Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter 4: warp lord

Chapter 4 Subspace Boss

   Confirming the reward, Guilliman nodded.

  This cheat is not too bad, barely usable.

  Use dark matter computer technology to cooperate with the Primal Cast Space Marine technology in the hands of the mechanical sage-Cauer.

  He will be able to create a new batch of warriors to fight against traitors and Chaos forces.

  Relying on the original space fighters of the empire, when facing these chaotic forces, they are really a little weak.

  Many times, they are won by piling up the number of people.

  The battle damage was so tragic that I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

   Being able to create such a group of powerful new-style troops can effectively help him maintain the territory of the human empire.

  Guilliman had no choice, either he helped the Human Empire defeat Chaos, or he was captured by Chaos as a slave.

  Escape?

   It is best not to dream.

   The nearest galaxy to the Milky Way is hundreds of thousands of light-years away. How can I escape?

  Without an astronomical torch and no navigation map, how can I escape? ?

  Even if the fleeing spaceship can reach the maximum speed limited in the universe, he cannot escape.

  Using the speed of light to fly from the Milky Way to other galaxies, the time required is as long as hundreds of thousands of years. If the spaceship breaks down halfway, it will drift until death.

   It is more dangerous to escape with the help of subspace.

   Warp space is the territory of evil gods. Without the protection of the Emperor's Astro Torch, Geller's force field will collapse after a few days.

  Without Geller's force field, the Cthulhu can pinch him as he pleases.

   There is also an unrealistic aspect of fleeing, that is, other places are not necessarily safe.

   There is another race in the Warhammer universe, the Tyranids.

   This race came in from outside the galaxy, this terrifying race that eats wherever it goes, was chased by other powerful beings and fled into the galaxy.

   One can imagine what happened!

  The world outside the Milky Way may be even worse than the Milky Way.

   I'm afraid that if I escape, it will be even more desolate.

  He can only win, or die tragically, there is no third way to choose.

   "Go out and clean them up." Guilliman stepped out, with terrible anger in his eyes, and the flames of the Emperor's Sword in his hand became more and more destructive.

   Calgar, Celestine, Amarici and other survivors regrouped and gathered beside Guilliman.

   Booming artillery fire rang out outside the sanctuary, and the Imperial defenders were still fighting, trying to drive the Chaos invaders from their homeworld.

  Macragge City, this magnificent hive city is full of battles.

  Factories, spaceports, fighting sounds everywhere.

  Space warriors from all over the empire are wearing different armors and chaotic forces are fighting together.

  The Star Militia Army and the Macragge Guards are still firing, using the defenses built along the street to shoot those damned cultists and demons.

   Laser beams cut through the battlefield full of pungent smells, burning those monsters and taking their lives.

   But there are so many monsters and cultists and traitors, the number is huge, it is unimaginable.

   Wave after wave of them charged the lines of the Imperial Loyalists, causing the defenders to retreat steadily.

   "For the gods of chaos, for the supreme glory, kill." The cultists covered with bone spurs and turned into monsters waved their weapons and shouted loudly, encouraging the believers to rush forward and attack the defenders' front.

  The man with a ferocious face and covered with tumors screamed with unusual excitement, "For the gift of the loving father, for the end of all things."

   Other traitors also chanted all kinds of weird and profane slogans.

  The imperial defenders are still struggling, maintaining the front line that is about to collapse. Behind them is the last shelter of Macragge City, and there is no way for them to retreat.

  The people huddled in their shelters, praying to the statue of the Emperor.

   "Save us."

   "Let us not be harmed by those evils."

   "Help us."

   Listening to the sound of artillery fire and the crazy shouts of the Chaos side, the closer they got, the more frightened they became.

  Once it falls into the hands of Chaos, even death is no longer a rest, but the beginning of another torture.

  Thinking of this, they trembled suddenly, and all of them became frightened.

  The commander of the Astral Army who was responsible for defending the shelter of Macragge City also fell into despair.

   Facing the surging Chaos army, he could only squeeze the potential of each army as much as possible to buy more time for the defense line.

   More than a hundred regiments were worn out by this flesh and blood war, and countless soldiers of the Astral Army died on this battlefield.

  The only hope is that the Imperial Fleet can regain control of low-Earth orbit. Only in this way can the war be won.

