Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

With both sides lacking heavy artillery and air forces, the battle, which was mainly based on close combat and medium- and short-range shooting, was extremely brutal. Whether it was the Chaos believers and followers who were completely immersed in the evil power of the warp, or the Imperial Army who shouted the name of the God-Emperor, they were fighting for something more important than death!

They will never retreat, never hesitate! In this wave of light bullets and bayonets, the more than one hundred Astartes on both sides seemed less important. When the light of the flashlights converged in one place, the heavy ceramic steel power armor was just a folded piece of paper. The mortals who accounted for more than 99% of the total strength of the empire were the cornerstone of the front battlefield of the st Millennium Empire.

This is the bloodiest and most challenging method of warfare for an army's willpower - volley shooting. The narrow gap in the battle line created by the volley of fearless fire is the only key point. Both sides must seize this artificial high ground. Every second, hundreds of real soldiers with bayoneted laser guns in their hands fall down during the charge and become part of the 'high ground'.

At the same time, more warriors roared and rushed forward to block the gap with their flesh and blood! Rush forward and pull the trigger until you fall! If you survive to the end under the gaze of the God Emperor, then pierce the chest of the opponent with your bayonet! Do not hesitate, because we are the warriors of the God Emperor, and dying for the God Emperor is our greatest honor!

From the Chaos Raiders' serial harassment that lasted for more than a year and the blockade of shipping routes for several months to the slow and unstoppable fall of this burning fleet with death and destruction, from the wanton slaughter on the divided battlefield to the final resistance assembled under the command of the God-Emperor's Angel of Death, everyone is longing for a real war, revenge or death in battle!

All sacrifices are valuable, at this moment they are no longer fighting for salary or reward, nor fighting to avoid punishment, nor even fighting for personal honor. Instead, they are fighting as part of a greater collective, for the suffering endured by the human empire for tens of millions of years, and to repay the God-Emperor's sacrifice for mankind!

Two equally tenacious armies carried out their will with the bloodiest and most direct volley shooting charge. Bullets and flames, steel and will clashed here. The flowing blood cast a thick red over the entire battlefield filled with the energy of the subspace. The curtain of the physical universe and the highest heaven was torn apart again.

The scarlet will turned into tentacles. The intensity of the battlefield, which far exceeded the ordinary apocalypse-level battles, had already attracted the attention of the Blood God. The wreckage of more than 800 warships covered the sky. The sinking of each warship was not just the loss of the warship itself. It also meant that the bodies of more than one billion naval and land forces and more than 40,000 Astartes were forever sleeping in this void along with the fleet of warships.

The loss of half a legion, including a Glorious Queen! After the Battle of the Iron Cage, neither the Empire nor the Rebellion could muster such a large force to attack the other side. The sum of the gains and expenditures of Abaddon's twelve expeditions was far less than the blood and death brought about by this battle. Khorne never cared where the blood came from.

What's more, no matter whether Salmin agreed or knew about it, this was a feast presented to Khorne by the Valkyrie, the Eternal Chosen of Khorne. Only the Emperor could share a part of his soul from it. The Blood God's roar of joy resounded through every inch of the Warp.

From another perspective, Salmin, which has no relationship with any existence, is like the moon. Theoretically, it has no sovereignty relationship with any country on Earth, and no country is allowed to enclose land on the moon. But after I plant my flag on this land, does it really not belong to me? Not necessarily.

As for the fact that only five satellites in the world can land on the moon? If you can't land on the moon, it's not because you are not good enough. Can you find the reason from yourself?

But the 'moon' is not a dead thing, and Salmin can attack, not with cute cat punches, but with a sharp blade that can actually cut off the tentacles of the gods.

The dense barrage of eight-mounted 457mm anti-aircraft guns, with their breathtaking roars and screams, accurately cut off the army of Chaos followers from dozens of miles away. Together with the scarlet tentacles or the demon teleporters standing at the back of the battlefield, round after round of steel rain with power far exceeding that of ordinary army heavy artillery, ravaged the Chaos army in explosions.

What followed was an extreme feeling of discomfort as if the soul was being devoured. This was the result of Salmin maximizing the spread of the anti-psychic aura. Blue or pink monsters that were too weak could not even survive in it. Even the corrupted land was killed, and the cracks in the curtain of the warp were smoothed out one by one.

