Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 208-15: Joint Operation between the First and Second Legions
The battle in Vigilant space has been going on for a long time.

Chaos once crushed the Imperial Navy and was striding towards an easy victory.

But as the commanders of the four original legions brought their combined huge fleets, the fruits of victory became increasingly distant from the Chaos Fleet.

The balance of victory quickly tilted towards the Empire.

Calgar, the king of the Ultramarines, and Dante, the king of the Blood Angels, jointly command this battle in space.

They have their own ideas, whether it is for victory, glory, or to win the favor of the Primarch.

The two heroes, who are experienced, calm and reliable, adopted the same error-free style of play.

They advanced steadily and calmly, commanding their fleet to erode the Chaos fleet. The result of such a foolproof offensive was that the commander of the Chaos fleet felt almost suffocated by despair.

The Empire's fleet was too stable, leaving Chaos no hope of a counterattack.

They took their time, but their victory had already been determined.

No matter what kind of counterattack the Chaos fleet launched, it seemed to be futile, and there was no hope of turning the tide of the war.

The commander of the Chaos fleet, when fighting against Dante and Calgar's fleet, felt the same powerlessness as a child facing an adult.

Faced with the Imperial fleet's step-by-step advance, any sophisticated tactics would seem like a pitiful joke.

The Empire's offensive was impenetrable.

The Chaos fleet had not forgotten their infighting at this time and there was no coordination at all.

It's like a group of rabble fighting each other, facing a well-equipped and perfectly coordinated army.

The scene was extremely cruel for a moment.

The Empire's fleet formed a sharp line, with indestructible ramming horns and energy shields, tearing a huge gap in the Chaos Fleet's defense line.

Just as the Chaos fleet hastily retreated, trying to get away from these brutal enemies that were good at ramming, the Imperial fleet unleashed endless firepower, and the saturated firepower strikes condensed into a sickle of death in the cold and deep space.

Every Chaos ship at the coordinates ahead suffered severe and overflowing damage.

The return of the Primarchs has brought about comprehensive improvements.

They freed the Mechanicus from the technological shackles, and after the radicals came to power, the wrath of Om Messiah was able to be vented in the material realm.

The shining spears of light, the overloaded macro cannons, the symphony of roaring cannons in the flash of death, every volley of artillery and spears of light is to uphold the heroic name of the God of All Things.

The descendants of the Primarch, who had obtained a large number of weapons and equipment, were like nouveau riche who had never fought a wealthy war. They suffered from a serious fear of insufficient firepower and regarded the firepower theory of the Mechanicus as the truth.

If one macro cannon shot can't tear the enemy's ships into pieces, then use ten thousand shells to blow the enemy into pieces.

Even the battleships belonging to the Iron Warriors were torn apart by the Empire's firepower.

The proud Void Shield was bombarded by dense barrages of bullets every minute and every second, and was overloaded with frequent flashes.

The entire energy shield seemed to be ignited by the light spear. When the shield broke with a wail under the heavy load, the battleship endured thousands of bombardments in just a few seconds.

The sound of explosions on the ship's hull continued to ring out, silent cracks in the cold space, and quietly blooming fireworks of death.

The battleship's keel broke, and a few seconds later, the ammunition depot exploded.

More than a hundred Iron Warriors and countless mortal slave soldiers were killed or injured in the violent explosion.

Immediately afterwards, the engine's protective force field was blasted through, and the neutron energy engine exploded instantly. The huge fire storm tore the seven-kilometer battleship into countless pieces.

When all the flames were extinguished, only countless corpses and debris were left, floating silently in the vast space.

What’s even more terrifying is that the Imperial Fleet did not make any rash moves because of its victory in the war.

They methodically encircled and eliminated the remaining Chaos fleet, not giving the enemy any chance to resist.

Abaddon stood on the bridge of the Spirit of Vengeance, watching the battlefield situation becoming increasingly worse for Chaos. His anger also grew rapidly. Even when facing a powerful fleet led by four legion commanders, he was still unwilling to retreat.

After much deliberation, he decided to release those forbidden creations that he treasured.

This type of demonic machinery is the forbidden object that was once destroyed by Clarks and Dukel in the dark world.

This is a terrifying killing weapon that can make even the Primarchs who have awakened the essence of the Warp feel threatened.

These terrifying weapons that have been treasured for a long time do not have too many in reserve in the Black Expeditionary Corps' warehouse.

Throwing them all into the war now would make even Abaddon feel the pain.

But as he expected, as these forbidden items that had never appeared on the battlefield were put into use, they immediately produced immediate results.

The Chaos side's decline on the battlefield was curbed, and the battle situation became unpredictable again.

