Both sides have their own reasons for their concerns.
The orcs have become a major threat to the empire.
If an orc emperor appeared, there might really be a terrifying force that could rival the human empire.
After thinking for a moment, Dante decided to target Magnus.
He had never experienced the era of the Orc Emperor.
At most, he had fought with those orc warlords.
Compared to the incomprehensible chaos, Dante believes that the orcs' behavior patterns are predictable and easier to deal with.
What's more, the Empire is no longer what it used to be, and even if the Beast War were to happen again, it would not necessarily suffer any loss.
After the Battle of Baal, Dante gained a deep understanding of how terrifying the Empire's current military strength is.
The extremely powerful Imperial fleet had such terrifying firepower that it could be described as brutal and unreasonable.
On the void battlefield, Dante felt that even the Undead could not gain any advantage.
Besides, humans once defeated the Orc Empire which had its own emperor.
The Chaos Gods have never been defeated.
It is clear who poses a greater threat.
Dante firmly believed that even if the orc warlord evolved into an orc emperor, humans could defeat him.
Magnus was a far greater threat.
Behind him is a Chaos God who is so powerful that it is beyond comprehension.
Those horrific existences cannot be understood from any common sense perspective.
If the other party were allowed to enter the real universe, who knows what kind of storm would be set off.
Perhaps, the entire galaxy will be dragged into the warp and become a paradise for Chaos monsters.
"Let's go and defeat Magnus." Dante looked around at everyone and said, "We can't let the Lord of Change descend into the real universe. Those terrifying beings will drag the entire galaxy into the abyss."
Mephiston smiled, this was exactly what he wanted.
Several company commanders who wanted to go to support the Armageddon battlefield sighed, but they did not express any anger. This was Dante's order and they had to obey.
"Go and prepare. Bring new soldiers and various new weapons and equipment. This is the first battle of the reorganized Blood Angels. I don't want any mistakes to happen. We must defeat Magnus and thwart his conspiracy."
Dante's voice overwhelmed the buzzing sound of the machinery and reached everyone's ears.
Many captains, priests, and think tanks of the Blood Angels Chapter saluted him.
Then they left the temple, leaving Dante alone.
Dante closed his eyes and took a deep breath, staring at the sculpture of Sanguinius.
The noble face carved in stone looked even more melancholy and sad in the candlelight.
"When can we reunite with you, Archangel?" Dante said in his heart.
Guilliman promised to bring the Archangel back.
But he didn't tell the exact time.
Dante also knew that it was not easy to accomplish this, but he still felt that time was passing very slowly.
If Guilliman hadn't promised, he wouldn't have had so many thoughts.
Dante sighed, turned and walked out.
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The City of Angels stands on the surface of Baal, with lush vegetation and people living and working in peace and contentment.
Outside the City of Angels, many places are still uninhabited wilderness.
Many technicians of the Mechanicus have made changes to the environment of the entire planet of Baal, trying to make Baal a planet suitable for human survival.
However, desertification in Bal is so serious.
It is not so easy to completely govern this planet.
Even though a lot of resources have been invested, many places still remain desertified.
Tils and others were carrying out their mission in a desolate red desert.
No one knows how that piece of land came about.
All we know is that those bizarrely shaped weathered rock pillars were already standing there before humans took control of the planet.
At first glance, the vast cloudless sky and the red Gobi desert horizon are connected, with a clear distinction between the two.
There are abandoned old buildings everywhere in the Gobi Desert, exuding a sense of sadness as if they have been washed away and defeated by time.
Tilth's team is clearing the area for the remaining Tyranids.
The Zerg invasion has been thwarted.
Under the multi-dimensional attack of the Empire, the shadow created by the hive mind also dissipated, and the will also retreated with the Zerg who fled in panic.
However, there are still some Tyranid creatures remaining in the Baal galaxy, active in harsh environments, waiting for the Hive Mind to counterattack again.
Those Tyranid creatures have extremely strong survival abilities and terrifying reproductive abilities, and they also have very strong autonomy.
Even without the control of the Hive Mind, these Tyranid creatures are still a huge threat.
The Blood Angels must destroy them.
Otherwise, after a while, the surface of the earth will be filled with minions of the Tyranid creatures.
This kind of task would naturally be given to a team with new members like Tils.
Use this kind of battle to hone them.
"Separate and advance using combat formation No. 1." Sullens shouted.
Tiles started running. The servo system burst out with powerful force under the drive of his will, making his movements as fast as the wind.
