Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Hearing what the auxiliary spirit said, Guilliman showed his original expression.

If you think about it carefully, you can actually think clearly.

When I had just completed the second phase of the mission, I had just mastered Terra.

The entire empire is a huge mess.

There are freaks all over the place, and some people want to raise the flag to clear the emperor's side, so as to destroy him, the biggest traitor after Horus, and maintain the orthodoxy of the empire.

As Regent, he nominally took control of the empire.

In fact, many planets are unwilling to submit to his rule.

There are countless nobles who make trouble behind their backs.

In the mid-term of the Indomitable Crusade, not only the aliens and traitors were fought, but also those nobles who were unwilling to obey him.

It took so much effort to say that the empire was integrated and an effective management system was re-established.

After the completion of the third phase of the mission, he has gained actual control.

The entire empire has also been reborn under the previous iron fist methods.

Industry, economy, and education have all been comprehensively and deeply developed, productivity has greatly increased, and social wealth has also skyrocketed.

By eliminating aliens and traitors, redistributing social wealth, smoothing the gap between rich and poor, and creating a safe living environment, the birth rate has also risen sharply.

Population once skyrocketed.

The current Imperium of Man is definitely the most populous ever.

The empire of today and the empire of the past are not the same concept at all.

It is not surprising that the tasks of the fourth stage can be activated.

Guilliman looked over the details of the system certification mission.

Explore five different universes and five galaxies.

In a sense, this task request is as simple as a free gift.

It is much simpler and easier than the task of the third stage.

The third phase of the mission requires Guilliman to bring back all the Primarchs.

Not a concept at all.

Finding the Primarch made his scalp tingle, and he had to play tricks to trick Angron into his hands.

It took nearly a century of expedition before we could gather enough for a family.

The task of the fourth stage can be achieved only by exploring different universes and other galaxies.

The different universe exploration team has set off, and there are more than ten teams.

This task will be completed shortly.

The requirement to explore other galaxies is a bit more difficult.

The closest to the Milky Way, the Large Magellanic Cloud, whose mass is only one-twentieth of the Milky Way, is also 190,000 light-years away.

If humans had sent a beam of light out of the galaxy on the day when they formally colonized the moon, declaring that humans were going to the starry sky.

After the golden age of mankind and the age of empires, this light has not yet traveled halfway.

It is conceivable how far the distance between the galaxies is.

For human beings with a lifespan of only a hundred years, the world of 190,000 light years is no longer within the scope of their thinking.

Even with the help of subspace, the unmanned void spanning hundreds of thousands of light years is still a very dangerous thing.

The warp is chaotic.

The more lifeless a place is, the more chaotic it is.

No lighthouse system has the means to span such a distance to navigate the ships of the Empire.

For this reason, exploring other galaxies is no less dangerous than exploring other universes.

In people's conventional cognition, the danger of going to other universes is definitely more dangerous than exploring in one's own universe.

The reality is just the opposite.

Human beings can easily land on the moon in the aviation age, but they can't go deep into the seabed and the center of the earth.

Knowing the existence of subspace and the path left by previous civilizations, the difficulty of exploring other universes is actually much easier than going to other galaxies.

In other galaxies, the human empire can only explore with its own power.

"Going to other galaxies, this matter needs to be considered in advance." Guilliman tapped his fingers unconsciously on the back of the throne chair.

He is considering setting up a brand new exploration department to coordinate this kind of thing.

The universe is vast and boundless, and it is a goal that is difficult to achieve in a lifetime if you want to set foot in every corner.

The only thing humans can do is to forge ahead and strive for traces of humans in those large supergalaxies that are found.

"Human Exploration Department."

A rudimentary plan appeared in Guilliman's mind.

The empire needs to constantly send various exploration teams to different galaxies to collect local information and do the preliminary work for the empire's colonization.

In fact, this plan has always been hidden in his heart.

Expanding civilizations tend to outlive shrinking civilizations.

If you live in a corner, you will definitely be eliminated.

Only continuous expansion, expansion, is the foundation of survival.

The empire should be like a weed that grows in every corner that can grow and captures every area that can be captured.

Thinking of this, Guilliman outlined the detailed steps of the plan in his mind, preparing to build a strong enough expedition team.

