Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

After loosening his fangs, he could finally laugh out loud at the stupidity of these traitors.

They will all be buried with themselves and those mortal warriors!

The horrific explosion resounded throughout the entire corridor, and the surging electric current even rushed all the way from the end of the corridor to where Sven and the others were.

The spreading impact also blew away all the smoke in the corridor.

When the remaining Space Wolves came out to investigate, there were no bodies in the corridor.

If it weren't for the blood smeared on the walls, indicating that a battle had broken out here, no one would have thought that so many loyalists had died here.

Such scenes are happening in every corner of the universe, and every minute and every second, compatriots loyal to humanity are sacrificing their lives in battle.

And every coin they receive from the Emperor can be exchanged for one or more new lives from hell.

"I hope Jonah can leave some for us, after all, we are about to taste those delicacies."

Swain muttered to himself, then mentioned the supplies Jonah had left behind before the charge.

It seemed that things here were beyond the traitors' expectations, so the Space Wolves could hear the sound of footsteps rushing here again.

But this time, they had no chance to stop the wolves.

Sven took the lead and rushed towards the energy controller, chopping off everything that stood in his way with his sword and axe.

Fanatics, demons, traitorous Astartes...

Nothing can stop the wolf lord's anger. The fangs of the wolf leader have been exposed and the claws have been sharpened.

Now all they have to do is drink blood, tear large chunks of flesh from the enemy's bodies, and use their wails to play the most primitive music for those warriors to send them off for the last time.

"Is this the energy converter that's affecting the shield?"

Sven walked up to a device that looked like a reactor, but compared to the reactors made by humans, the energy converter in front of him was more sophisticated.

This device converts various energy sources into subspace energy, and it is pure energy without any mixture of evil god's will or power.

I don’t know who created this thing that seems like a work of nature. It can be called a miracle.

"How do we destroy it?"

"Blow it up!"

The only remaining melta bombs were placed on the energy converters, although they did not know what could have unleashed such firepower that the shields of the Blackstone Fortress were shaking.

But as long as this device is destroyed, the friendly forces outside will have a way to destroy the entire Blackstone Fortress.

The wild wolves returned to the corridor they had just been in. They could not go back because the enemy had surrounded the corridor and there was only one way left for them.

That is to fight to the death.

"For the glory of Russ and the All-Father!"

"For Fenris!"

"For the future of mankind!"

"Blood Roaring Company! Charge the enemy!"

The wolves roared and rushed towards their enemies.

They, the dying, will fight to the death and finally follow in the footsteps of the dead to the celebration banquet.

There are countless fine wines and delicacies, waiting for all the heroic souls who sacrificed for their compatriots and the future of mankind.

The horrific explosion severely damaged an energy converter. From the outside, the shield on the lower side of the Blackstone Fortress appeared and disappeared at this moment.

Such a strange phenomenon naturally did not escape Galadon's attention. The experienced captain of the third company almost immediately ordered all artillery fire that could hit that place to be concentrated, striving to penetrate the shield of Blackstone Fortress in the shortest time possible.

The energy rays that were almost converging into a drill kept hitting the weak points of the Blackstone Fortress's shield, and finally broke through the fragile shield under the horrified gaze of the traitors.

All the artillery fire poured directly onto the body of the Blackstone Fortress. The terrifying destructive force blew up the outer shell and structure of the Blackstone Fortress along the way, and directly poured the deadly attack into the core of the Blackstone Fortress.

The completely destroyed Blackstone Fortress gradually began to shatter at this moment, and the terrifying subspace turbulence continued to spread outward with its core as the center.

The Phalanx had left the influence range in advance, but the black fleet was not so lucky.

Nearly half of the Black Fleet was thrown back into a random place in the subspace by this chaotic turbulence, and it was impossible for them to join the Black Crusade in a short time.

Galadon breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the Blackstone Fortress explode.

Now that only ruins remain of the Blackstone Fortress, they don't have to worry. As long as they destroy the weapons that could directly lead to the destruction of the planet Cadia, nothing will be a threat to them anymore.

"Warriors, may you find eternal peace."

"Change course and pursue the remaining black fleet!"

69

Chapter 69 Trazyn: Is that how you talk to your teacher?

(An hour late, so today's 14,000 words)

"They succeeded."

"The Black Stone Fortress was buried with their roars, becoming the most precious burial object beneath their tombstones."