  The corpses piled up like mountains on the battlefield, and the dark red blood flowed on the ground, and even the air could smell that pungent smell.

  The tragedy of the war has become more and more desperate.

   There is no chance of victory in sight.

  The connection between the surface and space has been cut off, and no one knows what will happen to the battle in space.

   Is it a win? Still fled.

  Big green flies hovered over the battlefield with a buzzing sound.

  Seeing the fallen fresh corpses, they swarmed up, drilled into the flesh and blood to lay eggs, and sent the benevolent father, those weird viruses and germs into the corpses, allowing them to stand up again and become a plague walking corpse.

The decline of the defenders is getting worse and worse, while the enemy's offensive is getting stronger and stronger. The power from the evil **** of the subspace is satisfying, and the strange whispers bewitch the soldiers who still want to resist, trying to get them out of the rotten body on the golden throne. dead hands, dragged into sweet gardens.

   "Are we doomed?" Looking at the situation on the battlefield that was being defeated steadily, despair emerged in the commander's heart. How can such a battle be won!

  Continuing to fight is also a dead end.

   They don't have any chance to turn defeat into victory.

   No high-altitude fire support, no tank centralization, no titan knights, and no backup troops.

  The commander of the Star Militia Army looked up at the sky, even the air superiority had been taken away by the enemy, so there was no chance of winning.

   Pessimistic emotions spread to all the defenders, causing despair to appear on their faces.

  Many people clenched their weapons tightly, trying to calm down their frightened bodies as much as possible.

  Several veterans made the gesture of the eagle salute, saying their last prayers.

  Watching the attack of demons and traitors sweeping again, silently praying that my soul can return to the throne and be with those dead comrades.

  Suddenly, the eerie whisper disappeared.

  Everyone feels that there is an unknown force emerging in the body, driving away their pain, exhaustion and despair, and making their bodies strong again.

   The ecstasy on the faces of the crazy Chaos warriors, demons, and cultists also disappeared, and their faces were all filled with terrible fear.

Guilliman walked out of the sanctuary, like an angry demigod of war who walked from the domain of God to reality, the Emperor's Sword was burning violently, wherever the light went, the shadows of the subspace were routed and fled one after another .

   "I have returned." Guilliman uttered a battle cry, and started to run. Celestine and the others followed closely behind, rushing towards the army of demons and traitors together with him.

  They were like sharp spears, piercing directly into the enemy's formation. As soon as they touched, they set off a terrible killing, and their fragmented limbs flew everywhere.

"Counterattack, all listen to orders, and charge." Seeing the saints, the generalissimo, and the chapter master all guarding a demigod that only appeared in mythology, the battlefield commander realized that Belisarius, the great sage of the Mechanic Cult. Kaul's plan succeeded, and one of the Emperor's sons was resurrected.

  Victory is beckoning to them, mankind will prosper forever, and the glory of the empire will be immortal.

  He roared and roared, ordering the whole army to charge.

   "For humanity, for the Emperor."

   "For humanity, for the Emperor."

  The soldiers who heard the order climbed out of the trenches, shouted their oaths, and rushed towards the timid Chaos army.

"For mankind, for the emperor." An ordinary soldier shouted with all his strength, and poisonous gunpowder smoke poured into his mouth and nose, making him cough violently, but without the slightest hesitation, he rushed towards the The most recent cultist will stab the opponent's body with a bayonet made using single-molecule technology.

   "Pay the price, traitor." Another soldier crawled out of the trench, holding a laser gun and shooting at the enemies he saw, venting his anger.

  The situation in Macragge was reversed in an instant. The forces of chaos continued to lose the territory they occupied, and were defeated by the counterattacking humans.

Roar!

   With a roar, realizing the failure of the Chaos army, the cultists used the lives of the believers to summon a big demon with flames.

  The big demon has a huge body, a strong body, and is covered with metal-like bone spurs. It looks extremely terrifying, and its breath alone makes many people tremble with fear.

  The believers were immediately drained of their vitality, and then spontaneously burned to ashes.

   "The Primarch??" The big demon entered the real space from the subspace with the help of sacrifice, and immediately smelled Guilliman's breath.

  The flame-burning pupils immediately locked onto the Primarch fighting on the battlefield.

  The skull of the Primarch will be the best gift to the Blood God. It showed a ferocious smile, and once again let out a roar that shook the whole world, and rushed over.

  (end of this chapter)