Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter :

Chapter 378 Abaddon with No Escape (for subscription)

  Dorne stared at the corrupted ship.

  Looking at it appearing inexplicably, and watching it being dragged into the depths of the warp again by the turbulent etheric ocean currents, being drawn closer to the terrible abyss that echoes with terrifying grins.

   Ships like that are not special, there are many of them.

  The empire has salvaged some abandoned ships for the purpose of scientific research.

   Inside there are some corrupted beings entrenched in the darkness of the ship.

  They howled hungrily, and would attack the imperial researchers boarding the ship like crazy, trying to tear all living creatures into pieces.

   Every time those ships are salvaged, extreme care is required.

  No one knows what's inside those ships.

   Those ancient civilizations also had their glory.

   Who knows what horrors the dead wise men will leave in their ships.

  Many ships have lost power, just drifting aimlessly like that, waiting to be completely destroyed one day and become the embers of civilization.

   There are also some ships that will become regular props, moving ghost ships, floating in the subspace like that, they will find new universes, and become weird legends of those creatures.

  They will always be waiting, waiting to be guided back to the real universe one day by those stupid and arrogant people.

   There are also some ships whose systems are intact and still functioning.

  The intelligent control system that lost its owner is still maintaining the integrity of the ship and protecting the database that carries everything in civilization.

  They are floating forever, waiting for a lucky one to get it and inherit the achievements of a civilization.

   In that way, civilization can be passed on.

  The subspace is so special, don't doubt what kind of weird things will happen in it.

   Nothing is impossible.

Everything is possible.

  The subspace can stretch the ship of a second ago to the scale of tens of millions of years, making it quickly decay and collapse.

   Also allows a ship to remain the same all the time.

  The empire got some information from those salvaged ships.

   From it, a story about the destruction of the universe and the destruction of thousands of races was pieced together.

  Chaos invaded this world, erasing all reason and order, and spreading death and destruction to every world.

   When the last sane life dies in despair, the universe is also destroyed.

  Those civilizations have struggled and worked hard.

   They had a lot of victories, and then they lost in the end.

   What Dorn saw from that ship was a tragedy.

  Continuing hundreds of millions of years of history of struggle tragedy.

   That ship was one of a thousand tragedies.

   Race after race wasted away in the confrontation with the universe-eating evil.

  Those civilizations rose and fell, and eventually became the embers of Chaos.

  The Empire has fought for a long time.

   Many victories have been followed by greater fear and insecurity.

  The more the empire develops, the more desperate its people of insight become.

   The tentacles of chaos are everywhere, and they lurk in the mind of every intelligent life.

   Subtly changing everything.

  Countless civilizations have been fooled and kept in captivity.

  Being treated as food without knowing it, on the contrary, they are complacent, proud of the tiny crumbs left by the gods of chaos, and think they are superior to others.

  They ignored the screams of the same kind, lost themselves in the abyss of desire, and became more and more crazy.

  I don't know anything about the coming destruction, so I can only foolishly and blindly make the so-called wise choices according to my short-sightedness, and then suffer so much pain until everything is irreversible.

  Dawn took a deep breath.

  Blood flowed violently in his majestic body.

  Air travels to and from his lungs at several times the speed of an ordinary person.

   Breathing The breath rolled up seems to carry the power of the tide.

   Taking deep breaths again and again, his heart calmed down.

  Dawn worked hard to suppress the emotions in his heart, not to let confusion and fear take root in his heart.

   Fighting against chaos is destined to be a career that he will complete in his life.

  He cannot be overwhelmed by the horrors of the future.

  In order to win this victory, they have paid too much, and there is no turning back.

  His father has fallen, and his soul has been broken into countless pieces, scattered in the universe, and it is still unknown whether he can be resurrected.

   He knows a lot of people are working on it.

  It costs a lot, but the results are very little, and the progress is so slow that people can't do anything.

