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Chapter 204-11, The Melee on the Vigilance Star

On the wilderness plains of the Alert Star, the Demon Legion of the World Reavers fought hand-to-hand with the Orc Army, blades cut flesh and bones, mud and sand drank blood. It was an extremely bloody and protracted war, both for the Orcs and the demons.

Profane runes were suspended in the air. The unclean energy surging from the highest heavens tore through the clouds. The entire wilderness was shrouded in the bizarre primordial power.

Dark clouds rolled across the sky, as if being forcibly pulled into a huge typhoon. The orcs' war roars shook heaven and earth, and their howling sounds gathered into a terrifying storm that swirled around the battlefield.

Thunder split the sky, and under the sky ignited by the flames of war, the two powerful legions reflected many strange outlines.

The sky was wailing, the yellow sand storm was stirring up the world filled with blasphemous blood, and the atmosphere of the Vigilant Planet was being torn into jagged shapes by the roaring sound.

Unclean energy roared through the air, and everything was submerged in the torrent of primordial power.

The horrific aftermath of the war swept across the entire planet, and even the humans who retreated to their sturdy fortresses were inevitably drawn into it.

The magic circle activated by the demon army attracted the roar of the warp storm.

Endless etheric energy washes over the entire world.

In the powerful warp storm, the psychic technology shields on which the Imperial fortress relied for survival completely failed in a mere moment.

The demons, who only followed their primitive desire for killing, hit the imperial fortress that had lost the protection of its psychic shield like waves of the tide.

This move completely dragged the war in this world into a more chaotic situation.

Faced with the invasion of small groups of demons.

The captain brothers of the Crimson Fists and the Iron Hands have built together a most stringent isolation zone to prevent the invasion of demons.

These loyal imperial warriors witnessed an extremely horrifying scene in the abandoned Litmus Harbor.

Mutants with swollen bodies, flesh fused with steel and bones, and pig legs, wandered foolishly in the corridors and nodes. Parasites flew in through the windows and attacked the joints of the soldiers' armor with their forelimbs and spikes.

The flesh giants moved forward clumsily, the methane gushing out of their mouths igniting in the air, forming a sea of ​​fire covering the sky.

When the warriors approached these monsters, they wielded their powerful claws or their homemade dirty weapons. These deadly monsters killed many imperial warriors in just a moment.

They ambushed in the darkness, and warriors fell one after another.

But these warriors also have excellent combat experience. They are good at making the most of the advantages of the firearms in their hands. Even if they are only a few meters away from the monsters, the grenade launchers in the soldiers' hands can still accurately kill the monsters.

The Hellblaster Squad is looking for an opportunity to burn those large mutants to ashes.

Amid the roar of the Empire's loyal warriors, with their discipline and self-sacrifice, they surrounded the mutants that invaded human areas and gradually hunted down their leaders.

The Crimson Fists urgently dispatched the "Flame Lander Armor" and the Hellhounds recruited from the Vigilant Star Defense Corps. These large war machines spewed out terrifying flames, illuminating the huge nest city with red flames.

But not all fronts were so lucky.

Even though the loyal soldiers fought tenaciously, many defense nodes were still breached.

The spawn of Nurgle took the opportunity to pour into the hive.

The filthy Plague Apostles are tenacious and cunning demons. Under their command, the demons that invaded the hive city divided into countless tributaries and drilled into the stinking ditches under the hive city.

The dirty and smelly sewers are more suitable for the children of Nurgle to hide, and they are also where there is water.

It can be predicted that it will only take a short time for the epidemic to spread, and hundreds of thousands of healthy citizens of the empire will die in hideous and torturous ways.

Faced with such a serious situation.

Imperial officials are still holding emergency meetings.

The Genestealers who also lived in the lower nest of the hive simply couldn't stand it.

Large numbers of Genestealers led the Cult of the Pauper Princes in a ruthless purge of the Children of Nurgle in the Lower Nest.

In this encirclement and suppression, the Dark Eldar hiding in the shadows were also affected and could no longer conceal their whereabouts.

As the officials finalized the plan for the hive isolation zone as quickly as possible, they walked out of the meeting room.

They were shocked to find that the war between the Nurgle demons, gene stealers and the Dark Eldar in the lower hive had intensified and was about to affect their inner city.

The entire Alert Planet was shrouded in a huge absurd atmosphere.

