This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 82: Wizard: Who do you think I am? Fight!
"Horus!"

A powerful thrust pierced through the neck, and the scorching red spread across the surface of the steel.

"The flames of rage will set you on fire!"

Then the steel evaporated and the flesh and blood disappeared.

When the Word Bearer watched his charred body being swallowed up in the melting stream, he realized that the body no longer belonged to him.

The angels were moving at high speed and rushed directly into the melt flow before it cooled down.

"Stop projecting firepower and activate electronic jamming."

As deep holes were dug out in the weak points of the fortress, the voice of an old soldier sounded on the communication channel.

This unfamiliar voice surprised the Sharks and the Black Templars.

Except for the four saints who were always active outside, most of the remaining veterans were very quiet. Except for the veterans of the Extreme Warriors who liked to get some information from civilians, the rest basically would not respond to them with words.

This made them feel a little frustrated. Even though they were wearing the same armor and stepping onto the same battlefield, the distance between them seemed to be half a galaxy apart.

This also made the Astartes monks realize that not everyone liked the way they looked in this era.

But now, the elders are willing to talk to them.

"Sisters of Battle, Inquisitorial Guards, clear the breach."

"Man-eater Shark, follow Karna's route and spread out. Fire team provides cover."

"Orlando, take 300 men and cut through from the southern route. Don't let the enemy's forces connect with each other."

"Ramesses will accompany the team and monitor the enemy's psychic response. Arthur will attack along another route."

"Groups"

Everything has been planned. When Romulus inputs his orders into each soulless warrior, these warriors will clearly distribute the orders to everyone under their leadership.

The recent large amount of combat data has enabled him to complete a command conversion model, where each soldier under control can convert the input commands into tactical terms, so that he can command subordinate troops in real time even in areas affected by signal interference.

They can simply ignore the harm caused by electronic interference.

"Yes!"

The speeches from the elders inspired the Sharks and Black Templars, giving them a sense of pride in being recognized.

As the orders from each team were passed down to every member, the iron stream instantly split into several streams and began to seep into the fortress along the cracks.

The excellent physical fitness of the Astartes all took the word "speed" to the extreme. When Arthur led dozens of people along the main road to rush into the inner layer of the fortress, the roar of steel being blasted and torn was still echoing. Some diligent and cunning people wanted to check the situation, but were only shocked.

A dozen Word Bearers patrols just rushed out from the alley ahead. Seeing dozens of fully armed tough guys rushing towards them, they could do nothing but use explosive bombs to make slight ripples on the energy shield of the Iron Cavalry.

Arthur deflected the axe of a Khorne champion, leaned over to press the sword and cut off his head, then dodged to the side. Thousands of explosive bombs mixed with red streamers of explosive weapons rushed over, and the patrol team became hedgehogs on the spot.

When the firepower advantage reaches a certain level, sudden contact will result in instant kill, and even the Hell Beast cannot withstand such a baptism.

With the help of the sight of many soldiers, Romulus knew that there were many enemies in this huge fortress, but they were scattered everywhere in order to cover the "Imperial Vision" and were unable to gather after being caught off guard.

And after entering the core area, he found that this incinerator was much easier to attack than the previous hive facilities.

The complex underground pipelines have been dismantled, so there is no need to worry about enemies popping up from under your feet. The entire area is mostly left with main roads sealed with a large amount of molten metal.

The mutual defense between the Word Bearers and the Chicken Thieves provided the attackers with a clear marching route.

"Demolish the weld two hundred meters ahead. Send out small units to surround the Genestealers."

"Yes!"

Romulus's order was passed down, and in less than ten seconds, a loud bang was heard. The steel layer that had just been blocked was broken, just in time to cut the thieves moving in it into two groups.

Now the thieves’ route back to the rescue is blocked.

The assault force immediately divided into two fire teams to delay as much as possible the enemy forces that were forced to force their way through the blockade.

The Black Knight continued to move at a steady pace, with marked high-threat targets constantly appearing on the map in front of him.

"The rest of you follow and push into the core area!"
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Just at the end of the main road, deep within the incinerator, stands a fortress, red-hot from the burning of lava.

In the past, after the garbage that fell from the upper nest was screened by countless survivors, the most deadly and useless ones would be thrown in, turning this place into a purgatory filled with high temperature and deadly poisonous gas.

And this lava fortress was floating in it. Inside this geocentric exploration machine of the dark technological age, the 'Deep Blue Wizard' Domenico was standing there in a daze.

In front of him was an angry woman.

Were we attacked?

