Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 152: Primarch vs. Natural Enemy

The noisy sound surged through the fleet's communication channels.

The voices of the commander and the legion's top brass rose and fell, and roars could be heard from time to time.

The fleet moved smoothly according to a precisely planned tactical plan.

Duran, the capital planet of the Fassi Empire, is suspended within the visible range visible to the naked eye.

At first, it was just a slightly dazzling star.

As the fleet got closer, its outline grew larger.

Hundreds of warships were heading towards the Sixth Army's fleet.

They are the last fleet force of the Franco-Greek Empire.

The raven lay lazily on a small throne covered with unknown animal skins.

The size of the throne is quite small for an Astartes.

It is only a few dozen centimeters long and wide.

A single Wolf Guard could lift it easily and hold it steady.

The other wolf guards were responsible for holding the fries and ketchup.

Raven didn't care about the war and just regarded it as entertainment to pass the time.

"Speed ​​up and send them on their way." Russ stared at the tactical projection and gave orders.

Sensing their master's murderous intent, the two giant wolves entrenched beside the Primarch - Kili and Kulichi - also let out low growls.

The void battlefield quickly became intense.

The remaining troops of the Fasci Empire showed unimaginable courage.

To them, Duran is their Terra.

Of course, it’s not that its grandeur and splendour can be compared with Terra, but its status in the minds of those people.

It was more than a dozen epochs ago that humans first set foot on this planet.

As time passed, the people here had long forgotten the existence of Terra.

They regard Duran as their home planet.

In their minds, Duran means the earth.

They would not give up Duran, just as the human empire would do everything in its power to protect Terra.

Faced with the violent offensive of the human empire, they knew they were doomed to fail and had no way to retreat.

But they will never give up and will fight to the end.

Even though they knew death was the final outcome, the people of Duran would shed blood for every inch of their sacred homeland.

Raven has mercy on the inhabitants of Duran, but he will not stop the Sixth Legion.

If you want to maintain the unity of human civilization, you have to shed blood.

The road to glory is destined to be woven with blood and fire.

The red bow of the Fashi Empire was bloated and huge, and the light from the porthole reactor illuminated the surrounding track.

The defensive orbital station on Duran's orbit also opened full firepower.

Energy beams, missiles and artillery shells were madly poured towards the Sixth Legion's fleet.

Dense beams of light illuminate the dark void, interweaving to form short-lived, blazing galaxies.

Accompanied by continuous flashes of light, horrific explosions continued. There was no sound, but the slowly expanding shock wave could be seen.

Fache's fighters shuttled back and forth across the frenzied battlefield, dancing nimbly.

The gun barrel under the fuselage spewed out eternal flames.

Laser fire came and went like a net, and sparks from explosions spread wildly.

From time to time, burning metal broke and fell, as if every inch of the void was filled with the smoke and dust of war.

The resistance of the people of Duran was very tenacious and they were not afraid of death.

However, the second-generation warships of the Human Empire far surpass the Fasci warships in terms of performance and firepower.

Courage and fearlessness cannot offset the gap created by technology.

As the battle was fierce, one ship after another was destroyed.

The shield of a French and Greek warship was pierced and it was instantly submerged by dense artillery shells.

The horrific explosion tore through the thick hull.

The crew inside were thrown out into space.

Dense beams of light and lasers penetrated the fuselage of the fighter plane.

Stab them through and let them explode into balls of burning flames.

The artillery fire from the Fasci warships also fell on the warships of the Sixth Legion, but was blocked by the thick void shield, only causing layers of wave-like ripples and shocks, but failed to penetrate.

The counterattack of the Human Empire can often turn those Fasci warships into empty fireworks.

The Fachwehr fleet quickly collapsed.

The remaining ships dragged their wounded bodies and fled towards the star fortress.

The wild wolves were in hot pursuit.

The orbital defenses surrounding Duran were at full fire.

The huge body is embedded with anti-ship weapons, which even the shields of second-generation battleships cannot resist.

But the most powerful of the Sixth Legion are not the war starships made of steel, but the demigod warriors blessed by the Emperor.

After a breach was made in the orbital defender's shield, the Wolves used space teleportation to enter the orbital defense battle and engage in close combat.

