Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Carlos was a little confused. Is it possible for a prophecy to have such an accurate probability? Aren't there only two possibilities, right and wrong?

"Sigh, OK—" But this time there was no answer. Salmin was simply showing it and showing off her achievements and victory. She had nothing to say to these demons or big demons. Never listen to the words of the Tzeentch big demon, no matter whether it was true or false. The gun blade fell heavily, interrupting Carlos's last words.

With a handful of blood, the two heads rolled to the ground, and the golden holy flame turned the last trace into a wisp of green smoke. The six invisible chains trembled silently, and then broke inch by inch. All the plans were shattered with the death of the master, and only the suffering that Carlos brought to this planet continued.

In 999.M41, Kalos the Fateweaver, the chief demon of Tzeentch, died on Jubal. Thus, the last obstacle to the th Black Crusade of Thalmin fell under her spear.

Chapter 63: Aftermath

The last obstacle to the Black Crusade fell under her blade.

But all that Carlos left behind was suffering. The dragon flapped its wings and flew over the burning city. All it could see were ruins and fortresses. Fighting, killing, and torture continued to ravage the land - this planet was dead, not only in terms of infrastructure, population, and ecology, but also in a deeper level of destruction and decay.

The mess it left behind was far more than what it seemed. The damage it caused in the subspace field, where it excelled, was more hidden and deadly. As I said before, subspace resistance is a two-way thing, and it might be more clearly expressed in K language.

Salmin is a 10000-point all-resistance big brother with the noblest off-text effect "This card is not affected by the effects of other cards", but whether it is an effect on the player (Alpha-level psychic attack), liberation or as a material (being dragged into the magic domain and filled into puffs), it can bypass the seemingly invincible all-resistance.

While this resistance gave her a great sense of security, it also greatly weakened Salmin's perception of the energy of the warp. She had always been indirectly detecting and tracking these signals through the Emperor's Dream, or her ship's equipment.

Therefore, when the six invisible chains fell off Salmin and the ogre's belated roar resounded between heaven and earth, Salmin was actually still a little confused - she had no idea what Carlos had arranged, but she knew that she almost got tricked.

Carlos died unjustly, because Salmin had never seen through his plan from the beginning to the end. He simply chased him thousands of miles to kill him, and killed the old thief here. When the chain broke, it was Salmin who was shocked and angry. What happened? How did Carlos do it? Even I didn't notice.

But she didn't have time to think any further. The Blood God's roar had even reached her ears through the severely weakened reality veil, and there was also the faint snicker of the Lord of Change. Obviously, Old K didn't like this kind of poaching operation. He stood up and threw a battle axe that was always flowing with blood.

The battle axe crossed all barriers, real or illusory, and finally penetrated straight into the crystal maze that Tzeentch was repairing!

Along with the Warp storm and impact that was so solid that it was dazzling that it broke out in an instant, most of the Crystal Labyrinth was once again wiped out from the Tzeentch Realm. But when Saint Tzeentch withdrew his gaze and laughter from the Brass Throne, everything was as if nothing had happened - the time of the Crystal Labyrinth went back to before Khorne threw the axe!

The demons of the ninth power of the ninth power solidified their bodies from the void again, and once again invested their infinite lives into the infinite repair. Tzeentch stopped spying and mocking, and gave a generous reward to Carlos, the clown and director who presented this good show to Him. He was not picky, and all fun and changes were what Tzeentch loved.

The only thing left of the battle axe was the eight legions of Khorne warriors who were teleported to the realm of Tzeentch. They would use blood and slaughter to open another war. Khorne was just venting his anger at being fooled. Without the guidance of the soul of the true god who transcended time and proved eternal, such a blow, no matter how horrible, could not really harm the realm of another true god.

But the physical universe was not so lucky. A faint glow penetrated the curtain of reality and cut through the sky—even Salmin, who was almost disconnected from the Internet, could see it! The bloody trace extended all the way, and a cruiser and two escort ships disappeared in the sudden fire. The crack was connected to the star of Jubal.

Stars have always been the physical cosmic bodies that are closest to the Warp. In extreme cases, they can not only be seen from the Warp, but even their performance in the physical universe will change. And this is undoubtedly the most extreme case. No matter what the name of this Jubal-1 star was before, it will have a new name.

