Upon hearing the assistant elf's words, Guilliman showed an expression of enlightenment.
If you think about it carefully, you can actually think clearly.
I had just mastered Terra when I completed the second stage of the mission.
The entire empire was a huge mess and needed to be rebuilt.
There were freaks in various places, and some people were thinking of raising the flag to purge the emperor's side, to destroy him, the biggest traitor after Horus, and to maintain the orthodoxy of the empire.
As regent, he nominally controlled the empire.
In fact, many planets are unwilling to obey his rule.
There were countless nobles who tried to trip him up behind his back.
In the middle stage of the Indomitable Crusade, he not only fought against aliens and traitors, but also those nobles who were unwilling to obey him.
It took so much effort to integrate the empire and re-establish an effective management system.
After completing the third phase of the mission, he had gained actual control.
The entire empire was transformed under the previous iron-fisted measures.
Industry, economy and education have all achieved comprehensive and in-depth development, productivity has greatly increased, and social wealth has skyrocketed.
Through various measures such as eliminating aliens and traitors, redistributing social wealth, narrowing the gap between the rich and the poor, and creating a safe living environment, the fertility rate has also risen sharply.
The population exploded.
The current human empire is definitely the most populous it has ever been.
Today's empire is completely different from the empire of the past.
It’s actually not surprising that the fourth stage of the task can be activated.
Guilliman reviewed the details of the systems certification mission.
Explore five alien universes and five galaxies.
In a sense, this mission requirement is so simple that it seems like a free gift.
It is much simpler and easier than the tasks in the third stage.
The third phase of the mission required Guilliman to bring back all the Primarchs.
It's completely different concept.
The search for the Primarch was so overwhelming that his scalp was tingling, and he had to use some tricks to trick Angron into his grasp.
It took almost a century of expedition to gather a family.
The mission of the fourth stage can be accomplished by simply exploring alien universes and other galaxies.
The alien universe exploration team has already set out, with more than ten teams.
This task will be completed soon.
The requirement to explore other galaxies is a bit difficult.
The Large Magellanic Cloud, which is closest to the Milky Way and has only one twentieth of our mass, is 190,000 light-years away.
If on the day when humans officially colonize the moon, they send a ray of light out of the Milky Way, announcing that humans are heading towards the starry sky.
After mankind's Golden Age and Imperial Age, the Light is still not even halfway there.
It is conceivable how far the distance between the galaxies is.
For humans, whose lifespan is only a hundred years, the world of 190,000 light years away is no longer something they should think about.
Even with the help of the subspace, crossing the uninhabited void that spans hundreds of thousands of light years is still a very dangerous thing.
The warp is chaos.
The less life there is in a place, the more chaotic it is.
There was no way the lighthouse system could navigate the Empire's ships across such long distances.
For this reason, the dangers of exploring other galaxies are no less than those of exploring alien universes.
In people's general perception, traveling to other universes is definitely more dangerous than exploring one's own universe.
The reality is just the opposite.
In the aviation age, humans can easily land on the moon, but they cannot go deep into the seabed or the center of the earth.
Knowing the existence of subspace and having the roads left by previous civilizations, exploring other universes is much easier than traveling to other galaxies.
The human empire can only explore other galaxies on its own.
"Traveling to other galaxies is something that needs to be considered in advance." Guilliman's fingers tapped unconsciously on the back of the throne.
He's considering setting up an entirely new exploration division to coordinate such matters.
The universe is so vast that it would be difficult to achieve in a lifetime to set foot in every corner.
The only thing humans can do is to work hard and strive to find traces of humans in those large supergalaxies that are discovered.
"Human Exploration Division."
The outline of a plan emerged in Guilliman's mind.
The empire needs to continuously send various exploration teams to different galaxies to collect local information and do the preliminary work for the empire's colonization.
This plan had actually always been in his mind.
Expansive civilizations tend to live longer than shrinking ones.
If you stay in a corner, you will definitely be eliminated.
Only constant expansion and expansion is the basis for survival.
An empire should be like a weed, growing in every corner where it can grow and seizing every area that can be seized.
Thinking of this, Guilliman outlined the detailed steps of the plan in his mind, preparing to build a sufficiently strong expedition exploration team.