  Bearing the expectations of hundreds of millions of souls, his brother moved forward with difficulty and made choices cautiously.

  Dorn saw Guilliman's fragility.

  The three Primaris warriors were tight-lipped and did not disclose anything about the injury of the Holy Emperor

  However, the wisdom of a Primarch cannot be underestimated.

  The blood stained on the armor is so bright that it cannot be possessed by corrupted creatures.

  The sacred aura contained in it can only be possessed by a person like the Holy Emperor.

   Obviously, in the battle with the evil **** of the alien universe, Guilliman, the emperor, was injured, and he was seriously injured.

  Dawn didn't know what happened.

   But he had a hunch.

  In that decisive battle, the people of the empire were only one step away from losing Guilliman.

  Guilliman is not an invulnerable, omnipotent **** as his followers think.

  He's going to get hurt.

   dies too.

   This is what Donne is worried about, his brother has too much burden.

  Guilliman showed omnipotence.

  Where he appeared, people already tacitly won, the enemy would lose, and any problems would be solved in the hands of the Holy Emperor.

  The burden was too heavy to allow Guilliman to show any weakness.

  The strength of Guilliman is the source of confidence for the people of the empire and their spiritual pillar.

  If even the Holy Emperor will fail, how can they have the courage to fight against the indescribable evil and monsters.

   This is also the reason why Dawn didn't express his guess.

  He never told anyone about his guesses.

  Guilliman needs to stay strong and look invincible.

   Ryan may have known about this too.

  The male lion also has extraordinary wisdom and the ability to see through everything.

  But Dorn is not worried that Ryan will publicize it.

   Lions are the most secretive of all Primarchs.

  That is the instinct of the sons of Caliban, just like people can breathe through their noses, it has been engraved into their genes.

  The lion also knows why Guilliman concealed his injury!

"No matter how long it lasts, it will end." Evelyn said: "You have created an unprecedented miracle, unified the galaxy, and are about to repair the Eye of Terror. This will be the closest we order creatures have come to success, even if Even the Old Sages will not be better than you."

   "I hope." Don said indifferently.

  The hand covered with armor pressed the shielding switch of the porthole.

  With the hasty sound, the hydraulic device slowly lowered the heavy steel plate, covering the weird void.

  Those terrifying scenes did not shake Donne's powerful heart in the slightest.

   However, he can't keep looking.

  Those scenes are also kind of disgusting.

   At this time, the sound of ticking came.

  A cherub flying in suspension, waving the wings made of silver-white metal, flew to where he was.

  Its eyes released red light, scanning everything in its path.

   When the light touched Dawn's majestic body, it stopped, suspended in the air.

  A man's voice emerges from a brass sounder sewn in place of the mechanical throat.

   "Master Dorne, we still have 16 minutes to reach the Beta PE72 galaxy, which is a war zone, do you need to hold a strategy meeting for you?"

  Dawn frowned.

  The other party did not identify himself, but he still recognized from the voice that it was the voice of the captain in charge of the ship.

   With each word spoken, the metal jaw of the cherub opens and closes.

   When he finished speaking, he suspended there silently, waiting for Dawn's reply.

   "I'll go there right away, enter the relevant information into the master control database, and build a battlefield model for me." Dorn said: "Don't need any redundant descriptions, as long as the data and the parameters of the planet are not needed."

"clear."

  After leaving these words, the cherub turned and flew away, returning to the shrine where he had been, standing beside the icon of the Emperor and the Holy Emperor.

  The message has been transmitted to the strategy room through the ship's communication network.

   No need for cherubs to deliver.

  Using cherubs to communicate is only a religious act.

  Even though Guilliman denied it countless times, the people of the empire have already regarded him as a **** more noble than the emperor by default.

   Religion is the source of rot.

  If there is no firewall, faith is poison wrapped in honey, which will eventually poison human beings themselves.

  With the firewall in place, it doesn't really matter whether religion exists or not.