Domenico was indeed confused. He had used his gene seeds to perform divination before the band leader left, but now the so-called prophecy was just like the fortifications torn apart by artillery fire in the monitoring system. It was of no use at all.

That would be fine. Even if it was attacked suddenly and the leader took away the most elite Terminator company, the incinerator still retained nearly 500 Word Bearers warriors. Blessed by Chaos, they are usually far superior to those false emperor's lackeys in close combat.

But how could the enemy rush so fast?

More attacks were like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Before anyone could react, they were almost stabbed in the heart.

"How many troops do they have?" Domenico asked the alien leader.

"do not know."

The beautiful woman replied in a low voice, "The shackles the Lord of the Stars placed on me have weakened. I can hear the cries of my compatriots and sense their emotions, but I cannot know what every one of them is thinking. I need your warriors!"

"Damn alien."

Domenico, who was also completely clueless about the current situation, cursed inwardly.

What does this guy think of them? Just servants to order him around?
call!
There was a sharp whistling sound that even the Space Marines could feel, and before Domenico could react at all, a sharp claw grabbed his chest and slammed him heavily against the steel wall, like a rag doll that was picked up casually.

"You are still alive only because of my kindness. I have mercifully given you a chance to live."

The scene before Domenico had changed.

What he saw before him was a terrifying beast, wearing dark purple plate armor. Its head protruded abnormally backwards, pulling its cheeks into a hideous shape. Its long, dark claws struck his chest, squeezing the ceramic steel armor that had been baptized by the warp, causing it to wail under the heavy burden.

"Now, when the Lord of the Stars arrives, I want you to take me away. I want you to take up arms and resist. I want you to fight for my survival!"

The terrifying psychic energy hit his brain, and the huge mouth that was so close to him could bite off his head at any time. Domenico then realized the gap between their strength and status.

The fact that the Word Bearers were alive, that they could maintain the rituals here, and that they could lead their troops to bargain with the Inquisitor was merely a gift from this alien.

"Understand?"

Domenico nodded with difficulty.

Anyway, he surrendered to the Chaos Gods in order to survive in the Five Hundred Worlds, so it’s no big deal for him to surrender to the aliens in order to survive now.

At this moment, two violent explosions woke them up. Domenico quickly looked at the observation window and saw a stream of iron rushing towards the fortress.

The patrol team was caught off guard and immediately disappeared into the sea. The strong radiation interference made him unable to hear even the screams of his colleagues.

"Issue the order and have your soldiers gather at the fortress!"

The Genestealer leader released the frail creature.

"Communications have been cut off. They have released strong electronic interference. I will send someone to summon them."

Domenico rubbed his chest, scraping off a layer of flesh that had crumbled from his breastplate.

The vast majority of the Word Bearers' forces were concentrated in the Lava Fortress, with only a few patrols on the periphery. As war engulfed various places, everyone was running around like headless flies.

"I asked you to give the order immediately. Is your psychic power just for show?"

Before Domenico could finish his words, he was interrupted by the patriarch.

".yes."

Since you have already surrendered, just be obedient.

To be honest, Domenico didn't really want to use his psychic powers at this time. After all, the waves of the Supreme Heaven were too turbulent now, and he was a wizard who had just joined the Chaos Realm. Those demons didn't care whether you believed in the Four Gods or the False Emperor.

But he still chanted a long spell, took out a sacrifice and sent it into the warp, and then established a connection with the chaotic warrior.

"My warriors, gather here!"

The wizard's voice rang in the ears of all surviving Word Bearers.

Almost at the same time, the iron torrents that were originally divided into three main attack directions quickly locked onto the same direction.

"."

Domenico broke out in a cold sweat.

"waste!"

The patriarch immediately knew that this guy's psychic communication had been invaded, and at the same time he extremely regretted not choosing to infect these guys.

And Domenico said nothing more.

The guards who rushed to his side had already given him a lot of sense of security.

He ignored the patriarch and focused on looking at the cavalry rushing in from the periphery.

Domenico was shocked when he saw the casting details on it.

Then he noticed the chapter emblems on the bodies of most of the cavalry.

Black Templars, and other chapters I haven't seen yet.
Tsk, I thought it was old friends calling me, turns out they just inherited some equipment.

Domenico, who quickly gained a psychological advantage, quickly commanded.

"Bring out those captured extermination weapons!"

On normal days he would have stayed away from the limelight, but now they had just seized a batch of extermination weapons, and he couldn't accept not making these reckless guys pay a price.

Today these cavalrymen will become their spoils of war!
(End of this chapter)