——The blood-red mark was like a real battle axe, splitting the outermost armor of the corona, which was three times the radius of the star, more than 1 million kilometers thick, and millions of degrees hot! The deep, visible blood-red crack made Jubal- look like a single eye hanging high in the sky, weird, and shocking enough to make people want to surrender to such a great power.

Salmin was also confused. Damn, is old Biden so powerful?

That bright, blood-red vertical eye did not need any words to prove His power. The escaping solar storm alone was enough to wash the decks of his remaining two fleets. They had to evacuate.

What's more, she was a little scared. Just because the reality veil was severely weakened, Khorne opened her eyes (really opened her eyes). Thalmin didn't even know that this was just the aftermath of the prank among the four gods. She only knew that she had to run away.

Thinking back to the warp chains entangled on her body, it was just that the reality veil was severely weakened, and Carlos was able to bypass her almost magic-immune warp resistance. She didn't want to gamble whether the four gods outside the Supreme Heavenly Demon Realm could get her drunk into a puff. She had no interest in Alzheimer's disease.

This planet is no longer suitable for her to stay. She knows that her value is enough for the true God to take action. Once the reality curtain is broken, what awaits her is no longer as simple as fighting against the great demons and the demon army. Although it seems that it is as easy for Salmin to kill the great demon as to kill a chicken, the power of the true God is absolutely beyond human reach.

Even the Emperor of the 30th Millennium is nothing but a weak infant in front of the Four Gods, and the Eldar gods are just sturdier toys. Thalmin compares herself to Horus of the Four Gods only to illustrate her absolute suppression power over ordinary Primarchs. She has no intention of challenging the Emperor, so how dare she confront the Four Gods head-on in the Warp realm?

She has always had a clear understanding of her own strength. In the physical universe, the Emperor is sitting on the toilet, and the God of Laughter is waiting for the God of Death to carry her. As long as she doesn't mess with those Star Gods or the overly complete fragments of Star Gods, she can do whatever she wants. No matter whether it is a big demon, a primarch or other strange things, they can't do anything to her.

But the warp was different. Just now, right in front of her, the angry Khorne crossed the veil of reality and used the magic of nature to create a galactic wonder that was enough to make all witnesses receive a round of extinction orders! She couldn't even think of victory at this moment. The power of the surface and even the weak explosion star that she was proud of was so small.

All she could do now was to estimate how long it would take for the solar storm to reach the surface of Jubal, how long they would have to evacuate, and how to deploy in the face of this major change... The responsibilities she carried did not allow her to be the slightest bit cowardly, let alone escape.

Chapter 64: Eternal Blood and Tears

The only good news was that with the death of Carlos, everything he had arranged in Jubal became a bubble in the water, and there was no one on this planet who could resist the imperial fleet. Under the command of Salmin, the mountain-like warships tore through the sky and slowly descended, and the vast shadow they cast was the last chance of survival.

The thick void shields of the Imperial battleships completely destroyed the last of the atmospheric structure. The roaring macro cannons and anti-aircraft firepower directly cut a boundary between death and destruction on the battlefield. The demon legions of the four gods were unable to break through this terrifying firepower network while attacking each other.

The firepower of these ship-borne heavy artillery far exceeds that of any Titan Legion. An Emperor-class Titan possessed by the bloodthirsty demon of Khorne! In other Apocalypse battlefields, it may take countless sacrifices and blood and tears to exile it. Here, even the Salmin does not need to take action. The macro cannons falling from low altitudes recklessly destroy all enemies who dare to show up.

At this distance, even the Imperial warships' extremely accurate macro cannons can achieve a hit rate of almost 80%. And this will be fatal. The macro cannons weakened by the strange red fog are still unstoppable to the Titan's void shield. The barrier that can ignore several Imperial Guard heavy artillery regiments is now extremely fragile.

The God Machine encountered a being far more majestic than it—the caliber of the battleship's main guns on the side was even greater than that of the Emperor-class Titan itself. When the roaring battleships entered the interior of the planet, they were the true masters of the battlefield!

In fact, even without considering the risk to the warships, the fact that they entered the interior of the planet was no less than an order of extermination. For the Empire, what difference was there between a planet with an almost completely destroyed atmospheric structure and a desolate world?

But now, no one cares about the fate of this planet. Khorne has personally issued an extermination order for Jubal. The terrible solar storm will completely engulf this mining planet and the entire battlefield debris around it in two weeks. All actions must be completed within twelve days, and finally, they will leave this dying star region through the webway gate.