The Empire's Void Forces popularized celestial-level fortresses not only to increase combat effectiveness, but also to take into account continuous combat in deep space.
If they want to capture other galaxies, the imperial forces must be prepared for a battle that will last for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Fighting in deep space far away from the mother planet and human civilization is the most correct use of celestial-class battleships.
Exploration and conquest have always been twin brothers.
It is impossible to maintain enthusiasm for too long relying solely on the power of the imperial government.
Only by making the people of the empire realize that exploring other galaxies and the universe will bring huge wealth can we establish a cyclical exploration system.
"It's just the fate of a social animal." Guilliman complained. The only happiness of being the emperor of the empire was farming and planning development.
Harem?
Let’s wait until the empire is strong enough to capture those goddesses, otherwise it will be a stupid harem.
The short life span of a mortal woman of just a few hundred years is destined to be a tragedy.
If the other person's life is extended, it will bring about a greater tragedy.
The empire's life extension project will definitely be put on the agenda.
But extending the natural lifespan of humans is not an easy task.
Related to gene recombination and change.
It may take centuries to slowly increase the natural lifespan of humans.
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Standing on the ruined hive city, Abaddon looked at the devastated battlefield nearby.
Dead bodies were everywhere, and blood and body parts clogged the city's sewer system.
Thousands of Legionnaires and millions of mutants, humans, and demons roam the fallen city.
Another planet has fallen to the Black Legion.
Those idiots loyal to Guilliman could do nothing but worry as they watched the planet's orbital defense network slowly fall into darkness.
The Black Legion ravaged the planet with brutal efficiency, killing any who refused to kneel before the great predator.
Experienced war lords personally led their troops to attack each city, destroying the fortresses and trenches that the defenders relied on.
And walking in the front was Abaddon.
In charge of the planet's defence was a woman, a staunch supporter of Guilliman.
She intended to use a fortress to stop the Black Legion.
Such an idea is really too naive.
She led three million men and women who had sworn to protect their homeland and held the fortress to the death.
That woman's abilities were so outstanding that no lord could break in.
Until Abaddon himself broke open the plastic steel door and destroyed the fortress's defensive force field.
The warriors of the Black Legion were able to break into the fortress.
Men and women fought hard to defend their homes.
Disciplined volleys of lasers exploded inside the fortress like strobing star clusters.
Abaddon admired their courage, but unfortunately, they could not change anything.
In front of the Chaos Warriors blessed by the evil god, ordinary people are as fragile as children.
Abaddon, Honsou and the others fought their way into the fortress, leaving only shattered debris and broken arms wherever they passed.
"Big plunderer, one day you will be held accountable."
At the end of the battle, the woman drew a sword and rushed towards Abaddon, but was killed by him with a single blow.
The woman also had two sons, one of whom died in battle protecting his mother, and the other was captured by Abaddon.
The entire planet's inhabitants were massacred, and they only stopped their horrific killings when there was no living person left in the world.
Abaddon watched a column of black smoke rise in the distance, which was the city's power center.
His men were throwing the bodies into the hot fusion energy pile to burn them all.
Muffled sobbing could be heard from behind Abaddon.
A bloody man with both legs broken lay dying in a pool of blood.
He wept for his dead homeland.
Crying for his dead mother.
Crying for his dead brother.
Cry for your dead compatriots.
Abaddon turned his head and looked down at the dying guy.
"Submit to me and you will live. Otherwise, you will be tortured before you die."
"You will only bring about your own destruction." The man said with a cough. His body looked very thin, but his spirit was extremely strong. His tearful eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to devour the big predator in front of him.
"You look ridiculous." Abaddon reached out and lifted him up, as if he were grabbing a tiny ant. "The man you serve is still on Terra, rejoicing over his own victory on the throne of supreme power. He doesn't care about your loyalty, let alone your death."
"You are afraid of him. Even if he is not here, you are still afraid of him. You killed everyone because you knew that this planet would be taken back by the Empire. Your failure is inevitable, Great Plunderer." The painful and dying man showed a happy smile. "You can kill a civilian or ten thousand soldiers, but you will pay the price. I don't need the great emperor to pay attention to me. I will remain loyal to him, even in death."
