Dorn stared at the corrupted ship.
Watching it appear inexplicably, and then watching it being swept away by the surging ether currents and drawn into the depths of the subspace again, being pulled closer to the terrifying abyss that echoed with terrifying grins.
Ships like that are not special, there are many of them.
The Empire has salvaged some abandoned ships for scientific research purposes.
There are corrupted creatures lurking in the dark recesses of the ship.
They howled hungrily and would attack the Imperial researchers who came aboard like crazy, wanting to tear all living things into pieces.
Every time we salvage those ships, we need to be extremely careful.
No one knows what is inside those ships.
Those ancient civilizations also had their glory.
Who knows what horrors those lost wise men left behind in their ships.
Many ships have lost power and are drifting aimlessly, waiting to be completely destroyed one day and become the remnants of civilization.
Some ships will also become rule-based props, becoming moving ghost ships, floating in the subspace. They will find new universes and become strange legends of those creatures.
They will keep waiting, waiting for the day when they will be guided back to the real universe by those stupid and arrogant people.
Some of the ships' systems remain intact and are still functioning.
The intelligent control system that has lost its owner is still maintaining the integrity of the ship and protecting the database that carries everything about civilization.
They float forever, waiting for someone lucky enough to get them and inherit the fruits of a civilization.
In that way, civilization can be passed on.
The subspace is so special that there is no doubt that strange things will happen in it.
Nothing is impossible.
Everything is possible.
The subspace can stretch a ship from one second ago to a scale of tens of millions of years, causing it to decay and collapse quickly.
It can also allow a ship to maintain its original appearance.
The Empire gained some information from the salvaged ships.
From it, a story was pieced together about the destruction of the universe and the extinction of countless races.
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 will be destroyed.
Those civilizations once fought and tried hard.
They had a lot of wins, but ultimately they failed.
What Dorn saw from that ship was a tragedy.
A tragic history of struggle that has continued for billions of years.
That ship was just one tragedy among thousands.
One race after another was lost in the evil confrontation that devoured the entire universe.
Those civilizations rose and fell, ultimately becoming the remnants of Chaos's play.
The Empire fought for a long time.
There have been many victories, but they have been followed by even greater fear and insecurity.
The more the empire grew, the more desperate its wise men became.
The tentacles of Chaos are everywhere, lurking in the minds of every intelligent life.
Everything is changing subtly.
Countless civilizations have been fooled and kept in captivity.
They are used as food without realizing it, but instead they are complacent, proud of the tiny crumbs left behind by the Chaos Gods, and think they are superior to others.
They ignored the screams of their own kind, lost themselves in the abyss of desire, and became more and more crazy.
Knowing nothing about the impending destruction, they can only foolishly and blindly make so-called wise decisions according to their own short-sighted vision, and then suffer pain and torment until everything is irreversible.
Dawn took a deep breath.
Blood was coursing violently throughout his majestic body.
The air moved in and out of his lungs at several times the speed of a normal person.
The breath rolled up seemed to carry the power of the tide.
Taking deep breaths again and again calmed his heart.
Dorn tried hard to suppress his emotions and not let confusion and fear take root in his heart.
Fighting against chaos was destined to be his lifelong mission.
He couldn't be overwhelmed by the horror of the future.
They have paid too much to win this victory, and there is no turning back.
His father has passed away, and his soul has been shattered into countless pieces, scattered throughout the universe. It is still unknown whether he can be resurrected.
He knows a lot of people are working on it.
It costs a lot but yields very little, and the progress is so slow that it makes people feel helpless.
His brother carries the expectations of billions of lives, struggles forward, and makes choices cautiously.
Dorn saw Guilliman's weakness.
The three Primaris kept their mouth shut and did not reveal anything about the Holy Emperor's injury.
However, the wisdom of a Primarch should not be underestimated.
The blood stained on the armor was so bright, it was definitely not something that could be possessed by corrupted creatures.
The sacred aura contained in it can only be possessed by a figure like the Holy Emperor.
Obviously, in the battle with the evil god from another universe, Guilliman, as the emperor, was injured and seriously hurt.
Dorn had no idea what was going on.
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 the invulnerable, omnipotent god that his followers believe him to be.
He will get hurt.