The landing site, which was directly burned by the ship-borne light spears, was unprecedentedly spacious. Millions of civilians were gathered here, guarded by naval soldiers and a small number of Astartes Legions. Even with such a tight schedule, they had to go through rounds of screening.

Some people may say that this is a waste of time and life, and if you are going to save people, you must be fast enough. But this is the Warhammer universe, and the first thing Salmin must do is to make sure that the people he rescues are really the ones who should be saved, not the Genestealers or Chaos believers. Otherwise, he will pay a more tragic price.

Everyone was forced to show their hair, anyone with a bald head or a wig was searched, and tens of thousands of Genestealers were pinned to the ground and shot, knowingly or unknowingly. No matter how human-like they were, the bone plates on their heads would still reveal their identities.

Compared to the more hidden Chaos infection, ferreting them out is already the easiest difficulty. Unlike those crazy Chaos believers who can be identified at a glance, the civilians who are corrupted by the evil power of Chaos often don't know that they have fallen into the abyss, and most of them are even devout believers of the God-Emperor.

Their souls are haunted by the demons swirling in the Warp, an unfair tug-of-war that depends on individual will - every victory of humanity cannot change anything, but a single defeat is enough for the demons to take over their bodies. Therefore, it can even be said with certainty that Chaos corruption is inevitable for them.

As for such a group of poor people, all Salmin can do is to destroy them as much as possible along with their souls to ensure that death will not be the beginning of another nightmare for them.

The return of souls to the Golden Throne is not an empty promise. But the Emperor's remaining power is often only enough to protect a very small number of loyal souls from falling into the turbulent waves of the Warp. For most Imperials, this is just a blessing.

The end of eternity, it might be a good thing to get out of this cesspool.

Amid the rumbling of artillery in the sky and the burning flames of dozens of defense lines, this bloody rescue will continue until the sun rises for the 12th time. Oh, now it is no longer called Jubal-1. Eternal Blood and Tears is watching this broken planet surrounded by war. It projects only malice.

Far below, the surface of one part of Jubal's hive was covered by a forest of spikes made of torture racks. Thousands of twisted but complete bodies were squeezed and entangled in the elegant but bloodstained crosses and forks, like vines wrapped around wooden stakes.

Of course, there are fresh grapes on the vines. The bitter skin is peeled off, revealing the more tender pink flesh. The too hard fruit (bone) and core (skeleton) that affect the taste and beauty are skillfully picked out, and the red juice flows along the exquisite slide made of crystal into the wine glass of the monarch here.

It was like a huge and terrible vineyard, with rows of crucified bodies pouring out terrible blood wine into the earth. The victims were trapped between life and death, their bodies drained of blood, but they retained enough clarity of mind to feel their own pain... and joy.

They were servants of the God of Pleasure, cultists and agitators who surrendered to their master's noble servants with the extravagant hope of endless indulgence and pleasure, but ended up like this.

The blood wine also watered the wood that grew on the steel. The branches stretched out, overflowing with pleasant vitality, and emerged from their skins. The winding green roots merged into their bodies, and the warm green leaves twisted their limbs and embellished them into a crown of flesh and blood. Except for pain and beauty, there was no trace of humanity left.

Under the command of a silent signal, the ground began to boil. Bizarre creatures crawled out from the corners. They were twisted, terrifying demons with dazzling colors and hundreds of decibels of screams. Even among their own kind, they were considered weird!

Some of them had long tentacles, and faces with huge crops all over their headless torsos. The evil creatures that could barely be called crabs were dotted all over their torsos, sprayed with all kinds of overly bright and sticky paints that made people physically uncomfortable; others had bloated, stalk-like bodies, and multiple pairs of odd but asymmetrical crab claws that kept knocking, making bursts of loud noises - everything was filled with the most intense malice.

The most twisted, beautiful elements deliberately stacked into monsters that break through the limits of human beings! Each of them is a shining and colorful image in hell, but they are just pale shadows from their masters.

The Great Keeper of Secrets, the maker of the first wine, the demon of pleasure - Dionysus the Great Slaanesh, attendant of the god of indulgence and pleasure.

Chapter 65: Imperial Naval Aviation, Attack!

This wave of low-level Slaanesh demons surged like the raging fire of Qiantang River. Driven by the will of their master, they screamed in hunger, overflowed, and pounded on the rocks!