The empire's void troops popularized celestial-level fortresses not only to increase combat effectiveness, but also to consider continuous operations in deep space.

In order to capture other galaxies, the imperial troops had to prepare for a battle that would last hundreds, or even thousands of years.

Fighting in deep space far away from the parent star and human civilization is the most correct usage of a celestial-class warship.

Exploration and conquest have always been twin brothers.

Just relying on the power of the imperial government alone, there is no way to maintain enthusiasm for too long.

Only by letting the people of the empire realize that exploring other galaxies and universes will bring great wealth can a cyclical development of the exploration system be established.

"It's the life of a social animal." Guilliman complained. The only joy of being the emperor of the empire is farming and planning development.

Harem? ?

Wait for the empire to be strong enough to capture those goddesses, or open a harem of sticks.

The short lifespan of a mortal woman of a few hundred years is doomed to be a tragedy.

If the life of the other party is extended, it will bring even greater tragedy.

The empire's life extension project will definitely be on the agenda.

But it is not a simple matter to extend the natural lifespan of human beings.

Related to genetic recombination and changes.

It may take centuries to slowly increase the natural lifespan of humans.

Standing on the ruined hive city, Abaddon stared at the messy battlefield beside him.

Dead bodies littered the city's sewer system with blood and mutilated limbs.

Thousands of legionnaires and millions of mutants, humans, and demons roam the fallen city.

Another planet has fallen to the hands of the Black Legion.

Those idiots loyal to Guilliman watched the orbital defense network of the planet sink into darkness little by little, and could do nothing but worry.

The Black Legion ravaged the planet with brutal efficiency, killing those who would not kneel before the Great Marauder.

The experienced war lord personally led the troops to attack every city, smashing the forts and trenches that the defenders relied on.

And the one who walked in the front was Abaddon.

In charge of the planet's defense is a woman, a staunch supporter of Guilliman.

She intends to hold back the Black Legion with a fortress.

This kind of thinking is really too naive.

Three million men and women sworn to protect their homeland held the fortress under her leadership.

That woman's ability is so outstanding that no lord can break through.

Until Abaddon personally smashed open the plastic steel gate, destroying the defensive force field of the fortress.

The soldiers of the Black Legion were able to rush into the fortress.

Both men and women are fighting hard to defend their homeland.

Disciplined laser salvos burst like strobe constellations across the fortress.

Abaddon marveled at their courage, but unfortunately, nothing could be changed by them.

In front of the Chaos Warriors blessed by the evil gods, ordinary people are as vulnerable as children.

Abaddon, Hong Suo and others rushed into the fortress all the way, and there were only fragmented wreckage and broken arms.

"Great predator, you will be liquidated one day."

At the end of the fight, the woman drew a sword and rushed to Abaddon, only to be killed by him with a single blow.

The woman also had two sons, one died fighting to protect his mother and the other captured by Abaddon.

The inhabitants of the entire planet were massacred, and they didn't stop their horrific killings until there was no living person left in the entire world.

Abaddon stared at a black smoke rising in the distance, which was the power center of the city.

His men were throwing the bodies into the fiery fusion power pile, incinerating them all.

A muffled cry came from behind Abaddon.

A bloody man had his legs broken and lay dying in a pool of blood.

He weeps for his dead homeland.

Weep for my dead mother.

Weeping for his dead brother.

Cry for your own dead compatriots.

Abaddon turned his head, looking down at the dying guy condescendingly.

"Surrender to me, and you will survive, otherwise, you will be tortured before you die."

"You will only kill yourself." The man coughed and said, his body looked very thin, but his spirit was extremely strong, and the tearful eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to kill the big predator in front of him All swallowed up.

"You look so ridiculous." Abaddon stretched out his hand and picked it up, like grabbing a small ant. "The man you serve is still on Terra, rejoicing in claiming the throne of supremacy. He doesn't care about your loyalty, let alone your death."

"You are afraid of him, even if he is not here, you are afraid of him. You kill everyone because you know that this planet will be taken back by the Empire, and your failure is doomed, Great Marauder. "Painful, the dying man showed a happy smile, "You can kill a civilian or 10,000 soldiers, but you will pay the price in the end. I don't need the great emperor to pay attention to me. Loyalty, even in death."