Will die too.
This is exactly what Dorn is worried about, his brother has shouldered too much.
Guilliman appeared to be omnipotent.
Wherever he appeared, it was assumed that victory would be won, enemies would be defeated, and any problem would be solved in the hands of the Holy Emperor.
The burden was too heavy to allow Guilliman to show any weakness.
Guilliman's strength is the source of confidence for the people of the Empire and their spiritual pillar.
If even the Holy Emperor could fail, how could they have the courage to fight against the unspeakable evil and monsters.
This is also the reason why Dorn did not express his guess.
He never told anyone his guess.
Guilliman needed to remain strong, needed to remain invincible.
Ryan might have known about this, too.
The lion also possesses extraordinary wisdom and the ability to see through everything.
But Dorn was not worried that Lane would publicize it.
The Lion is the best at keeping secrets of all the Primarchs.
That is the instinct of the Sons of Caliban, just like humans breathing through their noses, it is engraved in their genes.
The Lion also knew very well why Guilliman concealed his injury!
"No matter how long it lasts, it will end." Yin Fulan 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, the creatures of order, will ever be to success. Even the Ancient Saints will not be better than you."
"I hope so," Dawn said nonchalantly.
The armored hand pressed the porthole's shielding switch.
With a hurried sound, the hydraulic device slowly lowered the heavy steel plate, covering the strange void.
Those horrific scenes could not shake Dorn's strong heart in the slightest.
However, he couldn't keep watching.
Those scenes are indeed a bit disgusting.
At this time, a dripping sound was heard.
A suspended cherubim flapped its wings made of silver-white metal and flew towards where he was.
Its eyes emitted red light, scanning everything in its path.
When the light touched Dorn's majestic body, it stopped and hovered in the air.
A man's voice came from a brass sound generator sewn into the place of a mechanical throat.
"Lord Dorn, we will reach the Beta PE72 system in sixteen minutes. It is a war zone. Do you need to hold a strategic meeting for you?"
Dawn frowned.
The other party did not introduce himself, but he still recognized from the voice that it was the voice of the captain who controlled the ship.
With each word the Cherubim spoke, its metal jaws opened and closed.
When he finished speaking, he just hung there in silence, waiting for Dorn's reply.
"I'll go over right away and input the relevant information into the main control database and build a battlefield model for me." Dorn said, "No extra description is needed, just the data and the parameters of the planet, nothing else is needed."
"clear."
After leaving these words, the Cherubim turned and flew away, returning to the shrine where he had just been, standing next to the statues of the Emperor and the Holy Emperor.
The message has been transmitted to the strategy room via the ship's communication network.
There is no need for the Cherubim to deliver it.
Using the Cherubim to communicate is simply a religious act.
Even though Guilliman has denied it countless times, the people of the Empire have already tacitly accepted him as a god more noble than the Emperor.
Religion is the root of corruption.
Without a 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 sits in the Mechanical Throne, would naturally absorb all human emotions and prevent the creatures of the Warp from continuing to feed on human emotions.
Guilliman can only guide and admonish religion, allowing the Parliament to firmly control the direction of religious development and guide it to develop while ensuring the interests of the Empire.
It is not advisable to blindly attack religion, as it is very likely to repeat the fate of that idiot Lorgar.
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 Lorgar's Words and claimed that he was the creator of the Ecclesiarchy.
That's actually pretty shameless.
However, it is foolish to talk about honesty, benevolence and kindness to Chaos traitors.
Dorn supported Guilliman and spoke publicly, acknowledging Guilliman as the founder of the Ecclesiarchy.
And Lorgar is just a despicable traitor who tried to steal his brothers' achievements.
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Dawn glanced thoughtfully at Yin Fulan who was standing next to him.
The alliance between humans and the Eldar is common knowledge.
The gods of the Eldar knelt before the emperor, and such a thing was enough to make every citizen of the empire proud.
After all, everyone knows the arrogance of those pointy-eared ones.
It can make their gods kneel down and declare submission to the human emperor.
It is tantamount to giving the people of the empire a kind of happiness similar to conquering a sexy, hot, black silk short skirt, beautiful, charming, curvaceous, and arrogant female boss with all kinds of charm.