  Guilliman, who is in charge of the mechanical throne, would have absorbed all human emotions, preventing the warp creatures from continuing to feed on human emotions.

  Guilliman can only guide and admonish religion, let the parliament firmly control the development direction of religion, and guide its development while ensuring the interests of the empire.

   It is not advisable to attack religion in a blind way, and it is very likely that what happened to that idiot Lorgar will repeat.

  A group of people are always looking for something to believe in.

  When the Emperor rejected them, they turned to the evil gods.

   Perfect City is an example.

  Guilliman took away Lorgar's Holy Words, and he is the creator of the propaganda state religion.

  It's shameless to do that.

  But it is a very stupid thing to say honesty, benevolence, and kindness to the traitors of Chaos.

  Dorn supported Guilliman and made public speeches, admitting that Guilliman was the founder of the state religion.

   And Lorgar is just a despicable traitor trying to steal his brother's achievements.

  Dawn glanced thoughtfully at Evelyn who was standing beside her.

  The alliance between humans and the Eldar is well known.

  The gods of the Eldar clan kneel down to the emperor, such a thing is enough to make every citizen of the empire proud of it.

   After all, those pointy-eared arrogances are well known.

  Can make their gods kneel and declare surrender to the human emperor.

  It is no different from letting the people of the empire have a kind of happiness similar to conquering a sexy, hot, black silk skirt, beautiful and charming, protruding and curvy, arrogant and rude female boss.

   Ke Donne is not a layman controlled by emotion.

  Those illusory honors and victories did not move him at all.

   Reason always occupies his mind.

  As the ancient survivors, the Eldar will never be willing to be a vassal race of humans.

  Even if the Eldar race has declined badly, it must not be ignored.

  Anyone who despises the Eldar will eventually reap the consequences.

   "What's the matter? My lord?" Evelyn asked.

   "It's okay." Don turned around and walked towards the strategic command room, "Let's go, we still have a few battles to fight."

  Dorn's location is in the ship's tower.

  Going to the strategy room doesn't take much time.

   You only need to walk to the elevator, and then use the elevator to go down.

   Walking to the corridor, they left the soundproof area.

  The roar of the ship followed.

  The roar of the reactor and the engine was transmitted along the hull structure to the crew's ears.

   This is unavoidable.

  Sound will travel along the solid body.

   It is impossible for the empire to make every area soundproof, as that would be too expensive.

  Limited resources should be spent on firepower and hull sturdiness, not comfort.

   What must be considered in war is always lethality rather than comfort.

  The strategy room is as busy as ever.

  The staff used data cables to connect themselves to the main control center of the ship, reviewing every data and indicator to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the operation of the ship.

   There are files and data pads all over the desktop.

  The servo skull is flying in the air, dragging the long mechanical tentacles, sending the files or authorized data boards to the designated target.

  The center of the strategy room is occupied by a huge holographic projection.

  Staff have entered relevant data into the contemplators.

  In the cone of light, galaxies rotate.

   Planets are spherical, moons are dots, and the asteroid belt is represented by halos.

  Detailed data about celestial objects is hidden behind glowing icons that can be expanded with a single tap.

  The mechanical priest dragged the scarlet robe and walked back and forth around the large holographic projector.

   Either debug the machine or talk to each other in mechanical secret language.

  Dorne walked to the side of the projection, overlooking his kingdom like a god.

  He has the same talent as Perturabo, Primarch of the Iron Warriors.

  They are good at finding weaknesses in data and gleaning information about them.

  The projected light reflected the golden double-headed eagle emblem on the Dorne armor.

   casts shadows over his eye sockets and cheeks again.

  The whole body exudes a calm temperament, like the tranquility in the eye of the storm.

  It took him a few seconds to review the data information in the projection, and quickly analyze the military strength of the empire and the threat level of the enemy.