Seeing this situation, Abaddon felt a complicated feeling in his heart.

At this moment, he had to thank the demon primarch whom he once despised - Lorca.

It was Lorgar's arrival that won the Black Legion the assistance of Perturabo and Vashtor, allowing them to create such a horrific forbidden object.

Lorgar's help to him did not stop there. The joining of the Death Guard and the Purifier was also facilitated by this demon primarch.

But even so, Abaddon never let down his guard against Lorca.

The Chaos Warmaster knows that the Great Speaker cannot be trusted.

Lorca was chased and blocked by Clarks in the Warp Temple for more than ten thousand years.

But as Dukel broke through the encirclement of the gods for the first time, the Great Bearer of Words risked being seriously injured by the Raven Lord again, forcibly left the temple and joined the Black Legion.

Abaddon absolutely did not believe that this was such a bizarre move. It was as simple as the Great Speaker just walking out of the temple to relax.

He could clearly sense that the Great Speaker was secretly plotting a deep conspiracy.

The invisible hand that controls many primarchs is quietly making moves on the chessboard of the galaxy.

Abaddon had already noticed all of this, and the reason he could tolerate Lorgar's secret actions was because he knew very well that the Great Speaker's malice towards the Empire was no less than his.

To a certain extent, their purposes overlap.

Besides, the benefits that Luo Jia brought to him were real.

Abaddon did not mind Lorgar's unauthorized actions as long as they helped him conquer the empire.

"I am the embodiment of galactic conquest." Abaddon opened his arms, revealing his infinite ambition. "No matter what kind of enemy I face, I will seize the final victory!"

Just as Abaddon was revealing his own ambitions without any scruples.

"boom!--"

A violent explosion suddenly sounded from the flank of the Spirit of Vengeance.

Ten thousand years had made Abaddon one with the battleship. Without the need for the herald's report, he quickly noticed the source of the explosion.

——Doom, the Lord of Doom, and Azrael, the Lord of the Dark Angels, actually launched a boarding operation directly against the Spirit of Vengeance.

Now two powerful warriors have entered the Soul of Vengeance with their personal guards.

"How arrogant!" Abaddon showed a bloodthirsty smile. On the Glorious Queen-class battleship, the Spirit of Vengeance, he could not only exert a more powerful force, but also had hundreds of millions of demon armies, which could be said to be a home advantage.

The Warmaster turned his head and looked near the iron fence of the bridge, where there were traces of the dried blood of gods and archangels.

In the past, even the Emperor of Mankind and Sanguinius shed blood on this battleship, let alone Doom and Azrael.

"I will wait for you here." Abaddon drew out the magic sword behind him and stroked the blade gently. "Then I will drink your blood!"
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Doom and Dark Angels Grand Master Azrael enter the Spirit of Vengeance.

They soon approached the first defensive wall, and their detectors sensed multiple increases in energy and subsequently captured dense heat sources.

Doom adjusted the parameters of the detector and finally confirmed that a large number of heretics gathered in the open space behind the defensive wall.

Considering that this was the first time they were fighting together with the Dark Angels, Doom turned his attention to Azrael.

Doom didn't know much about the First Legion, a legion that was always full of little secrets in Duke's mouth - would it do some pre-war rituals or something like that? The Doom Soldier didn't have such a custom, but they respected the battle brothers who had such a custom.

By the way, there is basically no ritual for the Doom Slayer. For them, the confrontation with the devil itself has a more sacred meaning, marking their oath and dedication to Dukel.

"Fight for the Lord of Destruction," Doom said into the communicator. "Under his watch, our charge will not stop."

When his voice reached the Dark Angel, Doom received an answer that surprised him a little.

The Dark Angels, a seemingly old-fashioned legion full of red tape, actually do not have those cumbersome rituals.

The Dark Angels just remained silent and charged together with the Slayer. They turned the last corner and headed straight for the closed door.

Under the impact of hundreds of tall warriors, the alloy door was easily broken through.

"For Leon!" It was only at this moment that the dark angels growled symbolically.

The First Legion was more silent and efficient than he had imagined. Doom buried this impression deep in his heart. Their pace gradually quickened until the only sound in the entire passage was the sound of steel boots trampling the floor.

To the enemy, the sound of the Primaris Space Marines charging forward brought with it an unparalleled sense of oppression, and the demons and cultists were terrified.

The Doom Slayers' helmet eyepieces were lit up, the safety of their double-barreled shotguns was released, and they connected to the Argent energy backpacks behind them, fully preparing for battle.

They ran wildly in the long and narrow corridor, and their huge bodies easily crushed the obstacles in front of them.

