Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Calgar took over the data pad that recorded the interrogation information.

He glanced at the stubborn cultist just now.

The other party has fallen at the feet of the think tank responsible for interrogating him.

His eyes were white, his mouth was foaming, and his body was still twitching unconsciously.

The faint glow reflected by the rotating holographic projection in the room reflected on the guy's face.

You can clearly see the panic and despair on the face of the cultist.

Even in a coma, there is no subsidence.

It looked like it was carved with a knife.

Using witchcraft to read the soul of a living person will cause irreversible damage.

In mild cases, the nerves are damaged, and even hemiplegia occurs, and he has no ability to take care of himself.

In severe cases, the soul will be damaged, causing the whole person to go crazy.

It is an extremely inhumane method.

Calgar didn't like the tactic too much either.

But he cared more about Abaddon's whereabouts.

The damned marauder had escaped his grasp several times.

This incident was regarded by Calgar as a disgrace to his long military career.

The toughness of that guy made Calgar put his anger on Abaddon on him.

He had given that traitor a chance.

The opponent has no loyalty to the empire in his heart.

Even if you have failed, you still have to be so stubborn.

To keep a secret for his master.

For such an idiot, Calgar has no need to show mercy to the other party.

For these traitors who turned their backs on the Empire and regarded Abaddon and the Chaos Gods as their targets, any cruel method was allowed.

Any kindness to these fellows would be cruelty to the warriors who died fighting against the gods, and the ordinary people slaughtered by traitors.

The data pad is so smart that it automatically locks onto Calgar's pupils and slides with his eye movements.

It only took a few seconds for him to read all the information he read from the opponent's mind.

The content inside made Calgar frown slightly.

After that fellow Abaddon escaped from his hands, he raised a strong army again and recruited some good men.

Those strange iron and mechanical golems were the new Legion forged by his new underlings.

The combat power of those puppets should not be underestimated. A single punch could knock a Primordial Warrior into the air, blow up the heavy armor abruptly, and almost killed an Primal Warrior in an instant.

Even more frightening is their almost indestructible regeneration ability.

Even cutting off the warp won't help.

The same can be revived and strengthened.

Now those metal mechanical puppets were cut and thrown in different dimensions, which prevented them from being resurrected.

Otherwise, it is estimated that he is still fighting those damn metal mechanical puppets.

"Abadon must not be allowed to escape this time." Calgar said firmly in his heart.

Every time he escapes, the guy pulls up a team again.

Abaddon is immortal, and the empire is doomed to restlessness.

Read on.

It is the purpose of these chaos traitors to seize the Void-5 space transfer station.

With the growth of the imperial military power.

The living space of the Chaos traitors was gradually compressed.

The Empire's warbands are generally overstretched.

A battle group can easily pull out thousands of Primaris warriors.

Even with the blessing of the gods, the Chaos Warband is no match for the Primaris Warband.

At one time, he was hunted down and suppressed by the opponent.

During the long siege of the Empire, the situation of many Chaos warbands was very difficult.

Lack of equipment, lack of ammunition, severe attrition, and no slaves for cannon fodder.

What's more, it's not like it used to be.

Lack of equipment or grab the industrial world of the empire.

If you lack weapons, rob the empire's foundry.

If there is a shortage of fighters, grab the genetic seeds of the empire.

If there is a shortage of slaves, they will rob the world of the hive capital of the empire.

Do a trip and have enough food and clothing.

Before the imperial support arrived, they had already slapped their buttocks and left.

But things are different now.

As long as the Chaos Warbands launch an attack on the world of the Empire, those Primaris Warbands will come to them like sharks smelling blood.

Five or six hundred original cast fighters were dispatched at once to chase and fight.

A small battle gang is only a few dozen people.

There are more than a dozen people who are worse, or even a few.

There are hundreds of original warriors of the empire as soon as they come out.

When I saw them, I was as excited as a dog when he saw bones.

One ran faster than the other, for fear that those Chaos Warriors would be hacked to death by other companions before he could hack them.

Many war gangs are aggrieved.

Mixed into a gift package of experience, who can bear this kind of thing.