But Dorn is not a vulgar man controlled by emotions.
Those illusory honors and victories could not move him at all.
Reason always occupies his mind.
As a remnant of an ancient race, the Eldar will never be content to be a vassal race of humans.
Even though the elves have declined beyond recognition, this point must not be ignored.
Anyone who despises the Eldar will eventually suffer the consequences.
"What's wrong, sir?" Yin Fulan asked.
"It's okay." Dorn 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.
It didn't take long to get to the strategy room.
You just need to walk to the elevator and then take it down.
Walking out onto the corridor, they left the soundproof area.
The roar of ships was heard as well.
The roar of the reactor and engine was transmitted along the hull structure to the ears of the crew.
This is unavoidable.
Sound is conducted through solid matter.
It is impossible for the Empire to soundproof every area; that would be too expensive.
Limited resources should be used to enhance firepower and hull strength rather than comfort.
What should be considered in war is always lethality rather than comfort.
The strategy room was as busy as ever.
The staff connected themselves to the ship's main control center with data cables, reviewing every piece of data and indicator to ensure that there would be no errors in the operation of the ship.
There were papers and data pads scattered all over the desk.
The servoskulls flew in the air, dragging long mechanical tentacles, delivering documents or authorization data pads to designated targets.
The center of the strategy room is occupied by a huge holographic projection.
The staff has entered the relevant data into the Thinker.
Galaxies rotate within the light cone.
Planets are spherical, moons are point-like, and the asteroid belt is represented by a halo.
Detailed data about celestial objects is hidden within glowing icons that can be expanded with a simple tap.
The Mechanical Priest dragged his scarlet robe and walked back and forth around the large holographic projector.
Either debugging the machines or talking to each other in mechanical code.
Dorn walked to the side of the projection, overlooking his kingdom like a god.
He has the same talent as the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo.
They are good at finding weaknesses in data and collecting information from them.
The projected light shone on the golden double-headed eagle emblem on Dorn's armor.
And cast shadows upon his eye sockets and cheeks.
He exudes a calm temperament, like the quietness in the eye of a storm.
He took a few seconds to review the data information on the projection, quickly analyzing the empire's military strength and the threat level of the enemy.
"Report to me the situation on the battlefield." Dorn looked at the uniformed military intelligence commander beside him and spoke.
The other party nodded, holding a data tablet with instant verification in his hand.
"There are three planets in the Beta PE72 system. Two of them are gas planets that have been distorted. There is one earth-like planet - Beta PE72-1, which is the main target of the Empire's attack. Currently, there are three warbands, thirty astral corps, two knight orders, one nun order, two thousand state religion priests, and a punitive army composed of forty thousand state religion fanatics involved in the battle. There is a celestial-class battleship located in the outer ring orbit of the system, three light hours away from the battlefield, providing logistical support."
"But the current situation is not optimistic. The local Chaos creatures are very stubborn. The Imperial forces have failed in several attempts to deploy anti-warp anchor points. So far, they have only established a logistics supply base on Beta PE72-1, and have not been able to establish a complete anti-warp force field."
... ... ... ...
Imperial forces are conquering the Beta PE72 system in the name of the Holy Emperor, attempting to take a system back from the hands of Chaos creatures and bring it under the rule of the Holy Emperor.
The war strategies in the Mist Universe are generally very simple.
The chaotic creatures have not established any large forces, they are just scattered bands of soldiers and guerrillas.
The Imperial forces only need to drive out the local Chaos creatures, establish an anchor point, and build a protective barrier, so that humans can establish a colonial city in that place.
While listening to the report, Dorn swiped the floating interface to read more information.
The entire universe has been corrupted by Chaos and has entered the vast ocean of Aether in the Warp.
Those celestial bodies were also distorted by that indescribable force.
The planet Beta PE72-1 is like a twisting mass of meat.
The entire continent opened up like a mouth, revealing huge fangs as big as mountains, and it looked like it was smiling.
The planet was surging with a variety of colors, with rotten violet and disgusting oily green being the most common.
The colors sometimes wave and ripple like the surface of a lake.
All kinds of bizarre structures stand on the surface of the planet. The lines vary between curves and straight lines, and are concave and extruded and convex. They are completely opposite, completely contradictory, and incomprehensible.