"You can kill me, too. This is the only way you can threaten mortals. You can no longer take people's souls like before, and you can't feed your allies with us. My soul has long belonged to the great Emperor of the Empire."

Abaddon looked into the other's eyes, there was sorrow and pain in those crying eyes, but no fear of him.

He hated that look.

The Black Legion is no longer feared by the people.

Only hatred and enmity.

Click, there was a crisp cracking sound.

The man's neck was broken by Abaddon and thrown aside.

Abaddon wanted the man to kneel in front of him as a mockery of the woman who fought to the last moment, shouting Guilliman's name.

The mother fights for what she believes in, but the son grovels in order to survive.

Unfortunately, Abaddon did not achieve his goal.

Mortals of the Empire have no fear of the Black Legion.

They were linked together by Guilliman in an inexplicable way.

Even if they die, their souls will be taken away.

This further ensured their loyalty to Guilliman.

"My lord." A voice interrupted Abaddon's contemplation. The person who came was his psychic consultant, Voidseer-Ashul.

"Is there anything?" Abaddon asked Ashur.

"The empire is coming." Ashur stroked the skull scepter in his hand.

A few servants with profane runes carved all over their bodies stood behind him, holding a brazier in their hands.

Sensing the confusion contained in Abaddon's gaze, Ashur untied a skull from his waist, and crushed it with a little force, turning it into bone fragments.

He threw the bone fragment into the brazier and uttered piercing dark words.

More than a dozen acolytes recounted one by one.

With a bang, the brazier emitted a few strange rays of light, distorted as if it had been given life.

A large fleet appeared in the distorted light curtain.

Abaddon saw the burning void, floating the fragments of battleships blessed by the gods.

Obviously, the enemy is approaching.

Ashur was the first to know of the enemy's arrival through some warp means.

Most likely it was a message sent by his servants.

Abaddon knew that many of Ashur's men were separated, moving with different fleets.

Wizards can communicate by virtue of a special kind of witchcraft.

Ashur has mastered this.

It is not surprising that he knew of the enemy's arrival before the others.

"Who leads the team?" Abaddon asked.

"Kalgar, King of Macragge, he has brought many troops."

"It's this guy again, is there no one in the empire who can send him?"

Recalling several fights between myself and the opponent.

Every time he was deflated and fled.

At the thought of confronting Calgar again.

Some shadows appeared in Abaddon's heart, but they were quickly suppressed by him.

"Where are Marvel's troops now?" Abaddon asked.

Hong Suo came out, and he was the clearest about military dispatch.

"He led the cancerous troops and has been behind us. Even Lord Horus should be in their team."

Speaking of Horus' name, Abaddon's expression was a little unnatural.

Every time people said it, he felt like he was trampled underfoot and humiliated.

"Since he is so arrogant, let him face the wrath of the empire." Abaddon said in a deep voice, "I want to see if this so-called god can shake Guilliman and his minions."

"If we let Calga go like this, will we be liquidated afterwards?" Void Prophet-Ashur showed an ugly expression. That weird god controls the power no less than the four gods. If he is retaliated and liquidated by the other party, It must have ended badly.

Abaddon showed a smile.

"I've already lost to Calgar twice, and it wouldn't be surprising to lose one more time. Don't worry, it's still unknown whether those guys can return to the Eye of Terror. They are fighting on both sides, no matter who wins or loses, I'm happy See it happen."

Many high-level members of the Black Legion looked at each other, and they could all see each other's astonishment.

Abaddon didn't explain.

Instead, he stared at the sky with a sinister smile on his face.

Fuck that shit god and his bastards who try to follow it.

Didn't Yogg-Sothos declare that Guilliman is just a tiny ant who will be crushed to death by it at will! !

Abaddon felt that it was necessary for the other party to confirm it, to see if the evil god was really as powerful as he had boasted.

The Glory of Macragge.

The warship that had once belonged to the Primarch now truly belonged to Calgar.

The symbolic meaning of this battleship transcends everything, even Calgar's original Victory Laurel, does not have such symbolic meaning.

On behalf of the Primarch, the Ultimate Warrior was handed over to him in the true sense.

