Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Creed knew that he didn't need to say anything more. If he stopped the warriors from attacking these fallen who blasphemed the Emperor, they would attack him. Therefore, his choice was, "For the Emperor, Cadia will stand!"

Chapter 28: Cardia Stands Strong!

Cadia stands firm is the consensus of all Cadians. Just like "never" is always their first reaction when they mention the Eye of Terror and Abaddon. When the Cadian Blitzcrank uses this motto as a battle cry, it means that the battle has reached the most dangerous moment, and it also means that victory will be more important than their lives.

"Until death!" The Cadians are poor, and life is the only thing they can use to repay the God-Emperor.

Fortunately, they never skimped. From the establishment of the Cadian Gate War Zone ten thousand years ago to the end of the forty-first millennium, the Cadians used their blood to hold back the tentacles of Chaos at the door of the Eye of Terror, without retreating a step. Cadia will always stand, and it will remain so in the future.

In the steep ruins that tanks could not climb, more than 60 sentinels and 16 Black Legion Terminators led thousands of Chaos rebels to charge towards the gap created by heavy artillery. It might be a bit wrong to say that there were only thousands of Chaos rebels because the battle width was limited to this, but in fact, they were endless.

The artillery fire was also endless. The rebels' excellent combat skills were enough to allow them to easily carry out infantry-artillery coordination, even if their minds were not normal. From the beginning of the charge, the heavy artillery firepower of half a division of petrified lizards gradually flattened the temporary positions.

As for the rebels' direct firepower, forty-two Leman Russ Crusher units were lined up in front of the ruins to serve as shelters for reinforcements and heavy artillery support. Rows of Aegis defense walls were quickly deployed, gradually reducing the effective firepower range of the loyalists. The Chaos offensive was pressing forward step by step, leaving no loopholes.

With Chaos's general attack, all Creed's previous deployments could only delay the enemy as much as possible. No longer deceived, the wyverns once again rained deadly bullets, and together with the infantry's firepower, fragments, flames, and lasers covered every corner of the battlefield.

It was no longer a Chaos attack and an Imperial counterattack, but a constant exchange of pieces between the two sides in this small area. Everything was going in a bad direction, and if it continued, defeat would be inevitable. He had to do something!

Now, with a buzzing sound, Creed drew out the simple yet murderous power sword. The outcome depended on one night, and the Black Legion Terminator must not be allowed to rush to the battlefield. "Everyone, use the melta bombs - Cadia, advance!"

Flesh and melta, these are the only measures that mortals can use to fight against the Terminator in close combat. Plasma cannons, plasma guns, double-barreled melta, storm bolters and other big guys can only be used as fixed firepower to support from a distance, otherwise their results will only make the Terminator pull the trigger one more time.

The fortifications that were suppressed by endless artillery fire and could no longer function were simply unable to withstand the general offensive of Chaos. The only thing that could reverse the situation now was the sacred melee combat!

The solemn hymns had stopped at some point. Instead, the Cadian military song was sung. It was the tradition of the Cadian Blitzkrieg Army, a memory passed down for thousands of years. Every Cadian would sing this song. There was no accompaniment, no rows of choirs, just pairs of steel boots hitting the ground, and the song that came from nowhere spread like this.

It was no longer clear who struck the rhythm first, or who started to sing first. When they found out, the singing had already ignited the entire formation like a prairie fire, as if it was the guidance of the Emperor of God. But it didn't matter, if I could die listening to the military songs of my hometown, it would be a blessing.

Some scattered but loud singing spread from one end of the battlefield to the other. The thoughts of the veteran soldiers who had not heard or sung the song for more than ten years were evoked by the familiar tunes. And in this high-spirited singing, the first batch of 6,000 death squads stood together with the death angels of the God Emperor.

In order to ensure the success rate, there are 400 people carrying the melta bombs. As long as one-tenth of them succeed, the situation can be reversed. But will the Chaos Terminators with a large number of infantry as cover really be replaced by the Mortal Suicide Squad?

of course.

Mortals are the real main force of the human empire, but this process will be accompanied by casualties enough to defeat an iron army. Looking at the Astra Militarum troops throughout the empire, perhaps only a few well-known troops can do this. But it happens that the Cadian Blitzkrieg is one of them.