The geometry of those structures is crazy.
Angles within angles.
Those things make a mockery of the laws of physics.
It shouldn't have happened.
But it emerged in the distortion of the subspace.
Just looking at those things will corrupt your heart.
Let its sanity gradually collapse and eventually become a chaotic creature.
Fortunately, Guilliman's will protects them even across the universe.
Allowing the Empire's combatants to look upon those horrors without going mad.
The situation isn't much better for the stars in the Beta PE72 system, either.
The star, which should have been undergoing violent nuclear fusion reactions and releasing high-frequency radiation, now appeared strangely black.
It was covered with scarlet stripes, like a hateful, bloodshot eye embedded in the void.
"This kind of corruption is far more terrifying than the Eye of Terror," Yin Fulan whispered, "This universe has completely lost its mind and has become a festering, stinking corpse."
"This is the situation of this place. We must retake this place under the protection of the Holy Emperor. This place should belong to the material world and not the warp where those Chaos creatures are rampant."
"They are all creations of the Warp. We have to clear them out before we can colonize this place."
Several senior executives participating in the meeting were discussing it.
Dorn remained silent.
He had been looking at the distorted Beta PE72 galaxy.
Thinking about my next plan
We need to build webways, firewalls, lighthouses, and interface crystal walls to keep the creatures of the subspace out.
There is a lot of work to do.
If we simply transport resources from the empire, the burden will be too great.
To develop the resources of this universe, we cannot rely solely on the Empire's homeland.
A colony without economic returns and independent capabilities cannot operate for long.
Dorn had a plan in mind, he just needed the help of Corax.
He knew that his brother, who was good at stealth warfare, was currently in charge of taming those demons for use by the empire.
Daemons can be trained to become Imperial spies for intelligence gathering.
There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with using them as laborers.
He wanted to make those chaotic creatures work hard to build a wall to block themselves.
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... ... ... ...
The battle on the Beta PE72 system has been going on for several months.
For O'Neill of the Executioner Regiment, it was just a matter of hacking and killing from beginning to end. The number of those damn chaos creatures was endless.
If you chop down one chaos creature, ten more will rush out.
Their task is to chop endlessly until all the chaotic creatures in their sight are chopped down.
The Heart of the Empire and the new armor with a built-in micro-fusion plasma reactor give the Executioners endless power.
As long as they have enough fuel, they can keep fighting until they are killed or run out of energy.
Both are impossible things.
When they are in crisis, the armor's emergency transport device will transport them to a safe base or celestial-class battleship for treatment and armor repair.
After the treatment is completed, they will be sent back to the battlefield.
O'Neill was assigned to Planet No. 2 in the Beta PE72 galaxy. His mission was to stay until the mechanical guys on Mars finished their work.
Those Martian mechanicals wanted to build a statue of the Holy Emperor and set up an anti-warp force field and a lighthouse.
Only these three things can allow the Empire to establish an anchor in this galaxy and bring those planets under the control of the Empire.
Those chaotic creatures have keen intuition, and once humans show the desire to establish a colony, their offensive will intensify.
They must destroy all human devices at all costs to prevent humans from taking away their "homes".
In a sense, the chaotic creatures are more like a just act to defend their homeland.
The empire was like an invading bandit.
The problem is that the line between justice and injustice is always blurry.
Everyone can find their own justification.
"For the Holy Emperor," a knight standing next to O'Neill shouted into his megaphone.
Like the Titan mechas, the mechas owned by the knights have also undergone earth-shaking changes.
It adopts a streamlined design that imitates the human body, is equipped with various miniaturized Titan weapons and power weapons, and has high performance and high maneuverability.
It is suitable for large-scale urban sieges, and can also effectively damage the enemy's small and medium-sized targets and provide fire support for ground forces.
The neural connection device allows the knights to control the mecha with their own will, making the mecha their second body.
The knight who gave a battle cry engaged in combat with a wriggling monster.
The thing was covered in flailing tentacles and breathing tubes pumping dirty water.
Only one tawny eye.
The monster was extremely ferocious. It howled strangely and used its swinging tentacles and limbs to attack the knight's mecha.
Its limbs flailed wildly, and heavy sonic booms echoed in the foul, fetid air.
