Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

After Jaghatai and Phikris negotiated, Ultramar's army launched a full-scale counterattack against the plague god's minions.

From every battlefield, from every front, launch a fierce attack on the enemy.

According to the established strategic plan, Jaghatai led the huge imperial army to approach the Ix system.

Use a huge fleet to besiege the planet and carry out orbital bombing, forcing Mortarion to fight him.

The demons headed by Kugas are besieged on the planet Ix.

Phikris and Ventris also launched a fierce attack on each node battlefield detected by the psyker according to the plan.

The Ardium Galaxy is one of them.

"In five minutes, we will be close to the opponent's hive capital defensive position." The driver of the anti-gravity hover gunship stared at the screen in front of him, and his voice echoed in the ears of many soldiers through the communication device.

A high-frequency converter ensures that the pilot's voice is not drowned out by the din of the battlefield and the hum of the power armor's power core.

"Very well, in the name of Guilliman, we will surely win." Phikris said: "Brothers, it's time to let those traitors and demons know the wrath of offending Ultramar, get ready, the upcoming Airborne combat."

Following his words, red lights flickered in the cabin.

With a hissing sound in the background, the multitude of Space Marines checked their bolters and melee weapons one last time.

The armor painted with the chapter's emblem looked like it was soaked in blood under the light.

The light emitted from the armor energy pile and weapons made the atmosphere in the cabin extremely dignified.

There are five fighters in the cabin of an anti-gravity suspended gunboat.

They were all giants beyond mortals.

But this time, hundreds of gunboats participated in the operation, more than 500 original cast warriors participated in the battle, and there was also a large auxiliary army.

Such power is enough to destroy the resistance of a galaxy civilization.

Now, however, they are merely being used to wipe out the enemies of a planet.

Guilliman was not stingy about using more powerful troops than during the Great Crusade.

Whether it is equipment or warriors, the Empire today is much stronger than it was during the Great Crusade.

When the hovering gunship of the Space Marine enters the area controlled by the enemy.

There was a noticeable change in the pitch of the vehicle's engines.

The smooth flight also became bumpy.

The pilot tried to appease the machine spirit.

Let the vehicle try to adapt to abnormal, frequently changing air pressure.

Let it fly towards the target.

The enemy's attack also launched at this time.

Beams and cannonballs appeared in the fog-shrouded airspace.

Bombarded on the shield of the gunboat.

There were ripples.

The new gunship's armor design and capabilities are strong enough to shield it from enemy fire.

However, the laws of the physical world are extremely powerful and cannot be easily changed by the will of mortal creatures.

The shock wave formed by the explosion, the pulse of the beam all changed the direction of the gunships, forcing them to fail to reach the designated location.

Fighters corroded by the dark gods were also looted from the hive capital.

They charge towards Imperial gunships, unleashing their wrath on Imperial vehicles with missiles and lances.

Inside the flesh-and-blood buildings in the hive capital, there were many artillery positions.

Those muzzles were lit one by one.

Unleash countless attacks.

The Thunderbird amphibious fighter joined the fray.

They are air support as well as titans.

At high altitude, it can suppress the enemy with terrible firepower.

After landing, they can turn into the god of war-Taita again, crushing the enemy with their huge bodies.

In the beginning, they had an absolute advantage.

But the good times didn't last long, the enemy changed his attack method.

They clearly realized that the empire could not be stopped with the existing attacks.

The cultists drove the suture monsters like hills from the twisted buildings of flesh and blood.

Holding a barbed iron whip in his hand, he beat the monsters to make them obey his will.

In addition, there are those ancient catapults, huge siege towers and other creations.

The Thunderbird, which landed as a Titan, destroyed all enemies with its huge Titan weapon.

Missiles rumbled, and lasers shone in the sky.

The driver becomes the messenger of the God of Mechanisms, setting the entire battlefield on fire.

"In the name of Guilliman, weep, cowards, scumbags of the subspace, remember the name of your grandfather Adams." The pilot controlled the huge mecha, burning all enemies in sight.

Tall ruined buildings were pulled down.

Everything is soaked in flames.

There is only death, only burning.

Go forward bravely for the sake of the great.

The pilot let out a battle cry, without the slightest fear.

Even if it is facing the minions of the gods, facing the greatest evil in the universe.