   "Report to me about the situation on the battlefield." Dorn looked at the military intelligence commander in uniform and said.

  The other party nodded, holding a data pad for instant calculation in his hand.

"There are three planets in the Beta PE72 galaxy, two of which are gas planets, which have been distorted. There is an earth-like planet-Beta PE72-1, which is the main target of the empire's raids. There are currently three battle groups in total, thirty Star Corps, and Two knight orders, one nun order, 2,000 state church priests and 40,000 state church fanatics have joined the battle. There is a celestial class warship located in the outer ring orbit of the galaxy, three light hours away from the battlefield , providing logistical support."

"It's just that the current situation is not optimistic. The local chaos creatures are very stubborn. Several attempts by the imperial forces to deploy anti-subspace anchors have failed. So far only a logistics supply base has been established on Beta PE72-1. It failed to establish a perfect anti-subspace force field."

  Imperial forces are conquering the Beta PE72 galaxy in the name of the Holy Emperor, trying to take a galaxy back from the chaos creatures and place it under the rule of the Holy Emperor.

  The war strategy in the foggy universe is generally very simple.

   Chaos creatures have not established any large-scale forces, like stragglers.

  The imperial forces only need to expel the local Chaos creatures, build an anchor point, and build a protective barrier to allow humans to establish a colonial city in that place.

  Dawn listened to the report while swiping the floating interface to read more information from it.

  The entire universe has been corrupted by Chaos, into the etheric ocean of the Warp.

   Those celestial bodies were also distorted by that indescribable force.

   Planet Beta PE72-1 is like a writhing lump of meat.

  The whole continent grinned like a mouth, revealing huge fangs like mountain peaks, and it looked like it was smiling.

   The planet is bursting with many colors, and the rotten violet and disgusting oil green are the most common.

  Those colors sometimes appear undulating and rippling like the surface of a lake.

   Various grotesque structures stand on the surface of the planet, and those lines change between curved and straight lines, concave and convex, completely opposite, completely contradictory, and incomprehensible.

   The geometry of those constructs is insane.

  Angles are mixed with angles.

   Those things are a mockery of the laws of physics.

   shouldn't be there.

   emerged from the distortions of the warp.

  Those things will corrupt the heart just by looking at them.

  Let its sanity gradually collapse, and eventually become a member of chaotic creatures.

   Fortunately, Guilliman's will protected them even across the universe.

   Allowing Imperial combatants to look directly at those horrors without going mad.

  Beta PE72 stars, the situation is not very good.

  The star that should have been undergoing violent nuclear fusion reactions and releasing high-frequency radiation is now strangely black.

  It was streaked with scarlet, like a hateful, bloodshot eye embedded in the void.

   "This kind of corruption is much more terrifying than the Eye of Terror." Evelyn said in a low voice, "This universe has completely lost its mind and turned into a pus-smelling corpse."

  "The situation in this place is like this. We have to recover this place under the protection of the Holy Emperor. This place should belong to the material world instead of the warp space where those chaotic creatures are raging."

   "It's all warp creation, we have to clean it up before we can colonize this place."

  Several senior executives participating in the meeting are discussing.

  Dawn was silent.

  He has been looking at the distorted beta PE72 galaxy.

   Thinking about your next plan

   It is necessary to repair the webway, repair the firewall, repair the lighthouse, and repair the interface crystal wall to keep the creatures of the subspace out.

  There is a lot of work to do.

  If you simply transport resources from the empire, the burden will be too great.

   To develop the resources of this universe, one cannot rely solely on the mainland of the empire. ,

   A colony without economic returns and the ability to be independent cannot operate for a long time.

  Dawn had a plan in mind, only with the help of Corax.

  He knew that his brother who was good at latent combat was currently in charge of domesticating those demons for use by the empire.

  Demons can be domesticated to become intelligence-gathering imperial spies.

  It seems that there is nothing wrong with being used as a coolie.