"You can also kill me. This is the only way you can threaten mortals. You can no longer take people's souls like before, nor can you use us to feed your allies. My soul has long belonged to the great emperor of the empire."
Abaddon looked into the other's eyes. There was sadness and pain in those crying eyes, but no fear of him.
He hated that look.
The Black Legion is no longer feared.
Only hatred and hostility.
Ka! A crisp sound of bone cracking was heard.
The man had his neck broken by Abaddon and was thrown aside.
Abaddon wanted to make this man kneel before him, in order to mock the woman who shouted Guilliman's name and fought to the last moment.
The mother is a fighter for her beliefs, but the son is a servile fighter just to survive.
Unfortunately, Abaddon did not achieve his goal.
The mortals of the Imperium no longer have any fear of the Black Legion.
They were connected together by Guilliman in an inexplicable way.
Even if they die, their souls will be taken away.
This further ensured their loyalty to Guilliman.
"My lord." A voice interrupted Abaddon's meditation. The person who came was his psychic advisor, the Void Prophet - Ashur.
"What's the matter?" Abaddon looked at Ashur and asked.
"The empire is coming." Ashur stroked the skull scepter in his hand.
Several slaves with blasphemous runes carved all over their bodies stood behind him, holding braziers in their hands.
Sensing the confusion in Abaddon's eyes, Ashur took off a skull from his waist and, with a little force, crushed it into bone pieces.
He threw the bone fragments into the brazier and uttered the harsh words of darkness.
More than a dozen priests repeated the story one by one.
With a bang, several strange lights came out of the brazier, and it began to twist as if it was given life.
A huge fleet appeared in the distorted light curtain.
Abaddon saw a burning void battlefield, with floating fragments of warships blessed by the gods.
It was obvious that the enemy was approaching.
Ashur was the first to know of the enemy's arrival through some subspace means.
It is very likely that this message was sent by his servants.
Abaddon knew that many of Ashur's men had split up and were following different fleets.
Wizards are able to communicate through some special witchcraft.
Ashur was an expert at this.
It is not surprising that he knew about the enemy's arrival earlier than others.
"Who leads the team?" Abaddon asked.
"King of Macragge - Calgar, he brought a lot of troops with him."
"It's this guy again. Is there no one left in the Empire to send?"
Recalling the several encounters between myself and the opponent.
Every time he was defeated and had to flee in panic.
The thought of facing off against Calgar again.
Some shadows emerged in Abaddon's heart, but were quickly suppressed by him.
"Where is the troops led by Marvel now?" Abaddon asked.
Hong Suo came out. He knew the most about military deployment.
"He has been leading the cancerous troops behind us. Even Lord Horus should be in their team."
When mentioning Horus' name, Abaddon's expression looked a little unnatural.
Every time people said it, he felt like he was being stepped on and humiliated.
"Since he is so arrogant, let him face the wrath of the Empire." Abaddon said in a deep voice: "I want to see if this so-called god can shake Guilliman and his minions."
"If we let Calgar go like this, will we be held accountable later?" The Void Prophet Ashur showed an ugly expression. That strange god controlled power that was no less than that of the Four Gods. If they were retaliated and held accountable by the other party, the ending would definitely be tragic.
Abaddon smiled.
"I have already lost to Karga twice, and it won't be surprising if I lose once more. Don't worry, it's still unknown whether those guys can return to the Eye of Terror. I am happy to see who wins and who loses in the battle between the two sides."
The high-ranking members of the Black Legion looked at each other and could see each other's astonishment.
Abaddon did not explain.
Instead, he stared at the sky with a sinister smile.
To hell with that bullshit god and all his assholes who want to follow him.
Didn't Yog-Sothoth declare that Guilliman was just a tiny ant that could be crushed to death at will? !
Abaddon felt it necessary to ask the other party to confirm whether the evil god was really as powerful as he boasted.
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Macragge's Glory.
This battleship once belonged to the Primarch, but now it truly belongs to Calgar.
The symbolic significance of this battleship transcends everything. Even Calgar's original Victory Laurel does not have such symbolic significance.
It means that the Primarch has truly handed over the Ultramarines to him.