Salmin slowly descended from the sky, and behind her gorgeous and flamboyant metal wings were sonic boom clouds. She came alone, and her high-speed flight capability far exceeded that of the Empire's fighter planes, so units other than the ship girls had no ability to intersperse with her. As her guard, Roan was used by her as a high-level combat force to lead the Dark Angels to rescue civilians in two groups.

The time when she can best utilize her firepower advantage is when she is alone. Even though she knows that there may be many plots and traps of Tzeentch and his subordinates here, she still has the confidence, or arrogance, that she is invincible and can easily crush all conspiracies and covetousness.

Abaddon was not here, which was undoubtedly bad news. The only place with fierce resistance was abandoned so easily, leaving only a group of Chaos followers to cover the rear. The more cautious Abaddon was, the worse it was for her. When a group of Chaos Astartes wanted to massacre civilians, they would definitely not be slower than she was in massacring Chaos Astartes.

Every minute would mean that hundreds of civilians would be sacrificed to the gods in the most cruel way, along with their souls, tainted by the evil power of Chaos. Although Salmin knew that the so-called soul returning to the Golden Throne was just a pleasure for the civilians, there was a world of difference between the soul falling into the warp and being sacrificed to the hands of the four gods!

Souls falling into the Warp is part of the normal ecology of the Warhammer universe. Even before the War in Heaven, the Warp was a peaceful ocean. But the Four Gods are different. As members of the Chaos Octagon, they are the manifestation of extreme emotions. No matter how they are beautified, they will only bring the most disgusting, dirty, and alienated negative impact.

Humans, and all beings living in the physical universe, should fight to the death with Chaos, the absolute enemy rooted in the subspace! The irreconcilable opposition is the best expression of Salmin's own will. This is the essential opposition of life, an absolute dead zone with no room for maneuver!

Since she couldn't directly observe the warp, she knew nothing. The network was so severe that she couldn't even hear the Emperor's phone call. At this time, Salmin didn't understand what the given name or the real name in the Warhammer universe meant. Fortunately, Tzeentch would teach her a lesson soon, so she wouldn't be like a pony.

When Thalmine came like a divine punishment to wipe out the chaos and descended before these miserable soldiers who were seeking atonement and revenge, almost everyone believed that she was a messenger sent by the Emperor. Thalmine, who was eager to find Abaddon's trace, did not bother to refute. Alpharius was also the son of God and a messenger of God, wasn't he?

She casually and normally called over the Dark Angels who were mixed in the crowd, and asked about Abaddon's whereabouts as a matter of course. Then she said that the matter was nothing special, and directly ordered them to take their men to meet up with the large force led by Coswayn, rescue as many civilians as possible from this world, and then flew away.

——and flew away.

The fallen angels were left staring at each other. No, who are you? Fortunately, they knew Koswayn, who was the chief steward of the Lion King and temporarily took over half of the legion. "We seem to have found the organization."

Chapter 51: The Great Secret Keeper

This embarrassing misunderstanding was entirely the fault of the Unforgiven, led by the Dark Angels. They had been searching and capturing Fallen Angels intensively for thousands of years, then silencing or brainwashing all those who knew about the situation. As a result, neither Abaddon nor Salmin had expected to encounter a group of Fallen Angels still fighting for the Emperor and the Lion.

After all, Salmin was not the Lion King, and could not do what he did, who could recall all the past events and accurately call out the corresponding warriors' positions and names just by the symbols on the Dark Angels' armor when he was almost amnesiac. Being able to identify which warband it was based on the paint and the emblem was already the limit for her.

Fallen Angels were so rare that even though Salmin had been using tens of thousands of Dark Angels at will, she had never seen a single real, living Fallen Angel. Therefore, without even thinking about it, Salmin mistakenly identified them as her own subordinates.

In fact, it was not until Salmin once again dragged away with a dazzling wake that the fallen angels of the Osmadil Alliance realized that they seemed to have been "whitewashed" when they held the brand new communicator thrown by Salmin and led the remaining troops to organize the evacuation of civilians.