He didn't have the slightest fear either.

The catapult threw out green rays of light, and those rays of light fell like meteorites, shaking the earth.

The strange magic fire was burning, and the huge impact made the Thunderbird mecha built with all the advanced technology of the empire be smashed to pieces like a toy.

The high-density alloy armor was deformed by the strange witchcraft fire.

The driver inside screamed for Guilliman in the raging demon fire, and was burned to a charcoal.

Several Thunderbird fighters were blown up by the enemy, and there was a rumbling explosion on the battlefield.

"It seems that the situation is not good." Fickris saw the battle outside with the help of an external optical device.

Even with the assistance of many troops of the empire, it is by no means an easy task to directly break through the hive capital controlled by the enemy.

"This place makes me feel pain." A primordial warrior named Glenn with psionic talent said, "There is a terrible aura of subspace emanating from the depths of the hive capital. The aura is so powerful that it makes people feel sick Fear and anxiety. The malice surrounding us is getting stronger and stronger. This feeling makes me fall into the gap between the subspace and the real world. It is that dark force that endows the enemy with the power of the original creation. If you want to Let the enemy lose the power to resist, we must destroy the evil in the depths of the hive."

"We will, and nothing can stop us," Phikris said. "For the sake of the great Imperial Regent, we must win."

The driver's voice also came from the communication, full of panic, "There is heavy firepower in the inner city of the hive capital, we can't get close, my lord."

"Let's go here." Phikris said: "Leave the rest to us. Open the hatch. It's time to let the enemy meet the wrath of humans. They will regret coming to this world."

"Understood, my lord," said the pilot.

Accompanied by the hum of machinery and the hiss of hydraulic pipes, the hatch opened at an altitude of tens of meters.

The high-speed flying suspension vehicle brings strong air currents.

Air mixed with poisonous mist poured into the cabin.

The flies also flew in through the open hatch.

Numerous Primaris warriors could glimpse the fierce battle in the airspace outside from the open hatch.

The gunship they were on was also firing fiercely, and the three laser cannons hanging on both sides were rotating at high speed, and the muzzles were constantly firing.

The high-speed rotation of the laser cannon can reduce the scattering effect of the laser beam in the atmosphere.

Otherwise, the energy attenuation caused by the scattering of the beam will be a big problem in terms of distance, and it will be difficult to kill the enemy.

The melta cannons under the suspended gunboat were also firing crazily.

Crimson beams of light fell on the ground, suppressing the enemy's attack.

"Airborne, everyone jump down." Fickris walked to the hatch and gave orders to everyone.

One by one, the blessed original warriors jumped down from the hatch.

Phikris was the last.

A height of tens of meters is nothing to them.

The strength of the battle armor and body is enough to eliminate the damage caused by these impacts.

"Fight for Guilliman." Primaris warriors jumped out one by one, roaring deafeningly.

Nesting together is synonymous with overcrowding and human misery.

This situation improved markedly after Guilliman took over the Empire.

The comfort level of the residents of the hive capital has also improved a lot.

Inside the complex steel building that looks like a jungle, there are gardens and forests.

Where Phikris landed was a plant forest inside the city.

When there is no war, this is a place for people to relax.

The forest has changed beyond recognition.

The yellow mist rushed out from the hole above the dome, and was swept away by the difference in air pressure between the inside and outside.

The mist flowed like a flag among the slime-blackened branches.

Strong winds blew towards the hole, and the plague-laden mist formed a screaming face and was sucked into the planet's troposphere.

Fekri fell to the soft garden floor, mourning the blasphemous sight before him.

The garden paths are overgrown with rotting vegetation.

The swollen trees are as menacing as twisted giants.

Their shapes were only outlines in the mist.

When I got closer, the trees looked horrifying.

Human corpses were devoured by wildly growing plants, only the head and limbs were not devoured.

The remaining limbs that were not devoured also became lignified like wood.

From behind these rotting groves, enemies emerged.

They were bloated Heretic Astartes in dark gray armor, the Death Guard.

Foul liquid dripped from the cracked armor plates on his body.

Accompanied by a deep roar, the Death Guards fired at Phikris and the others, trying to annihilate them in the early stages of landing.

These guys were once cousins ​​to Phikles.

It's just that one side is loyal to Chaos, and the other side is loyal to the Emperor.