  He wants those chaotic creatures to work hard to build a wall to block themselves.

  The battle on the beta PE72 system has been going on for several months.

  For O'Neill of the Executioners, he has been hacking and killing from beginning to end, and the number of those damned Chaos creatures is endless.

   Cut down a chaotic creature, and ten chaotic creatures will rush out.

   And their task is to chop endlessly until all the chaotic creatures in their sights are cut.

  The Imperial Heart and new armor embedded with micro-fusion plasma reactors endow the Executioners with inexhaustible strength.

   As long as the fuel is not used up, they can keep fighting until they die or run out of energy.

  Both are improbable things.

  When they are in crisis, the armored emergency teleporter will transport them to a safe base or a Celestial-class battleship for treatment and armor repair.

  After the treatment is completed, they will be sent to the battlefield again.

   O'Neill was assigned to the second planet in a Beta PE72 galaxy, and his task was to stick to Mars and the gang of mechanical guys to complete their work.

   Those Martian mechs are going to build a statue of the Holy Emperor, build an anti-subspace force field device and a lighthouse.

  Only these three things can allow the empire to establish an anchor point for this galaxy and put those planets under the control of the empire.

  Those chaotic creatures have keen intuition, and once humans show their intention to establish a colony, their offensive will increase.

  Destroy all human devices at all costs to prevent humans from taking away their "homeland".

   In a sense, Chaos Creatures are more like an act of justice to defend their homeland.

  Empires are like invading bandits.

  The problem is that the line between justice and injustice is always blurred.

  Anyone can find their own justification.

   "For the Holy Emperor." A knight standing next to O'Neill yelled through his megaphone.

   Like the Titan Mechs, the mechs owned by the knights have undergone earth-shaking changes.

  Adopts a streamlined design that imitates the human body, and is equipped with various miniaturized Titan weapons and power weapons, with high performance and high maneuverability.

  It is suitable for large-scale and large-scale urban battles, and it can also effectively damage the opponent's small and medium-sized targets and provide fire support for ground troops.

  The neural connection device allows the knights to control the mecha with their own will, making the mecha their second body.

  The battle-crying knight fought a wriggling monster.

  The guy was covered in flicking tentacles and snorkels pumping dirty water.

   Only one tawny eye.

  The monster was very ferocious. Amidst strange howls, it slammed the knight mech with its tentacles and limbs.

   Its limbs whipped and danced wildly, and the heavy sonic boom echoed in the stale and foul air.

  That terrifying force is enough to smash ordinary people into pieces.

  The knight mecha uses the shield to deal with the opponent.

   The ripples from the shield kept fluctuating, but there was no sign of breaking it.

   O'Neill hacked to death the chaotic creature that was close to him. That guy was like a clay figurine that was constantly flowing with muddy water, sticky.

  Those disgusting monsters always have various appearances.

  The monster died howling under O'Neill's tomahawk.

   After scanning the surrounding area, Olney decided to assist the knight in strangling the hideous tentacle monster.

  He raised his bolter and pulled the trigger.

  The bullets in the bolter are specially made, adding materials that restrain chaos creatures.

  Each shot inflicts massive casualties on those hideous creatures.

   Under O'Neill's attack, the monster let out a terrible scream.

  The tan, eyes full of hatred looked at O'Neill, and a tentacle stretched out, flapping the air, trying to kill O'Neill.

   O'Neill used the heart of the empire to launch a teleport and left the original position.

  The tentacle fell with the sound of howling wind, and with the sound of booming, it smashed a deep pit on the rotten surface, right where O'Neill was standing just now.

   The monster let out a strange roar.

   I can't understand it, but I can feel the anger and killing intent in it.

   The monster really wanted to kill O'Neill.

   The raider's bolter hits too hard.

  It squirmed its body, and its big eyes turned around, looking for O'Neal.

  However, when the monster was distracted from dealing with the original warrior, the knight seized the opportunity.