However, the Dark Angels are not known for their counterattacks like their cousins, the Imperial Fists, but that doesn't mean they are not good at it, or that you can find the shadow of any other legion in the First Legion, which is the predecessor of the tactical accumulation of the 20 legions of the Empire.

And the reason why the Legion is called a Legion is definitely not just because of the number of people. The Fallen Angel Osmadel led a team of Fallen Angels following the Spartan Assault Transport. For this True Dark Angel veteran who had been alone in the galaxy ten thousand years later for more than four hundred years, he seemed to have returned to the glorious days when he gathered under the Lion's tent.

The ones who were truly leading the way at the forefront of the battle were not the Mastodons and Flying Blades of the Terrorwing, but the hundreds of Fury interceptors and Predator bombers that had complete air superiority. They were the first to arrive at the battlefield. The dive-and-rise Fury fleets were able to spray countless heavy bombs and lasers during every window.

What kind of horrible scene would it be if these sixty to seventy meter long space interceptors, like an aerial yacht, were used to destroy enemy aircraft and even starship armor and poured their terrifying firepower on the army? The enemies at every attack point were almost cleared out, and then, accompanied by sporadic plasma bombs, the indescribable wave of Slaanesh's low-level demons was cut off in half.

The Predator bombers continued to move deeper under the cover of the furious fleet. The hundreds of thousands of tons of bombs they carried were enough to completely destroy the portal node. When Salmin returned to the starship to command the evacuation, the only ones who could take on this important task were those who could launch attacks from within the Hive Void Shield.

From the sky, the demon tide continued to surge to the ground, so that it looked like a sea with demon skin. The dense so-called anti-aircraft firepower coming from the ground was nothing to these imperial fighters with heavy armor protection.

Until six crystal chains wrapped with vines buzzed out from the ground and spiraled into an elegant and twisted birdcage.

It was not a cage made of the chains themselves, but more like the chains completed his body, which was even faster than the speed of the Empire's fighter planes. Therefore, even though the Empire's naval aviation began to maneuver and dodge the chains as soon as they appeared, more than 20 fighter planes were trapped in this small space.

The transparent barrier held them like flies in amber. Then came the winding vines, still with their lush green leaves, showing them the terrifying side of plants. They bound them tightly, and even the heavy ceramsite armor succumbed to these evil warp products, just like the prisoners on the ground.

But unlike those Slaanesh followers whose brains were damaged by the evil power of Chaos, every pilot of the Imperial Navy was an elite who graduated from the Fourth Academy. When they were completely entangled by the vines and the strange immobilization lost its effect, the flashing explosions that came one after another lit up the mist that had risen at an unknown time without hesitation.

The soldiers of the Empire are never afraid of death. They are only afraid that their actions will bring disgrace to the Supreme Golden Throne!

With such a will, what the hell can defeat them! Even if the body can be destroyed and the soul can be twisted, the loyal servants of the Emperor will never succumb to Chaos!

They directly detonated the bombs in the bomb bays or under the wings. In the bright blue-gold flames, the whistling wind conveyed the final will of these weak but resolute mortals - "For the Emperor!"

A corner of the bright purple fog was lit up, and the light obtained by the sacrifice of mortals marked the dome of the majestic crystal birdcage that was thousands of meters high and covered by vines. That was enough, and the next step would be the revenge of the Imperial Navy.

The bright flames in the strange scene were so conspicuous, and the flames of the plasma bomb detonating the plasma engine were far more intense than the plasma bomb itself. "Stop the fire coverage, target C6, G12 area, three waves of saturation strikes! Repeat, target C6, G12 area, three waves of saturation strikes!"

After noticing this precious signal, the officers and men of the Navy were finally able to play their due role again, instead of using the precious single-shot delivery volume for large-scale carpet bombing. This was not to destroy industrial facilities, and the key to attacking a fortress was to concentrate firepower and carry out a small-scale saturation strike.

The Predator bomber is a large strategic bomber of the Imperial Navy that focuses on ground bombing. Yes, even a simple planetary fighter is a complete member of the Imperial Navy's combat sequence. Except for the Valkyrie gunboat, the Imperial Guard is prohibited from owning all types of combat aircraft.

But correspondingly, Salmin was able to use his absolute advantage to exert the terrifying destructive power of the Imperial Navy. Just three rounds of inaccurate saturation bombing, under the destruction of bombs with a pure mass of more than 300 tons, the terrifying explosion equivalent to million tons of TNT completely destroyed the birdcage with the void shield attached and most of the core area!