It was the heavy artillery that sounded the clarion call for the Empire's counterattack. Taking advantage of the air strikes by the dozen or so remaining Valkyrie gunboats against the enemy's self-propelled artillery units, the Empire mobilized more than two artillery divisions of petrified lizards in the shortest possible time - the whistling earth-shaking cannons poured all the long-accumulated wrath of the God-Emperor onto the enemy camp!

The artillery fire finally changed direction, and in just seven minutes, the enraged gunners fired four volleys. The Chaos frontline artillery units, which had only the Hydra and Aegis defense walls as cover, were caught off guard and suffered heavy losses. More than 70% of the petrified lizards, Hydras, and Wyverns were freed in the sacred flames.

(The name Imperial Cannon makes me feel like I’m writing a Western fantasy.)

The heavy artillery opened up a channel for the death squad and fixed firepower to counterattack, but the price was only that they were forced to be damaged and transferred under the counterattack of the chaos artillery. Unfortunately, the Valkyrie troops did not have such an easy time. In order to buy enough time for the heavy artillery, the remnants of the naval aviation army broke into the anti-aircraft firepower network three times to forcibly create chaos, and finally only two planes broke through.

Each string of numbers represents a bloody loss of life, and all of this is just a prelude to cover the desperate assault. When the Chaos troops paused after the artillery fire was damaged, the soldiers who rushed out of the ruins in a scattered formation were the soldiers shouting the military songs of their hometowns.

The Cadia-type "Sentinel" walking mechs were the only units in the Imperial Guard that could fight in ruins of this magnitude. Even the lightest armor was better than the Carapace, and the automatic cannons they were equipped with were enough to turn a row of soldiers into a pile of soldiers. Hundreds of Sentinel mechs were deployed by both sides at this time, and it was simply a monkey version of a knight's battle.

The battle entered the most brutal stage of grinding meat at the beginning, and Chaos' bombardment soon resumed. For them, attacking allies together was not something worth hesitating about. In the rain of fire, two armies with the same origin fought for their respective beliefs. The same attire was clearly divided at this moment, and they strangled each other.

This moment seemed to be a replay of the tragedy of ten thousand years ago. Different names for the same "person" were repeated on this tragic battlefield. Those who hated him and feared him called him the False Emperor and the Corpse Emperor; those who loved him and respected him called him the Divine Emperor and the Emperor. The two torrents collided and clashed, dragging everything into a never-ending vortex.

Chapter 29: Bloody Battle on the Ground

Kotel roared, he was a captain of the Kashejin squad attached to the 1st Division of the 23rd Cadian Regiment. His unit was unprepared and scattered by the rebels when it was transferred back to Cadia from Sun Makayathus. He and a teammate joined the remnants of the 8th Regiment in the chaos, fought all the way, and captured the fortress with the army.

Moreover, because of Kashezin's identity, he was able to directly join the death squad as a pioneer. This was his honor, because this was more dangerous than any battle he had experienced in Sun Makayathus. The chaotic close-range battle caused the artillery support of both sides to have a high delay, but fortunately no one cared about it, and the artillery fire in the sky made both sides the target of attack.

An open battlefield is nothing more than a death trap - in war, any visible target is already counted as a casualty, no matter how well it is protected.

The 132mm Earthshakers performed just as well as the old 381 heavy artillery on the battlefield. It was their concentrated bombardment that briefly overloaded a small area of ​​void shields, and then turned a corner of the fortress into the battlefield at this moment. Under this terrifying firepower, even the Astartes wearing the Terminator were like mortals.

Fortunately, there were less than 30 basilisks firing randomly, so it was not difficult for an Astartes to determine the landing point and avoid such a level of bombardment. If you want to kill an Astartes with indirect firepower, you have to double the number.

But if I can't kill Astartes, can I still kill you? If you can maneuver 20 to 30 meters in 4 to 5 seconds, you mortal, on the battlefield, show me. In the narrow battlefield, the 'crater theory' is no longer applicable. The land that is too lucky may be plowed four or five times. In this hell, mortals can only pray to God.