  The mechanical arm covered with smooth armor is very dexterous, capable of making various complex movements like the hands of a knight.

  The mech reached out and pulled out the power spear from its back, and activated it.

  The power field opens amidst the dissatisfied murmurs of the machine soul being awakened.

  The leaping electric light filled the spear with a terrifying aura.

The knight jumped up, seized the opportunity, turned on the propeller from a high place, and with the help of gravity and the thrust released by the propeller, they rushed down in one shock force, piercing the opponent's big eye with the spear middle.

   With one blow, the opponent's entire body was pierced, and the body pierced into the rotting ground.

  The power field shredded the matter that made up the opponent's body, splitting it into the most basic particles.

  The tentacled monster let out a mournful howl.

   Disgusting yellow liquid sprayed out from where the spear pierced.

  The huge body of the monster just fell down like that.

   It sizzled and turned into steam and flowing pus at an extremely fast speed.

   "The target has been killed." The knight shouted: "All glory to the Holy Emperor."

   O'Neill hasn't had time to say anything.

   Another giant tentacle with a distorted face and various nodules rushed out of the mist.

   slammed into the knight's shield.

  The huge impact made him take a few steps back before he could barely stand.

   More monster howls came from the mist.

  It seems that a huge herd is approaching.

  The ground also trembled slightly.

  Some terrifying giant monsters came out of the mist.

  They should belong to the same race.

   Looks scrawny, covered with very shriveled, mummified flesh.

  The color of the body surface is like some kind of rusty metal.

   Limbs disproportionately long and thin.

  Arms as long as legs, terminating in the same five equally bony hands, terminating in hands.

  The neck is slender and slender, connected to a huge mouth full of fangs, without other facial features.

  The tongue is very slender, making a hissing sound in the air.

   Those monsters are hundreds of meters high, and every step makes the ground tremble.

   Hundreds of giant lasers and missiles were released from the artillery position behind O'Neill.

   Cut through the fog.

   Bombarded on the monster.

  A faint halo emerged, blocking all the long-range attacks of the empire.

  The missile exploded in front of the halo, setting off a huge air wave, engulfing everything and sending it flying.

  Flying O'Neill also had to temporarily avoid the impact of the air waves and landed on the ground again.

   "It's a brand new monster again, these **** big mouth monsters."

  The voices of other battle-brothers rang through the comms.

   "Sage, have you done it?" O'Neill raised his bolt gun and shot at the monsters.

  The knight next to him also ran.

  The heavy mech moved flexibly in the gaps of the monster group, using the power spear in his hand to pick up those guys.

  The sound of howling and screaming can be heard endlessly.

   "One hour and twenty-three minutes."

  The voice of the sage is very mechanical, and there is no emotion at all.

   "We can't last that long."

  The knight was knocked into the air.

   The Big Mouth Monster seems to be in control of some kind of space confinement ability.

  The knight failed to manipulate his mech to use teleport to escape before the opponent's slender arm arrived.

  The mecha shell made of neutron-star-density materials dented in that heavy blow.

  The huge body of the mech was also knocked into the air, and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

  O'Neill estimated that the blow that sent the knight mech flying would have at least hundreds of thousands of tons of power, combined with the ability to confine it in space, it would be unsolvable.

  If it weren't for the layer of neutron star material covered on the outer layer of the knight mech, it might be smashed to pieces by just the blow just now.

   Another roar came from the artillery position.

  After conventional weapons failed, the artillerymen switched to other types of attacks.

  Black hole shells exploded in the air one after another.

   Form black holes that swallow all light one by one.

   There were also some fragmented dimensional shells that exploded in the crowd of monsters, and different dimensional transformations tore up the bodies of those chaotic creatures, twisting them into pieces.

  The chant of the Anglican priest followed closely behind.

  During their chants, Guilliman's icon continued to burst into intense radiance, comforting the soldiers of the empire and making the creatures of Chaos scream in pain.