The primarch no longer leads his own brood.

This is the tacit consensus reached by all Primarchs.

For the Chapter and the Primarch, this is undoubtedly a painful decision.

Several Chapter Masters of the original Mother Chapter expressed grief and pain, but no one questioned the decision.

Everyone knows that doing so is conducive to the stability of the empire.

Calgar stood by the bridge porthole, staring out.

A fleet from the Eye of Terror was defeated.

It is their wreckage that floats in the void.

The corpses of those traitors were suspended in space, turning into ice sculptures, spinning quietly.

"Humanity is on the brink. Outside of the beauty created by the emperor, the darkness has not completely disappeared. They expect human beings to make mistakes again, and they are expecting human beings to walk on the old path again. Those weird gods are eager to make human beings Bring them under our own control, if we can't successfully defeat them, all our efforts will be in vain."

"We live in an unprecedented era. A hero who once passed away but returned has become the new emperor of mankind, taking over the unimaginable burden. Those ancient myths are also returning, fighting side by side with mankind, against the coming final test."

"We must win. This is our oath and our belief. It is the meaning of our existence to use our lives to protect mankind towards a better future."

Calgar clenched his fists and strengthened his inner thoughts.

The Ultramarines are the spear of invincibility.

Ultramarines are unshakable shield walls.

They will never fail the Emperor of the Empire.

Never fail humanity.

Abaddon ran out from the Eye of Terror again.

That bloody bastard has let him run so many times.

This time, he will never let the opponent escape from his hands again.

Terra's prison will be the traitor's final resting place.

Like other Primarchs, he became a being reviled by the people of the Empire.

"We have locked down where Abaddon is."

The intelligence director's voice came from the direction of the main console.

These words made Calgar withdraw his chaotic thoughts, and turned to the main console.

The staff members of the battleship are sitting in their positions, using nerve cables to process data to maintain the normal operation of this huge battleship.

Calgar sat on the throne that had once belonged to Guilliman.

A floating information window appeared in front of him.

A head fortress covered with flesh and eyeballs appeared on the screen.

It was the weird fortress that the Black Legion got from nowhere.

"Lock this fortress, and when you get close, immediately launch a jump gang, I want to kill that bastard." Calga said in a deep voice: "I want to knock out all his teeth, and let the people of the empire see a big toothless man!" How funny the looters are."

With the flickering and twisting of the dark sky.

Ripples appeared in the void that was originally as calm as the surface of a lake.

After a while, several huge gaps were torn open in the space-time structure.

The light of the other world spewed out from it.

The ships of the empire poured out like the tide.

The ships of the Black Legion also turned around, trying to wipe out the Empire before it could stabilize its line.

The two sides soon fought together.

With its firepower and sheer size, the Empire quickly gained the upper hand.

The huge head fortress was also targeted by two celestial-class battleships, which continuously released beams capable of destroying the planet and bombarded them.

Under the control of the Black Legion, the Fortress of the Head continued to counterattack.

Between them, countless small ships fought like swarms.

Laser beams and missiles, shells form deadly thickets.

The void shields on the hull were continuously lit, deflecting energy beams that could destroy cities.

Calgar seized the opportunity and led the Ultramarines and the Chapter soldiers who followed him to launch a gang-hopping operation.

Prepare to crush the resistance of the Black Legion once and for all.

With the help of teleportation, the original cast warriors poured into the head fortress like a tide.

Calgar was horrified by what he saw.

There are traces of profanity everywhere.

In the dark shadows lurk countless creatures of the warp.

The first to attack them were horned, red-skinned demons.

They were twisted, legs made of sharp knives swinging wildly.

The hooves slapped the floor of the cabin, and the long sword in his hand was burning with flames from hell.

The first line of defense in the fortress was in close contact with Calgar and the others, and they fought together in no time.

Two Ultramarines tactical squads were not far from Calgar, providing cover for the Chapter Master.

The instant the demons emerged from the smoke and shadows, explosions rained down on them, smelling of molten iron and blood.

Calgar threw himself into battle, smashing every foe that stood in his way with his iron fist.

Combat missions are assigned before the battle begins.

Things on the battlefield should be left to those soldiers to decide.

