"For Mankind, for the Emperor."
A captain who had been transformed into a half-man, half-machine using the technology of the Mechanicus was roaring hysterically.
He slammed his prosthetic limb on the control console in front of him, and looked at the power director and the mechanical priest in charge of maintaining the power room with red eyes.
"Put all the energy into the propulsion system. Even if I die, I will take them with me."
The battleship is finished.
The void shield reactor was overloaded and explosions occurred in many places on the hull. If it was hit a few more times, it would be completely destroyed.
After giving the order, the captain smiled fanatically and roared out the oath he had made countless times.
"For Mankind, for the Emperor, forward, forward."
At the captain's command, a strong light suddenly burst out from the rear of the battleship that had lost the protection of the Void Shield. The speed of the battleship also increased, and it rushed towards the Chaos ship covered with flesh and blood, trying to die together with the opponent.
The universe and fate have one thing in common, which is that they are both cold, ruthless and cruel.
Unfortunately, the courage of the captain and all the crew members was not rewarded by fate.
The goddess of luck did not lower her eyes to look at this man full of courage and spirit of sacrifice.
As the Chaos ship released dazzling spears of light, the huge warship's hull was directly pierced.
The plasma reactor, which was at its pressure limit, was hit, causing an explosion and flames to spew out along the pipes.
The giant five-kilometer-long battleship was engulfed in a sea of fire and shattered in space.
More than 10,000 human crew members on board were killed and no one survived.
"For humanity and the Emperor." In the sea of fire, the captain shouted out his oath for the last time with all his might.
The destruction of the battleship seems insignificant in the vast space battlefield.
On the vast space battlefield, thousands of warships are fighting.
Countless light spears, plasma beams, container-sized torpedoes, and high-yield nuclear missiles have turned space into a deadly forbidden area.
The war has reached its most desperate moment.
The Imperial fleet launched counterattacks again and again, attempting to regain orbital control of the planet Macragge in order to deliver support to the surface.
They must deliver support before the ground forces are completely defeated, otherwise the end of humanity will be sounded.
The end of the world will surely come.
The tenacious human race will also be destroyed.
... ... ... ... ... .
The surface of Macragge is engulfed in war.
Every city was hit by unimaginable firepower coverage.
The low-Earth orbit was taken away, the artillery positions were lost, and the tank clusters were completely destroyed.
The air fighters are still struggling to avoid being deprived of the final air supremacy by the demon vehicles.
Powerful legionnaires were drafted to guard the sanctuary.
Only the Macragge Guards still fought desperately to defend the city and its civilians.
The civilians trembled and hid behind the defense line built by the wounded guards.
All men and women of appropriate age were drafted to the battlefield.
Women and children desperately awaited the end of the world, silently praying that the Emperor would save them, and also praying that the Emperor would take their souls away after death, so that they would not be tortured in the terrible warp and eventually become terrible monsters.
The most brutal war also broke out in the sanctuary of the Ultramarines.
The fate of this planet and even the entire galaxy will be determined here.
"Stop them." The Chaos warrior, wearing black armor that exuded a strong smell of blood, had cruelty and viciousness in his eyes.
He swung the chainsword that had long stopped turning, and killed all the ordinary soldiers who tried to support him.
Those ordinary soldiers were cut in half like weeds being harvested by a sharp sickle. Their broken bodies fell to the ground, and their blood soaked the surface of the sanctuary.
"For Mankind, for the Emperor."
The cruelty and bloodshed did not scare the soldiers behind. They shouted the only slogan that could give them courage and rushed forward with laser guns in hand, trying to stop these shameful traitors from desecrating this sacred building.
The Chaos Warrior did not stop, he swung his chainsaw sword, broken limbs flew around at will, and the face under the helmet was excited by the killing.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god." After he shouted out his allegiance to the evil god, he suddenly pounced on those ordinary soldiers and reaped their lives wantonly.
The soldiers fought one after another, and their purpose was to buy time for humanity to survive under the watchful eyes of the Emperor.
The battle within the sanctuary was fierce and desperate.
The remaining Ultramarines, Dark Templars, Death Legion, and Battle Sisters have been forced into desperate situations.
The white wings behind Saint Celestine have been broken, and one of her hands has also been severed.
The armor was broken, and the horrible wounds were bleeding sweet blood.