  Those weird monsters with big mouths were not affected.

   They are still moving forward, making all kinds of weird noises from their mouths.

   "For the Holy Emperor."

   "Attack."

"one."

"data error."

  They repeated the battle cries that the soldiers of the empire once uttered, very messy and irregular.

  When the name of the Holy Emperor was shouted from the mouths of those monsters, every fighter in the empire felt offended.

  Their faith was desecrated by those monsters in this way, which is an intolerable evil.

   O'Neill activated his flying ability again, jumped up, and rushed into the sky.

  The bolter in his hand kept shooting at the opponent's mouth full of fangs.

  However, the special explosive bombs that can usually cause a lot of damage to chaotic creatures have no reaction when they hit those monsters with big mouths.

  The explosive bombs exploded on those monsters, but failed to leave a single wound.

  O'Neill activated the chainsaw sword in his hand, and the subatomic sharp saw blade spun at high speed.

   Such a chainsaw sword is enough to cut through the protective barrier created by strong interaction force, and steel is no different from tofu in front of it.

  O'Neill rushed towards the enemy, dodged the opponent's swaying limbs with a flicker, appeared next to the opponent's slender neck, and slashed down with his sword.

   It seems to be cut into rubber, soft and elastic.

  Relying on the sharpness of the subatomic saw blade, O'Neill easily cut open the opponent's body.

  The next second, the opponent's wound healed strangely.

   Almost at the moment of incision, the wound recovered like this.

  Before O'Neill could react to the monster's amazing healing ability, he felt as if his flight was stuck in a quagmire.

   Wanted to launch a teleport to escape, but also found that the response of the Heart of the Empire was much slower than before.

   Space is blocked.

   Requires more calculations to escape.

  The long and thin hand waved over, knocking O'Neal away like a mosquito.

  The heavy force is like being placed in the middle of two battleships, and then the other side turns on all the engines to squeeze.

  The armor is dented.

  Machine Soul screamed in pain.

  The auxiliary system icons projected into the eyes all have red indicators.

   O'Neal was knocked into the air for several kilometers like a cannonball, and then crashed into the ground, making a big crater.

  Even after three times of original cast strengthening, O'Neill felt that he had broken several bones.

   It hurts to move a little.

   Those chaotic creatures howled and rushed forward, biting his feet and hands, trying to tear them into pieces.

   "Mission failed."

   O'Neal didn't want to admit it, but he knew it was the truth.

  Those weird mouth monsters won.

  They have to have the means to deal with those guys before they can launch the next offensive.

  O'Neill just wanted to order the imperial troops to withdraw to the base and give up this mission.

  Intense flashes of light continued to appear on the battlefield.

  A group of Eldar warriors appeared not far from O'Neill.

  Their fighting postures are like dancers, gracefully moving their deadly dance steps among the crazy and chaotic monsters.

  The arcane weapon in his hand shone with psionic brilliance.

  Each swing will disembowel a monster.

   What surprised O'Neill was far from this. In the center of the battlefield, there was an earth-shattering roar.

  A strong giant appeared in front of those monsters with big mouths.

  His body shape is almost the same as those monsters with big mouths. He is also hundreds of meters high, and frightening spiritual energy flames are burning all over his body.

   Even though the distance was far away, O'Neill could recognize that the giant was the Primarch of the Fist of the Empire - Lord Dorn.

  The opponent released his essence.

   Primarchs are born to kill gods.

  The essence of each is extremely powerful, able to fight against those immortal monsters.

  A Primarch himself descends upon the battlefield.

  O'Neill felt extremely excited in his heart.

  If the executioners led by him are traced back, they are also a subgroup of the Imperial Fist, and they can also be regarded as the sons of Dorne.

  The Executioner's origins can be traced back to the Great Crusade.

  The then Captain of the Fists of the Empire - Fafnir Lane was the leader of the first Executioners Chapter.