They wanted to disappear quietly, just like they had done in the past hundred years, constantly fleeing and hiding from their brothers. But that name gave them a new choice.

Those dark angels painted green were no longer the same as before. In order to erase their original sin, the twisted hatred that lasted for ten thousand years forced them to live in seclusion under an assumed name. Because of the disappearance of the Lion King, they became the targets to be erased after their return. But after a hundred years, they heard the familiar name of Coswayn again.

There was an indescribable hope in everyone's heart, and they decided to go and take a look. The former butler of the Lion King and now the famous hero of the Dark Angels could not be simply identified as a fallen angel, right? If so, why not say that the Lion King is also a fallen angel? Is it because he can't be defeated?

Putting this aside, the fleet of the Astartes Legion in the sky was enough to protect them and safely leave this increasingly chaotic planet. In short, tired of such a displaced life, they wanted to take a gamble within a safe range. The road ahead was unknown, but it couldn't get any worse anyway.

Coincidentally, Abaddon on the other side also thought so. This was a disastrous defeat - almost all the warships were destroyed, less than 10% of the Astartes troops were left, and a Titan legion was completely annihilated. It couldn't be worse. He had lost all his autonomy now, so it naturally didn't matter if he temporarily sided with Tzeentch and was controlled by Him.

As long as I admit my weakness, I will be invincible. I just temporarily put aside the crown of Chaos Warmaster and bowed to the truly great existence. Even though he always hated the four gods who caused Horus' death and would not succumb to Chaos like his father, proper cooperation was indispensable for the final realization of his great plan.

He led his troops to capture one manor after another, and then turned them into magic kilns shrouded in the evil power of chaos. Under the hands of powerful wizards who were proficient in blasphemous spells, it didn't take long to turn the noble manors that were already infected by chaos into completely broken portals.

While the demons that emerged from it were sinking into the mortal world of blood and souls, the chaos they created would be the best cover for Abaddon. When you can't compete with the enemy in terms of strength, you just need to run faster than your "friends".

And if you ignore these chaos rituals, big or small, when the final death knell rings, the entire planet and the surrounding star fields will be dragged into the violent waves of the warp and shattered! This is a disgusting and successful move. Salmin must clear all obstacles in the intricate environment of the hive city in a way that does not damage the hive city structure.

She could of course go straight to find Abaddon across the waves of demons, but humans are creatures with extremely strong empathy, even though Salmin had never suffered any hardship... or rather, it was precisely because she had never suffered any hardship that she was particularly angry about it.

This was the first time she had stepped so closely into a city ravaged by Chaos. The purgatory before her was filled with the most inhumane tragedies that exceeded the limits of human endurance. These were the works of the Slaanesh demons that were deliberately summoned to interfere with her thinking.

Slaanesh has never been about lust, the ultimate stimulation they pursue is manifested in pathological sadism and self-abuse. Anyone who associates Slaanesh with lust is absolutely wrong. In terms of the degree of persecution of individuals, the beasts of the Slaanesh family are the real first, even the Empire cannot compare with them!

(But the ultimate 'pure love' is also part of Slaanesh's domain)

Salmin descended to a low altitude, less than a meter above the disgusting streets of the hive. She didn't want to step on the land because the road under her feet was no longer solid. The owner of this Slaanesh stronghold was welcoming her with the most enthusiastic attitude, and the gorgeous human skin carpets were all the freshest.

The Great Secret Keeper used all his skillful hands to preserve the brains and nerves of these young girls. Additional alien vocal organs were perfectly connected beneath their skin, ensuring the most suitable soft touch while playing obscene and varied music according to the pace and frequency.

Two rows of still alive and beating brains are connected to special drugs by enhanced nerves, ensuring that countless pains and pleasures hit the soul of the person who sees this human skin carpet at every moment. This abominable creation will attract the competition of almost all Slaanesh believers and most of the imperial nobles, but definitely not Salmin!

Her body was trembling slightly - this was not excitement, but uncontrollable anger! This blasphemous carpet was just a corner of the collection shown to her by the Great Keeper of Secrets. It was placed in the front just because it was the most "fresh". Even when she was fighting a life-and-death battle with the incarnation of Khorne, she had never experienced such a big fluctuation.