There were probably hundreds of demons blocking their way, hiding behind a bunker made of locked mosaic panels, holding all kinds of blasphemous weapons in their hands. Ten automatic turrets were set up on both sides of the corridor, basically covering every corner of the corridor.

But none of this means anything.

As the Doom Slayer charged with unstoppable momentum, the Dark Angel created a sudden explosion, followed by dozens of flash bombs thrown out.

Violent sound waves mixed with strong flashes of light stirred the demon's senses.

The demons were dazed by the sudden explosion and flash, and were then hit by a torrent of steel formed by the Doom Slayers.

The demons who had lost their senses were crushed without any resistance. The teams composed of dark angels moved forward and were responsible for tearing apart those enemies who resisted stubbornly.

In just a few seconds, hundreds of enemies were reduced to pieces without any chance to react.

When the lightning-fast battle ended, Doom and Azrael looked at each other.

At this moment, Doom felt the insidiousness of the First Legion.

Azrael also experienced the bravery of the Second Legion.

They are gradually becoming familiar with each other's fighting style through the course of the war.

Then he easily broke through the Spirit of Vengeance's first line of defense and rushed into an open area.

In front of them, the maze-like tunnels stretched out and tangled with each other.

The tall bodies of the Primaris Space Marines now became an obstacle for them to move in the narrow space, and the defenders here were also prepared for their arrival.

As the soldiers passed through the narrow tunnel, the lasers and explosive bombs of the Fallen Gang rained down on them like a rainstorm.

"Protect our battle brothers!" Doom's voice immediately sounded in the communication channel.

The Doom Slayers immediately erected a force field, and their array immediately formed a ring, guarding the Dark Angels on their inside.

The tall warriors used their bodies to form a steel wall to block any impending attacks for their fighting brothers.

After being weakened by the mental force field, the bullet lost most of its power and bounced off the Doom Slayer's armor.

When the Fallen Warband finished their round of attack, they dispersed and rushed towards their enemies.

Doom could no longer endure the difficulties brought to him by the narrow terrain, and like a speeding bulldozer, he used his body to crash through the wall in front of him.

He unleashed his strength unscrupulously all around. The entire open area was shaking violently, and the alloy walls were creaking under the heavy weight.

Then, like a tiger, he rushed straight into the ranks of the Fallen Gang, which were stumbling in the violent shaking.

Doom did not use Argent energy weapons, such powerful weapons, he only used them when necessary.

But more often than not, he likes to use his chainsaw sword and his fists to engage in close combat with demons, enjoying the pleasure of killing demons.

A bloodthirsty demon stood in front of him. This Khorne demon had caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of imperial soldiers on the mortal battlefield.

But in front of Doom, his strength is meaningless.

As the Doom Slayer ran wildly, he knocked him directly into the wall, then stabbed his abdomen with the chainsaw sword, and his other giant steel fist hit his chest again and again.

The sound of breaking bones continued to ring out, and the demon's bones were shattered bit by bit. The flames attached to the chainsaw sword made this bloodthirsty demon howl in pain.

In just a few seconds, the demon's bones were broken, and his broken body was cut with more than a dozen horrific wounds by the chainsaw sword attached with red flames.

The flames of destruction gnawed at the demon's flesh in the wound. Doom noticed that the once bloodthirsty and ugly face of the Great Demon now showed an expression of mixed pain and fear. Even the crazy eyes that were unique to the demons of Khorne became much clearer.

Doom's mouth stretched into a smile behind his helmet.

It's always fun to crush the bones of great demons and teach them fear.

The Doom Slayers, their chainsaw swords humming, braved the torrential rain of bullets and the bombardment of automatic artillery, and rushed to the front of the Fallen War Gang, tearing apart their blasphemous bodies.

Unlike the Doom Slayer, the Dark Angel will choose different levels of force according to different combat situations.

The chaotic battlefield and noisy environment seemed unable to affect their concentration on the battle.

Leon's descendants prefer long-range attacks, and every bomb tries to find the head to be blown up, with almost no waste.

The combined assault of the Doom Slayer and the Dark Angel put the enemy into a very strange situation.

They faced extreme violence and silent assassination at the same time, and had no chance to resist at all.

If they retreat, the Dark Angels will throw flashbangs and smash their heads with their bolters when they least expect them, and if they choose to confront them head-on, the Doom Slayer will easily tear their bodies apart.

Whether to face the iron fist of the Second Legion or the short blade of the First Legion, in fact, they had no choice at all.

During the battle, the Dark Angel quietly extinguished all light sources, leaving only the flames of the Slayer swaying in the darkness.

The warriors who stood proudly in the world took turns dancing amid the rising and falling cries.

(End of this chapter)