Fortunately, Warhammer does have a god. Although this god is a bit stubborn, Cottle still dodges the deadly bombardment from unknown sources on the battlefield. Under the cover of the sentinel mech, he fights in the scattered ruins, whispering the Cadian military song, and then sublimates one enemy after another with hot plasma (physical).

He shot accurately, even the chaotic battlefield could not interfere with his shooting. He aimed, then pulled the trigger, accurate and deadly. At the same time, the guard beside him who temporarily used his power sword and pistol chopped off a Chaos rebel holding a heavy axe along with his weapon.

They had always fought together, and ever since his guards joined Kashejin, Kotel had been helping to teach the boy, who was eleven years younger than him, as a senior and a master. They supported each other like brothers, and before he was transferred back to Cardia from Makayathus, he even planned to marry his daughter to this good brother who knew him inside and out.

However, this sudden betrayal shattered all his fantasies. His beautiful dreams were burned under the guns of his former colleagues. He didn't even dare to imagine what would happen to the mother and daughter who were separated from them. The only thing he could do now was revenge!

Before death finds him, take revenge as much as possible. And the revenge he can take is only through fighting and killing. He aimed and pulled the trigger. The plasma cannon flashed violently, but the shot was still fired! A Black Legion Terminator who was moving around fell to the ground in a panic to avoid the attack. Behind him, a rebel sentinel and a squad were reduced to wreckage.

The Terminator rolled nimbly to the edge of the crater and used the momentum to get up from the ground, dodging a series of strafing shots. The Storm Bolter fired at high speed and directly stopped the Sentinel Mech in front of him.

Blood and gunpowder filled his heart and lungs. Cottle, who hid behind the Sentinel mecha in time, took a deep breath to force himself to calm down. If he could not complete the whole process of prediction, aiming, praying, and firing at the same time as showing his head, as a mere mortal, he would not be able to exchange with this Terminator - so he must stay calm and must hit the target.

He observed the Terminator's every move with the pocket watch hanging on his chest, tearing off one side of the photo like a mirror, and his heart was like an iceberg. One shot, two shots, three shots, and just as he was counting, the Terminator suddenly turned to the side and ran away. What happened?

He didn't know, nor was he interested in knowing. He only knew that noon had arrived. 'God bless us, and we'll blow up after the battle.' The plasma cannon, which fired continuously without cooling down, emitted a scorching blue light. Predicting, aiming, praying, and firing, Cottle felt the slight heat and pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the gun seemed to explode, and a dazzling light burst out instantly. There was no explosion, but it did not hit the target either. The Terminator only lost his right arm in the last extreme dodge. But it didn't matter anymore. Hearing the particularly sharp explosion, Cottle knew why he ran away.

"Let's die together, traitor." The figure of the Terminator who was forced to stop and dodge disappeared in the next second. A figure threw Kottle to the ground, and then a huge roar and impact enveloped them. Faintly, a blood-stained family portrait was blown up by the wind and dust.

The war will not stop because of the silence in a corner. The bloody killing has never stopped. In just over ten minutes, more than two thousand corpses have appeared on the ruins. The front lines of both sides have almost been replaced. The eternal mincing cannot be stopped until one side reaches its limit.

The buzzing sound that seemed to tear his brain apart and the pain all over his body pulled Cottle out of his fantasy of death. He did not die. Fortunately, he was more than 20 meters away from the center of the explosion, and the fatal fragments were blocked by the guards who threw him away. He said nothing, swallowed the blood in his mouth in the smoke, and pulled the power sword and hot melt bomb from his brother's body. War, revenge...

"If sacrifice can achieve greater results, then preserving strength for the sake of life itself is not worthy of praise." Lord Creedburg, who had never agreed with this statement from "Tactica Imperium", had to agree with it now. For the final victory and to hold out until reinforcements arrived, he organized round after round of attacks.

The flags of the Eighth Regiment and Cadia were still flying above the fortress. For four hours, tens of thousands of elite soldiers were left in the ruins and launched an endless and ineffective attack under the bombardment of both sides. The corpses filled the wreckage caused by the bombardment, and ceramic steel and flesh and blood re-formed a ground that was more in line with the style of the Eye of Terror.