The mask in front of him displayed various messy details and target information, guiding his actions.
With a roar, the explosive bomb burst out from the barrel with flames, and the air was stirred up with ripples.
They hit their target and exploded.
The yellow dust was swept up by the airflow of the explosion.
Amid the smoke and dust, screams of unknown creatures were heard.
Tiles's tactical data pad showed a pale yellow outline.
The target is revealed to be a monster with six limbs and a huge crown.
A monster collapsed in its own corrosive blood.
After struggling for a bit, it became completely motionless.
Kill confirmed.
A prompt popped up on the tactics screen.
Another warrior roared, threw away the grenade in his hand, and engaged in close combat with a Tyranid creature with a chainsword in hand.
The Tyranid creatures are very fast, but they are still inferior to the Primaris warriors.
After a fierce battle, the warrior used the chainsaw sword in his hand to break the opponent's biological shell and split it in half alive.
Tils fired two shots at the place where the tactical radar indicated there was an enemy. One shot hit the enemy and the other had no feedback.
"Damn bugs." He said angrily, his red eyes revealing his anger.
With a sense of crisis in his heart, Tiles jumped to the side.
A stream of burning liquid hissed at the spot where he had just been, leaving traces of charring and corrosion on the sandstone.
This was followed by a shrill alarm.
A scythe-like claw suddenly swung out, cutting off a piece of rock directly.
The Zerg warrior failed to hit the target with his attack and let out a roar.
Tils drew out his weapon, pressed the switch, and the monomolecular teeth of the chainsaw sword began to rotate at high speed.
The weapons in the hands of the Zerg warriors were very strange. Tils was not unfamiliar with them. They were symbiote weapons.
The weapons in their hands are also another kind of Tyranid creature, which grows together with the Tyranid creature.
It has its own eyes and a mouth that can be closed.
Inside is a long, retractable mouthpart with sharp spikes.
Once you are hit, the consequences will be disastrous.
Before Tiles became an angel, he had seen these monsters killing people when he participated in the defense of Baal.
The mouthpart stabbed out suddenly, taking the life of a soldier in an instant.
Such symbiote weapons are very difficult to deal with. Not only do you have to deal with the Zerg warriors' swings, but you also have to deal with the attacks of the symbiote weapons.
The Zerg warrior roared, his eyes filled with hatred for Tirs.
The biological shell on its chest had been broken, and bright green liquid continued to flow out from the damaged area.
The upper left shoulder was also blown off.
Tiles knew it was his masterpiece.
Although the two bombs just now did not kill the Tyranid creature, they did cause severe damage to it.
The Tyranid warriors launched their attack, and the heavy footsteps shook the ground.
Tils gritted his teeth and rushed forward. Taking advantage of the brief gap, he pulled the trigger and fired the only three remaining bullets at the opponent, then threw away the grenade launcher.
The explosive bomb hit the sac of the Tyranid warrior's weapon, blowing away a large mass of flesh and blood. Corrosive liquid flowed out of the wound, corrosive to the surface in an instant.
The sand was dissolved and white steam rolled out.
The symbiote weapon in the Tyranid warrior's hand made a painful sound.
The wriggling mouth opened, and the slimy mouthparts extended, with a sharp thorn at the tip.
As the Tyranid warriors chopped and hacked, they attacked Tirs together.
Tils dodged an attack from his opponent and swung his chainsaw sword down fiercely.
The heavy biological symbiote weapon was chopped off alive, causing it to let out a shrill scream.
The Terran warrior's other claw was extremely fast and changed direction in an instant, attacking Tirs.
A layer of transparent light shield emerged, repelling the sharp claws of the Tyranid warriors.
The opponent's attack only left faint ripples on it.
Tiles didn't hesitate at all. His powerful nervous system allowed him to react in milliseconds.
He swung the chainsword in his hand and slashed at the Tyranid warrior.
Break the opponent's claws and then stab the opponent's chest with a sword.
The creature's shell was broken, and the high-speed rotating chainsaw sword caused the Tyranid warrior to scream miserably.
Tiles pulled it out of the opponent's chest, then chopped off the huge head with one sword.
"I thought I had to help you." Surens came over, bent down on one knee, picked up Tils's gun and handed it to Tils.
"This body is very powerful. The Tyranids are no match for me," said Tils.
"Of course. The power armor, tactical radar, and Primaris surgery you received are much better than before." Sullens said with a smile: "In the past, there was a great risk of failure in the surgery to become an angel. Your batch has a 100% success rate. Just for this reason, you are much luckier than your previous brothers."