  Favnir Lann participated in the Great Crusade, and later participated in the Solar War, defending Pluto with Sigismund, and served as the commander of the First Sphere Fleet.

After Horus used the power of the subspace gods to break through the line of defense, he returned to Terra and participated in the battle to defend Terra. He led eighteen thousand Imperial Fist fighters and a large number of non-legion soldiers in charge of the Lions Gate Airport. defense.

   It was eventually besieged by rebels led by traitors such as Keorg, Kahn and Abaddon.

   In the end it was Sigismund who rescued him from the siege of the rebels.

  After the Horus Rebellion, the Legion split.

  He was split out during the third founding of the army, and established the Executioner Corps.

  A Primarch enters the battlefield, and unless the Chaos Gods or those Demon Primarchs personally act, there is absolutely no power that can stop him.

  This universe has lost its value. The Chaos Gods who once invaded this universe have already put their attention on other places, so how can they care about the battle on a planet.

  The Daemon Primarch has now been captured back to Terra.

   Besides, those guys have no way, and it is impossible to cross a universe to help a group of insignificant Chaos creatures.

   A monster with a big mouth was held down by Dawn, and the opponent's head was blown off with a sudden punch.

  The huge monster's body was grabbed by thick and powerful hands, and then pulled violently, the monster's entire body collapsed.

  The remaining monsters with big mouths did not change anything.

  One of the monsters with a big mouth released other attacks, releasing terrible sound waves from the big mouth full of fangs.

  But Dawn punched it into the mouth, and directly penetrated the tough body.

  Amidst several howls, the monster just fell down like that.

  Many imperial troops swarmed up, the weapons in their hands kept chopping at the opponent's body until it was chopped into pieces.

  When Dorne appeared on the battlefield, the situation on the battlefield had already turned to the side of the human empire.

  Amid howls of despair, the tide of crazy monsters gradually thinned out, and some monsters turned around and fled.

  Their homes have been taken away by those humans.

  It is useless to continue fighting.

  Under the protection of Dorn, the Mechanicum completed the construction of the lighthouse, the statue of Guilliman and the anti-subspace device.

  An invisible force field quickly enveloped the entire planet.

  The monsters disintegrated in howling, becoming a searing ball of electric discharge, driven back into the warp by the restored natural iron.

  The mechanical priest and many imperial workers were sent down.

  They operate huge mechanical equipment to consolidate the victory as quickly as possible.

  Build barrier facilities, build fortifications, and further strengthen the control of the empire, forming a virtuous circle of sustainable operation.

  At Dorn's request, the imperial troops captured several Chaos creatures who seemed to have both strength and IQ online.

  At the same time, Dorn also sent someone to contact Corax, planning to ask the other party to help him form a demon labor team.

   Vast, colorful and strange void.

   Abaddon, Bashtor and others fell into a bitter battle.

  The Empire won the Battle of Cadia, but did not stop, and sent troops to chase them all the way, trying to end the legend of the Great Marauder once and for all.

   Abaddon has made all the preparations, but he still underestimated the strength of the empire.

  The Gray Knights and the Black Templar have been hunting him down.

   Needless to say about the former, the Gray Knights have a natural hatred for all demons and traitors, let alone a co-choice of the four gods like Abaddon.

  The Black Templars plan to avenge their first Grand Marshal-Sigismund.

   Originally regarded as a pawn, Calgar, who stabbed the cancerous legion severely, also built a subspace road that cut off the Eye of Terror, and banned all subspace navigation defenses.

   Abaddon was undoubtedly blocked.

   Behind is the Black Templar and the Gray Knight, and in front is Calgar, who hates him so much that he gritted his teeth. He has already made a cage, ready to stuff him in and transport him to Terra.

   It can be said to be a wolf before a tiger.

   A desperate situation within a desperate situation.

  (end of this chapter)