Thousands of wolves entered the orbital station.

They fought their way from one command post to another, destroying enemy weapon systems, killing all defending forces, and smashing everything they encountered along the way.

In order to protect their homes, the Duran defenders also went crazy.

They deployed a large number of war Leviathans, built trenches, and arranged mechanized troops to hold the line.

Heavy weapons are placed at every pass.

"For the Primarch, for the All-Father, for the Raven."

"Long live Leman, the King of the Russ."

The wolves roared, axes and power swords raised high.

They plunged into slaughter, destroying all resistance in the name of the Empire.

The wave of destruction spread like some kind of plague, quickly infecting the orbiting space station.

The lights dimmed in one area after another, and blood began to flow.

The raging flames spread rapidly from one node to another.

The orbital space station eventually fell.

Not many defenders survived.

They gave everything for their homeland.

In this battle, the Duran defenders performed countless tragic and heroic deeds.

Launch a suicide charge holding a melta bomb.

Even though their legs were broken and their eyes were blinded by the explosion, they still insisted on resisting.

The wild wolves couldn't help but respect them and admire their determination and sacrifice to protect their homeland.

But in the end, it cannot change the final outcome.

The orbital space station fell and the Fasi fleet was completely destroyed.

The planet Duran was besieged by the Wolf Fleet and became a fish on the chopping board, which could only be cut at will. "We must adopt a more rapid offensive, cut off the enemy's support, and kill Tyrant Duran. Only in this way can we minimize casualties."

After capturing the orbital space station, Russ convened senior military officials to discuss the ground battle.

The situation on Planet Duran is extremely brainwashed.

Once the Sixth Army launches an offensive, it will inevitably cause strong resistance.

The resistance of ordinary people is of no concern to the wild wolves.

With the second generation gene engine implanted, they can easily slaughter those guys.

But after so many battles, they also realized the determination of the Durans.

Those people just wanted to "protect their homes".

There is no point in the massacre.

The right way is to cut off the heads quickly and accurately, defeat the resistance of the locals and avoid more casualties.

After formulating a detailed combat strategy targeting the palace where the Duran ruler was located, the airborne operation began.

The battleship in orbit scans non-stop.

Lock on to important military units such as defensive artillery, military barracks, laser arrays, turrets, missile silos, airports, etc.

Then came the orbital bombardment.

The artillery fire rolled over the designated firing points again and again like a storm.

The laser weapons on board the warships emit dazzling lights that are endless. These deadly attacks cleverly pass through the falling trajectories and accurately hit the intended targets.

When the enemy completely lost its ability to counterattack, a large number of fighter planes rushed out of the mothership like a swarm of bees and rushed towards the atmosphere of the planet Duran.

On the surface, portals opened one after another accompanied by jumping lightning balls.

The wolf warriors rushed out through the portal.

Tanks, Titans, Knight Mechs, Auxiliary Troops and other units were also put into the battlefield.

The Titan descended like a world-destroying giant, its core energy supply reactor glowed with the light of a star, its propulsion engine roared like a giant shouting, and its thick gun barrel moved back and forth, impatiently locking onto one target after another.

The rotary cannon burst into light, releasing terrifying beams of light, and the power claws wrapped in thunder easily destroyed the tall city walls and towers.

Duran's mechanized forces struggled to resist the first wave of the human empire's offensive.

They launched a counterattack under a hail of bullets, trying to get closer to the Imperial positions.

When the bullet hit the barrier, colorful lights appeared.

The mobile artillery appeared from behind the camouflaged fortifications. The thick gun barrel was almost parallel to the ground and was shaking under the effect of recoil.

The heavily armed, gigantic walking mechas slowly walked out from the shadow of the city wall, aiming the launchers mounted on their shoulders at the areas where the fighting was most intense, and blasted grenades mercilessly.

Various deadly heavy weapons were dropped on the battlefield.

The death toll became a cold number.

Russ also joined the battlefield, holding the Kraken's Bite, and easily tore through both the armor and the shield.

Before the enemy could react, the giant sword swept past with the force of thunder.

Death blossomed among the enemy group, and lifeless human bodies kept flying up and falling to the ground.

Sometimes, he would use his incredible strength to tear open the thick city walls, dismember the magnificent mechas, and crush the turrets covered with heavy armor.