Even the demon army, which was not made of flesh and blood, could not survive the explosion that could be seen from the other side of the hive. The human body was not strong, and the magic weapon that allowed this race to dominate the galaxy and ravage all other races was not the Astartes, who numbered at most 1.5 million. The real confidence of the empire was the terrifying firepower that far exceeded that of other races in the galaxy!

(In fact, the more important but invisible advantage is that for humans, there are four evil gods, but for other aliens, there are five evil gods. In particular, one of them has the most powerful power - there are humans everywhere.)

The dense fog had completely dissipated under the impact, the exquisite and majestic birdcage was completely sublimated in the explosion, and the twisted and profane flesh and blood vineyard... were all purified in the flames and explosions. All that was left was the portal node that was once woven in solid steel and still stood in the void.

There was also the Slaanesh demon Dionysus who poked his head out from it, no longer elegant and unbridled. The Imperial Navy tried to organize two more rounds of attacks, dropping more than a dozen fighter planes but gaining nothing - the door was illusory, existing in the gap between reality and the subspace, and was just an image anchored on the surface of the planet.

The next task is no longer the work of the Imperial Navy, or the mortal warriors, their mission has been perfectly completed. Completely destroying the portal node and beheading the Slaanesh Daemon should be the Emperor's Angel of Death, the honor of the Astartes who are eager for honor and war.

Chapter 66: Legion and Steel

While the naval forces were launching their offensive deep into the enemy territory, the Astartes were not idle either.

The Astartes Legion is the sharpest spearhead of humanity in the Great Crusade. Unlike the Astartes Chapter, which existed almost as a high-level special forces in the 40th Millennium, they have a complete set of systematic tactics. Especially the Dark Angels, who doesn't know the six-winged reputation?

The Dreadwing, equipped with a large amount of super-heavy armor, is the most prominent presence on the battlefield. Even after thousands of years of version changes, the iron wall of the three Mastodon super-heavy assault vehicles with joint void shields is still a desperate fortress that cannot be broken through on the local battlefield.

This combined void shield, which was stronger than the average Warlord-class Titan, was invincible when it steadily advanced towards the demon army. The only Titan-class unit on the demon side, the Khorne Bloodthirster possessed by the Emperor-class Titan, had been reduced to ashes by the firepower of the ship-borne light spears. Today's demon army has no Titan-class firepower that can try to overload the void shield.

As for destroying it in close combat. Oh, are you kidding me? The Mastodon itself is a super troop carrier specially used by the Astartes. It can carry two Dreadnoughts and 40 fully armed Astartes and join the battlefield at the fastest speed and intact.

Not to mention the other armored forces that work with them, such as the Sikaran battle tanks, the Flying Blade super-heavy tanks, and the numerous Wind Wing Astartes elite infantry cover forces. Not all imperial forces fight alone with abstract armored vehicles like the Squidwards.

While forming a one-way, insurmountable Wall of Sighs with three mastodons as the strategic core, don't forget that the Dreadwing has always been famous for its heavy armored assaults and is an extinction force with full offensiveness.

The Flying Blade Super Heavy Tank is one of their signature weapons. As a powerful war engine designed by the Martian Mechanicum during the Age of Strife, the Flying Blade is equipped with one of the most powerful incendiary weapons ever, the Incendiary Mortar. This powerful cannon perfectly integrates the incendiary ability to kill both single and group enemies.

It can incinerate a terrifying alien behemoth in one go or destroy all but the most heavily armored vehicles and bunkers, or spray thousands of unarmored or lightly armored enemies with deadly orange-red bullets. Their only drawback may be that they are too expensive. Except for the Dark Angels or Salamanders, even the wealthy Astartes Legion cannot afford to equip them in large quantities.

At this time, among the 27 Flying Blade super-heavy tanks that the Dark Angels Legion put into battle, there were even three Terrorwing special-purpose Flying Blades equipped with vortex cannons (the same dimensional distortion cannon as the Eldar, which can even ignore the void shield's D cannon)!

How could the flesh and blood of the devil stop this torrent of steel! How could it stop it!

The so-called advance turned into a one-sided harvest, with the Mastodon's siege melt array and explosive mortars wiping out any demons who dared to gather and resist. It was just a difference of a few dozen times in numbers - the enemy not only refused to surrender, but also dared to fight back against us?