The news from the starry sky finally reached him. The reinforcements calling themselves the Crusades slaughtered the Chaos fleet. The arrival of a large number of Astartes gave everyone a shot of adrenaline. New reinforcements were on the way, and soon, he would be able to end the war.

Chapter 30 Never Surrender

Lord Creed looked up at the sky from the observation tower in the fortress. He could see a dark mass of planes chasing a small number of enemy planes - if the blasphemous Hell Dragons could be counted as planes.

At the same time, the defense fleet in orbit was also descending, casting a huge shadow. Any enemy of the Empire should recognize her, because she was named after the person they feared the most, the Emperor-class battleship! As the fatal broadside gradually rotated towards the ground and became clearer, the bloody battle on the ground reached its climax.

The newly cast ground made of flesh, blood and plastic steel is a slope. The wider battlefield width also means a higher intensity of the battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of troops are endlessly sent to the front line, fighting each other on the remains of unknown comrades or enemies.

In this kind of battlefield, the Astartes could only gain a partial advantage. The few meters of space in the dense sea of ​​people seriously affected the mobility of the Astartes. In the chaos, even the peerless angels could be shot down by mortals.

Lord Creed tightly grasped the hilt of the power sword, trying his best to suppress his inner anger and fighting spirit. He could not go on the field. As the commander, he should put his own safety first, especially when the Chaos Astartes beheaded all the high-ranking commanders except him. He, the last backbone, must not be in danger.

He could only anxiously look at the mysterious battlefield that was almost shrouded in thick blood mist. If there had not been the intervention of the blasphemous rituals of the Warp, even if the number of dead was multiplied tenfold, it would not have been possible to form such a scale.

He had been fighting on the front lines of the Empire's anti-chaos campaign for many years, so he was not as ignorant as those generals in the heart of the Empire. Blood God! Blood and fury, this power was obviously the manifestation of the power of one of the evil gods in the warp.

Mortals were completely powerless in the face of this power that surpassed human intelligence. Creed could only mobilize as many heavy artillery as possible to bombard any suspicious places, while at the same time filling this obvious altar with soldiers shouting the names of the Emperor and Cadia in vain - if they did not stop the enemy in this relatively small place, they would not be able to hold it.

Continue to resist and make the ritual complete, or give up the defense and let the enemy, with their numbers and Astartes advantages, strangle them easily. Is there a choice? In fact, the only way before him is to quench thirst with poison. He can only gamble now, betting that the reinforcements will be faster than the ritual.

"God Emperor, my Lord who is the most holy and yang, please guide us in the direction of progress. What should we do?" It was so difficult to fight against his own anger, not to mention that Lord Creedburg had to remain calm. At this time, even he could not help but seek the help of the God Emperor for comfort.

No reaction, this is normal. The God Emperor's appearance is rare, Creed's request is more like comforting himself than praying. "This is the God Emperor's test, and we will definitely pass it! Because this is a symbol of the God Emperor's attention to us!" He denied the existence of the Chaos God to everyone, and turned this supernatural change into a test from the God Emperor.

Whether they believe it or not, this statement can at least reduce some panic. Fighting in the realm of the God Emperor and fighting in the realm of the Chaos God are two completely different concepts. But deception cannot change anything, he must do something. Even if it is a wrong decision, it is better than doing nothing. "Call the Chief Psyker and the Psionic Combat Team."

Yes, the Astra Militarum has its own psychic powers. The Chief Psyker, who reports directly to a senior general of the Astra Militarum, will use psychic power at the necessary time and place under the general's orders to provide necessary psychic support to the front-line troops.

These powerful legal psykers will go through strict screening from the Inquisition, and only those with the most perseverance and strength are qualified to become a combat psyker serving the Astra Militarum. These people's psyker power may not be the strongest, but they can find a rare balance between serving the Emperor and the eternal damnation that plagues them.

Those who successfully graduated from the Imperial School of Psykana (Scholastica Psykana) but were not qualified to join the Astronomican Tribunal, the Inquisition, or become Navigators or Chief Psykers would not be dragged to the Astronomican to be burned. Legal psykers were precious currency, and even if they were not completely safe, they had their own place to go.