More importantly, with the upgrade of the empire's weapons and equipment, the local defense force has also been upgraded. Various exoskeleton armor, automatic artillery, drone clusters and other equipment have become the equipment of conventional troops.

Chaos warriors have no benefit from the defense system of the local defense forces.

There's a good chance of hitting yourself head-on.

If you meet Catachan, Krieger and other Star Guard regiments, it will be difficult to escape.

Looting the imperial world is no longer a matter of blood.

It is a high-risk, low-yield loss-making business.

If you are not careful, the entire battle gang will be wiped out.

Under such circumstances, those Chaos war gangs are getting more and more bleak, they have nothing to do, they are fighting against the empire purely for love and faith.

Even Abaddon had this problem.

In order to get enough soldiers and slaves.

Abaddon focused on Void 5, an illegal area far away from the empire.

According to the laws of the empire, all kinds of depraved behaviors on the Void 5 space station are strictly prohibited.

Those guys didn't dare to speak up even if they were attacked.

Once the empire traces them down, the judges will clean them up immediately.

Captured by Abaddon's legion, he was only a slave.

Discovered by the empire, it was a direct greeting from Bomb.

To be more bleak, it is normal operation in the empire to pull directly to remove the lobotomy and make atonement as a slave.

"Right now, all the waterways leading to Cadia have been blocked, yet Abaddon actually holds such a path to provide support for the Cadia battlefield."

Calgar frowned slightly, and soon relaxed it again.

He suddenly realized that if the trail marked on the star map really existed.

This could be an opportunity for Empire.

A chance to wipe out the enemies of the Empire on the battlefield of Cadia.

Traitors can go that route, and so can the empire.

Orc Emperor - Bonebreaker.

The supreme ruler of the dead - the Silent King.

There are other scattered aliens, and even those Dark Eldar who have not been wiped out are in Cadia.

The rise of the empire has forced the enemies of the empire to unite and fight for a chance to survive.

Obviously, the human battle to regain the galaxy will break out on the planet Cadia.

Now, the Primarch of the Fist of the Empire - Dorne and the Primarch of the Dark Angel - Ryan have both rushed to the Eye of Terror because of the cancerous Legion calling on the enemies of the entire galaxy. In addition to the two Primarchs, His Majesty has also left the human race The sacred homeland of Kadia is on its way to the Cadia battlefield.

If I can use this unknown channel to launch a surprise attack from behind when the enemy is busy responding to the frontal attack of the empire, I will surely catch the opponent by surprise.

The enemies of the Empire will pay a very heavy price.

It may even be completely wiped out on the Cadia battlefield.

The empire will take this opportunity to completely unify the galaxy.

This is an opportunity not to be missed.

As the vanguard of the Cancer Legion, Abaddon will definitely go to the battlefield of Cadia.

As long as he is fast enough, Abaddon will be blocked in the Cadia Fortress like everyone else.

At that time, this big predator will be hard to fly.

"This time, I will never let you escape from my hand again." Calgar grabbed the star map and turned to go out.

When he walked to the door, he glanced at the traitors, waved his hand and said, "Execute all the traitors, and let the Mechanic Order send someone to recover the Void 5 space transfer station."

After saying these words, Calgar had already walked out of the room.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of explosive bombs continued to sound behind him.

Those traitors who turned their backs on the Empire and surrendered to Chaos were executed one by one.

The battle for the Void V space station has come to an end.

Calgar has kept a Mechanicum team on board, and will reclaim the Empire's property, the Void Five, before it becomes a hotbed of Chaos again.

The rest of the fleet planned to follow the guidance on the star map, go around the back of the Cadia battlefield, and stab the enemy's heart.

Calgar, who returned to the flagship, also planned to receive the fourth original casting upgrade.

As the right-hand man and right-hand man of the emperor, Calgar always gets the best technology.

The technology for the fourth original casting upgrade that had just been perfected was also sent to him immediately.

Calgar would grab Abaddon with overwhelming force.

Step down that damn bastard, bring him back to Terra, hang with those traitors, and become a beautiful landscape of Terra.

"Even if the four gods crawl out of the subspace this time, they won't be able to keep you, Abaddon."