That terrifying force is enough to smash an ordinary person into pieces.
The knight mecha uses its shield to deal with the opponent.
The shield was creating ripples that continued to surge, but there was no sign of it breaking.
O'Neill chopped the chaotic creature that was close to him to death. The guy was like a mud man with mud and water constantly flowing out, sticky all over.
Those disgusting monsters always come in all kinds of shapes.
The monster died howling under O'Neill's axe.
After taking a quick look around, Olney decided to help the knight strangle the abominable tentacle monster.
He raised his bolter and pulled the trigger.
The bullets in the bolter are specially made with materials that can restrain chaos creatures.
Every shot inflicted heavy casualties on those abominable creatures.
Under O'Neill's attack, the monster let out a terrible scream.
The yellow-brown eyes filled with hatred looked at O'Neal, and a tentacle stretched out, slapping the air, trying to beat O'Neal to death.
O'Neill used the Heart of the Empire to teleport away from his original location.
The tentacle fell with a whistling sound and a rumbling sound, smashing a deep pit in the rotten surface, right where O'Neal had just stood.
The monster let out a strange roar.
I couldn't understand it, but I could feel the anger and murderous intent in it.
The monster really wanted to kill O'Neill.
The intruder's bolter shots hurt too much.
It squirmed its body and its big eyes moved around, looking for O'Neill.
However, while the monster was distracted by the Primaris, the knight seized his opportunity.
The mechanical arms covered with smooth armor are very dexterous and can perform various complex movements like a knight's hands.
The mech reached out and pulled out a power spear from its back and activated it.
The power field was activated amidst the awakened dissatisfaction of the machine soul.
The leaping electric light filled the spear with a terrifying aura.
The knight jumped up, seized the opportunity, activated the thrusters from a high place, and with the help of gravity and the thrust released by the thrusters, he gathered into a force and rushed down suddenly, stabbing the spear into the opponent's big eye.
With one strike, the opponent's entire body was pierced, and the body pierced into the corrupted surface.
The dynamic field crushes the matter that makes up the other person's body, breaking it down into the most basic particles.
The monster, with its tentacles dancing, let out a shrill wail.
A disgusting yellow liquid spurted out from the place where the spear pierced.
The monster's huge body fell down just like that.
With a sizzling sound, it turned into steam and flowing pus at an extremely fast speed.
"The target has been killed." The knight shouted, "All glory belongs to the Holy Emperor."
O'Neal didn't have time to say anything.
Another giant tentacle with a distorted face and various nodules rushed out of the fog.
It hit the knight's shield violently.
The huge impact force forced him to take several steps back before he was able to stand up.
More monster howls came from the fog.
It seemed as if a huge herd of beasts was approaching.
The ground also began to tremble slightly.
Some terrifying giant monsters walked out of the fog.
They should be of the same race.
He looked extremely skinny, with his entire body covered with very shriveled, mummy-like flesh.
The color of the body surface is like some kind of rusty metal.
The limbs are disproportionately long and thin.
The arms were as long as the legs, ending in five equally bony hands, which ended in hands again.
The neck is long and thin, connected to a huge mouth full of fangs, and there are no other facial features.
The tongue is very long and thin, making a hissing sound in the air.
Those monsters were hundreds of meters tall, and every step they took made the ground tremble.
Hundreds of giant lasers and missiles were released from the artillery position behind O'Neill.
Break through the fog.
Bombard the monster.
A faint halo emerged, blocking all of the empire's long-range attacks.
The missile exploded in front of the halo, creating a huge air wave that swept everything away.
The flying O'Neal had to temporarily avoid the impact of the air wave and landed back on the ground.
"A brand new monster, these damn big-mouthed monsters."
The voices of other battle brothers rang out over the comms.
"Sage, are you done?" O'Neill raised his grenade launcher and shot at the monsters.
The knight next to him also started running.
The heavy mecha moved flexibly in the gaps between the monsters, using the power spears in its hands to pick up those guys.
The sounds of wailing and screaming were endless.
"It will take another hour and twenty-three minutes."
The sage's voice was very mechanical, without any emotion in it.
"We can't hold out that long."
The knight was knocked away.
The big-mouthed monster seems to have some ability to confine space.