——The Astra Militarum Psionic Combat Team. After being connected to each other in some strange way, the Psionic Combat Team can better organize their originally uncontrollable power to fight against the enemies of mankind. When they gather their strength, huge lightning surrounds them, and groans and wails come out from their lips, pouring on the cables wrapped around them.

The next moment, the hull of the armored tank caved in, and the screaming crew members inside were crumpled into a twisted mass like a ration pack in Ogrin's palm. The heretics were ignited by the blazing psychic fire, and the trembling Guards soldiers found that they were protected by a shield of concentrated psychic energy.

At the same time, psychic power is extremely dangerous, and there are countless horror stories about psychic combat teams falling out of control. But the fact is that the Psychic Academy has done its best to reduce the risk of losing control to the lowest, and most of those who have lost control have proven their worth in countless battles.

Now, Lord Creedburg will throw the Chief Psychic and all two Psychic Combat Teams into the Psychic confrontation against this evil ritual, and even if they cannot stop it, they will try to delay the completion of the ritual as much as possible. As long as the reinforcements launch the attack, everything will be fine.

After the last elite escorted the Chief Psychic and all two Psychic combat groups into the front battlefield shrouded in blood mist, a bloody figure crawled out from the wreckage of a Sentinel. It was hard to tell that he was still a human being. Cottle, who had awakened from serious injuries and dying under the power of the Blood God, was engraved with the mark of the Blood God.

Regardless of the process, he killed hundreds of mortal soldiers and an Astartes Terminator on the altar of the Blood God. When hatred drove him, he became an anchor of the Blood God's power in the physical universe. Whether he wanted it or not, it was an established fact that his broken body was repaired by the profane power before death found him.

He seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, but the whistling bombardment and the deafening shouts of killing quickly brought him back to the state - he was on the battlefield, he should go to fight, the power sword shining with the brilliant light of decomposition tore into pieces the two soldiers entangled in front of him, he wanted to say something, "Blood -"

'Never!' A flash of lightning flashed through his chaotic mind, and he remembered something, never, never what? Catching a glimmer of inspiration, he swallowed the words that came out of his mouth, dodged sideways, and then followed up with a vertical chop that split a Chaos rebel with two horns in two. He had some time to recall.

He stared at the purple eyes on the corpse that they shared. 'Purple', 'Cadia', 'Great Rift', a few scattered words popped into his mind, and he saw a face again. It was the face of Abaddon the Great Plunderer!

He remembered his father lifting him up into the night sky. On other worlds, the sky would have been the black of night, the cold white light of tens of thousands of stars, or the strange beauty of a crescent moon. But he was a Cadian, and the sky here was neither black nor starry.

—The Eye of Terror spun, like a terrible scar, staring at him like the eye of a storm. The only points of light in the sky were not stars, but the sun reflecting off the adamantium armor of the Low Earth Orbit Defense System. His father asked him, lifting him higher. 'What do you want to say to him, to this man who hates us all, who wants our world to burn?'

'Never,' he said.

"Never!" he said, "Cadia will stand!" The power sword crackled and pointed at the rebels who were going crazy in the blood mist. He was Kashejin, he was a warrior of the God-Emperor, and he was a Cadian who would never surrender!

Only then did he clearly realize that he was surrounded by hateful traitors, who were looking at him in horror, as if they were looking at some unnatural monster. But he did not hesitate at all, and his laser pistol and the power sword swung with all his strength instantly tore apart the formation of the traitors who were immersed in shock.

He was unexpectedly stronger and more agile than before, and rushed out of the traitors' encirclement as if he was helped by God. But before he could take a good look at what happened to him, a shocking vibration and explosion tore the entire earth apart.

Chapter 31: Saint Celestine

The earth, which was made up of flesh, corpses, and various armor fragments filling up the ruins, was not very solid to begin with. However, such a huge momentum and earth-shattering situation could definitely not be caused by the army's small water pipes. Could it be a direct bombardment from the naval guns in orbit?

Of course not. Before he woke up, the joint orbital bombardment by the Emperor-class battleship and its escort fleet was inexplicably engulfed by the thick blood mist. The tens of thousands of tons of macro cannons and light spears were like nothing, but the slow army artillery could pass through normally. Under the blood mist, it has become a corner of the subspace, a layer of two-way void shield.

Fight magic with magic.