Humans and Demons, Demons and Genestealers, Genestealers and Dark Eldar, Dark Eldar and Orcs, Orcs and Demons
The roar of war resounds in every corner, and every war stage has different characters.

The inner city of the hive city had not yet been breached. The sturdy bunkers were heavily guarded, and crossfire poured down. Bullets swept in all directions, leaving countless blazing tracks and leaving a burnt smell in the air of the alert planet.

An automatic mortar that fired upright, the angry sound of the machine spirit resounding inside it, spewing out strings of huge ammunition, blowing the surrounding enemies of the Empire into pieces.

"King on the throne, destroy our enemies!"

A priest of the Void Order of the Ecclesiarchy, who was sent by Terra, roared on the city wall in the name of the Supreme Being.

But his words did not work immediately.

The soldiers looked at the chaos below the city wall in a daze. The enemies of the empire were fighting in a stalemate, making the loyal soldiers feel like they had no idea where to start.

"Who should we eliminate first, my lord?" the commissar asked loudly to the priest.

"Destroy our enemies, can't you see? This is a feast that cannot be missed!" The priest stood on the city wall and roared madly. He raised high the scepter tied with spiked chains. In such a situation, the life magnetic field in his body was overloaded and pushed him closer to the will of the Lord of Destruction.

He wields a giant flamethrower that's more than half his height with one hand.

A thick column of fire roared out from the flamethrower's pipe, like a red-flaming dragon, biting all the enemies under the city wall.

Whether it was the demons, genestealers, dark elves affected by the tar of the flames, or cultists, they were all reduced to ashes in an instant.

"In any name, soldier, any enemy can be destroyed!" The priest laughed and chanted the Emperor's scriptures with full passion.

His preaching tone seemed somewhat unique in the communication channel.

The battle brother who was holding the plasma laser cannon immediately responded to the priest's fighting enthusiasm and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A strong light flashed, and a scorch mark nearly half a meter thick connected the launch port of the plasma laser cannon he was carrying and the base of the automatic mortar.

The scorching flames gushed out and spread, sweeping over the inner city's walls.

In this charred trail, dozens of demons and aliens left behind equally charred corpses.

"Charge!" the priest yelled.

The violent rain of bullets devoured all the enemies in front.

The battlefield where demons and gene stealers were gnawing at each other was instantly dug out into a large area.

But this result still cannot meet the pastor's expectations.

As he advanced, he picked up his walkie-talkie and called for air support.

Just a few minutes later, a squadron of storm bombing gunboats roared down, dropping incendiary bombs on the ground, and then quickly pulled up and rushed into the sky again, leaving a white jet trail. The flames rising from the abacterium incendiary bombs not only ignited the battlefield as if it were daytime, but also set off a huge shock wave.

Countless pieces of rubble and corpses were flying everywhere on the battlefield.

Under the sweep of this shock wave, the imperial soldiers who had been prepared hid behind the bunkers.

With the support of air firepower, all the enemies in front were burned by the flames.

The priest led the warriors from the inner city and rushed forward, breaking through the barrier of fire.

Faced with these warriors emerging from the flames, the enemies whose formations were broken up fled in all directions.

The priest put the flamethrower on his back and took out the bolt pistol from his waist. He pointed the black muzzle at the enemies who had their backs to him.
"With the throne above, there is no way back for you, even in Hades and Hell!"

Amid the roar of the grenade launcher, every time a bomb explodes, a heretic or alien will fall.

Seeing this, the imperial soldiers also raised their guns and fired.

They felt the impact and vibration of the weapons in their hands.

High-speed kinetic energy bullets have excellent blasting and penetrating power.

The huge Nurgle demons, after being hit by them, collapsed like swollen bubbles, shattered like ripe fruits, and exploded with broken rotten flesh and blood all over the ground.

Green blood mist burst out from the shattered body of the Genestealer.

"Charge, soldiers! Quick! Go and get the glory that belongs to us! Present victory to the Emperor and the Warmaster!" The combat priest of the Void Order raised the sacred scripture high and roared loudly.

On the other side, on Terra, the home planet of mankind, Dukel is also preparing for the war on the Vigilant Planet.

Although he had learned from the virtual communication that the Alert Star had been dragged into a fierce war.

But Duke remained calm.

He knew very well that no matter how chaotic the current war situation on Vigilance Star was, it was only an insignificant prelude and the real war had not yet begun.

Doom's intelligence played a crucial role in this decision.