Calga, who was naked and about to walk into the upgrade cabin, swore in his heart.

The upgrade cabin was activated under the operation of the technical priest.

Accompanied by the sound of machinery, the hatch opened slowly.

Calgar stepped into it.

Nanomechanical arms hold him in place.

The hatch then slowly closed.

Calgar went into hibernation with the anger towards Abaddon and the anger of being beaten up by that fake Horus.

When he wakes up, he will be reborn again.

History should never be forgotten.

To forget history is to betray the past and to abandon the future.

Witness the truth, report the truth, record the truth.

This is our mission.

The narrator's mission

Those warriors fought a visible war in the galaxy with genes, bombs, and spaceships.

And we use words and cameras to fight another war.

People will think we are weak, that we can kill at will, that we have no power.

Such thinking is absurd and ignorant.

Those short-sighted eyes can't know how terrifying the power of words is! !

It shapes entire races, it shapes empires, it shapes the future.

This force is hidden and powerful.

Even those warriors were born from this power.

Historians trudge through the past, recording things that have already happened and past.

They record the history of this moment for future generations.

Tell them what happened in the first place.

This is the meaning of the narrator.

Many people cannot understand my words.

What a powerful word written on paper can have.

It is not a rune with magic power.

Such a person can only recognize tangible power, but not invisible power.

If a race had no history, they would have no cohesion, nor would they have created any civilization.

A race cannot draw strength from the past, nor can it look to the future.

When was human civilization born?

When did the first ape-men appear?

When building your first house?

When the first fire was lit?

neither.

Civilization was born when humans first learned to record history.

With history, they united and established tribes and villages.

This is the invisible power of history.

If history is lost, the future is also lost.

Sitting at his desk, the famous narrator - Kakar is finishing his autobiography.

He has served the Empire for centuries, so he is an old guy.

Fortunately, the life extension technology of the empire is strong enough, so that he still has a healthy body and a quick mind to be competent for his work.

In order to enhance his efficiency, Kakar installed a thinking aid brain computing device on himself.

This device can help him think better and use those more accurate words more accurately.

History is a rigorous matter that cannot tolerate distortion and mistakes.

Otherwise, it will bring wrong enlightenment to future generations.

Human beings often make mistakes constantly. In essence, some people falsify history for their own selfishness.

They glorify their mistakes.

Later, people have a sense of illusion. The beautified and distorted history will make people feel that the crisis at that time was not particularly serious.

Even if you experience it again, it is within the range you can accept.

This has led to humans constantly repeating some low-level mistakes that have been made many times.

Humanity cannot learn any lessons from history.

Who can get the right answer from a wrong source?

Of course, as the history books of imperial enlightenment, it is allowed to be less rigorous, and some emotional guidance can be done.

This is a helpless choice.

Many people don't like to think. They just like to passively accept other people's opinions and then take them as their own.

Kakar has long been aware of this.

Human beings are lazy creatures, even if the empire lowers the threshold for acquiring knowledge, it will be of no use.

There will always be a large number of people who are unwilling to take the initiative to learn and research that knowledge.

These people prefer to waste their precious time on meaningless things.

For many opinions, they also don't like to think, but like to be guided by others.

As for those who want to actively seek the truth, they can naturally find the truth elsewhere.

What Kakal does is put the truth out there.

As he grows older, Kakar's understanding and insights into many things have become more in-depth and thorough.

He learned to strip away his subjective emotions, and used a bystander attitude to record the occurrence of every historical event.

This approach earned him even more praise.

His narration method gives people a sense of immersion as he was watching what happened at the time.

After writing the last few words, Kakar put down his pen, leaned on the back of his chair and took a deep breath.

His autobiography is written up to now, and it is already a very long story.

What I have seen and heard for hundreds of years, my growth and mistakes are all written in it.

Kakar, who leaned back in the chair, emptied himself and gave his brain a chance to rest.

He let his thoughts run wild like a wild horse.

For a while, I was thinking about what to eat when I was busy! !

Thinking about tomorrow's plans for a while.

In the end, the bumping thoughts will always plunge into the abyss of memory, linking up those things that happened hundreds of years ago.

Every time Kakar recalled what had happened, it felt like a long dream.

