Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Confirming the reward, Guilliman nodded.

This golden finger is not too bad, barely usable.

Use dark matter computer technology to cooperate with the original cast space warrior technology in the hands of the mechanical sage-Kauer.

He will be able to forge a new batch of warriors to fight against the traitors and forces of chaos.

Relying on the empire's original interstellar fighters, they are indeed a little weak when facing these chaotic forces.

In many cases, it is based on the accumulation of numbers to win.

The battle damage was so terrible that I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Being able to build such a group of powerful new-style troops can effectively help him maintain the territory of the human empire.

Guilliman had no choice, either he helped the Imperium of Man defeat Chaos, or he was captured by Chaos as a slave.

escape?

Better not to dream.

The nearest galaxy to the Milky Way is hundreds of thousands of light-years away, how to escape?

Without an astronomical torch, without a navigation map, how can I escape? ?

Even if the fleeing spacecraft can reach the maximum speed limited in the universe, he cannot escape.

The time required to fly from the Milky Way to other galaxies at the speed of light is as long as hundreds of thousands of years. If the spaceship breaks down halfway, it will drift until death.

Escaping with the help of subspace is even more dangerous.

Warp space is the territory of evil gods, without the protection of the emperor's astronomical torch, Geller's force field will collapse if it can't hold it for a few days.

Without Geller's force field, the evil god can pinch him as he pleases.

There is also an unrealistic aspect of fleeing, that is, other places are not necessarily safe.

There is another race in the Warhammer universe, the Tyranids.

This race came in from outside the galaxy, this terrifying race that eats wherever it goes, was chased by other powerful beings and fled into the galaxy.

One can imagine what happened! !

The world outside the Milky Way may be even worse than the Milky Way.

I'm afraid it will be even more desolate to escape.

He can only win, otherwise he can only die miserably, there is no third way to choose.

"Go out and clean them up." Guilliman stepped out, with terrible anger in his eyes, and the flames of the Emperor's Sword in his hand became more and more destructive.

Calgar, Celestine, Amarici and other survivors regrouped and gathered beside Guilliman.

Booming artillery fire rang out from outside the Sanctuary, as the Imperial defenders fought to drive the Chaos invaders from their homeworld.

Macragge, the majestic hive city, is full of battles.

Factories, spaceports, fighting sounds everywhere.

Space warriors from all over the empire, wearing different armors, fought together with the forces of chaos.

The Astra Militarum and Macragge's Guards were still firing, taking advantage of the defenses erected along the street, shooting at those damned cultists and daemons.

Laser beams cut through the battlefield full of pungent smell, burning those monsters and taking their lives.

But there are so many monsters, cultists, and traitors, the number is unimaginable.

Wave after wave they stormed the lines of the Imperial Loyalists, sending the defenders back.

"For the Chaos Gods, for the glory, kill." The cultists covered with bone spurs and turned into monsters waved their weapons and shouted loudly, encouraging the believers to rush forward and attack the defenders' front.

The man with a ferocious face and covered with tumors screamed with unusual excitement, "For the gift of the loving father, for the end of all things."

Other traitors also chanted all kinds of weird and profane slogans.

The imperial defenders are still struggling, maintaining the front line that is about to collapse. Behind them is the last sanctuary of Macragge City, and there is no way for them to retreat.

The populace huddled in their shelters, praying to the Emperor's statue.

"Save us."

"Let us not be harmed by that evil."

"Save us."

Listening to the sound of artillery fire and the crazy shouts of the Chaos side, the closer they got, the more frightened they became.

Once it falls into the hands of Chaos, even death is no longer a rest, but the beginning of another torture.

Thinking of this, they trembled suddenly, and all of them became frightened.

The Astra Militarum commander responsible for defending the Sanctuary of Macragge also fell into despair.

Facing the surging chaos army, he could only squeeze the potential of each army as much as possible to buy more time for the defense line.

More than a hundred regiments were worn out by this bloody war, and countless Star Militia soldiers died on this battlefield.

The only hope is for the Imperial fleet to regain control of low Earth orbit, and only then will the war be won.

Corpses piled up like mountains on the battlefield, and the dark red blood flowed on the ground, even the air could smell that pungent smell.

