Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

Chapter 170 Suicide Squad

On the other side.

On the battlefield of Amighiddon.

The sky was ochre red, as if it had been soaked through some huge wound.

When the first wave of demons arrived at Armageddon's last industrial hive, it foreshadowed the imminent start of the final battle and the beginning of Armageddon's doomsday countdown.

Surrounding this hive city were swarms of demons. Countless self-propelled artillery pieces within the city, under the precise command of the operations staff, fired simultaneously, attempting to tear a vacuum in the demonic ranks and give the defenders a brief respite.

The demon judge Declan stood in the middle of the defensive line, his old body now holding a power sword. Facing the overwhelming demonic tide in the distance, he still roared, his mouth flowing with praise for the emperor and hatred for the heretics.

Every officer or soldier could see the rose rosary fluttering on his chest. In the past, a demonic judge would have been enough to make them tremble, but now there was no need to be afraid. As the emperor's loyal servants, all they had to do now was simply crush the emperor's enemy before them!

His students, meanwhile, were being protected in a tight rear area, even given sedatives, and were tied up there.

"That damned old bastard! He actually thought he could stay in this place by being loyal to the emperor!"

The apprentice was furious, but the two Ministry of Justice guards beside him calmly replied, "Commander Declan..."

The order is that only after he dies in battle can you become the next Inquisitor, and only then can we release you from your constraints. At that time, no one will be able to stop your will.

Upon hearing this, the apprentice judge couldn't help but curse, but these words would not reach the old judge who was now ready to offer his last loyalty to the emperor.

Dekran gazed at the distant demonic tide. After sending two Space Marine chapters to engage in a blocking battle, the final result was only to slightly delay the advance of those demonic armies, buying time for them to concentrate their forces in the end.

The land above Armageddon had fallen completely in nearly half a month.

This sector is affected by the forces of the warp, causing time to flow more rapidly. This change is disastrous for the defenders, as it means that reinforcements will take much longer to arrive.

At this moment, the Primarch is virtually unstoppable in the real universe. Whenever he arrives at a hive, it means that all life in the hive will die. Even the Iron Hand's forces, which suddenly arrived at the battlefield of Armageddon, could not stop Angron's advance.

"Great Emperor! Great Holy Jeles! Have mercy on Armageddon! Forgive my limited abilities, for I have not been able to do more for this planet! But I have truly done everything I could!"

The judge prayed incessantly in his heart; no one could know what he was thinking as he stood on the front line.

For the high-ranking officials on Armageddon at this moment, this Inquisitor was undoubtedly a visionary figure. Upon arriving on Armageddon's soil, he immediately began to reorganize military discipline, transferring troops from other star systems and ordering all units to...

Prepare for an upcoming war.

Furthermore, he began to fully utilize the connections and resources he had accumulated as a veteran Inquisitor, and a large number of Mechanicus Guardians were mobilized to reinforce the defenses. It can be said that without this Inquisitor's actions, during the nearly two weeks of darkness following the extinction of the Star Torch,

Armageddon may be completely unable to mount an effective counterattack and can only concentrate the vast majority of its forces as the last line of defense against the demons, as it is now, to fight the final battle against them.

With nowhere left to retreat, all the officers were thinking of turning their last box of shells into a raging inferno and firing it into the devil's territory.

In this desperate battle, the anger seemed to have seeped into the cannonballs as well. This bombardment dealt a heavy blow to the demons' initial arrogance, and the effect was remarkable, completely unlike the previous cannonballs that landed on the demons' positions.

This was actually the achievement of the demonic judge, who urged the logistics department to draw sacred runes on every shell and to take out a large amount of the ashes of the untouchables from his own treasury and mix them in.

Such specialized shells could indeed tear open the demons' lines, but—there were simply too many demons besieging this city. The crazed traitors quickly filled the gap, but the artillery fire continued to fall, giving them a crushing blow.

Judge Declan clutched a holy casket tightly to his chest. At the forefront of the battle, he fired his explosive pistol incessantly, and his figure suddenly drew the attention of the Blood God's servant, who wielded blood wings, at the heart of the demon realm.

Because the Blood God's servant sensed a familiar aura, an aura so familiar that it disgusted him.

"Saint Gergiev!"

The inhuman monster roared, its sound wave shaking the heavens and the earth! Commander Declan heard the roar and his whole body was instinctively filled with fear. It could be said that the other officers of the Empire also heard the roar. Even though they had put on those earplugs, the roar seemed to affect their souls. The terrifying being was approaching, and the blood clouds in the sky also foreshadowed its arrival.

That was something that truly terrified people.

Judge Declan straightened his clothes; this was probably the last time he would tidy his uniform. Although it seemed somewhat out of place on the battlefield, he wanted to be prepared before he faced death.

The shoulders of his black Imperial Army overcoat were worn, and his graying sideburns, visible beneath his military cap, were stuck to his face with sweat and gunpowder smoke. He wiped a stain from his cap badge with his thumb.

The double-headed eagle emblem was polished to a gleaming shine. The judge was convinced that the ancient empire was still watching him, and that the great Holy Spirit was also watching him, watching Hamigdon, the last line of defense!

Every soul about to die longs to stride confidently toward the golden throne!

The judge stepped out of the command tent, his boots rustling on the scorched earth.

The trench was filled with Astronaut soldiers, clutching laser guns and huddled together in small groups. Some had their eyes closed and were murmuring prayers, while most simply stared silently at the distant, churning horizon.

No one spoke. Because there was no need to say anything; everyone knew what today meant. This was an elite force, a suicide squad, personally selected by the judge.

They were to carry out a suicidal order: to charge into the demon horde, stand before the demon principality, and weaken his presence for their allies, creating an opportunity to defeat him.

They have to do it.

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