Everything is constantly flashing like a movie.

The Thirteen Primarchs, who were only regents at the beginning, awoke in Ultramar and launched an indomitable expedition to save mankind in Macragge.

Countless heroes gathered there, vowing to recapture everything lost for mankind.

As a result, legendary battles broke out.

Not long after the start of the Indomitable Crusade, the Thirteen Primarchs signed the Chronicler Act, restarting the Imperial History Department.

Scholars are allowed to board the ship to record various historical events.

Kakar thought of himself at that time.

Nothing but blood.

Ignorant and ignorant, he just set foot on the ship to the endless starry sky.

At that time, his parents were still alive and healthy.

Fully support his choice.

Encourage him to do what he thinks is worth doing.

Kakar is in the spirit of being loyal to the country.

He took a ship to the Vitria galaxy with many companions.

At that time, the empire was not as powerful as it is today.

Tyranid Zerg was the empire's confidant at the time, and it was also the nightmare of countless imperial troops.

In the dark years before the awakening of the Thirteenth, several battles between the Empire and the Tyranid Zerg ended with heavy damage to the Empire.

There are only two endings for the imperial army to encounter the Zerg.

One is eaten, and the other is still eaten.

At that time, the Terra Council even planned to use the extinction order to isolate a star belt of ruins that besieged the Terra Zerg.

Fortunately, under the hard work of heroes such as Kaur, the Living Saint, and Judge Gray, they successfully awakened the sleeping Thirteenth.

That is definitely their greatest exploit.

Because the fate of human beings has been turned upside down by what they have done.

If it weren't for the persistence of those people, I'm afraid that the empire would have been torn apart and become a carnival paradise for aliens and traitors.

In the battle against the Tyranid Zerg in the Vitria galaxy, many soldiers who went to the battlefield left a last letter in advance.

Some officers also asked Kakal to take pictures of them as their posthumous photos.

Kakar thought of the past and showed a wry smile.

That battle was also really tragic, so tragic that it would be very pale and powerless to describe it with any words.

The void line of defense fell, and the fragments of the starship fell like meteors, extremely dense.

Every flash in the sky means the death of tens of thousands of sailors.

Countless fighter planes in the atmosphere fought with Tyron.

Pilots looked through the cockpit door, and everywhere they looked was Zerg, countless.

Desperate pilots piloted damaged fighters to launch suicide counterattacks again and again, until they were torn apart by the Zerg.

The fight on the surface was even more horrific, with shining explosions and piles of corpses everywhere, including Zerg and humans.

The knights drove the mechs, charged towards the swarm of insects amidst battle roars, and exploded themselves the moment they fell down.

The gigantic Titan stood proudly beside the collapsed city wall, suppressed the swarm with weapons powerful enough to destroy the city, created opportunities for the evacuated troops, and was finally overwhelmed by the endless Zerg, ushering in its own end in a mushroom cloud of flames soaring into the sky.

In the end, even the hive defense line was breached.

Bloody battles broke out in every street, every building.

Countless soldiers blocked the swarm's progress with their flesh and blood.

Even the mighty warriors were overwhelmed, and there was no safe place on the entire planet.

If it weren't for the Regent of the Empire at that time, that is, the current Emperor of the Empire arrived in time.

Kakar thought he might die there, too, with old Yon.

When the news of the victory of the war came, he walked out of the trench, and there were corpses everywhere he looked.

Burning embers were falling from the sky, and ruins were everywhere.

The entire sky was covered by beacon smoke, it was gray, and only faint sunlight covered the ground.

The pungent smell of blood made the air stink.

There is no one who does not bear the grief of losing a loved one.

There is not one who does not suffer from the price paid for his victory.

The Vitria battlefield was the first time Kakar realized how terrifying the word war was.

Countless lives were lost just like that.

Lying on the icy ground, filling every gully.

The blood that flowed out soaked the ground.

Those dead are not cold numbers, nor are they words that can be summed up in one sentence.

But a living individual.

They have had other roles as well.

It used to be a child who lay on his mother's lap and looked at the stars in the sky.

She was once a wife and husband who hugged her lover and made an unswerving vow until death.