Sandales, who was still on the surface of Cadia, also saw what was happening in the universe. The sky, which was originally dark due to the war and smoke, was torn into a crack at this moment.

The terrifying power of the Blackstone Fortress explosion was even clearly visible on the surface of Cadia. Even though the distance was still far, the impact of the destruction of that ancient creation was still too shocking.

The gorgeous deep purple energy turbulence was centered on the Black Stone Fortress and was madly rushing around, sucking everything they could touch into the vortex of the subspace.

In Sandiles's sight, many ships of the Black Fleet were directly pulled into the Warp Rift at this moment. Even with the help of those destructive powers, they would not be able to leave the Eye of Terror again in a short time.

The wild wolves of the Blood Howl Company and the soldiers of the 141st Cadia Regiment exchanged their lives for a tremendous result.

"Cadia is safe for now. The Blackstone Fortress has been destroyed, and the Planet Killer, a warship capable of destroying a planet, has been stopped in space by the Phalanx."

"Abaddon will probably have no way to carry out a devastating operation against Cadia in the short term."

Celestine, the living saint standing next to Sandales, breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. In her opinion, the current result made all the sacrifices on Cadia meaningful.

All those warriors who died in the war exchanged their lives for fruits commensurate with their deeds. These coins of the Emperor redeemed new hope for the Empire from hell and continued to allow mankind to survive.

Sandales exhaled lightly from his throat and looked into the distance at the sky that was torn into a hole. However, he felt that he was not as relaxed as Celestine.

Abaddon will not put all his chips on one table. He is a cunning man and the Chaos Warmaster appointed by the Four Gods. He will not allow the war to develop like this.

I can guarantee that a guy like Abaddon will definitely overturn the entire gambling table at some point in time.

Especially when he was at a huge disadvantage.

"What is the current situation? Have the remaining troops retreated back to the Klav Redoubt?"

Feeling uneasy, Sandales asked Celestine.

The cult rituals performed by those fanatics on Cadia are definitely not groundless; there must be a reason for their actions.

The main reason why Cadia itself can block the turbulence of the Warp is the towering Black Stone Obelisks underground. Although they are not activated, their existence can still suppress the energy of the Warp.

However, no one dares to guarantee that this thing can only be used to suppress subspace energy. These creations from ancient unknown periods are far beyond the ability of modern humans to explore and understand.

They must have other functions.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt his heart beating wildly. A bad premonition echoed in his mind, and even Sanguinius's prophecy began to seem a little unpredictable.

The balance of victory did not seem to tilt towards his side. Until now, the balance between the real universe and the subspace has only returned a little to balance.

Celestine on the side also fell silent. He didn't know why this great son of God was so nervous.

Perhaps the other party knows more things that she doesn't know.

"After the battles with the Death Guard and the World Eaters, the Dark Angels' Fourth Company has suffered losses and is still under attack from the enemy as they retreat towards Klav Bastion."

"Although the Storm Crow gunships have provided them with support to the best of their ability, there are simply too many pursuing enemies."

Celestine recalled the battle situation that he could grasp at present. Even though the remaining loyal warriors retreated to Klav Redoubt, the pressure on the ground battlefield was definitely not easy at this time.

Abaddon had already deployed a large number of troops to the surface of Cadia using landing ships drawn from the Black Fleet. The fanatics and the Dark Mechanicus had even deployed a legion of renegade Titans on the battlefield.

These enemies are moving along the northern and eastern sides of the Allison Plains, heading towards Krave Redoubt and the site of the buried Blackstone Obelisk.

Although they had received support from a group of knight mechas from the Raven Family, the strength of these knight mechas was still insufficient compared to the rebellious Titan Legion that was marching towards here.

Even the smallest Warhound-class Titan is not something the Knight Mech can face. Perhaps the Knight Mech's pilot can rely on his superb combat skills and willpower to briefly fight against the Titan, but the result of the battle will be disastrous.

"Who are the troops responsible for guarding the northern and eastern parts of Allison Plain?"

The current situation is very serious. Lord Creedburg does not have much available force. This relatively young commander with rich combat experience has done his best to use every bit of defensive force to the extreme.

Even those veteran commanders serving in the Imperial Military Affairs Department may not be able to make better combat deployments than Lord Creedburg.