The knight failed to control his mecha and use teleportation to escape before the opponent's slender arms arrived.
The mecha's shell, made of neutron-star density material, was dented by the heavy blow.
The huge mecha body was also knocked away and fell to the ground with a dull sound.
O'Neill estimated that the blow that knocked the Knight Mech away had a force of at least hundreds of thousands of tons. Combined with the ability of spatial confinement, it was simply unstoppable.
If it weren't for the layer of neutron star material covering the outer layer of the knight mecha, I'm afraid that the previous blow alone would have been enough to smash it to pieces.
Another burst of roar came from the artillery position.
When conventional weapons failed to work, the artillery switched to other types of attacks.
Black hole shells exploded in the air one after another.
Forming black holes that swallow all light.
There were also some fragmented dimensional shells that exploded among the monster group. Different dimensional transformations tore the bodies of those chaotic creatures apart, shredding them into pieces.
The chanting of the Anglican priests followed closely behind.
As they chanted, Guilliman's holy icon continued to emit intense light, bringing spiritual comfort to the Imperial warriors and causing the Chaos creatures to scream in pain.
Those weird big-mouthed monsters were not affected at all.
They were still moving forward, making all sorts of weird noises from their mouths.
"For the Holy Emperor."
"attack."
"one."
"The data is wrong."
They repeated the battle cries once uttered by the imperial warriors, but in a very chaotic and irregular manner.
When the name of the Holy Emperor was shouted out from the mouths of those monsters, every imperial fighter felt offended.
Their beliefs were desecrated by those monsters, which is an intolerable evil.
O'Neal activated his flying ability again, jumped up and rushed into the sky.
The grenade launcher in his hand kept shooting at the opponent's fang-filled mouth.
However, the special bombs that could normally cause massive damage to chaotic creatures had no effect when they hit the big-mouthed monsters.
The bombs exploded on the monsters but did not leave a single wound.
O'Neill activated the chainsaw sword in his hand, and the subatomic sharp saw blade began to spin at high speed.
Such a chainsaw sword is powerful enough to cut through the protective barrier created by strong interaction forces. Steel is no different from tofu in front of it.
O'Neill rushed towards the enemy, dodged the opponent's swinging limbs in a flash, appeared next to the opponent's slender neck, and slashed down with a sword.
It feels like cutting rubber, soft and bouncy.
Thanks to the sharpness of the subatomic saw blade, O'Neal easily cut the opponent's body.
The next second, the opponent's wound healed strangely.
Almost at the moment of incision, the wound healed 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.
He wanted to teleport away, but found that the response of the Heart of the Empire was much slower than before.
The space is blocked.
It takes more calculations to escape.
The long and thin hand swung over and knocked O'Neal away like a mosquito.
The heavy force was like being placed between two battleships and being squeezed by each other with all their engines turned on.
The armor dented in.
The machine soul screamed in pain.
The auxiliary system icons projected into the eyes all showed red indicators.
O'Neal was blown away for several kilometers like a cannonball, then crashed into the ground, creating a big hole.
Even after three Primaris enhancements, O'Neal felt like he had broken several bones.
The slightest movement was excruciatingly painful.
The chaotic creatures howled and pounced on him, biting his feet and hands, trying to tear them apart.
“Mission failed.”
O'Neal didn't want to admit it, but he knew it was the truth.
Those weird big mouth monsters win.
They have to have a way to deal with those guys before they can launch the next offensive.
O'Neill was about to order the imperial troops to withdraw to the base and abandon this mission.
Intense flashes continued to appear on the battlefield.
A team of Eldar warriors appeared not far from O'Neill.
Their heroic fighting postures were like those of dancers, gracefully performing deadly steps amidst the mad, chaotic horde of monsters.
The arcane weapon in his hand shines with psychic light.
Every swing rips open a monster.
What surprised O'Neill was far more than this. In the center of the battlefield, there was an earth-shaking roar.
A strong giant appeared in front of the big-mouthed monsters.
His size was similar to those big-mouthed monsters, also hundreds of meters tall, with terrifying psychic flames burning all over his body.
Even at a distance, O'Neill could recognize that the giant was the Primarch of the Imperial Fists - Lord Dorn.