The Primarch no longer leads his own children.
This was the tacit consensus reached by all the Primarchs.
This was undoubtedly a painful decision for the Chapter and the Primarch.
Several Chapter Masters of the original parent group expressed sadness and pain, but no one questioned the decision.
Everyone knows that doing so is beneficial to the stability of the empire.
Calgar stood by the porthole of the bridge, looking outside.
A fleet that escaped from the Eye of Terror was defeated.
It is their remains that are suspended in the void.
The bodies of the traitors were suspended in space, turning into ice and spinning quietly.
"Humanity is on the brink. Despite the beauty created by the Emperor, the darkness has not completely disappeared. They are hoping that humans will make mistakes again and take the same old path again. Those strange gods are eager to bring humans under their control. If we cannot defeat them successfully, all our efforts will be in vain."
"We live in an unprecedented era. A hero who once passed away but returned becomes the new emperor of mankind, taking on an unimaginable burden. The ancient myths are also returning, fighting alongside humans against the upcoming final test."
"We must win. This is our oath and our belief. Using our lives to protect humanity towards a better future is the meaning of our existence."
Karga clenched his fists and strengthened his inner thoughts.
The Ultramarines are the indestructible spear.
The Ultramarines are an unbreakable shield wall.
They will never let down the Emperor of the Empire.
Never let down humanity.
Abaddon ran out of the Eye of Terror again.
That damn bastard had made him run away so many times.
This time, he would never let the other party escape from his hands again.
The prison of Terra will be the final destination of that traitor.
Like other Primarchs, he became a being reviled by the people of the Empire.
"We have located Abaddon."
The intelligence chief's voice came from the direction of the main control console.
These words made Calgar collect his confused thoughts and turn to walk towards the main console.
The battleship's crew were sitting at their seats, using neural cables to process data and maintain the normal operation of this huge battleship.
Calgar sat on the throne that once belonged to Guilliman.
A floating information window appeared in front of him.
A head fortress covered with flesh, blood and eyeballs appeared on the screen.
It was this strange fortress that the Black Legion had obtained from somewhere.
"Lock onto this fortress. Once you get close, board the fort immediately. I'm going to kill that bastard." Calgar said in a deep voice, "I'm going to knock out all his teeth and show the people of the empire how ridiculous a toothless predator is."
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Accompanied by the flickering and distortion of the dark sky.
The void that was originally as calm as a lake began to ripple.
After a moment, several huge holes were torn in the space-time structure.
The light from another world gushed out from it.
The Empire's ships surged out like a tide.
The Black Legion's ships also turned around, trying to annihilate the Empire before it could stabilize its front.
The two sides soon engaged in a melee.
With its superior firepower and sheer size, the Empire quickly gained the upper hand.
The huge Skull Fortress was also targeted by two celestial-class battleships, which continuously released beams of light capable of destroying a planet.
Under the control of the Black Legion, the Head Fortress continued to counterattack.
Between them, countless small ships fought like a swarm of bees.
Laser beams, missiles, and artillery shells formed a deadly thicket.
The void shields on the ship were constantly lit up, deflecting energy beams that were powerful enough to destroy the city.
Calgar seized the opportunity and launched a boarding operation with the Ultramarines and the warriors of the chapter that followed him.
Prepare to completely crush the Black Legion's resistance.
A tide of Primaris warriors poured into the Skull Fortress with the help of teleportation.
Karga was horrified by what he saw.
Everywhere you look, you can see traces of those profanities.
Countless creatures of the Warp lurk in the dark shadows.
The first to attack them were horned, red-skinned demons.
They were twisted, and their legs, like they were made of sharp knives, were swinging wildly.
His hooves slapped the cabin floor, and the long sword in his hand burned with flames from hell.
The fortress's first line of defense came into close combat with Calgar and his men, and a fierce battle ensued in a short while.
Two tactical squads of the Ultramarines were not far from Calgar, providing cover for the chapter master.
The moment the demons emerged from the smoke and shadows, explosions rained down on them, accompanied by the smell of molten iron and blood.
Karga threw himself into the fight, using his iron fist to smash every enemy that stood in his way.