They were fathers and mothers who were ecstatic for their children to come into this world.

In order for human beings to stand tall in the galaxy, they have no hesitation, one after another, resisting the enemy's attack with their lives.

Kakar also grew up from that time.

He no longer felt that his status as a scholar was nobler than those soldiers who could only tell dirty jokes.

Those soldiers were not as learned as he was, not as educated as he was.

They do not have the cells to appreciate art and music.

Their favorite fun is nothing more than watching handsome men and women make comments, making all kinds of vulgar jokes, and bragging about their own deeds

But their courage made Kakar ashamed.

In countless nights, Kakar would ask himself in his heart, do he have the courage to die for his belief?

Kakar was sad to find that he didn't seem to have one.

If so, why is he still alive and not fighting like those brave men? ?

After the Battle of Vitria, Kakar learned to get along with those big soldiers.

He also learned to make dirty jokes, and to tell exaggerated stories about the three days and two nights that the fallen soldiers and the noble lady had to tell.

Kakar opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling illuminated by the lights, trying to free himself from the memory.

At this time, the sound of electric current sizzled, and the communicator made a sound.

An information interface is suspended in the air.

Men in imperial uniforms appear in the frame.

The left half of the man's face has been replaced by a machine, and a mechanical prosthetic eye has also been implanted in the left eye, emitting a faint red light.

His face was very serious, and he didn't know whether it was because of the mechanical transformation that prevented him from laughing, or because his character was just like this.

There is no emotion in the tone of speech.

It's as mechanical as a machine.

"Reporter Kakar, your request to interview Primarch-Lord Ryan has been granted. I hope you are ready. If you miss this opportunity, you will not have a second chance."

"Please believe in my quality as a professional reporter." Kakar said: "I am always ready to record everything I think is worth recording."

The man in the message screen nodded, "The team that picked you up has set off and should be there within half an hour. Cherish this opportunity."

"I will cherish it," Kakar said.

The man didn't say anything more.

The information window is closed.

The light dissipates in the air.

Kakar stood up and stretched his muscles.

Then simply organize your things.

Just waiting for someone to take him to the place where the Dark Angel Primarch-Lion Lion is.

The room where Kakar is now living is the living quarters of the Imperial Celestial Class battleship - Invincible Truth.

In addition to the powerful firepower that can easily destroy everything, the celestial-class battleship also has a huge size that is comparable to a planet, and the residential area alone has a size comparable to a city.

It is obviously unrealistic to walk across such a huge starship.

After waiting for a while, the doorbell rang.

Kakar walked over to open the door and found two Primaris warriors with black and white armor on their bodies.

They showed proof that they were members of the team that brought Kakar there.

Kakar took the equipment he could use for the interview and followed them out.

The transport boat is ready at the nearest platform.

There are also several original cast warriors waiting there.

After connecting Kakar to the transport boat, they also returned to the cabin.

The transport boat took off directly and flew to the administrative center of the battleship.

The giants were silent, just sitting around Kakar like that.

Except for expressing their purpose at the beginning, they never spoke to Kakar again.

Only the armor growled with every movement they made.

Many people dislike being in close quarters with Primaris warriors.

They are huge in metal armor, and ordinary people look very thin in front of them.

The huge long sword and bolt gun also naturally give people a sense of fear.

What's more, they rarely speak.

Many ordinary people have seen them kill far more than they have spoken.

Kakar doesn't know that, he has interviewed and contacted these Primaris warriors many times.

Primordial fighters train hard, and their usual entertainment is either fighting or shooting, and there is no other event other than fighting.

To put it bluntly, in fact, they are not high-cold, but ordinary people who can't talk to them at all.

It would be noisy if the entire Chapter were together for a banquet.

Many fighters will talk about their deeds like a chatterbox.

They will also brag like big guns.

Sometimes, bragging is exposed and will become annoyed and demand a duel.

When the transport boat landed and the hatch opened, Kakar saw an extremely busy scene.

Astral Army generals, battle group servants and machine servants, compilation mechanics and logistics support personnel came and went, all busy busy.

Those Primordial Warriors led Kakar through various checkpoints and helped him verify his identity.