Under his personal leadership, the vanguard troops broke through the enemy's defenses and reached the depths of the palace.

Emperor Duran's guards put up a fierce resistance.

But Russ was too strong, and his fighting ability was so high that it made people despair.

No guard could get close to him, and no guard could escape alive from his sight.

puff! !
The sound of the sharp blade piercing flesh can be clearly heard.

The bright red blood flowed and dripped onto the ground.

"Rest in peace." Rus' tone was full of compassion, and he slowly pulled back the blade.

The wide-eyed guard slowly fell to the ground, his life gone.

Looking around at the Wolf Guards who were clearing out the remaining guards, Russ stepped over the threshold and walked into the hall.

"Follow him." Raven said lazily.

Several wolf guards carrying the throne and holding French fries and ketchup hurriedly followed Rus into the hall.

The furnishings in the hall are gorgeous and luxurious, befitting the noble status of its owner.

Everywhere you look, there are countless complicated corridors leading to various antechambers, rooms and alcoves.

Although the light was soft and pleasant, the temperature inside was inexplicably high and unbearable.

Heat rolled in through the high, arched Gothic windows, and looking out you could see a sky that was still burning red.

The dome of the hall has a mosaic pattern of a curled dragon symbolizing Duran, and directly below it is a throne that is completely black.

Sitting on it was a solitary figure, a man wrapped in a scarlet robe, frail and old, with a skin that had the translucent texture of parchment.

"It's time to settle the accounts again." Raven muttered, "Erha, you have eliminated another enemy for the Empire."

Russ turned and smiled at the raven on the mini throne, then looked at the figure.

"Surrender, you have already lost. Accept the enlightenment of the Empire and join the unified human civilization. If you continue to resist, you will only die."

"You burned down everything we spent thousands of years building and called it victory. Now you ask us to accept your enlightenment." Emperor Duran gave a tired and sarcastic smile.

"You rejected peace, which led to the disastrous consequences today." Russ said, "If you were willing to accept the envoy's conditions, none of this would have happened. On the contrary, you would have gained more and enjoyed the many benefits brought by the rise of mankind."

"But we don't need you to give us more. We just want to live our own lives." Emperor Duran said, "We have endured thousands of years of crisis and have just seen the dawn of civilization, but you want us to kneel and submit to you."

"This is for the rise of humanity," Russ said.

"In the beginning, there was a group of people who said they were doing it for humanity, but their evil deeds tore apart human civilization and caused a war that affected the entire galaxy." Emperor Duran mocked, "How many dirty things in this galaxy have been given the name of nobility."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Raven stretched out his claws lazily, "Our technology and system are superior, so our combat effectiveness is stronger, so we won. The winner has the right to dominate the loser, this is the truth of this universe."

Emperor Duran wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Raven. "I know you want to refute, but I don't want to hear it. Win is win, lose is lose, it has nothing to do with justice."

"We think this will help humanity rise, so we do this. You can disagree, but you lose."

"Now surrender your army and end this matter. There is no point in resisting. If you are willing to gamble, you must admit defeat."

Ruth gave a thumbs up silently in his heart.

As expected of Mr. Raven, his mouth cannon is invincible.

Emperor Duran looked at the Raven in surprise, and finally surrendered and was captured by the Empire.

The Franco-Greek Empire was declared destroyed, and its territories and colonies were incorporated into the empire.

Terra.

Corax had no idea how he made it out of the throne room.

He was in a trance for the next few days.

My mind is filled with the golden throne and the emperor shrouded in light.

By the time he regained his previous focus, he was already on the supply ship bound for the Transformers Universe.

Unicron's minion, Archimonde, is leading a large Transformers army to encircle and suppress the Imperial army led by the three Primarchs Lion, Sanguinius and Guilliman.

This war involves multiple fields and dimensions, and has great educational significance for Primarchs like Corax who have not yet been implanted with a genetic engine.

Therefore, he was urgently sent to the Transformers Universe.

As soon as Corax entered the Transformers universe, bad news came.

Yu Tiandi led many elite troops to raid the fortress.

The Imperial Command was lost and the three Primarchs were caught in a bitter battle.

(End of this chapter)