Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 157 Space Wolves and Dark Angels

The Armageddon galaxy is naturally a strategic location that is contested by military strategists due to its location.

After Horus's rebellion, countless planets were destroyed, but Armageddon was spared due to special circumstances.

This place was once the ancient capital of the Ork in the galaxy, and one of the most glorious victories of the Emperor's Great Crusade.

In this place, Horus achieved a great victory over the orc warlords, and in this place, the Emperor personally crowned Horus as the Warmaster of the Empire.

As the capital of the Orcish Empire during the Great Crusade, this place harbored a large number of technological creations. The greedy Mechanicus used advanced technology to move this planet directly to this star system.

Now, Amegadoton has been transformed into a large forging world under the continuous development of the Cult of Mechanics. However, the equatorial region is still sparsely vegetated. On ordinary days, it appears lush and green from the tranquility of the orbit, but in fact, wastelands make up most of the world, with tundra at the poles and ash deserts on the larger continents.

The deep sea covered most of the planet, which distinguished it from Terra more than any other feature, but now it is covered by a blood tide.

In the heart of the city, ragged warriors clad in scarlet and bronze terracotta armor chanted and screamed into the dark sky.

They gripped battle axes forged in the early days of the empire, their jagged roars clashing with the warriors' frenzied chants, lacking rhythm in themselves.

Many of them bowed and howled, blaspheming the dead: devouring the flesh of their victims or seizing their spoils. Others howled and laughed as they piled the headless bodies of the guards into the massive pit of corpses.

The servo skull recorded the last images of this hive city, and what appeared before them was enough to make them feel despair.

It was a hideous monster.

Its bones and terracotta were equally covered with its sweaty flesh, while its skin was a charred, cracked, inhuman scarlet, taut with pulsating black iron-colored veins.

A tuft of long, flowing cables, like a swaying mane, rose from behind its deformed head, forming a demonic crown—some of which became brass chains tied to the skull at their ends. Others connected to the monster's ornate bronze scale armor.

Its size is comparable to that of a warhound-level walker, and even taller than the ferocious beast lord guarding its side.

Chains and cables hung down like locks from its lizard-like head, from the tips of its dripping wings and claws to its thorny, foul-smelling red iron skin; it had long since abandoned any human characteristics.

As it roared, its army began to crumble and tumble at the edge of its boots: it emitted a taut, low growl like that of a furious mammoth, a sound that echoed across the heavens and froze the clouds.

"What on earth is that?!"

Judge Declan stared at the image before him with a deathly pale face. His disciple also stared blankly at the terrifying demon before him. At this moment, the planetary governor suddenly slumped into his seat.

It is now the forty-first millennium of the Empire.

For the past ten millennia, the empire has been engulfed in war. In this dark age, separated by a thousand years, everyone has their own sins to suffer.

Even the highest-ranking Terra Highlords in the Imperial administration rarely retire normally; they are forced to remain at their posts for their entire lives, toiling away amidst piles of administrative tasks.

In contrast, planetary governors might have it a little better. As long as they pay their taxes on time, they are far removed from the emperor's reach on their own planet. Moreover, Amegiddon is a wealthy planet, and the various industrial products it produces are enough to allow any planetary governor to enjoy the highest level of treatment in the empire.

Thanks to the production surplus of the Forging World, the Astral Army's city defense division above Armageddon has an extremely high level of mechanization and a large number of heavily armed troops. They are known as the Armageddon Steel Force, and their combat power and elite status are rare in the Empire.

In addition, being located in the core area on the edge of the solar system, the garrison here usually enjoys rare moments of peace.

But they never realized the level of challenge they were facing.

Despite the fact that the Declan Inquisitors had already mobilized hundreds of millions of Imperial Guards to the battlefield using their connections as Grand Inquisitors, and that their allies, the bio-modified super soldiers Astartes, had also completed their assembly, with the two founding chapters converging at this moment, and even rumors circulating that the legendary demon experts, the unrecorded Chapter 666, had sent a unit as well.

Under such circumstances, the Empire should and must win.

Inquisitor Declan thought so, only this time, his enemy was not an ordinary traitor or heretic, but the empire's greatest traitor.

Butcher Angron.

Once the commander of the Twelfth Legion of World Eaters, now Prince Khorne, he arrives with raging fury and countless Chaos armies, determined to exact his revenge on the Emperor.

One after another, blasphemous pieces of information flooded Declan's mind, but he dared not utter these true pieces of information.

"O God-King, O Saint Gilles—please bless the people of this planet."

The judge could only plead and place his hopes on this, but within just a few days, the continent of Amegiddon I was conquered by Angron and his Chaos forces.

The populations and heavy industrial zones of dozens of Hive Worlds fell into the hands of Chaos, and the remaining loyal forces had to traverse uninhabited jungles to reach the Second Continent.

The conquered continent has become a hell ruled by demons.

The filthy river was filled with the blood sacrificed in the name of the Blood God, and demonic engines pumped terrifying warp power from it. The brutal and stimulating scene made the guards and residents of the second continent realize that they had no room to surrender, but the terrifying figures present made them feel an indescribable powerlessness.

So much so that the higher-ups dared not tell the soldiers below the ranks the true situation. They needed the resolute resistance of countless ordinary people, even if their sacrifices could only buy a negligible amount of time. But for Armageddon at this moment, that was the most precious thing.

While mortals fought on the front lines, the space wolves and dark angels constantly flanked the rear, harassing the supply lines of the troops led by Angron and making it difficult for the demons in the Chaos army to maintain their bodies in the real world.

This design suggests that the greatest ally in the fight against evil is the veil between the real universe and the warp.

Although the void created by the extinction of the Imperial Torch stirred up the real universe and the warp, allowing these demons to emerge from the warp, they still need to constantly solidify their existence if they want to survive for a long time.

To this end, it required Angron to order his men to build blasphemous altars to absorb energy to maintain the demonic forms the demons used in the real world. The Space Marines' target was these altars; they did not confront the demonic Primarchs head-on, but instead destroyed hives that were not defended by the Primarchs.

Logan Grimnal, the leader of the Space Wolves, is currently leading his pack across the continent before charging into the army of Chaos.

Even when he was alone and surrounded by the Chaos Traitors, no one could get close to him.

A double-edged, crimson battle axe, swung in a wide arc, unleashed terrifying power in his hands. A terrifying beam of light flashed, and no enemy, not even those cumbersome tanks, could withstand its sharpness.

The old wolf of this space wolf has become even stronger through years of battles.

He has served as the alpha wolf of the Space Wolves Chapter for over 500 years, making him one of the oldest chapter masters in the Empire and undoubtedly the supreme leader of the pack.

At that moment, he received some messages.

"Lord Wolf, the Dark Angels seem to have destroyed four more demon altars. What's strange is that they seem to contact us after each altar they destroy, inquiring about our progress!"

"What time is it? Are those mysterious dark angels still thinking of competing with us? These offspring of Ryan are just like Ruth recorded, nothing more than a group of primitive people disguised as civilized people."

The alpha wolf muttered to himself, but he couldn't help but admire the extreme efficiency of these dark angels. If they hadn't delayed a large portion of the rebel forces, the situation on Amegiddon would have been even worse.

And it's right on the other side.

The Dark Angels' Ravenwing mechanized force had just shaken off their pursuers, escaping a sandstorm to avoid being killed. The Dark Angels advanced silently and efficiently, but suddenly, the scouts at the forefront noticed something amiss.

In the desolate desert, they discovered some green vines that shouldn't belong to this planet, and lying among these plants was a man in black armor covered in blood.