Send him to the door of Lion Ryan's study.

This is where the Primarch meets non-military personnel.

After the notification was allowed to enter, the door of the study was opened.

Kakar stepped in.

Like the Primarchs interviewed before, Lane's room was surprisingly modest.

The interior layout is simple, without any frills.

Data crystals and books are stacked randomly on the table.

Ryan sat behind his desk and waited for him.

Before Kakar walked in, he was still examining the holographic projection on the desk.

There are hundreds of small-scale wars on display.

With his professional eyesight, Kakar could tell at a glance that the battle in the Makota star sector was being broadcast.

There is an important path to the Eye of Terror.

After the fall of Cadia, the Makota star area became the main line of contention between the two sides.

The situation in the Makota star sector is very stalemate. Many worlds have been polluted and transformed by the cancerous legion. The empire is still struggling to open up the situation.

Many war groups of the empire have raided it many times.

However, those traitors are like weeds, once they are harvested, they will reappear again.

"My lord." Kakar saluted.

Ryan nodded while turning off the battle projection about the Makota star sector, and looked up at Kakar.

The Primarch is the most outstanding creation of the Emperor.

Each has impeccable physiques and irresistible charisma.

Kakal tried not to look directly at the Primarch.

Many people cry bitterly after seeing the Primarch, or their speech is slurred.

Kakar didn't want to make such a mistake.

"You have submitted many interview requests to me, which makes me a little suspicious. If I continue to refuse, will you keep submitting until I interview you." Ryan reached out and motioned Kakar to sit on the chair in front of the table .

"I will continue to try for a while, and I will not give up until I confirm that it is really impossible to interview adults." Kakar said neither humble nor humble.

"Why are you so persistent?" Ryan asked.

"I hope to record the story of the lion for posterity, a complete story, not a guess from the fragments."

"It's a long story."

"If adults are willing to talk, I am willing to spend time listening."

Ryan was silent for a moment, but finally spoke.

"You can only record, you cannot make any modifications, and you must obtain my permission before publishing it to the public, or you can only publish it after I leave the empire."

"I see."

"There is still some time before the next meeting, so let me talk about what happened when I was thrown into the starry sky from my father's laboratory and landed in the Caliban Forest."

"When I climbed out of the broken cabin, I was already in the depths of the forest from the moment I had the memory. When a group of knights went deep into the forest to explore, they found me and brought me back to the human society."

"Their leader is exactly." Ryan stopped abruptly when he said this.

"Who is the leader?" Kakar asked.

After a while, Ryan spoke again.

"The leader is Luther, the new knight of the Great Knights, my mentor, my guide."

The flagship of the Blood Angels Chapter - the Holy Blood.

"Tiers, as a son of the Holy Blood, you have served the empire for a long time, from an immature recruit to a warrior with countless honors, your belief is pure and sincere, your belief is as firm as a rock, after the Blood Council Your noble character and achievements have been recognized, are you willing to serve as the commander of the Tenth Company of the Holy Blood Order?"

Wearing red armor, holding a scarlet chalice, and wearing a Sanguinius mask, the Holy Blood Priest Cobro spoke, his voice without any emotional color.

"If you refuse this honor and stand up and leave this temple, no one will blame you for it, Tiers. If you are willing to bear this burden and swear that you will never live up to this honor, then stay. "

Tiers didn't move, but knelt there quietly on one knee, waiting silently.

It is absolutely impossible for him to give up this honor.

This is the best reward for his bravery.

Dante stepped down from his throne, and with a soft unsheathing sound, he drew the Chapter's holy sword.

The blade was as long as a mortal body, and was forged by a great Primarch, Vulkan, the best craftsman in the Imperium.

The sword in Dante's hand is far superior to all ancient weapons.

That Primarch is proficient in forging, and combined with the advanced technology of the empire, the power of the forged weapons is terrifying.

Vulkan was not stingy, and he forged artifacts of his own for those warriors he deemed worthy.

This already symbolizes a recognition.

Only the most illustrious warriors receive weapons forged by a Primarch himself.

The tip of the sword that was not activated rested on Tiers' shoulder.