The tragedy of the war has become more and more desperate.

There was no chance of victory in sight.

The connection between the surface and space has been severed, and no one knows what will happen to the battle in space.

Did you win? Still fled.

Big green flies hovered over the battlefield with a buzzing sound.

Seeing the fresh corpses that fell to the ground, they swarmed up, drilled into the flesh and blood to lay eggs, and sent the benevolent father, those weird viruses and germs into the corpses, allowing them to stand up again and become a plague walking corpse.

The decline of the defenders is getting worse and worse, while the enemy's offensive is getting stronger and stronger. The power from the evil god of the subspace is satisfying, and the strange whispers bewitch the soldiers who still want to resist, trying to get them out of the rotten body on the golden throne. dead hands, dragged into sweet gardens.

"Are we finished??" Looking at the situation on the battlefield that was being defeated, despair emerged in the commander's heart. How can such a battle be won! !

Continuing to fight is also a dead end.

They don't have any chance to turn defeat into victory.

There is no high-altitude fire support, no tank centralization, no titan knights, and no backup troops.

The commander of the Astral Army looked up at the sky, even the air superiority had been taken away by the enemy, so there was no chance of winning.

Pessimistic emotions spread to all the defenders, causing despair to appear on their faces.

Many people clenched their weapons tightly, trying to calm down their frightened bodies as much as possible.

Several veterans made the gesture of the eagle salute and said their last prayers.

Watching the offensive of demons and traitors sweeping again, silently praying that his soul can return to the throne, and be with those dead comrades in arms.

Suddenly, the eerie whisper disappeared.

Everyone felt that there was an unknown force emerging from their bodies, driving away their pain, exhaustion and despair, and making their bodies strong again.

The ecstasy on the faces of the crazy Chaos warriors, demons, and cultists also disappeared, and their faces were all filled with terrible fear.

Guilliman walked out of the sanctuary, like an angry demigod of war who walked from the domain of God to reality, the Emperor's Sword was burning violently, wherever the light went, the shadows of the subspace were routed and fled one after another .

"I have returned." Guilliman uttered a battle cry, and started to run. Celestine and the others followed closely behind, rushing towards the army of demons and traitors together with him.

Like sharp spears, they pierced directly into the enemy's formation. As soon as they touched, they caused a terrible slaughter, and their fragmented limbs flew everywhere.

"Counterattack, all listen to orders, and charge." Seeing the saints, the generalissimo, and the chapter master all guarding a demigod that only appeared in mythology, the battlefield commander realized that Belisarius, the great sage of the Mechanic Cult. Kaul's plan succeeded, and one of the Emperor's sons was resurrected.

Victory is beckoning to them, mankind will prosper forever, and the glory of the empire will be immortal.

He roared and roared, and ordered the whole army to charge.

"For humanity, for the Emperor."

"For humanity, for the Emperor."

The soldiers who heard the order climbed out of the trenches, shouted their oaths, and rushed towards the timid Chaos army.

"For mankind, for the emperor." An ordinary soldier shouted with all his strength, and poisonous gunpowder smoke poured into his mouth and nose, making him cough violently, but without the slightest hesitation, he rushed towards the The most recent cultist will stab the opponent's body with a bayonet made using single-molecule technology.

"Pay the price, traitor." Another soldier crawled out of the trench, holding a laser gun and shooting at the enemies he saw, venting his anger.

The situation in Macragge was reversed in an instant, the forces of chaos continued to lose the territory they occupied, and were defeated by the counterattacking humans.

Roar!

With a roar, realizing the defeat of the Chaos army, the cultists took the lives of the followers and summoned a fiery demon.

The big demon has a huge body, a strong body, and covered with metal-like bone spurs. It looks extremely terrifying, and its breath alone makes many people tremble with fear.

The believers were immediately drained of their vitality, and then spontaneously burned to ashes.

"The Primarch??" The big demon entered the real space from the subspace with the help of sacrifice, and immediately smelled Guilliman's breath.

The flame-burning pupils immediately locked onto the Primarch fighting on the battlefield.

The skull of the Primarch will be the best gift for the Blood God. It showed a ferocious smile, and once again let out a roar that shook the whole world, and rushed over directly.