Similarly, psychic power also needs to be countered with psychic power. This is why there are so many psychics who are entrusted with important tasks in an empire that discriminates against psychics. When the chief psychic and two psychic combat teams entered the altar, more than half of them were killed by the accompanying Kashejin team in the fierce psychic backlash.

But also because of this, they obtained the direction of the main body of the ritual from the very beginning - in the chaotic battlefield filled with artillery fire, any physical creation could be destroyed, but if the blood mist covering the entire battlefield was the ritual itself, all the actions of mortals would be meaningless.

For mortals, apart from calling on the God-Emperor, only the blasphemous sorcery that also comes from the warp can interfere with this illusory and invisible thing. Fortunately, before everything slides into the inevitable abyss, a team of psykers who can change this shattered future brings hope.

When the Chief Psyker's scepter, decorated with the Imperial Sky Eagle, shattered a blood mist with a buzzing sound, an inexplicable wave was transmitted to the mind of the Black Legion Librarian hiding above the blood mist and controlling the ritual. "Destroy them," the angel above issued a verdict to the mortals below, "Only Saint Tzeentch."

A mixed force of Astartes and rebels, with sentinel mechas as the assault spearhead, rushed to the rear of the loyalists, and they would destroy the last chance of the loyalists to turn the tables. Those who stayed on the planet had to do this, otherwise they would be trapped and killed on the planet under the endless attacks of mortals without the help of the warp, and this was all the fault of that group of incompetent waste navy.

If the fleet in the void had not been shot down by the False Emperor's lackeys without even a little resistance, they wouldn't have needed to spend so much effort here to set up a problematic and damned Khorne ritual! The death of a group of mortals would not complete the ritual. What really allowed the ritual to proceed was the demise of these Chaos Astartes!

In order to open the gate to leave, enough Chaos Astartes must die in battle. What a damned deadly joke. After the plan he and several captains had conspired to succeed, who would be pushed out as a scapegoat? As wise as he was, he didn't want to be sacrificed for such a small matter after escaping from this hell shrouded in the evil power of the Corpse King.

With this kind of thinking as a guide, it is not surprising that he did some strange things. He could ensure his own safety by weakening the strength of one or more "accomplices" to a level far inferior to his own. He chose a more difficult path and completely wrong intelligence for the third captain and his subordinates.

A chief psychic who was as good as an Astartes think tank, a psychic combat team, and a Kashejin team were not as harmless as he said, "an astropath protected by Kashejin". Add to that the losses of crossing the battlefield, and after strict calculations by him, it was enough for them to complete the mission despite heavy losses.

Tzeentch's tricks are foolproof, but a T-man who doesn't fail is not a qualified T-man. Tzeentch's followers themselves are also the fun of the Lord of Change, aren't they?

When the third company commander and his men cursed the think tank, struggled through the artillery fire and mortal heavy firepower, endured the inexplicable artillery attacks and the unfortunate encounter of running head-on into heavy firepower mortal troops, and left behind twenty-four corpses when they arrived at the designated position which was seventy meters away, they were naturally exposed as more than half of their men were killed.

The purpose of following the think tank's instructions to bypass the fire line of hundreds of meters was only to expose themselves in advance on the gentle slope, seventy meters away from the psychic combat group. When the third captain's stupid brain full of Nurgle soup finally realized that this was a naked betrayal, the psychics who discovered the enemy took the lead in launching an attack.

The power of the psychic energy is so great that with a simple thought, the Chief Psyker can summon psychic lightning that dances around him. Then, with a flick of his finger, these bolts of warp energy are fired at his enemies, burning them and tearing their flesh from their bones.

Even if the enemy is the former Angel of Death, the Chaos Astartes.

Nurgle's evil power granted them strong bodies, but they were no match for the psychic blades that leaped from their staffs and were powerful enough to cut through thick ceramsite steel. The Nurgle warriors easily stepped over the supernatural fire and frost, but the twisted blades like lightning tore the two slow-moving warriors apart on the spot.

They were specially selected and did not even have psykers to counter the attacks from the Imperial Guard psykers. Fortunately, the bolters were as reliable as ever. Although the leading Terminator only had a corruption flail, the long-range firepower of the team's fourteen bolters and two ion guns should not be underestimated.

