Warhammer: Lord of the Endless Monsters

Chapter 549 The Vigilant Star Meat Grinder, Fight to the Death

"For the Emperor! For Holy Terra!"

With the fall of Karn, the warriors of the human empire surged with unprecedented morale. Everyone firmly believed that they would achieve final victory in this war under the leadership of the Emperor's incarnation, the Emperor's Angel of Death. They had defeated the vile greenskin orcs and were now about to defeat these Chaos traitors.

The Ultramarines' blue armor gleamed in the golden light, the Battle Sisters' flamethrowers roared as they purified the filth of Chaos, and even the mortal soldiers raised their laser guns and roared as they charged toward the routing army of Chaos.

The lines of chaos began to crumble, and the Chaos Space Marines, having lost the Chosen of the Blood God, fell into chaos. Their flesh mutated, twisting and disintegrating in the afterglow of the Emperor's incarnation.

The berserkers of Khorne still roared, but their battleaxes could no longer cleave through the Imperial warriors' lines—the sacred flames still burned on the battlefield, and anything that touched them would be reduced to ashes with screams of agony.

"Retreat! Retreat!" roared a Chaos Lord, his armor charred black by the Emperor's holy flames.

But it was too late. Calga raised his power gauntlets high, and the energy of the Super Beast Ray condensed on his fist.

"All troops, advance! Leave no survivors! Eliminate these traitors!"

Blue beams of destruction swept across the battlefield, vaporizing swarms of Chaos Warriors. With the addition of ray abilities, Calgar's combat power surged.

The Ultramarines' heavy tanks crushed the wreckage, the bomb guns' firepower filled the sky, and the Battle Nun's purifying flames burned every inch of the contaminated land.

The army of Chaos retreated in disarray, their battle cries turning into agonizing howls. Demons screamed and vanished in the holy flames, and the flesh and blood of traitors withered in the Emperor's wrath.

The emperor's incarnation radiates golden light from head to toe, a light that not only burns the demons' flesh but also destroys their souls.

It can even heal nearby allies, instantly healing their injuries and radiating golden light, making them even stronger.

Even a few mortal soldiers, working together with a battle nun, managed to cut down a Chaos Space Marine.

Although the opponent was only a Primal Space Marine, the fact that he was defeated in this way was still unbelievable to the Chaos forces.

“No! This is impossible! Blood God… Blood God will not abandon us!” A Khorne champion knelt on the ground, his battle axe broken, and the crimson corrupted runes completely extinguished.

The next second, a hot melt cannon blasted his skull, and his brains exploded.

The Chaos Space Marines began to retreat in disarray. On the Soul of Vengeance, the Barbar, disguised as Abaddon, pretended to roar and ordered all the Chaos Marines to attack, determined to fight humanity to the death.

“Now is not the time for Azure War General. We have no way to deal with that Emperor Avatar. That Emperor Avatar is different from the ones we have encountered before,” a Chaos Demon Prince said.

In the years of war, the Emperor's incarnation has frequently appeared on various battlefields, appearing alongside the Emperor's undead army.

Whenever the Emperor's Avatar appears, it brings unimaginable wealth to the Imperial Warriors. However, the golden psionic power emanating from the Emperor's Avatar can at most destroy ordinary demons. But this time, the power displayed by this Emperor's Avatar is completely different.

Even high-level demons, Chaos Space Marines, Chaos Champions, and Chaos Lords were instantly annihilated upon contact with this person's psionic power.

Even Kahn, the chosen one of the Blood God, perished under the blade of this emperor incarnate.

This was an incredible thing; the power displayed by this imperial incarnation far exceeded their imagination.

The opponent can kill the Demon Prince, and even a being of the Great Demon level, something that can usually only be accomplished by someone wielding a divine artifact or by the Emperor himself.

Bent's imperial incarnation is clearly not normal; it's best not to attack rashly before figuring out the enemy's true strength.

"You mean you want me, the great Chaos Warmaster Abaddon, to retreat?"

"I brought you Chaos Space Marines here to take the head of the False Emperor and thwart his plans, and now you're telling me to retreat!" The Barbar alien, playing Abaddon, roared angrily.

“Great Warlord, this is only a temporary strategic retreat. It is not the right time for us to fight the enemy head-on. There are not many mortal defenders and Space Marines on this planet, while your Black Legion has hundreds of thousands of men. As long as we drag this out, victory in this battle will surely be ours,” a Chaos Lord said as he approached Abaddon.

What's wrong with the War Master today? He's not usually like this, is he? Besides, the War Master has retreated before, in fact, he retreats frequently.