The combat missions were arranged before the battle began.
Things on the battlefield should be decided by the soldiers.
They know what they should do.
When they believe their sacrifice can bring greater benefits, these soldiers will sacrifice without hesitation.
Karga never had any doubt about this.
He believed in these fighters.
The demon's body was burning with flames, and the flames illuminated the black corridor like pale torches.
The warriors formed into spears and continuously stabbed into their defenses, fired dense barrages at them, and cut off their limbs with swords.
Karga grabbed a demon and grasped its horns, breaking them off alive, and then tore its body apart with extreme brutality.
The demon's body that was torn into two halves was thrown out by him and hit other demons.
Calgar was equipped with a bolter under his gloves. The two demons were directly knocked away by the blessed bullets. Steam burst out of their bodies and they howled in pain.
The Ultramarines cleared out the demons at an extremely efficient speed.
A howling demon was shot with a bolt through its open mouth by a calm warrior.
Along with the sound of explosion, the demon's entire head exploded like a watermelon.
Some demons were knocked to the ground, and the surrounding warriors waved their weapons and slashed at each other.
In just a few breaths, the demon's twisted body turned into a pool of foul-smelling, sticky mud.
Some Chaos Warriors drove their mortal servants to try to stop the Empire's progress.
Unfortunately, nothing can stop the wrath of mankind.
Those Chaos warriors were blown to pieces after just a few encounters.
Those mortal slaves were even worse.
Some of them are descendants of the slaves in the Eye of Terror. They have long forgotten their origins and were tortured by the traitors to the point of losing all will to resist.
Some were mortals coaxed here by the Black Legion from the conquered worlds.
Those fools gave their lives to the devil just to live a few more weeks.
They don't deserve any sympathy.
Loyalty is not an empty word.
It's a vow to protect with one's life.
They should die for the Empire and fight to the last for humanity.
No matter how dangerous the situation is, you should never betray.
Betrayer is never worthy of pity.
Slaves rushed towards the loyalists of the Empire in droves.
The red eyes had long lost their sanity, and the dirty face, covered with marks and tattoos, was twisted and howling in despair.
Karga beat them down without mercy.
"For the great emperor of the empire, traitors must die." Calgar smashed a woman's head with one punch and said in a cold tone.
The servants died one after another, they were too fragile and the Imperial loyalists could easily reduce them to a pile of shattered corpses.
Walking on a road paved with blood and limbs, Calgar and his guards went deeper into the city.
Demons, traitors, slaves, mutants, and the servitors created by the Dark Mechanicus were all ruthlessly destroyed.
There is nothing that can stop them.
Near the depths of the fortress, a group of warriors wearing baroque-style black armor stood in front of them.
Horned helmets wrapped around their heads, blood-red eyepieces flashed an evil light, and in their hands were ancient bolters.
They watched Calga and his group rushing in, ready for battle.
Just as Calgar was about to give the order to kill all these traitors, a voice interrupted him.
"It's been a long time, Lord Macragge."
Calgar looked solemnly towards the direction where the sound came from. Abaddon, wearing Terminator armor, walked out of the darkness. The heavy armor was covered with bone spurs, like a monster that walked out of a nightmare into reality.
"Today is the day you die." Karga said in a deep voice, "Don't think about running away like a coward."
"I have no intention of fighting you, Calgar. On the contrary, I am here to help you. The Black Legion suffered heavy casualties in the battle on the Red Earth Star. Aren't you curious about what kind of power allowed us to recover so quickly?"
"I never believe a traitor," said Calgar. "I know only one thing: you are finished, Abaddon."
Abaddon didn't care about Calgar's threat.
"A new force has entered the galaxy. They are like those disgusting bugs. They don't belong here, but they came here and tried to take over the galaxy. It is with the help of this force that the Black Legion can recover so quickly. Your primary enemy is not me, Calgar. Killing me is meaningless and will only consume the power of you and the empire."
"You have defeated the Black Legion again. You will face the real mastermind next. I hope you can be as tough as you are now. These words are my warning to you. Be careful of the new enemy. I don't want you to die at his hands. Your head belongs to me, Calgar. Remember this."
Abaddon took two steps back, and a thick, sticky black smoke gushed out from the statues on both sides of the hall.