When Dukel learned that Horus, and other Primarchs, were likely to appear on Vigilant Planet, the course of the war had been completely changed.

The art of war is the art of bullying the weak.

The only answer to winning is to crush the weaker enemy with a stronger army and better preparation.

Dukel has already passed the news to his brothers - whether it is himself, Guilliman, Lion, Sanguinius, or even Clarks, who has been in the Warp for a long time, they are all rushing to the Vigilant Planet.

Faced with the possible appearance of Horus, every Primarch wanted to meet this wolf-shepherd god.

Compared to the fight between the Primarchs, the war on Vigilante itself was less important.

Although the current battlefield on the ground seems to be in dire straits, it is still under Duker's control.

Orcs are Dugo's currency.

As the second largest capitalist in the empire after the Emperor, Dukel could easily reach the limit of the ground battlefield on Alert Star by just taking out a few coins.

Even for the victorious Abaddon who was about to arrive at the Alert Planet, Duker made arrangements for him.

After receiving the orders from the Primarchs - Blood Angels Supreme Commander Dante, Dark Angels Supreme Commander Azrius, Ultramarines Supreme Commander Calgar, and Doom Supreme Commander Doom are all about to head to Vigilance.

Due to the need to take into account the wars in other star regions of the galaxy, each commander-in-chief only brought with him a glory company of about a thousand people, as well as a fleet and auxiliary forces sufficient to support an apocalyptic-level war.

As might be expected, when Abaddon arrived, the Dark Warmaster saw the Vigilant Star in tatters and tatters.

But all he needed was a kick from Vigilant Star.

From this tattered world, four captains of founding legions will emerge.

I don't know how Abaddon would respond to such a scenario.

In Terra's outer orbit, Doom was ready to go.

The reason why it took so long to prepare was that Duker prepared a whole new set of equipment for him.

Faced with this large number of new weapons, Doom, as the eldest son of the Lord of Destruction, was no longer surprised.

Whether it is the scientific research team of the Second Legion or the research laboratory of the Mechanicus, when they produce new weapons, the Doom Slayer is always asked to serve as the first experimenter.

At this moment, he was standing on the battleship's landing pad, talking to a mechanical priest.

"Sage, you must tell me clearly in advance what risks you may encounter when using these equipment." He said seriously to the mechanical sage in front of him.
"Last time, the great sage of Laer Biology sent me a stink bomb, but he didn't tell me in advance that it would explode directly under high temperature. One of my brothers was blown away more than 20 meters, and for the next six months, my poor brother was stinking all over! There have been many similar mistakes, and this time he must be told clearly in advance!"

"My Lord, I did not intend to conceal it. Great Sage Lar himself was not aware of such a risk."

The Mechanical Sage smiled complacently. They were radical sages. If they could clearly understand the risks of using weapons, could they still be called radicals?
In the past, if an accident occurred with the weapons they made, at the very least, multiple mortal soldiers would be injured, and at worst, even Space Marines could die.

Faced with such a situation, even the most hard-hearted radical sages could not help but feel a little guilty.

But for the Doom Slayer, there is no need to worry about these things at all.

They inherited the powerful physique of the Lord of Destruction, and no matter what kind of accident it was, the worst consequence would be just a minor scratch.

This is why radical priests, without exception, love Doom so much.

He is simply the perfect Xiaobai. A perfect warrior who can handle any weapon!
He handed a storage device to Doom. "Sir, the risks of using these weapons have been stored in advance in this device. In addition to the risks that have been recorded, it is inevitable that some insignificant accidents may occur during use due to different combat environments."

"But I can assure you that these weapons are absolutely useful! They contain not only the wisdom of the great sages, but also your father's ingenious ideas!"

The sage waved his mechanical arms and his words were filled with encouragement.

In order to allow Doom to test these weapons, there was even a hint of flattery in the smile on his face.

There is no shame in this little flattery in order to spread the truth of Ohm Messiah.

Doom: "."

"Okay, I'll trust you again." Doom nodded and took the storage device, and continued.
"But I will only conduct a small-scale test, Sage. I think you also understand that if you want to truly equip the troops, they must be valuable enough."

Doom reminded the Mechanical Sage.

The new war machines were like new toys to the Doom Slayers, and they did not resist much.

However, in order to prevent this group of radical technical priests from doing evil, Doom still has to give them enough warnings.

"You will not be disappointed, sir."

The Mechanical Sage said, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

(End of this chapter)