Warhammer 40: Starting as a Rogue Trader

Chapter 46: Battle for the Upper Nest

The attack on the upper nest has begun in full swing.

The cultists enthusiastically took the weapons handed to them and headed towards the upper nest under the cover of heavy vehicles.

Rather than weapons, what these cultists had in their hands were merely low-quality, hand-rubbed automatic rifles with even the rifling worn off.

Valentine didn't need these cultists to kill many people. He wanted them to use their lives to consume the ammunition in the hands of the defenders.

Those who were truly responsible for the attack were the PDFs of his family, the humans transformed by the dark priests, and the blasphemous demon engines they created.

At this time, Governor Rebecca was listening to the officers' reports in the tactical center.

The banshees' attack on the artillery position was also discovered by the loyalists. Rebecca realized that Gao Yi, the new wandering merchant, had begun to act. Although she didn't know how Gao Yi did it, this was exciting news for everyone in Shangchao. Reinforcements would be here soon!

But this joy did not last long, as countless messages for help were sent to the tactical center.

"Governor! The freight area! The elevators, Pilgrim's Square, even the sewage area have sent calls for help! Those rebels are attacking on a large scale!"

Rebecca immediately came to the hologram.

The blue dots belonging to their own defensive positions were extinguishing one by one. Every time a blue dot disappeared, it meant that the defenders there had been annihilated. There was no response when communications were sent to inquire about the situation. Only the roars of death and explosions could be heard. Soon the voices of the rebels disappeared completely, replaced by the crazy roars of the cultists.

The few remaining astropaths in the dynasty seemed to be suffering endless pain at this time.

The sacrificial ritual disturbed the warp. The astropaths, unable to get up from their positions due to peering into the warp, suffered unspeakable pain. They sent a final message to Rebecca.

"They're coming."

"How is it possible that it was broken through so quickly?"

At this time, in a large defensive position on Pilgrim Avenue, the soldiers looked nervously at the wide white marble road in front of them.

Originally, this avenue was provided for devout believers of the Emperor to make pilgrimages and pray to the statue of the Emperor in the center of the square. However, the once holy avenue is now in ruins. Part of the defenders retreated from the avenue to their positions, and brought back information about the enemy.

The front-line positions have almost lost contact. Even though the officers continue to boost morale, fear still spreads among the soldiers.

Because this place is close to the statue of the God-Emperor, all the existing priests of the state religion are also staying on the position. They are determined to protect the safety of the statue of the God-Emperor and prevent it from being desecrated by those Chaos believers.

The soldier couldn't help but ask the pastor beside him.

"Pastor, can we win?!"

The pastor was particularly determined.

"Look at the holy image of the Emperor behind us. The Emperor is watching us from behind. We will surely win."

Just as the priest finished speaking, countless cultists at the end of the avenue rushed towards the position. Chaos had completely devoured their sanity, and there were also many severely mutated deformed beings among them.

"For the God-Emperor! Kill them!!"

All the soldiers on the position opened fire.

The unique beeping sound of the laser rifle was heard continuously.

Fixed artillery positions also continued to fire heavy bombs at the areas where the crowds were most densely populated.

The cultists' blind charge allowed these PDFs to easily hit their opponents without aiming.

Groups of cultists fell under the barrage of bullets. The priest even picked up a grenade launcher used as heavy firepower, stood up and pulled the trigger frantically.

The resulting recoil lifted up his priest robe, revealing his ridiculously muscular body underneath, which stunned PDF standing beside him.

Normally they would need a stand to use this kind of weapon, otherwise the powerful recoil would be enough to make an experienced veteran take a long time to recover. However, this pastor just picked it up and fired continuously.

He finally understood why, in the early stages of the riots, these members of the state religion had taken on wave after wave of attacks for the dynasty.

"With every ounce of my strength, with every inch of my will, with every ounce of my soul, I swear that my soul and my faith belong to the Immortal God-Emperor. Face his wrath, scum!!"

Under the terrifying firepower, the cultists fell like wheat.

Just when everyone thought that the crisis was over, a bomb came from nowhere and hit the priest accurately.

The power of the bomb directly tore the priest's body into pieces.

The real attack of the traitors has arrived.

Those former comrades stepped on the corpses of those who served as cannon fodder and began to attack the position.

The rebels no longer only had humans in their ranks. The mechanical servants that had undergone blasphemous modifications were rushing towards the positions at an extremely fast speed. They could not feel any pain, and their modified bodies allowed them to withstand more damage.

A total of ten demon engines were also advancing towards the position, and among them were no longer only forging demons, but also desecrators that looked like multi-legged mechas. These desecrators were mobile heavy self-propelled artillery.

What frightened these PDFs the most were the blood-red figures in the opposing team.

"The angel of the God-Emperor Aastartes. No. Not an angel! He's the legendary traitor!!"

The power of the Astartes has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of every imperial soldier.

The soldiers here have fought against those traitors who believed in evil gods and those cruel aliens, but when these former Emperor's Angels of Death stood before them, the shock they felt was even stronger than those demon engines.

The Word Bearer put down the grenade launcher in disdain, and a voice sounded in the mind of the Word Bearer possessed warrior. This voice was the Khorne demon that possessed his body.

"You shouldn't have killed him with a bomb. You should have captured him and chopped off his head. Kill these followers of the Corpse King in close combat. That way the skull would be more valuable."

"I don't need you to teach me! Whenever I hear these hypocritical guys praying to the false emperor, I can't suppress the anger in my heart. I don't want them to speak even for a second!"

"Heh, you Word Bearers are still like this. Why don't you let me take over your body? I will help you get rid of these people easily. You can enjoy your victory after everything is over."

The demon was eager to kill, and his words bewitched the Word Bearer.

"Go back! I don't need you to help me destroy these followers of the false emperor!"

As he spoke, the Word Bearer ignored and resisted the demon's whispers and began to attack the loyalists' positions with his favorite method, close combat. When the Astartes and mortals were engaged in close combat, the gap in strength between the two sides became more obvious.

Just one punch could send a soldier flying dozens of meters, and their speed was so fast that even the naked eyes of these mortal soldiers could hardly catch it.

Any plan to drag these traitors down with them was easily shattered.

The Empire's lines began to crumble.

After key firepower points were cleared one after another, the loyalists could no longer suppress the enemy's momentum of the charge. Some priests even rushed out of their positions with chain swords, wanting to use their flesh and blood to prevent the enemy from approaching the Emperor's statue.

But the final result was that he was targeted by the Word Bearers and torn to pieces. The Word Bearers had a natural hatred for members of the State Religion and even prioritized killing these members over other tactical goals.

Even though these priests' physical fitness surpassed that of ordinary soldiers and their faith was extremely firm, they were still mortals and had no power to fight back against these Astartes.

When the traitors completely broke through the defense line of this position, they had completely entered the area of ​​​​the upper nest.

(End of this chapter)