The Heretic Astartes were once the most powerful warriors in the galaxy.

They have extraordinary bodies created by the Emperor using ancient technology, and they are also blessed by the dark gods.

But that's a thing of the past.

Right now, Primaris warriors are the strongest.

"Counterattack, let them know how powerful we are." With a flicker, Phikris cut down a death guard with the power sword in his hand, and executed another enemy with the bolt gun in his hand.

The floating anti-gravity gunboat also fired immediately, and the heavy bomber cannon rotated at high speed.

Flames spouted from the turret, sweeping down a large swath of vegetation in the path of the shot.

Bombers explode in the midst of overgrown, rotting logs.

Wet wood pulp splattered everywhere.

The dome of the garden trembled with the explosion.

Phikris doubted whether the garden would fall apart in the battle.

The structure of the dome has also decayed like the vegetation inside.

The tempered glass and plastic steel that have endured for thousands of years in the harshest environments have been tainted by the power of the warp.

The rusted surface of the skeleton has become pitted due to erosion.

"Advance quickly, stay away from here, it's not safe here." Phikris issued a new order, and the tactical radar scanned the entire battlefield to gather all the information.

The location of each enemy is revealed in the fighters' tactical visors.

Their hiding is pointless.

The Primaris warriors raised their bolters and shot every Death Guard with precision.

The two sides fought fiercely.

Countless tree trunks were hit by bullets and turned into dust.

The Death Guard and the demons put up a tenacious resistance.

But under the attack of Fickris and others, they were quickly defeated.

The artillery position was concentrated fire by the empire and became fragmented.

The cultists were routed before the heavily armed Imperial Astra Militarum.

Those weird creations with witchcraft were also shattered under the coordinated attacks of imperial psykers and state priests.

The Death Guard tried to stop it.

But what they faced was the Primordial Warrior, a demigod built with the latest technology of the empire.

Phikris is the best among them. Very early on, he activated the Emperor's Angel engine and completed the second original casting upgrade.

With the blessing of skills like flickering, those death guards are not opponents at all.

They can't even be sure whether the next attack will come from their front or their back.

The resilience of the Death Guard is beyond imagination.

There is a Death Guard warrior who has been turned into a flaming torch.

All the fat in his body melted in the flames, providing fuel for the combustion.

But he still stood firm.

Burn with his gun.

But the attacks unleashed by the original cast warriors were enough to destroy everything.

They implement Guilliman's tactical thinking.

That is unlimited firepower.

To put it simply, as long as the opponent is still moving, call a round of fire coverage bombing.

Make sure that the opponent has no possibility to fight back before moving on.

Every Death Guard suffered overflow damage that they couldn't handle.

Primaris warriors armed with hell-sized plasma cannons are relentless, sending scorching plasma beams to every traitor who howls to fight for the dark god.

Let them know that the real universe belongs to human beings, not gods.

The last two Death Guard tried to escape, but when they turned around, they were attacked by hundreds of Primaris warriors under Felcles.

Although their speed didn't match their cumbersome appearance, they still couldn't escape, and even their bodies couldn't be saved.

The participation of more than 500 original cast warriors is undoubtedly a force that can determine victory.

Besides, there are also titan formations, knights and other imperial troops as auxiliary troops.

Even during the Great Expedition period, such a luxurious formation could not be found a few times.

After annihilating all the Death Guards at the landing point and crushing the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower, Phikris ordered the men to continue advancing.

Under the guidance of the psykers, the imperial troops were locked on the most magnificent tower of the hive building.

It used to be the place where the rulers of the hive city handled government affairs and lived.

Now, there is a terrible poisonous fog and twisted, rotting flesh plants growing there.

Phikris looked at the tactical panel in his hand, and the red text reminded him how dangerous it was.

The source of pollution that pollutes the entire galaxy, and even the nearby light-year star field is there.

There Mortarion placed horrific artifacts of the Warp to pollute the world.

"Go ahead and get rid of them," Phikris said.

Only by cutting off the nodes arranged by Mortarion can he be forced to the final decisive battle.

Yikes, there will be his last sound.

ps: I will make it up tomorrow. I will write about Mortarion first. I will write about different worlds after I have finished writing many Primarchs attacking the subspace. I have to sort it out.