They know what to do.

When they think that their sacrifice can be exchanged for more benefits, these fighters will sacrifice without hesitation.

Calgar never had any doubts about it.

He believed in these fighters.

The demon's body was burning with flames, and the flames illuminated the black corridor like pale torches.

The warriors formed spears and pierced their defenses continuously, shooting dense barrages at them, and cutting off their limbs with sword blades.

Calgar grasped a demon by its horn, snapped it off alive, and tore its body apart with brutality.

The demon body torn in two was thrown out by him, hitting other demons.

Calgar was also equipped with a bolter under his gauntlet, and the two demons were directly knocked away by the blessed bullets, and steam was bubbling from their bodies, making them howl in pain.

The Ultramarines cleared the demons with great efficiency.

A howling daemon was shot into a bomb by a calm warrior from the gaping jaws.

Accompanied by the sound of the explosion, the demon's entire head exploded like a watermelon.

Some demons were also knocked to the ground, and the surrounding soldiers waved their weapons and slashed at each other.

In just a few breaths, the demon's distorted body turned into a pool of foul-smelling and sticky mud.

Some Chaos warriors drove back the mortal servants, trying to hold back the Imperium.

Unfortunately, nothing can stop the wrath of human beings.

Those Chaos Warriors were blown apart after only a few encounters.

Those mortal servants were even worse.

Some of them are descendants of the slaves in the Eye of Terror. They have long forgotten their origins and were tortured by the traitors until they lost all will to resist.

There are also mortals coaxed from conquered worlds by the Black Legion.

Those idiots gave their lives to the devil just to live a few extra weeks.

They deserve no sympathy.

Loyalty is not an empty term.

It is an oath to guard with life.

They should die for the Empire and fight to the last for humanity.

No matter what kind of crisis you encounter, you should not betray.

Betrayers are never worthy of pity.

Throngs of slaves rushed towards the loyalists of the Empire.

The red eyes have long lost their reason, and the dirty face is covered with brand marks and tattoos, and it is so distorted that it howls in despair.

Calgar knocked them down without mercy.

"For the sake of the great emperor, all traitors deserve to die." Calgar said indifferently after smashing a woman's head with a punch.

The servants died, too fragile for Imperial loyalists to easily reduce them to a heap of dismembered corpses.

Stepping on the road paved with blood and stumps, Calgar led his personal guard all the way deep.

Demons, traitors, slaves, mutants, and servants created by the Dark Mechanicum were ruthlessly destroyed.

Nothing can stop them.

Near the depths of the fortress, a group of warriors wearing Baroque-style black armor stood in front of them.

Horned helmets encase their heads, blood-red visors glow sinisterly, and they wield ancient bolters.

They watched Calga and his party rushing in, waiting in full force, ready to fight.

Just as Calgar was about to give the order to kill all these traitors, a voice interrupted him.

"It's been a long time, King Macragge."

Calgar looked solemnly at the place where the sound came from. Abaddon, wearing Terminator armor, came out of the darkness. The thick armor was covered with bone spurs, like a monster that came out of a nightmare.

"Today is your death day." Calgar said in a deep voice, "Stop thinking about running away like a coward."

"I have no intention of fighting you, Calgar. On the contrary, I am here to help you. The Black Legion suffered heavy casualties in the battle on Chidixing. Don't you wonder what kind of power made us recover so quickly?? "

"I never believed a traitor," Calgar said. "I only know one thing, and that is that you are finished, Abaddon."

Abaddon didn't care about Calgar's threat.

"A brand-new force has entered the galaxy. They are like those disgusting bugs. They didn't belong here, but they came here and tried to get their hands on the galaxy. It is with the help of this force that the Black Legion can do so. Recover quickly, your primary enemy is not me, Calgar. Killing me is meaningless, it will only drain your and the empire's strength."

"The Black Legion has been defeated by you again. What you have to face next is the real mastermind behind the scenes. I hope you can be as tough as you are now. These words are my warning to you. Be careful of that new enemy. Don't want you to die at the other's hands. Your head is mine, Calgar, remember that."

Abaddon took two steps back, and a thick, sticky black smoke shot out from the statues on both sides of the hall.

