Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 146 The Star Torch is Extinguished, Demons Revel in Frenzy

Thirteen hours before the Star Torch was about to go out.

The loud warning sound had already echoed in every corner of Terra. For more than ten days, the news that the Star Torch was about to be rekindled had been transmitted from top to bottom to the ears of all the citizens of the Empire.

Meanwhile, warnings had already been issued, reminding all citizens of the empire to do their utmost to fortify their homes.

As for why we don't distribute weapons and supplies, it's naturally because we're afraid that the weapons we distribute will end up being used against our own loyalists. But now, with the fleet assembled, the defenses on Terra are already impregnable, and every key point is guarded by a large number of legions, well-supplied with supplies.

It was under these circumstances that, when the countdown reached the 13th hour, the star torch, which had been shining for nearly 1 years, flickered for a moment, as if a candle flame had been blown away. The commotion was so great that all beings in the entire Milky Way who could observe the star torch noticed it.

This was also the last time the emperor reminded his people of the fact that the starlight was about to be extinguished.

Although many beings still navigating in the warp cannot receive the astronomical message that the starlight is about to go out, this tremor is also a reminder to all navigators to return from the warp as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, the Imperial soldiers who received this message on Terra were on high alert. In the shadows, in the chaotic High Heavens, the evil gods seemed to have received the message as well. They grinned menacingly in the High Heavens, and their demons seemed to be rubbing their hands together in anticipation. The cultists' sacrificial rituals were also quietly unfolding in the dark.

Nine hours before the star torch was extinguished.

Robert Guilliman, who was stationed at the core of the Star Torch, received a bad message: an inexplicable anomaly had occurred in the Armageddon region, and the nearby galaxy was cracking as if it had been cursed.

An unsettling message arrived via star language.

Primarch Angron broke through the veil of the real universe, leading an army of Chaos Space Marines, cultists, mutants, beastmen, and daemons aboard a spaceship called "Star Eater" toward Armageddon, an important forging world and node world of the Imperium.

What made the situation even more serious was that this had actually happened long before, with rebellions against imperial rule erupting simultaneously at six important industrial nodes on Armageddon.

A subspace storm suddenly appeared out of nowhere, almost severing the surrounding connections. Fortunately, the Declan Inquisitor who arrived at this place had received a warning from Lancelot beforehand, and sent out astral messages as soon as things went wrong.

Even so, due to interference from the warp, the Star Language was only sent to the Star Language Court on Terra just before the Star Torch was about to go out. After being unearthed from the overwhelming information, it was quickly delivered to the Primarch.

At this moment, even the most blinded commander understood the sinister intentions of these warp demons.

At this critical juncture, when the Star Torch was about to be temporarily extinguished and then restarted, the Primarch did not choose to attack Terra, which had lost the protection of the Emperor's power, but instead attacked a crucial node of the Empire.

The node world of Armageddon itself serves as a crucial hub connecting the Imperial Solar System to the outside world.

If Chaos were to gain control of this place, the numerous fleets gathered in the Sun Sector would be unable to effectively carry out the Unyielding Expedition, and the Primarch would be able to use this world as a base to directly threaten Terra.

The only good news is that the main fleet of the Space Wolves is deployed in the Armageddon star system. A pack led by Logan Grimnal, the leader of the Space Wolves, has been deployed to the area and is on its way to provide support.

And for reasons unknown, the Empire discovered that a powerful fleet from the First Chapter, belonging to the Dark Angels, had suddenly arrived in the Armageddon star system. True to the Dark Angels' style, no one knew their purpose, but their arrival undoubtedly injected a powerful boost into the defending forces.

At this moment, the Primarch also understood that he must wait now and must use a more important goal as a foundation. Terra is humanity's homeworld and is a place that absolutely cannot be conquered. Thus, the Primarch could only hope that the garrison on Hamiddon could hold out long enough.

Lancelot holds the same view.

Terra must never fall. Even though Armageddon is extremely important, it is not the core of the human empire.

Moreover, what they are about to do, although not as serious as the internet, could, if damaged or if an accident occurs, push the entire human empire into an even darker future.

Lancelot could not accept this, even though the Emperor was almost certain of victory, and even though the garrison gathered here was enough to make the demons despair.

But Lancelot was still somewhat worried. In this tense situation, looking at the countdown that was gradually approaching, Lancelot felt as if he were facing a death warrant. He could only stand in front of the Lion Gate and clench his longsword tightly.

8 hours to go.

Internal strife has begun to erupt in the lower-level hives of Terra, with hidden cultists starting to unearth their stashes. Deformed skulls that have escaped scrutiny are being unearthed, and through blasphemous rituals, blood and heads are being gathered together in loud cries. Countless psionicists are beginning to witness a multitude of anomalies.

From that moment on, the light of the star torch began to dim, and the sky of Terra began to be covered in blood red.

With seven hours to go, the plague broke out, and for some reason, weeping began to be heard among the guards who were far from the starlight.

Furthermore, this crying seemed to be contagious, spreading outwards. Even the most determined defenders could not resist this physiological reaction, and the pharmacists were powerless to do anything about it.

When the sixth hour arrived, some broadcasts suddenly went haywire, playing sensual and decadent music. Some nobles of the empire also suddenly went mad amidst this sensual music and did some incomprehensible things.

Even so, the defenders remained steadfast in their resolve.

The priests of the state church stood in the most prominent place, before the high platform, and shouted loudly. Their impassioned words inspired all the guards to fight for the emperor.

Humanity will willingly step into darkness, and then return from it once more, as the flame of faith dispels the darkness in everyone's hearts.

And so, everything came to an end.

At the very last moment, at the instant the starlight was extinguished.

The entire sky of Terra seemed to darken, everything seemed to be shrouded in darkness, and the sunlight seemed to be blocked at this moment, with only the light of the flames illuminating Terra at this moment.

And in the darkness.

Before the first line of defense at Terra Palace, at the Lion's Gate, Lancelot drew the Unbreakable Lakelight from his waist and raised the Imperial Cross Shield at his side.

In the darkness, the two weapons shone brightly, and the guards behind Lancelot also saw the strange phenomenon appearing on the black armor worn by Lancelot.

There appeared to be four hideous demon heads attempting to break free from the armor, but then a sharp winged sword pierced through their heads, turning them into burning flames.

Then, a pair of dazzling white wings suddenly bloomed from Lancelot's back! Countless shadows surged in front of Lancelot, but he simply took a step forward without fear.

"Come, come! You filthy aliens, these chaotic creations! May you all die under my God-Slaying Thunderclap!"