Salmin, who destroyed three portals and slaughtered nearly ten thousand demons, was never stained with a drop of filth, but now, she can no longer suppress the grief and rage in her heart. Only blood can quench this anger!

The one who reacted faster than the Great Keeper of Secrets was Salmin's spear blade. Even though it saw Salmin's rage and the signs of attack, the moment before it predicted the position of Salmin's attack, a new picture had already been projected into its eyes - the six limbs and wings were cut off by a bright silver streak almost at the same time.

Chapter 52: To let go or to kill?

The next moment, the world was spinning. Salmin's boots wrapped in heavy armor stepped heavily on the horns of the Great Secret Keeper and broke them. The remaining force crushed its head into the human skin carpet it had carefully made. Every inch of the carpet shattered into the smallest pieces under the force, and at the same time gave those poor people the fastest relief.

This is the last thing that Salmin can do for them. May their souls return to the Golden Throne, or may their souls completely disintegrate and escape the desperate eternal cycle of reincarnation.

And Salmin's right hand penetrated into the back of the Slaanesh Demon. She exerted force with her feet, grasped and twisted it, and the overly large spine and the tail were twisted off and pulled out from the Slaanesh Demon's head, spurting out blood and all kinds of strange and suspicious things!

After just one encounter, Salmin executed the demon in the most brutal way, bringing it to a near-death state where it could not fight back. But the high-pitched moans and the filth sprayed from its lower body seemed to be the most straightforward mockery. The demon of Slaanesh would always only enjoy pain and torture. The damage in the mortal realm was nothing more than relaxation.

"Gah!" The high-pitched moan turned into an unconscious scream in just a moment. Of course, Salmin knew what kind of scumbags the Slaanesh Daemons were, but mortal methods didn't work, so why not try the power of the anointed weapon? The golden light symbolizing the power of the cursed was more terrifying to the Slaanesh Daemons than a billion Khorne Daemons!

The chaotic evil power that constituted its body's essence was being wiped out by the anointed weapon in the most cruel way, and even its power, its essence, and its important memories were being mercilessly crushed! For the first time, it experienced what pure pain was, a torture without a trace of pleasure.

Pain should be synonymous with joy to the demons of Slaanesh. To humans, it is like the air turning into tiny pieces of glass that participate in breathing. Every minute and every second of daily life becomes the most cruel torture!

No one could accept this change calmly, let alone the Slaanesh demon who was addicted to pleasure. It gave in. Just as Salmin slowly inserted the golden spear into its body and stirred it, but this did not mean that Salmin would stop. When humans wailed and begged for mercy or cursed it and did not give in until the last moment, did it stop?

Anyway, Salmin did not stop until she had circled inside the monster five times before she pulled out her spear, bringing up a string of flesh and internal organs, and turned the huge monster body over. "I ask, you answer, understand?"

The Great Secret Keeper tried his best to lift his six pairs of exposed milky white snow-white nipples to raise his face a little higher, and twitched to give her a twisted and ugly smile, "Yes, my lord." Not only was the smile very forced, but even his beautiful voice kept trembling.

A bit pitiful, pitiful? Salmin thrust his spear down again, leaving a bloody mark on it, "Don't do anything stupid, where is Abaddon?"

Abaddon? This time the Great Keeper of Secrets was really stunned. "No, my lord, it's not Abaddon. I have nothing to do with him—ah!" Salmin was too lazy to listen to this guy's nonsense. He directly pierced a balloon with his spear and kicked it to let the demon know who controlled its life and death. "There are five left."

The charming but cold voice made the Great Secret Keeper tremble all over - does this person have no humanity? Without the slightest hesitation and pity, would the existence of beauty only make this madman more cruel and bloodthirsty? But it did not dare to deceive.

It couldn't even die at this point, and this time it was "worse than death". It had no doubt that when it said the next sentence, it would only face a tragic fate of being tortured to death by having five balloons exploded in a row. It was too familiar with this process, but when these things were about to be applied to it in a real way, it shamefully backed down.

This humiliation even made it unable to hold back and vomit all over the ground. The more terrified the demon, whose six limbs were broken and had no ability to resist, the more excited he became. He went straight to Salmin and raised his spear again - "Wait a minute, let me tell you my real name!"