Just two or three breaths drowned out the gang of traitors.

When Calga realized something and rushed into the thick fog, the other party had disappeared without a trace.

"Abadon, you are a coward." Calgar growled angrily, "A coward."

Abaddon, who used teleportation witchcraft to escape to the Sansa, showed a mocking smile.

So what about cowards.

The one who survives to the end is the real hero.

The Empire will go dog-eat-dog with that damn Yogg-Sothoth and beat him to the bone.

"Let's go." Abaddon didn't care about the fort that he lost. That thing didn't belong to him, but belonged to Horus who was controlled by Yogg-Sothos.

The crew of the Misfortune activated the maximum thrust of the battleship's engines and flew towards the target according to the originally set goal.

Abaddon was always looking for ancient weapons that could harm the gods.

Now, he has some clues.

On the edge of the galaxy, there is an ancient ruin that was forgotten.

Belongs to a very long time ago.

Perhaps, he can find something he needs there.

Calgar's anger doesn't change anything.

Abaddon cunningly escaped from him again.

This is already the third time.

After calming down, he asked his subordinates to install star-killing bombs on this huge fortress, and then let all the troops withdraw from the battlefield.

As the last Primaris warrior withdrew, the huge head fortress was torn apart by star-destroying bombs, and countless flames gushed along the corridor, engulfing all the enemies who failed to escape.

Calgar, who returned to the Glory of Macragge, was trying to track down Abaddon's whereabouts.

Even if they killed most of the active force of the Black Legion and failed to capture the Great Marauder, it would not be a victory.

In order to deal with Abaddon, Calgar brought an extremely large force.

Attacked from multiple directions to encircle and suppress the Black Legion, just to completely block Abaddon's retreat.

Now, as long as all the troops work together to block the waterway of the warp and prevent Abaddon from escaping back to the Eye of Terror, the opponent will be unable to turn the tide.

Before Calgar ordered to search for Abaddon, a new message came from other battlefields.

An Imperial Navy fleet tasked with encircling and suppressing the Black Legion was annihilated by an unknown force that suddenly intervened on the battlefield.

A total of 20,000 Primordial Warriors with two battle groups were killed by the enemy, and millions of soldiers of the Empire were killed or injured.

It was the heaviest loss after the second emperor of the empire ascended the throne.

This news made Calgar realize that Abaddon was not lying.

A force far more terrifying than the Black Legion is seeking to take over the galaxy.

"Let go of that bastard first." Calga's face was extremely ugly, "Order all the ministries to gather and gather strength to fight against the new enemy."

On the void battlefield, fragments of battleships are floating everywhere.

Both Imperial and Enemy.

The two are mixed together, just floating like that, attracted by the gravity of the celestial body, flying towards the stars, or being pushed away, flying into the dark void.

No matter where they fly, their fate is irrelevant.

On the battlefield, there was still the last huge celestial-class warship struggling to support itself, trying to escape from the battlefield.

The soldiers guarded all passages and sniped the enemies of the Tiaogang.

Originally, their victory in encircling and suppressing the Black Legion was in sight, but they suddenly smashed out several planet-like skull fortresses from the edge of the galaxy, reversing the situation.

The powerful imperial warships were also blown alive by enemy troops far outnumbering themselves.

On the only surviving celestial-class battleship, the defenders of the empire are still fighting fiercely with the enemy.

"No!"

Seven or eight imperial soldiers wearing exoskeletons looked at the green monster in front of them with horrified expressions.

Their weapons hit each other's bodies as futilely as water guns hitting steel.

The green monster beat the group of soldiers into a lump of mud without any effort.

Behind that monster, there are other equally huge monsters.

Both green and red.

They all have a common name, Hulk.

In boundless rage, their power is unimaginably terrifying.

The terrified soldiers of the empire saw that they tore apart the Primaris warriors alive, and even blew up a warship tens of kilometers long.

They were also dropped on Celestial-class battleships as the main force for attacking fortifications.

Each Hulk has a body size of five meters and is extremely huge. It can blow up a Knight Titan with a single punch, and possesses endless power.

As soon as it was thrown into the battlefield, it crushed several lines of defense.

Wherever they passed, there were all tattered corpses torn apart by them.