"The northern front is under the charge of the Sisters of Battle, while the eastern defense is under the charge of the 185th Cadia Regiment and the Imperial Knights. I have temporarily equipped the 185th Regiment with armored forces because they must face the direct impact of the Titan Legion and the enemy's armored forces."

Sandiles' question was quickly answered, but the person who answered him was not the living saint Celestine, but Usaka-Cred, who walked through the door behind him and came to the outdoor observation deck.

The Lord of Creedburg rushed here immediately after finishing the war meeting with Kaul.

Even though Lord Creedburg did not say it explicitly, he still hoped in his heart that he could witness the glory of the former Legion's Primarch with his own eyes during his lifetime.

The Empire has been sinking in darkness for too long, and this huge machine has begun to rust and become dull. The return of a Primarch will bring hope and motivation to this empire that is gradually sliding into the abyss, and inject new lubricant into the gears of this machine.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Creed. You shouldered the heavy responsibility of defending the fortress world of Cadia in times of crisis. On behalf of myself and the Emperor's will, I express my sincere gratitude to you."

"I am a soldier, a Cadian. I will defend my homeland and shed my last drop of blood for the Empire. This is my duty and honor."

Sandiles turned around and looked at the Lord of Creedburg, who had a scar on his face and was wearing a dark green coat.

One could tell at a glance from his square face that the castle lord was a very serious person, and the snow-white hair on his head was almost similar to that of Rogal Dorn in the past.

The muscular warrior was holding a cigar in his hand, and the standard Cadian general's uniform concealed the powerful body of the Lord of Creed.

The military boots on his feet stepped on the floor, making a crisp sound, just like Usaka Creed's swift and decisive style of action.

If a problem can be solved quickly, don't drag it out.

"Compared to my duty to defend this planet, your return is the truly arduous task for the entire empire. Ten thousand years ago, you lost your life for this empire, and now, ten thousand years later, you have returned to this dark universe."

"Usaka-Cred salutes you."

Just as Lord Creed was about to kneel down and salute Sandiles, his shoulders were suddenly lifted up by strong hands.

When he looked up at Sandales, the Primarch had already touched his knees to the ground, so that he was looking at him eye to eye.

"A loyal warrior has no need to bow to anyone. Someone like you who shoulders true responsibility in times of crisis is qualified to stand on equal footing with anyone in the Empire."

"Furthermore, if my return doesn't make you stand up straight, how can I face those enemies who intend to make all the people of the empire bow their heads in the future?"

The Primarch before him spoke with great calmness, as if he was stating a fact.

At this moment, Lord Creed Castle suddenly yearned for the glorious past ten thousand years ago.

If just one Primarch could make a person like himself, who was immersed in darkness, feel close to him, what would the past be like ten thousand years ago when the world was full of rationality and civilization?

Were people at that time full of hope in their hearts?

Perhaps people like me who are now called heroes were just an insignificant grain of sand in the vast sea of people in the past.

"Thank you for your generosity. What should I call you?"

"No need to be polite. Call me Primarch or whatever you want. We are compatriots. Don't treat me as an alien."

The lifted Lord Creed walked silently to the observation tower. Before the Primarch arrived, he often looked out at the warriors fighting hard from here.

As he watched the battle line approaching the Krav Redoubt, the flame of anxiety in his heart grew stronger day by day.

"They are all heroes. Every son and daughter of Cadia is a hero."

"Of course, sir, this is the only fact we readily accept."

Lord Creed took a deep breath of the cigar smoke and then exhaled it, as if he wanted to get rid of the uneasiness in his heart.

During this period of fighting, Cadia has lost too many warriors. These warriors were born and raised here. They accepted everything that the planet Cadia could give, and finally gave back everything they had to Cadia.

"Sir, the direction we are defending is the southern part of Allison Plain. This area will be defended by the 8th and 21st Regiments, led by me personally."

"If you intend to fight the Chaos Warmaster, he will come to the southern front himself."

"For the Chaos Warmaster, while he fights you, he can also send his troops to decapitate me. This is a win-win situation. He can't refuse it."

In fact, Lord Creed also supports Sandales' plan to initiate a duel. If they continue like this, all the defenders of Cardia will be exhausted sooner or later.

However, since our side has no way to launch a decapitation operation, it would be better to trick the other side's leader into coming down with some reason and achieve the result of a decapitation operation in disguise. This is also a good idea.

"Do you really believe I can defeat the current Warmaster of Chaos? And you seem quite relaxed right now."