The golden spear stopped on its delicate skin at the last moment, "Real name?" The taut waist suddenly relaxed, and another fountain made Salmin's face darken again.

"I will tell you my real name! With my real name, you can be sure that everything I said is true. I would never dare to deceive you at all!" If it had not lost its legs, Salmin would have thought it was the kind of shameless demon who would slide on his knees and beg for mercy without hesitation.

But this proposal is indeed beneficial to her, and she is not Guilliman, and she does not have the face to let the big devil tell her nine correct answers. A big devil as an informant and undercover is a very attractive proposal, and it is the most valuable episode for united front work.

This kind of high-level spy who can be sold at will, killed after use, and summoned again for free sounds great, but all the "geniuses" who believe that they can control the power of chaos for their own use will eventually suffer a serious backlash. Those who underestimate the power of chaos will eventually be swallowed by it.

Therefore, Salmin’s choice was, "I agree. In return, I will give you a painless death." It will not be painful, but it does not mean it is not an eternal death. It will use its complete death to commemorate the dead souls. This is the only thing Salmin can do. A life for a life, blood debt for blood!

"Carlos! This is all Carlos's conspiracy. He said that the Lord of Change once mentioned something about you and the Blood God to my Lord. I'm here to 'invite' you to be my guest." Salmin sneered. Invite? To be my guest? He really knows how to talk. He's very detailed and concise, right?

The Grand Keeper of Secrets was a little flustered when he heard the obviously unhappy sneer, and immediately omitted a lot of useless nonsense, "I know where Abaddon is, roughly. I don't know where he is now, but he must be arranging a ritual. This ritual is enough to drag this world into the tide of the warp!"

It struggled to flatter, using all means to beg Salmin to grant it a painless death, and used a mixture of milk and blood to paint a rough map on the ground. "These are the nine important nodes. Apart from this, destroying three more will be enough to destroy the ritual, and Abaddon will definitely be at one of the nine nodes in the ritual."

"Because only through the two-way portals of these nine nodes can one escape from this world after the ceremony begins! If he doesn't want to ascend to a demon and doesn't want his so-called brothers to die, he will definitely wait at the node!" The Great Keeper of Secrets blurted out everything he knew in one breath, his cruel eyes staring at Salmin pitifully, waiting for her judgment.

This was inquiring by real name, the Great Keeper of Secrets could not deceive her at this time, that was enough. It didn't matter what Abaddon wanted to do, as long as she was there, it would not succeed, but it was also a good thing to have enough accurate intelligence. Next, it was the final judgment.

"It's killing—"

The beautiful head spun and flew up, the delicate and deep facial features still had that weak and pitiful expression, without pain. This was the promise of Salmin, but this level of anointed weapon was enough to completely wipe out the Great Demon and kill it forever from the warp. The head rolled on the broken carpet and slowly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

"Vengeance has been taken, may your souls return to the Golden Throne," she said finally.

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Chapter 53: Changing Strategy

Salmin flew high into the sky, and the 457mm barrage destroyed everything, followed by a scorching plasma storm, burning away sin and corruption. The white earth and glass after burning were the purest, and the blood of Om Messiah cleansed everything.

Now that he knew who was behind the plot and what the plan was, Salmin was even more afraid to act recklessly. Carlos, the chief demon of Tzeentch, who was known as the Weaver of Fate. A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow, and this old shady guy must be guarded against.

She didn't even know whether the fact that the Great Secret Keeper knew so many things that he shouldn't know and then confided them to her as a gift package of intelligence was also within Carlos's prediction, or was simply a trap set for her. She hated this feeling, but she had to repeatedly deduce based on the predictions of this intelligence.

Damn Carlos! Salmin really didn't know why this guy wanted to get involved in this mess. Now it seems that it was this birdman who caused the trouble when she led the team to land. She was able to create such a big battle in such a short time, and the official history also recorded the record of capturing Guilliman alive. In fact, she was still a little bit weak.

She was not afraid of psychic energy, but if the entire planet was thrown into the warp, she could transform into the Emperor's Dream and hide before escaping, so as not to become a puff. However, the fleet she deployed around would suffer heavy losses in the sudden wave of warp, and she might even fall to the point where she might lose the 13th Black Crusade.