From the very beginning of the Black Crusade, our great Warmaster Abaddon has been constantly retreating, ostensibly to preserve his strength, and has never directly confronted the Empire.

"No! Things are different now. Now all of you in the Black Legion are my genetic offspring and have nothing to do with Horus anymore."

"He has abandoned us. Now I want you to follow me to destroy these despicable Ultramarines and take over this planet!" Abaddon roared furiously.

So, are these two things really related? We didn't say they weren't your offspring!

"Can't you see? Calgar is stalling for time. They're just at their last gasp. He's waiting for the Empire's reinforcements, waiting for Guilliman's expeditionary force to arrive. When Guilliman's expeditionary force arrives, we will face hundreds of thousands of Imperial Space Marines, and we, the primitive Chaos Space Marines, have no way to fight against this new type of Space Marine," Abaddon said, sitting on his throne.

Upon hearing this, some of the champions and lords in the Black Legion fell silent.

That's right. Although they managed to steal a lot of Superman modified organs in Marble last time, the number of new versions of Chaos Space Marines actually created was pitifully small.

The Black Legion only received 1 men; the other Chaos Space Marine factions and legions received the rest.

They only made a little money, and more than 80% of the Chaos Space Marines are still in their original Space Marine form.

The difference between the two is obvious; the new type of Primal Super Space Marine can easily cut down six or seven Primal Chaos Space Marines or even more.

If they wait for Robert Guilliman, the leader of the Ultramarines, to arrive, they have absolutely no chance of winning. Even with equal numbers, they cannot defeat him. The superhuman serums developed by the Empire and ordinary people could even kill them in a single burst.

“Great Dark Warmaster, great Father of Genetics, let me lead the charge!” A Black Legion Space Marine champion knelt before Abaddon and spoke.

"I know this war will be very tough and very difficult, but we must take the Vigilant Star and not give Guilliman any chance."

"All Chaos Wizards, go open warp rifts and unleash a massive number of Chaos Demons!" Abaddon commanded.

The master's intention in this war was for both sides to fight to a standstill; his Dark Legion could not be defeated so quickly and had to be dragged out until Guilliman arrived.

Then they would lure out their master's target, and during this time, the black legion he led would need to gain a certain advantage.

"Charge! Warriors of the Black Legion, the great Father of Genetics, Abaddon, is watching us."

"Fight! Fight!" Large numbers of Space Marines, aboard their drop pods, once again slammed into the ground.

In addition, a large number of psionic chaos wizards used psionic teleportation to reach the surface of the planet and quickly performed sacrificial rituals, opening one warp rift after another to summon countless demons.

The battlefield descended into chaos once again.

Demonic roars and battle cries echoed across the heavens, and countless twisted forms poured forth from the warp rifts—the bloodthirsty Khorne Bloodletters, the treacherous Tzeentch Fireflies, the decaying Nurgle Spirits, and the Slaanesh Succubi.

They surged toward the Imperial defenses like a tidal wave, and the Chaos Wizards' sorcery unleashed psionic storms across the battlefield, corrupting the very fabric of reality with its corrupting energy.

However, the golden radiance of the Emperor's incarnation was like an insurmountable barrier. He raised a greatsword burning with holy flames, and wherever the sword's edge pointed, demons screamed and turned to ashes.

The very existence of the Emperor's incarnation is a purifying force; any chaotic creation that approaches him will disintegrate and vanish.

"Hold the line! For the Emperor!" Calgary's voice echoed throughout the army via the communications channel.

The Ultramarines' formation remained unmoved, the barrage of bullets weaving a curtain of death that tore the charging demons to shreds.

The battle nuns' flamethrowers spewed holy flames, burning away all that was profaned.

The mortal soldiers were no longer afraid. Under the radiance of the Emperor's avatar, the beams of their laser guns were faintly golden, and each strike could pierce through the armor of the Chaos Space Marines.

A political commissar raised his chainsaw sword and led his soldiers in a counter-charge, actually forcing a squad of Khorne Berserkers to retreat.

The battle was extremely fierce. The Chaos army gradually stabilized the situation with a continuous stream of warp demons, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

The entire planet of Vigilance had become a giant meat grinder, and at some point, the Emperor's avatar had already left the battlefield.

This battle belongs to the Ultramarines, the Imperial mortals, and the Chaos army.

Deep within the realm of chaos, the throne of the Blood God trembled, and his furious roar tore apart the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Kahn...failed?!"

Khorne's wrath turned into a torrential downpour of blood, and his demons cowered in a corner, unable to meet their master's wrath.

At this moment, Khorne was enraged beyond measure. Damn humans! Damn Emperor!

(End of this chapter)