The other party released his essence.
The Primarch was born to kill gods.
The essence of each one is extremely powerful and can fight against those immortal monsters.
A Primarch himself descended upon the battlefield.
O'Neal suddenly felt extremely excited.
If one traces back, the Executioners he led were also a subsidiary group of the Imperial Fists, and could be considered the Sons of Dorne.
The origins of the Executioner can be traced back to the Great Crusade.
The first leader of the Executioners was Fafnir Lane, Captain of the Imperial Fists at the time.
Fafnir Lane took part in the Great Crusade and later in the Solar War, defending Pluto with Sigismund and serving as the commander of the First Spherical Fleet.
After Horus used the power of the gods of the Warp to break through the defenses, he returned to Terra to participate in the battle to defend Terra, leading 18,000 Imperial Fists warriors and a large number of non-legion soldiers to be responsible for the defense of Lion's Gate Skyport.
It was eventually besieged by rebels led by traitors such as Khorg, Khaine and Abaddon.
It was Sigismund who finally rescued him from the siege of the rebels.
After the Horus Heresy, the Legion was split.
He was separated during the third founding of the army and established the Executioner Regiment.
When a Primarch enters the battlefield, there is no force that can stop him unless it is the Chaos Gods or the Daemon Primarchs themselves.
This universe has lost its value. The Chaos Gods who once invaded this universe have already focused their attention elsewhere. How could they care about a battle taking place on a planet
The Daemon Primarch has now been captured and brought back to Terra.
Besides, those guys had no way and no possibility to cross a universe to help a group of insignificant chaotic creatures.
Dorn pinned down a big-mouthed monster and smashed its head with a punch.
The huge monster's body was grabbed by strong and powerful hands, and then pulled hard, and the whole body of the monster shattered.
The remaining few big-mouthed monsters couldn't change anything.
One of the big-mouthed monsters launched other attacks, releasing terrible sound waves from its big mouth full of fangs.
But Dorn punched it into the mouth, going straight through the tough body.
With a few wails, the monster fell down.
Numerous imperial troops rushed forward, hacking at the enemy's bodies with their weapons until they were chopped into pieces.
When Dorn appeared on the battlefield, the situation had already turned to the side of the Human Empire.
Amidst the howls of despair, the tide of crazy monsters gradually thinned out, and some monsters chose to turn around and flee.
Their homes have been taken away by humans.
There was no point in continuing to fight.
Under Dorn's protection, the Mechanicum completed the construction of the Beacon, the Statue of Guilliman and the anti-Warp device.
An invisible force field quickly enveloped the entire planet.
The monsters disintegrated with wails and turned into a scorching ball of electric discharge, which was expelled back to the sub-space by the restored natural iron law.
The Mechanical Priest and many Imperial workers were teleported down.
They operated huge mechanical equipment to consolidate the results of victory as quickly as possible.
Building barrier facilities and constructing fortifications further strengthened the empire's control, forming a sustainable virtuous cycle.
At Dorn's request, the Imperial forces captured several Chaos creatures that appeared to be both powerful and intelligent.
At the same time, Dorn also sent people to contact Corax, planning to ask him to help him form a demon labor team.
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In the vast, colorful and mysterious void.
Abaddon, Bashtor and others were caught in a bitter battle.
The Empire won the Battle of Cadia, but did not stop there. It sent its army to hunt them down, trying to put an end to the legend of the Great Plunderer once and for all.
Abaddon had made all the preparations, but he still underestimated the strength of the empire.
The Grey Knights and the Black Templars have been hunting him.
Needless to say about the former, the Grey Knights have a natural hatred for all demons and traitors, not to mention Abaddon, who was chosen by the Four Gods.
The Black Templars plotted revenge for their first Grand Marshal, Sigismund.
Calgar, who was originally used as a pawn and stabbed the Cancer Legion hard, also built a defense line that cut off the Warp Road to the Eye of Terror and prohibited all Warp navigation.
Abaddon was undoubtedly gagged.
Behind him were the Black Templars and the Grey Knights, and in front was Calgar, who hated him to the core and had already made a cage, ready to stuff him in and transport him to Terra.
It can be said that there are wolves in front and tigers behind.
A desperate situation within a desperate situation.