If it weren't for that damn psychic barrier.

The flickering psychic barrier blocked most of the attacks. In addition to the two ion guns, a series of explosive bombs carrying the Plague of Corruption were embedded on the barrier. Then the elite Kashejin team's counterattack barrage followed one after another, and a Plague Warrior melted in the high temperature in the glory of plasma.

With the firepower coverage and psychic interference of the three sentinel mechas, they were suppressed without the support of heavy artillery and heavy weapons that could make the final blow. But it didn't matter, their servants would soon attack from the flank, and they only needed to pay a small amount of casualties to tear apart this overly powerful Astropath.

When dense gunfire came from the flank as a signal, a Sentinel in front that was spewing deadly flames collapsed with a loud bang, "We will return and kill the false emperor!" The Terminator jumped out of the bunker at an astonishing speed, waving the flail of corruption, and behind him were seventeen plague warriors who were also bathed in the glory of their benevolent father Nurgle.

We are indestructible, we are invincible - it should be so, but why didn't the servants on the flanks launch another attack after the first round? Did they betray me too?

But the charge could not be stopped. They left five corpses behind and rushed into the "flock". The corruption flail easily turned two mortals called Kashejin into pieces. A team of Kashejin, the top mortal troops, was slaughtered in the instant of close combat.

At this time, the Terminator Captain also had time to look south, which was where their servants should launch the attack, and where they should have passed in the optimal solution. At this time, a madman shrouded in blood mist was slaughtering his companions, their servants, "damn Khorne madman".

He turned around and ignored it, but assigned two battle brothers to deal with the madman Kashejin who was indulging in fratricide. Although this would be a little slower, he still had to show his respect for killing five "brothers". Eleven Astartes were enough to clean up the remaining mortals and an Astropath.

But he was wrong. First, it was not a fight between the two, but Cottle was fighting for the God-Emperor, and second, thanks to Tzeentch's companions, he would not be facing an Astropath as he had imagined.

It was not until the explosion overturned the well-protected tent that he discovered that it was a combination of a psychic combat team and the chief psychic. Good news: the ritual had been cracked to a critical step; bad news: the ritual had been cracked to a critical step, and they were being blocked thirty meters away by a guard team composed of ordinary mortals.

He was swinging the Flail of Corruption with all his might. Large swaths of the Imperial Guard were easily shredded by the Astartes' attack, but these weak mortals still did not collapse. They shouted the pseudo-name of the Corpse King and fought, retreating a little but never disintegrating. When the Terminator, covered in blood, crashed into the psychic shield at the end, despair enveloped him - golden light filled his vision.

Golden flames gushed out from the seven orifices of the Corpse King's servants. The dazzling golden light, along with the evil power of the cursed, corroded the father's blessing on him. "No——", the Nurgle Terminator, whose life was sustained by the power of the Warp, naturally fell on the eve of victory after the evil power of the High Heaven collapsed.

My dear father, I have failed your blessing. At the end of his life, a figure shining with golden light was faintly seen rising into the sky with the falling white feathers. The blood mist in the sky slowly dissipated under the shining of the golden light, and what followed was the collapse of the entire ceremony site, that is, the new flesh and blood earth under their feet.

Above the sky, Salmin, who had just landed in low-Earth orbit and was preparing to carry out an orbital airdrop, witnessed the dissipation of the blood mist. He quietly spoke the name of the figure who was wielding holy light in the sky and bringing down sanctions on the enemies of the God-Emperor, "Saint Celestine".

Chapter 32 Let the Galaxy Burn

The Imperial Guard, on the verge of collapse, miraculously stabilized the front line under the most direct display of the God-Emperor's miracle. They fought a bloody battle with the Chaos Astartes and the rebels on the collapsed hill! Under the shining of Saint Celestine's holy light, the five companies of battle sisters who escaped from the warp with her also joined the battlefield.

Salmin watched this scene on the flagship without any joy or sadness. No one knew what he was thinking, just like he didn't know what the Emperor was thinking. If he didn't want the Great Rift to open, why didn't he wait until Chaos touched Cadia before deploying the Living Saint? He had time to ring the bell for the spare ribs, but no time to tell the Custodes, right?