.

The flames of war raged on the entire surface of the planet. Cities were razed and settlements were slaughtered. The horrific battle left corpses strewn all over the field. Artificial dead world.

The Chaos army launched a series of fierce attacks, and the battle was the most intense outside the main bastion of Cadia. This is the capital of the Cadia star and the headquarters of the battle, so Chaos attacked here the most intensely.

Chaos Demon Mountain launched a fierce attack like a tsunami. A large number of demons launched an attack accompanied by demon engines and war beasts, and scarlet waves rushed towards the position.

The political commissar of the colonel of the 8th Regiment of Cadia was walking in the trenches. Violent artillery fire continued to pass above his head, and bursts of explosions plowed up a large amount of dust around him. The piercing screams and the roar of guns echoed continuously in the starry sky. .

The political commissar's cloak is crimson, but he doesn't know whether it is red in itself, or it was stained red with blood. He walked in the chaotic trenches, and Cadia warriors with colorful colors kept running around him. Bandaged and some were blind in one eye, but they were still fighting bravely.

"Political commissar! I have an order to convey!" A signal soldier with blood on his face ran over. He squeezed through the Cadia soldiers. His uniform was blue, not from the Cadia Legion. members, but people in the Navy.

The political commissar turned to look at the signal soldier, and calmly ordered, "Stand at attention, soldier, report the situation."

The signal soldier immediately stood at attention, saluted the political commissar and spoke loudly. His voice was as loud as thunder, but only in this way could he overwhelm the sound of the surrounding guns.

"The Imperial Navy can no longer defend the airspace! The Silver Spear Fleet has suffered heavy losses, and there are only five ships left in the entire fleet that can continue to fight. The Admiral Commander of the Fleet died in the line of duty, and now he will be replaced by the captain in line!"

"The Cadia Joint Fleet Command ordered them to retreat. The navy can no longer provide you with air defense cover. Political commissar, please abandon your position and retreat as soon as possible!"

"Where to retreat? Behind us is the big bastion, the heart of Cadia, and we have no way to retreat." The political commissar said, he turned and looked into the trench, everyone was still fighting, laser guns and Heavy-bolter machine guns still unleash the Emperor's wrath.

"Commissioner, immediately go to the bastion to deliver a message to Lord Creedberg. The information is as follows," the political commissar said, but the moment he turned around, he saw that the signal soldier was smashed into pieces, and a Chaos Space Marine roared and jumped into the trench. Blasphemy marks all over the black armor.

The messenger was instantly torn apart by the sharp claws, and the power claws swung and killed the Cadia warriors who fired at him. Their laser guns were completely unable to fight against this bloody butcher. He started killing in the trenches, killing the terrifying Death spilled out.

The Chaos Space Marine stared at the commissar. He strode forward and launched an attack with his power claws. The commissar glared and pulled out the power sword from the scabbard.

The political commissar swung the power sword to block the power claws of the Chaos Space Marine, and the claws completely suppressed the political commissar's sword. He crushed the political commissar to death. If the power sword hadn't deflected the swing of the claws above his head, he might have died Not guaranteed.

The interstellar soldiers chased the political commissar in the narrow trenches, and their claws kept hitting the trench walls on both sides. The soil was splashed everywhere, and the wooden strips turned into sawdust and exploded.

The political commissar retreated again and again, but still looked calmly at the traitor in front of him. He stared at the political commissar with terrifying scarlet eyes, and his claws kept swaying with gravity to tear apart the walls on both sides and everything nearby.

His burly black body was extremely eye-catching in the dust. He strode forward like a mountain pressing down on him. The traitor Space Marine drew out his power claws and swung the political commissar's power sword with his backhand.

The political commissar was knocked against the wall by its powerful pulling force. The old political commissar fell to the ground and looked at the traitor in front of him. Standing in front of the political commissar, he raised his power claws high.

The political commissar watched as he gritted his teeth and pulled out the bolter. His other hand held the Imperial Skyhawk pendant on his chest, "For the Emperor! For the glory of the Lord of Humanity!"

"For the Warmaster!" the traitor Space Marine roared and was about to swing down the power claw, but a burst of rapid bolt shots hit the traitor Space Marine, and he took several steps back.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the trenches. The political commissar looked back and saw a black templar space soldier striding forward with a bolt pistol in his hand. His bolt bombs rained down on the traitors.

The soldier jumped over the political commissar's head. He threw away the bolt gun and drew out his power sword. Before the traitor could block it, he stabbed the traitor's chest with his sword. The traitor was knocked to the ground by it and roared angrily.

The voice was almost demonic. The Black Templar drew out its sword and chopped off its head. The traitor died of course after being separated.

The political commissar also got up from the ground and patted his dusty collar. He raised his head and looked at the black temple in front of him. The shotgun jumped out and rushed to the battlefield.

A few more Black Templar space marines passed over the top of the commissar's trench, fighting and charging with bolters in hand, but the commissar knew they were outnumbered.

"Communication soldier! Find another signal soldier!" The political commissar yelled, and one of the soldiers who fought back violently emerged from the trench. He stood at attention with a bandage on his head, "The signal soldier reports!"

"The communication signal has been cut off. Now I order you to go to the bastion and tell the Great Castle Master that we need support, all support! I will continue to lead the Eighth Regiment to stand firm. In the name of the Emperor, Cadia will not fall down!"