Those battle sisters were either disintegrated under the intensive attacks of plasma cannons and explosive bombs, or torn apart by Chaos warriors and demons.
"Give me strength, grant me victory, and I will serve you and walk the world in your name."
One of Celestine's eyes was bleeding, and she was still silently chanting the name of the Emperor in her heart.
Chaos warriors and demons rushed towards her in groups, but Celestine held the holy sword in her hand without wavering at all.
"For the Emperor, for Mankind."
As she roared, a magnificent golden light burst out. It was the blessing of the Emperor.
Countless demons were blown away by the golden light she emitted.
But soon, more demons and chaos warriors rushed up.
On the chaotic battlefield, Calgar, the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines, roared.
The azure power armor stood out in the chaotic battlefield, making him a target of siege.
His bombs were exhausted, his sword was broken, and only his power glove was still usable.
Peng!
An Ultramarines was blasted to pieces by a Chaos Warrior using a melta cannon in front of him.
The remaining limbs emitted a charred, foul-smelling heat.
"traitor!
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The death of his brother made Calgar's eyes wide open, and he roared like an angry lion.
Seeing his comrades falling one by one, he became crazy and rushed forward waving the power gloves.
After tearing a Chaos Warrior to pieces alive, he turned his head and looked towards the platform.
Next to the static position, the mechanical priest Cawl and those damn aliens were still operating.
"Is it still not possible after all?"
Despair arose in Calgar's heart. They were unable to resurrect the Father of Genes, the great Primarch.
Is it all going to end
Is this the end of the mission
Ten thousand years after the Emperor, the first ruler of the Imperium, sat on the Golden Throne, Abaddon, the second Warmaster of the Four Chaos Gods, launched the Thirteenth Crusade.
With the help of Blackstone Fortress, he successfully destroyed the Cadia Fortress that contained the Eye of Terror, allowing the chaotic power of the Great Rift to sweep across the entire galaxy.
The era of the galaxy's decline has arrived, and the curse has torn the entire galaxy apart.
Countless monsters poured out of the cracks, leaving only death and destruction wherever they passed.
The nightmares of the old dark nights reappear in every world, bringing endless killing and cruel destruction.
The power of destruction has gathered on an unprecedented scale in history. There is no safe place where anyone can escape the disaster.
Countless worlds fell, and countless mortals died wailing under the ravages and torture of demons and the spawn of Chaos.
Humanity is facing its greatest crisis. If they fail again, eternal darkness will cover the entire galaxy.
A grand battle is coming, between good and evil, chaos and order... ...the war will tear the stars apart and destroy everything that people know and are familiar with.
The psychic with the power of prophecy has already revealed despair. There is no future for mankind in this dark and cruel galaxy.
The world will fall into the abyss of despair, and humans will become playthings of the evil gods.
With a loud noise that shook the earth, the sanctuary was hit violently again.
The second wave of Chaos airdrop pods crashed into the sanctuary in flames.
With a strange sound, the airdrop pod opened and hundreds of rebel Space Marines rushed out and joined the battlefield.
They were used as a trump card by the Chaos commander.
A single pinpoint projectile launched onto the battlefield completely overwhelmed the loyalists' defenses.
Despair completely enveloped all the soldiers.
"For Mankind, for the Emperor."
They gave a final, desperate cry, faced death calmly, and vowed to take away as many of the traitors who were besieging the sanctuary as possible.
The darkness has completely enveloped us, the final trumpet of mankind is about to sound, and the end of everything is coming.
When the final life-and-death battle between the two sides is about to begin.
As the winter bell rang, a pure and clear note sounded.
The automatic mechanism emitted a musical sound and opened its dome like the petals of a giant carnivorous plant.
A tall, oppressive body appeared in front of everyone.
After sleeping for ten thousand years, the last light of salvation for mankind, the last hope of the Empire, the thirteenth son of the Emperor, the Primarch Guilliman, who represented loyalty, hope, and benevolence, opened his eyes in front of the two sides who were on the verge of a sword.
He looked at everything in front of him, his eyes revealing confusion and helplessness.
Isn't he playing games
How come I'm here when I open my eyes
A vast ocean of memories flooded back at him, allowing him to understand it all in an instant.
Suddenly, a hundred thousand horses were galloping through my mind.
Oh shit!
Oh shit!
Oh shit!
How can such a thing happen?