It only took two or three breaths to submerge all the traitors.
By the time Karga realized something and rushed into the thick fog, the other party had disappeared without a trace.
"Abaddon, you are a coward." Calgar roared angrily: "Coward."
Abaddon, who escaped to the Carefree using teleportation magic, gave a mocking smile.
So what if I'm a coward.
The one who survives to the end is the real hero.
The Empire and that damn Yog-Sothoth will just fight each other until they are bloody.
"Let's go." Abaddon didn't care about the fortress he had lost. That thing didn't belong to him in the first place, but to Horus who was controlled by Yog-Sothoth.
The crew of the Carefree activated the battleship's engines to maximum thrust and flew towards the target as originally set.
Abaddon has been searching for ancient weapons that can harm the gods.
Now, he had some clues.
On the edge of the Milky Way, there is an ancient ruin that has been forgotten.
It belongs to a very long time ago.
Perhaps he could find something he needed there.
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Calgar's anger wouldn't change anything.
Once again, Abaddon managed to slyly escape from his grasp.
This is the third time.
After calming down, he ordered his subordinates to install star-destroying bombs on this huge fortress, and then ordered all troops to withdraw from the battlefield.
As the last Primaris warrior evacuated, the huge Skull Fortress was torn apart by the star-destroying bomb. Countless flames spewed along the corridor, engulfing all the enemies who failed to escape.
Calgar, who had returned to Macragge's Glory, was trying to track down Abaddon's whereabouts.
Even if they killed most of the Black Legion's manpower and failed to capture the Great Predator, it cannot be said to be a victory.
In order to deal with Abaddon, the army brought by Calgar was extremely large.
Attack from multiple directions and encircle the Black Legion in order to completely block Abaddon's retreat.
Now, as long as all the forces work together to block the Warp channels and prevent Abaddon from escaping back to the Eye of Terror, the other side will not be able to cause any trouble.
Before Calgar could give the order to search for Abaddon, new news came from other battlefields.
An Imperial Navy fleet tasked with suppressing the Black Legion was annihilated by an unknown force that suddenly intervened in the battlefield.
A total of 20,000 Primaris warriors from the two chapters were killed by the enemy, and the number of casualties among Imperial soldiers reached millions.
It was the heaviest loss since the second emperor of the empire ascended the throne.
This news made Calgar realize that Abaddon was not lying.
A force more terrifying than the Black Legion is seeking to seize control of the galaxy.
"Let that bastard go first." Calgar's expression was extremely grim. "Order all the troops to gather and gather strength to fight against the new enemy."
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On the void battlefield, fragments of warships were floating everywhere.
There are both imperial and enemy ones.
The two mixed together and just floated there, attracted by the gravity of celestial bodies, flying towards the stars, or being pushed away and flying into the dark void.
No matter where they fly, their fate is no longer important.
On the battlefield, there was still one last huge Celestial-class battleship still struggling and trying to escape from the battlefield.
The soldiers guarded all the passages and sniped the enemies who tried to board the ship.
Originally, they were on the verge of victory in encircling the Black Legion, but suddenly, several head fortresses comparable to planets emerged from the edge of the galaxy, reversing the situation.
The powerful imperial warships were also blown up by the enemy forces that far outnumbered them.
On the only remaining Celestial-class battleship, the Empire's defenders were still fighting the enemy.
"No!"
Seven or eight imperial soldiers wearing exoskeletons looked at the green monster in front of them with horrified expressions.
Their weapons fired at each other's bodies with the same futile effect as water guns firing at steel.
The green monster effortlessly beat the group of soldiers into a pile of mud.
Behind that monster, there were other equally huge monsters.
There are green and red ones.
They all have a common name, Hulk.
Under infinite rage, their power is beyond imagination.
The terrified Imperial soldiers saw them tearing the Primaris warriors to pieces alive, and even blowing up a battleship that was dozens of kilometers long.
They were also deployed onto the Celestial-class battleships as the main force for the attack.
Each Hulk is five meters in size and is so huge that it can blow up a Knight Titan with one punch and possesses endless power.
Once thrown into the battlefield, it crushed several lines of defense like a whirlwind.