"It's the political commissar! Kadia is standing still!" The signal soldier responded loudly, then turned out of the trench with his gun on his back, and rushed towards the bastion at the risk of narrowly dying.

The political commissar took a deep breath, climbed up the trench and stood on top of it to receive a flying banner from a soldier. The political commissar raised the banner high, "Kadia will not fall down!"

The political commissar took the lead and rushed to the first trench that was occupied. The Cadia soldiers screamed and climbed out of the trench. They followed the political commissar and the Black Templar soldiers to the first trench with rifles equipped with bayonets.

This was destined to be a near-death counterattack, but Cadia stood firm.

The situation in the bastion was also very bad. Standing in front of the holographic battle map, Creed, the "Lord of the Great Fortress", was roaring with scarlet artillery fire and heavy artillery outside the headquarters. The shock waves of the explosion kept shaking the place, but Creed was used to it He still stood firmly in front of the map and looked at the map full of red dots.

"Report! The Delgon Plain is lost! The 21st Regiment is annihilated! Kasa Industrial Plains requests support!" the communications operator shouted, and he and his colleagues were sitting in front of a long row of Thinker data terminals, which were constantly frantic The rolling stream of data is dizzying, and the chaotic data has burned several servitors.

"Space Wolves company has been suppressed, call for fire support!" Another person shouted, "The 227th Fortress Group has lost contact, and the 86th Regiment has no news!" Another person shouted.

"The Imperial Navy reported that they lost more than half of them, and all capital ships were damaged, unable to continue to defend the orbit!" Someone roared to deliver new news.

Creed took an annoyed puff on his cigar, and he slowly exhaled the smoke. The Great Castle Master looked at the chaotic holographic map in front of him with astonishing calmness, "Abandon the Casa Industrial Plain, and the entire army retreats to the periphery of the Great Bastion, Order the Titan Legion to deploy a warlord and two knights to cover, and be sure to block the opponent's Chaos Titan."

"Mobilize two lightning fighter squadrons to cover the retreat of the Space Wolves, and fly all the Valkyries and Thunderhawks over there, and the space fighters must be picked up."

Creed said, holding a cigar, pointing to the beacon on the map with his finger, and the priest of the Mechanicus immediately switched it over, and there were rows of beacons rolling on it.

"Order the 17th Armored Regiment to attack the A-509 area with full force! Chaos' offensive line must be interrupted! Seek support from the Black Templar to cooperate with the counterattack."

"Report! The main department of the Black Templar is defending the gate of the end." The correspondent shouted, Creed looked over and pointed to the map, "Then contact them and ask them to abandon the gate of the end. It is completely worthless and will only be surrounded by chaos!"

The operator carried out the order immediately, sending the command's order to the gate of the end, and it was responded quickly.

"Grand Marshal Amalric of the Black Templars refused to carry out his orders. He swore to stand there and make the enemies of the Emperor pay."

"Fuck!" Creed punched the map, "The whole planet is about to be lost, and he just wants to defend a broken door! I have long heard that the Black Templar is stubborn and clings to glory, and now it seems that I And underestimated them a lot.”

Sons of Dorn, you know, I guess the Black Templar was stimulated by something, so they made a stupid oath, which also makes them completely out of the command of the Cadia Command now, and now Creed I can only rely on myself.

He rubbed the stinging temples, and there was another explosion outside the cathedral-like circular French windows, and the huge firelight illuminated the entire headquarters.

Creed took a sip of his cigar, and the smoke slowly came out of his mouth. He pointed to the map, "Send all the Kasherzin commandos, and all the White Shield reserves! Let's do our best! "

"Yes!" The correspondent shouted, and began to issue this life-threatening counterattack plan.

"Report! The Chaos Fleet conducted an orbital bombardment of the west side of the bastion! The air defense system intercepted 70% of the artillery fire, but 30% still hit the ground, and the defense line was severely damaged! According to calculations, as the Imperial Navy retreated and the bombing continued. strengthen!"

Creed rested his elbows on the map, looking at the desperate situation with a frown. Not only did he lose his money, but Abaddon must have done his best too. Thousands of traitors have been invested in Cadia now. Space warriors, countless demons, the Dark Mechanicum and all the dark allies he could find, the Warmaster spent all the money he had saved for 10,000 years.

Chaos is gaining ground, Cadia won't last long, they need reinforcements, any reinforcements.

"Report." A staff officer came to Creed and said, and the castle lord punched the table angrily, "What's the emergency again?"

"No, my lord, someone is visiting." The staff officer said, Creed raised his head to look at the officer differently, and he pondered, who would come here out of his mind in this ghost situation? reinforcements?

"How many people." Creed asked, taking a puff of cigarette, "One person, my lord, a great sage of the Mechanic Cult."

Creed frowned. He looked at the chaotic map in silence for a moment, and then looked up at the gunfire outside the window, "Name?" "He claimed to be Belisarius Kaur, and asked to meet you. Waiting on the hangar deck." The staff officer said in a low voice, as if it was some kind of secret, "He said he has something urgent to tell, the kind that is urgent."

Creed's face was illuminated by the flames. He smiled wryly and straightened his overcoat. "The whole planet is going to end. What could be more urgent? Forget it, let's go and see that oil guy."

Creed grabbed the holster on the table and buckled it around his waist. He strode towards the exit of the headquarters, followed by the staff officer.

"What kind of person is that person?" Creed asked, biting his cigar. The staff officer pondered for a moment, "He's an outlier among the oil guys, sir."

"great."