She couldn't accept this. Therefore, she had to despise the enemy strategically and take him seriously tactically - she had to play it safe. She was already in a deadlock anyway, and couldn't take unnecessary risks for higher returns. Since Salmin would win as long as she didn't make any mistakes, why gamble?

It's just a mining planet. I don't want it. I won't fight a landing battle with you, so I don't need so many warships. After several rounds of simulation, Salmin got a 12.7% chance that this large fleet would be severely damaged, and immediately changed her tactical goal. She only wanted people.

She doesn't even need equipment and supplies. The industrial output value of a mining planet is less than one week's worth of the Scarus star region. The only people she cares about on Jubal are the civilians.

She had already successfully completed her strategic objectives, annihilating almost all of Abaddon's mobile fleet, sinking more than 800 warships, nearly 2,000 transport ships, nearly 40,000 Chaos Astartes, and a legion of renegade Titans. She had already won. Changing the next stage of the tactical goal to Dunkirk would only be a loss of face.

Fortunately, her face is not worth much, and she will never take the 12.7% risk. As for the naval soldiers who have been aroused to fight, what should they do? The Empire lacks everything, but not war. Two jumps from Jubal (entering the stable subspace route twice) is Agrippina, which is just right to reinforce the most vulnerable link of the Cadian Gate war zone.

The remaining Sakura Empire battle fleet and the 40000th Rapid Reaction Fleet will climb from the -kilometer orbital bombing point in low orbit to Jubal's synchronous orbit, an altitude of more than kilometers, and the transportation work will be completed by the escort ships of the two fleets.

According to the 2.8 damaged escort squadrons with a total of 12 frigates that can participate in the transportation work, the maximum speed can reach units, and the round trip time is hours. Including the loading and unloading time, one trip takes about hours.

If each frigate is only transported for a short time, it can carry more than 2740 people at a time. The transport capacity of that round is million people. If Jubal, which has more than billion people, can evacuate half of its people, it will only take days. Is it a lot? Not much, after all, it is billion people.

However, at this time, on the eve of the 73th Black Crusade, a large sector-level main fleet was held back for at least days? This was a very inefficient and even stupid idea, and GW didn't dare to use this excuse!

Tisalmin had to settle the matter of Jubal within a month, or stop occupying precious warships for transportation. Back to the beginning, Salmin had to get enough military or civilian transport ships as soon as possible, and there was only one force in this universe that had this ability - the Mechanicus!

The transportation capacity of Scarus is already very tight. It is not a big deal to transfer dozens of transport ships. Only the Mechanicus of the Agrippina Sector, which is rich and powerful, can afford hundreds or thousands of transport ships that can sail around the Eye of Terror. Therefore, Agrippina will be her next target.

Well, the Sakura Empire Battle Fleet will be transferred back to Skarrus, and the Chaos Fleet will also return to defend Cadia (so weird); the 4th Fast Reaction Fleet will stay in the synchronous orbit of Jubal to prepare for support; the Iris Battle Fleet and the 5th Fast Reaction Fleet will continue to support Agrippina. After prying out all the intelligence from the Great Keeper of Secrets, Salmin immediately made strategic adjustments.

This was no longer a 'game' of hunting Abaddon. Carlos was an enemy she had to treat with caution. This was a war between astonishing wisdom and overwhelming power. Carlos could naturally make plans and win the battle from thousands of miles away, but once he entered within a hundred miles of Salmin... well, if she couldn't take his head in two moves, she could just roll back to Cadia.

Salmin informed that the plan had changed. After the fleet surfaced, she turned to command the army troops that were already fighting in the hive. Compared with the navy, the small-scale army was more dependent on fast and accurate intelligence. As for the navy, she only needed to inform the strategic requirements.

The deployment of the army emphasizes stability and expanding advantages. Since the transportation now needs to be small-scale and long-term through frigates instead of the direct transportation of the main fleet as she initially envisioned, the airport is no longer necessary. However, the army still needs to defend the four main roads from the upper nest to the middle nest and an ultra-heavy freight elevator.