"I, Dante, the leader of the Blood Angels Chapter hereby announce Tiers as the commander of the Tenth Company of the Blood Angels."

Many warriors sang Baal's song to celebrate Tiers.

After the ceremony, Tiers stood up.

His face, too, emerged from the shadow of the candlelight into the light.

The son of Yuji, the former water seller, now has a vicissitudes of life. Years of wars have left his face with hideous wounds.

"The battle group needs to go to the Cadia battlefield first to support, and the follow-up cleaning work of the Armageddon battlefield is handed over to the tenth company. The bonebreaker has escaped here and mixed with those damned chaotic evil things. With the tenth company And the strength of the auxiliary army is enough to wipe out the Armageddon battlefield." Dante said: "This is also your first battle after being promoted to company commander, don't let us down."

"Never live up to the name of the Holy Blood," Tiers said.

A few hours after being promoted to Chapter Command.

A fleet headed by giant battleships was separated from the huge fleet and headed straight for Armageddon.

The Blood Angels Chapter's flagship, the Blood, entered the warp with many other warships, heading for the Cadia battlefield.

There will be a decisive battle between the human empire and many aliens.

There is absolutely no possibility of the Blood Angels being absent.

Standing on the command bridge of the battleship, Tiers watched the departure of the Holy Blood.

The noisy bridge was filled with the voices of officers and technicians.

The imperial double-headed eagle banner hangs high above the bridge.

The glory banners belonging to the tenth company are arranged next to the double-headed eagle flags.

Some have faded with the passage of time, some are as bright as they were just woven, and some even have dried blood.

The last company commander died in battle, meeting the greatest death with valor.

Primordial cast warriors are just powerful, not absolute immortality.

The powerful WGHAAAA energy instantly vaporized him.

Tiers thus became the commander of the Tenth Company.

With the wargroup gone, Tiers focused his attention on the mission.

Sweep Armageddon, then join the warband on the Cadia Fields.

It is said that the great emperor of the empire has set out from the solar system, hoping that he can catch up with the final battle.

The Blood Angels had been cleaning up the outskirts of Armageddon before, uprooting the planets controlled by the green skins and smashing their fortresses.

The orc on Armageddon today is already a crab with its legs pulled out, just waiting for the final blow from the empire.

Tiers' task is to finish the finishing touches and completely clean up the orcs and demons in Armageddon.

The fleet is fast.

Even if the empire did not have the webway to Armageddon, with the lighthouse navigation system, the fleet was far faster than in previous eras.

After reaching its destination, the fleet begins to return to reality.

The spaceship that flew out of the subspace, the afterglow of the subspace still remained on the Geller force field.

The force field drive engine shines with dazzling brilliance, like a sun driving a huge battleship in flight.

The void shield system started slowly, taking shape amidst the trembling of the shield generator

A gray planet appeared in front of them.

covered by thick clouds.

Terrible wars erupted all over the surface of the planet.

The world is being pushed to the abyss of death by a destructive force that exceeds its ability to recover.

The world is scarred.

Every area is scarred.

Strange energy gushes out from all over the planet.

The earth has been broken, and hot lava spreads and flows on the surface of the planet like a river.

War has turned this world into hell.

Armageddon was once the industrial world of the Empire.

Then it was reduced to ruins due to the invasion of demons and orcs.

The ecological environment of the planet has been seriously polluted.

Toxins and radiation have poisoned this once industrial star.

Ordinary people only need to take a breath of the unpurified air outside the hive city to inhale deadly toxins.

Those toxins will slowly rot and melt the lungs.

The surviving humans hid in the Armageddon hive, holding the planet for the empire.

Armageddon Fortress is magnificent.

Those towering structures are protected by massive void shields.

Huge weapons are scattered all over the tall city walls.

All kinds of cannon muzzles are spread all over it, just like the sharp teeth on the mouth of a wild beast.

At this time, the endless green tide is attacking the Armageddon Fortress.

From the detection device of the battleship, it can be seen that the orcs are very large.

After possessing the orc emperor, the green-skinned orcs also returned to their ancestors.

They are regaining their strength as weapons of murder.

Some words were swallowed, and today I can only change 10,000.

I'm really sorry.