While listening to the other party's words, Tils loaded the ammunition of the grenade launcher.
The sound of the suspended gunboat's engine came from the air, accompanied by the roar of heavy artillery, and the Tyranid creature's nest that had just been marked was covered by dense artillery fire.
A massive explosion shook the desert, and the remaining Tyranids died under the might of the Empire's guns.
He was interrupted by a transmission that suddenly came into Sullens' personal database.
"After we take care of this nest, we have to go back." Su Luns took a look at the information in the communication and spoke.
Tiles looked puzzled. "So fast this time?"
"There are new instructions. We have to report to the airport. The Blood Angels are preparing for an expedition." said Surens.
"What about those Tyranids in Baal?" asked Tils.
"They are no longer a threat. Leave them to the new recruits. They also need the first battle to hone themselves." Sullens smiled and said, "Just like you, they will mature in battle. In that case, they will not feel fear or cowardice when they join a bigger war. The battle you fought is just a small test, Tirs. Soon, you will face the real enemy."
"Come on, let's go back. It's time to enjoy some good food and wine. Perhaps you can listen to the story on Yale's warship about the Imperial Regent slaying the orc warlord with a sword. He was there at the time and witnessed it with his own eyes."
"That is his most proud story. As a witness, he would repeat it to us at every banquet. We have heard it so many times that we are tired of it, but you should be very interested in it."
Tiles also smiled, "Then I really need to listen to it."
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"Where is this place?"
Standing on the bridge, Chagatai looked at the void filled with light spears and shells, which had turned into a deadly zone, and showed a trace of worry.
The two fleets are engaged in battle.
It is clear at a glance who is a friendly force and who is an enemy.
The Imperial ships had golden double eagles etched on the sides and bows of their hulls, which shone brightly under the flashes of battlefield shells and spears.
The Chaos ships were the embodiment of terror and nightmare, their massive hulls covered in wriggling living tissue and tentacles.
Chagatai had no idea how deeply corrupted those ships had become.
But he still felt a trace of sadness in his heart.
The Emperor's dream was shattered.
By now, Chagatai was also in confusion.
He knew that the Emperor had very little humanity left, and that humanity would soon face another crisis.
A crisis that could wipe out an entire race.
When that time comes, where will humanity go
The gods' wild laughter echoed throughout the world, as if mocking humanity's inability to escape its predetermined fate.
The long war made Chagatai feel a little depressed and tired.
No matter what I do, it feels like there is no way to defeat those primordial gods.
The battleship he was on was feeding him information on the battlefield and was updating the star map database.
A purple scar runs through the galaxy.
This scar did not exist before he left.
It is obvious that humanity is facing an unprecedented crisis.
Chagatai felt endless malice in that scar.
It destroyed the galaxy and strengthened the influence of the gods in the real world.
Chagatai couldn't help but worry about the current empire.
He has been gone for ten thousand years.
What has the empire become today
Decayed, depraved, and unbearable.
Chagatai had no doubt about how bad human nature could be. It was a very dangerous thing to leave such a huge empire to be controlled by mortals.
Their short-sightedness and stupidity are destined to cause the entire race to repeat the same mistakes.
"Who are you?"
A message in the imperial standard format entered the database of the Chagatai warship.
Several imperial ships were turning towards the warship where Chagatai was.
The warships of Jaghatai and his followers had been in the Warp for too long.
Even with a strong will to protect it, the ship was still inevitably distorted.
Their warships are like ghost ships from the Age of Discovery.
Exuding a strange atmosphere.
White flames were coming out of the huge hull, and it was moving at an incredible speed, as swift as a falcon.
If not for the golden double-headed eagle on the hull still shining brightly, it would have been attacked by the Imperial fleet long ago.
"I am your ally." Chagatai responded to the inquiring ship.
"Tell me your number, or do something to prove what you said?" the other party sent another inquiry.
After thinking for a moment, Chagatai opened the communication and said, "I am Chagatai Khan, one of the Primarchs of the Empire, and your ally. Open your communication and verify my identity."
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No one believed this was true.
But it really happened.
The return of a Primarch was so sudden.
The many naval commanders in charge of the Void Campaign in the Pandor Galaxy watched Chagatai board the ship's landing deck surrounded by many flaming warriors, with only horror and shock in their eyes.
Those warriors burning with flames were just like the cursed warriors they had encountered before. Their bodies were covered in flames, but they would not burn anything.