Wherever they passed, there were only tattered corpses that had been torn apart by them.
The appearance of the Hulks caused the already precarious defense line to collapse.
The warriors of the Lamenters, led by their Chapter Master, Marvin, retreated to the core area.
Another chapter, the Emperor's Scythes, has also retreated to the core area.
All the survivors were forced to the core, relying on the last defensive fortress to block the enemy's attack.
"Fate has never spared us." Thrasius, the Chapter Master of the Emperor's Scythes, looked at the enemies gathering outside the fortress and revealed a bitter smile.
The Scythes of the Emperor suffered as much as the Weepers.
Because the Weepers were founded under a curse, they suffered discrimination and could only fight at the borders of the empire.
Badab's war flagship, they unknowingly sided with the tyrant Huron, which resulted in them being attacked by Imperial loyalists, losing most of their weaponry, and being punished with a 100-year penance expedition.
The Scythes of the Emperor were the chapter responsible for monitoring their expeditions, and the two chapters had forged a deep friendship through many battles.
During the invasion of Hive Fleet Kraken, the Scythes of the Emperor and the Lamenters were nearly annihilated.
The home planet of the Emperor's Scythes, Sotha, fell in the invasion of the Zerg Hive Fleet. In order to cover the retreat of civilians, the Emperor's Scythes held a mountain called the Giant's Casket, but all of them were killed in the battle.
When the Imperium salvaged these two chapters, their situation was just as dire as that of the Astral Knights.
The Scythes of the Emperor only have one last starship left, they have lost all their Terminator armor and do not have any armored vehicles.
The Weepers suffered heavy casualties in successive battles with the Zerg, and those who survived were all injured, and they were only one step away from annihilation.
After a long period of rest and recuperation, they were able to recover and grow stronger.
Like other chapters, they expanded, increasing their strength to ten thousand men.
And placed his home planet on a celestial-class battleship.
This time, it can be said that all the capital accumulated over the past hundred years was invested.
Twenty thousand soldiers were almost all of the two regiments.
If there were not several companies in other troops, I am afraid that these two regiments that had just recovered would have to be expelled.
"We are indeed unlucky. No one expected that there would be such an enemy army." Marvin's tone was equally bitter.
From beginning to end, they had no information about the enemy.
The other party seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
When they surrounded the Black Legion, they were caught off guard.
A sharp howl sounded, and the enemy attacked again like a tide.
The tanks' artillery roared, the Titans were unleashing their fury, and the heavy weapons on the fortress walls were pouring out ammunition.
High-energy grenades and electromagnetic pulse shells exploded in the center of the enemy.
Charging in the front were the twisted tree men.
Vine-like arms that can pierce steel.
Under the intensive firepower, they were shattered into pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.
The corpses left by the enemy in the previous attack were also evaporated by the terrifying firepower of the defenders.
No tree man could break through the fire blockade and reach the defenders.
However, they have completed their mission and advanced a sufficient distance.
In the smoke and blood mist, new enemies took over the tree man's place.
The huge Hulks launched a charge.
The steps of the heavy body shook the battlefield as if it was the end of the world.
"Get ready." Marvin shouted, "For the Emperor, for humanity, and to live up to the Holy Blood."
The Hulks rushed into the Weepers' defense line.
The size and strength of both sides are equally terrifying.
The Hulks were blessed by Yog-Sothoth.
They all originate from one ancestor, Banner, the first incarnation of the Hulk.
The cancerous universe has twisted those heroes.
The Hulk family, led by Dr. Banner, could not escape this tragic ending.
Dr. Banner's family inherited a special genetic gene.
After being exposed to gamma rays, he will transform into Hulk.
For this reason, their entire family has the ability to transform into the Hulk.
After the entire universe was distorted by Yog-Sothoth, the entire Hulk family was also distorted and became slaves of the other side.
There is no doubt that the Hulks are powerful. As their anger increases, their combat power will continue to increase.
The strongest Hulk can even destroy a planet.
The veterans led by Marvin crouched down, raised their shields to activate the force field, and the Heart of the Empire was overloaded, ready to meet the first wave of attacks from the Hulks.
p.s. Happy New Year,