The fallen angel Osmadir has proved in the bloody battle of more than ten hours that the extra four hundred years have not been wasted. At this time, they are standing further ahead, fighting side by side with Kratos as a member of the Dark Angel Wind Wing again. It's back, everything is back! With tears in his eyes, he once again proudly shouted the battle cry that he will never forget -

"For the Lion!"

Osmadir never thought that one day he would actually be able to shout out the "nightmare" that had been buried deep in his memory... again. As if to vent all the resentment that he had been hiding for more than 400 years, the never-overheated plasma exploded the two ugly and twisted demons 400 to 500 meters away from him.

Kratos is a special infantry support tank, so it is also the Astartes tank that Osmadel was most familiar with. In addition to fighting in narrow special spaces where heavy weapons cannot be deployed, the appearance of a Kratos is the best choice to boost the morale of the Wind Wing warriors.

Even though she was gradually phased out by the newly discovered, faster Predator tanks in the later stages of the Great Crusade, she was still an irreplaceable source of support for Almades, who had survived the Unification Wars.

Being slow has its advantages. When fighting with Mastodon and Flying Blade Super Heavy Tank, the overly light Baal Predator is not a good choice. At the same time, the high-explosive shells of the Kratos Battle Cannon she is equipped with are also suitable for destroying light-armored enemies such as Slaanesh Demons that are light and large in area.

As the middle section of the assault spearhead, the flank blade where Kratos is located is no longer completely protected by the Mastodon Joint Void Shield. What they need here is a larger area of ​​large-scale firepower strikes. Even if Kratos' high-explosive bombs are good enough, there are still many Slaanesh demons who can break into the Dark Angels battle formation.

Now it was the turn of the Windwing and the Deathwing Terminators standing in front. The difference between the Astartes Legion and the mortal army was not only in their larger size. If the Slaanesh demons really thought that passing through the dense firepower network would mean victory, they would be too naive.

Osmadir took off the heavy boarding shield from his back, and the blue-white arcs jumping on the old power sword illuminated his shoulder armor embellished with honors. Veteran of the Unification War, Captain of the First Assault Squadron of the Second Company of the First Legion, Overlord of the Dark Angels Wind Wing, Lord of the Fifth Fleet of the Dark Angels Legion!

I once fought as the Emperor's sharpest blade, conquered the galaxy with my genetic father, Lion, and experienced the most desperate conflicts and cruelties. The former god of war has become a remnant of the larvae, with his fangs loose and his blade covered in dust.

But the glory of the past will always flow in my blood! The jumping bag lifted his body slightly, and the broad knight's sword swung down heavily. The demon riding a strange warhorse was knocked away by him with his spear at the first sight. With one sword, both the man and the horse were shattered!

"For the Lion!"

The blade flew and blocked another javelin. This sword was an ancient relic from the Dark Age of Technology, and its powerful decomposition field emitted a burning substance. He rushed forward, swinging the sword in an arc, slashing at the demons crawling out of the still burning crater, and cut through three blasphemous bodies with one blow.

Kratos's battle cannon roared past, tearing apart the advancing demons. After the heavy flamethrowers on the vehicles were replaced with a new round of fuel, they once again formed a wall of fire that blocked all living things. In just two minutes, no subsequent demons could break through the newly rebuilt firepower network.

Osmadir finally used his shield to knock a twisted, bloated demon aside. The small tear from the blade could not cause fatal damage to it, but the plasma of the battle brothers would grant it eternal death, and bright blue flames engulfed the fat body.

These brief encounters were the only trouble the Slaanesh Daemons could cause the Dark Angels. Relying on their infinite numbers, the lesser Daemons, who had no morale, could force the Astartes into close combat with their flesh and blood, but this was ultimately just a last-ditch effort.

Chapter 67: Ron and Slaanesh

Even though the Slaanesh demons repeatedly used flesh and blood to consume and break through the firepower network, the casualties they actually caused were only in the double digits. During this time, the mechanized Dark Angels Legion was able to push the front line forward nearly 100 kilometers.

The Dark Angels Ravenwing warriors, who were flying at a very low altitude, using Stormbirds as gunboats and air shields, could even see the huge hole in the structure of the hive city that was bombed by the saturation bombing of the Empire's naval aviation. It was less than 300 kilometers, which only took six hours for the Dark Angels.

It's not a march, it's an attack! They have enough confidence and strength to advance 300 kilometers in six hours, and this confidence comes largely from the girl at the forefront of the Dark Angels. Or rather, it's a beast in a girl's skin!