Those flames will only harm demons or creatures of the Warp.
"Who is the supreme commander among you?" Chagatai didn't care about the surprise in those people's eyes. He asked the people in front of him calmly.
"I, I command this naval force in the name of the Imperial Regent Guilliman. I have in my hand a document signed by him personally." A sturdy officer with metal prosthetics and electronic eyes walked out.
Chagatai was stunned for a moment. The Imperial Regent - Guilliman?
Could it be that he has returned too?
It seems that a lot has happened in the empire after so many years.
But now is not the time to think about this.
First repel the Chaos forces, then ask the Empire about what has happened in the past ten thousand years.
"Very well. What is your name?" Jaghatai asked. "I require your aid in the name of my brother Guilliman."
"Taga, Master Primarch." The admiral said, "Admiral of the Imperial Navy, serving in the Admiralty of Ultramar."
"Very good, Tagha, can you tell me about the current battle situation?" Chagatai asked.
"It is my honor, Master Primarch." Taga extended his hand and made a gesture to lead the way: "Please follow me, Master Primarch."
The landing deck is not far from the highest command strategy room.
After some time, Chagatai and Taga entered the strategic room.
A holographic projection also appeared.
"We are currently in the edge world of Ultramar, the Pandor system. This place is very close to the Ghoul Stars, which is the headquarters of the Plague God. Many planets have been corrupted by the Plague God, and the residents there have become his minions."
"More importantly, our destroyed ships will be transformed into biological ships by the enemy. The longer the war lasts, the greater the number of enemies will be, which puts us in a passive position. We have to withdraw if there is any damage and can continue to fight after repairs are completed. The ground troops are also suffering. There are plague rain, poison fog, and various zombies. The dead are constantly infected by the plague and become one of them. The more we fight, the more there are. As a result, we dare not launch an attack at all. We can only defend and fight a war of attrition with the enemy."
"Who leads them?" Chagatai asked. "What do you know about them?"
"It is said that it was a demon primarch named Mortarion, a cursed name." Taga said, "We can only suppress their attack with powerful firepower. Any attempt to thwart their boarding battle has failed. The poison gas on the Endurance and the power of the demon primarch left us with no way to break through. If it weren't for the perfect defense system of the Pandor system, I'm afraid we would have lost this system long ago."
Chagatai frowned slightly and repeated the name of the enemy leader.
"Mortarion?"
"Yes, Mortarion," said Taga.
"Leave him to me. You guys be prepared to fight back." Chagatai Khan stroked the hilt of the sword in his hand and said firmly, "Trust me, we will be able to repel them this time."
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Endurance.
Mortarion felt annoyed when he heard the news of yet another failed attack.
The firepower of both the human empire's void defense and ground forces is too fierce.
In addition, several Primaris Chapters took turns to be stationed in the Pandor system.
And those guys have no moral principles.
As long as you see yourself, call for support from Titan Mech and Knight Mech.
It's Perturabo's disgusting stuff.
It's just about using firepower to pile up people, and not engaging in close combat at all.
That bastard Guilliman has led people astray.
Instead of fighting in close combat, he chose to use fire coverage.
Mortarion considered himself a Primarch, and even ascended to the level of a demon, blessed by the God of Plague.
But he couldn't withstand the siege of Titans and Knights.
As a result, he has never been able to break through.
Even though there were a large number of zombies, the battle was still very frustrating.
I can't even jump onto the board.
The shields of the ships under the Corpse King's command were incredibly strong and there was no way to break them.
Even if a gap is created, the enemy will retreat extremely quickly and will soon retreat into their own camp, relying on the powerful void defense system to recuperate.
If he can't break through the Panduo galaxy, he will not be able to complete his established plan.
There is no way to corrupt all of Ultramar.
"I will lead a sharp knife team to break through." Mortarion said: "We can't delay any longer, we must break the situation as soon as possible, otherwise, I will become a laughing stock of Typhons."
"Wouldn't that be too dangerous?" said the adjutant. "Not long ago, we detected an abnormal subspace fluctuation, which is likely to be the Corpse King's cursed army. If you act rashly, you may attract..."
"Hmph, what's so dangerous? As long as Guilliman doesn't come in person, who can be my opponent among those Corpse King's lackeys? Relying on those damn living saints?" Mortarion said unhappily, "If Guilliman doesn't come out, who can be my opponent? They are all just garbage. If I find a chance, I can blow them up with one hand."