The secondary mission was to accommodate the remaining imperial soldiers and civilians in the upper nest as much as possible, clean up the small and medium-sized demon portals, and assist Salmin in destroying the nine nodes. The reason for assisting in the destruction was that the army forces that were scattered to this extent had lost the ability to fight Abaddon with the help of Carlos.

Astartes just needs to reduce its living space, and in a direct battle with Salmin, he will let the birdman know why the amazing wisdom is not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the powerful force. What the army needs to do now is to take action and give hope to those in the ruins of war.

She had the most direct feeling when she looked down at half of the Hive from a high altitude. This city of more than 100,000 square kilometers, made of steel and concrete, was burning. The ruins almost filled up the streets and open spaces of the past. The damage caused by the crash of the warship, the subsequent bombardment, and the fixed-point orbital bombardment...

Everything has destroyed the hive wantonly. The densely packed iconic spires of the empire pointing to the sky like a gun array were once the only buildings visible from the air, but now only burning ruins and a twisted demonic realm corrupted by the evil power of chaos remain.

There were no signs of this war for the people of Jubal. From the sudden flashes in the starry sky to the endless fighting between two fleets that could easily crush the planet, to the collapse and defeat of Abaddon's fleet, only three days passed.

It had only been a few hours since the fall of the Chaos remnants, and there was no sign of this doomsday for them. In the face of demons and hell, the simple belief in the God-Emperor quickly collapsed, and among the survivors of the initial disaster, countless heretics and Chaos worshippers emerged.

The handling of these guys and the implementation of the specific rescue were not Salmin's business. What she had to do was to destroy the rituals arranged by Carlos and Abaddon one by one according to the map given by the big informer. She didn't have to think about how to counter Carlos' conspiracy - if she killed them all, there would be no worries.

Chapter 54: Fallen Angel - Osmadil

Let’s first ignore Salmin, who has transformed into a god of war and slaughters people mindlessly. No one can match her under the great devil. On this side is Dynasty Warriors, and on the other side is Romance of Three Kingdoms.

Last time, we talked about the Osmadir Alliance, which was the former army of the Lion King. When the former leader died, the army was disbanded. Osmadir was a Terran. He followed the Emperor to pacify the world since Qinghai-Tibet. He won the first battle in the Tarim Basin and killed Akkad. He also cleared the "rebellion" in the Battle of Mount Arara.

In Gramaye, he witnessed the return of Lion, and his gene father swore to them to restore the glory of the First Legion! As a member of the Wind Wing, Osmadiel also swore eternal loyalty to that majestic figure. The Lion King fulfilled his promise, and he led them to defeat all enemies including the Randan aliens, but no one expected the sudden rebellion.

When he followed the Lion and burned thousands of star systems to the ground, returning to Terra to help, he looked in horror at the home planet where he grew up - it was exactly the same as it was during the Terran Unification War, a dry and broken hive world covered with traces of war and blasphemy. But he remained silent, because the Emperor would not be defeated like this, and the Lion still stood by them.

Until the artillery fire of Caliban hit the hearts of the tired army returning home... He only remembered the furious face of the Lion King, and the wrath that shook the sky fell from the sky, just like the home planets of the rebellious primarchs they judged, this boomerang finally stabbed their own heads.

But he still didn't care, his home planet was Terra, he was an orphan, and his only father was the Lion King. He was a vanguard created by the Emperor's genetic engineering, a bloodless and tearless killing machine used in the Unification War. Just like those traitors said, when the Great Crusade is over, they can stop maintaining him and throw him on the side of the road, and he will find food on his own.

His powerful digestive system and detoxification ability allow him to live in the wilderness without human habitation. In the end, all the sins will be buried quietly in his corpse. The acid in his mouth will erase all information and will not cause any trouble to the Emperor. If you are worried, you can also have another battle on Mount Arara.

But it is not like this, destroying everything that the Emperor and the Lion King cherish! This disgusting human empire filled with superstition, barbarism, and ignorance is itself a blasphemy against the Emperor's great achievements, the War of Unification, and the Great Crusade!

The undead from 10,000 years ago could not tolerate the fact that the Lion King had become an ancient legend, a piece of mythology that could only be found in fragments, and had been tampered with as a part of religion. They even tried to call the Emperor a God! The Emperor of Gods?