The appearance of the Hulks made the already precarious line of defense fall.

The soldiers of the Wailers Chapter retreated to the core area under the leadership of the Chapter Master Marvin.

Another chapter, the Emperor's Scythe, has also retreated to the core area.

All the survivors were forced to the core, relying on the last protective fortress to block the enemy's attack.

"Fate has never favored us." Tracius, the Chapter Master of the Emperor's Scythe, watched the enemies constantly gathering outside the fortress, showing a bitter smile.

The Emperor's Scythes suffered as much as the Wailers.

The Wailers were discriminated against for cursing the founding of the army, so they could only go to the frontiers of the empire to fight.

The flagship of the Badab War, they unknowingly sided with the tyrant Huron, resulting in them being attacked by Imperial loyalists, losing most of their armament, and punished with a hundred-year redemption crusade.

The Emperor's Scythe is the battle group responsible for monitoring their expedition. The two battle groups have forged a deep friendship in many battles.

During the Hive Fleet invasion of the Kraken, the Emperor's Scythes and Wailers were all but wiped out.

Sosa, the mother planet of the Emperor's Scythes, fell during the invasion of the Hive Fleet. In order to cover the retreat of the civilians, the Emperor's Scythes stood firm on a mountain called the Giant's Coffin, and eventually all members died in battle.

When the Empire brought these two Chapters back, they were in the same dire condition as the Astral Knights.

The Emperor's Scythe has only one last starship, and they have lost all Terminator armor, nor any armored vehicles.

The Wailers suffered heavy casualties in successive battles with the Zerg, and all those who survived were wounded, only one step away from complete annihilation.

After a long period of recuperation, they were able to recover and grow stronger.

Like the other chapters, they expanded, taking it to ten thousand men.

And put his home star on a celestial-class battleship.

This time, it can be said that all the capital accumulated over the past hundred years has been thrown in.

The 20,000 fighters are almost the entirety of the two battle groups.

If it weren't for the fact that there are still several companies in other troops, I'm afraid these two battle groups that have just recovered will have to be removed.

"We were really unlucky. No one thought that there would be such an enemy army." Marvin's tone was equally bitter.

From start to finish, they didn't have any information about the enemy.

The other party seemed to appear out of nowhere.

When they besieged the Black Legion, they were caught off guard.

A sharp howl sounded, and the enemy launched another attack like a tide.

The artillery of the tanks roared, the titans were also unleashing their anger, and the heavy weapons on the walls of the fortress were also pouring ammunition.

High-energy grenades and EMP shells explode in the heart of the enemy.

Charged at the forefront were the twisted treants.

Arms like vines that can pierce steel.

Under the intensive firepower, they were smashed to pieces, and there were flying wood chips everywhere.

The corpses left by the enemy's previous attack were also vaporized in the face of the terrifying firepower of the defenders.

Not a single tree man was able to break through the fire blockade and walk in front of the defenders.

However, they have also completed their mission and advanced enough distance.

In the smoke and blood mist, a new enemy took the place of the treant.

The huge Hulks launched a charge.

The strides of the heavy body shake the battlefield, as if it were the end of the world.

"Get ready." Marvin shouted, "For the emperor, for mankind, and for the sake of living up to the holy blood."

The Hulks broke into the Wailers' defenses.

The size and strength of the two sides are equally terrifying.

The Hulks are blessed by Yogg-Sothoth.

They all stem from an ancestor, Dr. Banner who was the first Hulk.

The cancerous universe distorts those heroes.

The Hulk family led by Dr. Banner also failed to escape this tragic ending.

Dr. Banner's family inherits a special genetic factor,

After being illuminated by gamma rays, it will transform into Hulk.

For this reason, their entire family has the ability to transform into Hulk.

After the entire universe was distorted by Yogg-Sothos, the entire Hulk family was also distorted and became each other's servants.

There is no doubt about the powerful combat power of the Hulks. As the anger increases, the combat power will continue to increase.

The strongest Hulk can even destroy a planet.

The veterans led by Marvin crouched down, raised the strong shield that activated the force field, and the Heart of the Empire was overloaded, ready to meet the first wave of impact from the Hulks.

ps: happy new year,