If one Glorious Queen couldn't handle it, what about the hundreds of capital ships? It would be best to simply overload its void shields. He personally led his men to board and shut down the warp engines and the Geller's field, slayed the so-called Tzeentch's Eternal Chosen Huki in battle, and then let the noble Emperor's Dream be renewed under the power of the benevolent father Nurgle.
The brand new Super-Titan Pater would serve as his flagship until he followed the Scarlet Route opened by the Great Rift, set Terra on fire, smashed the golden toilet to pieces, and trampled on that man's dreams as harshly as he had done to himself!
Yes, victory is beckoning him. Glorious, glorious revenge!
And all of this is based on one foundation - Mortarion's guess is correct. When the facts are really like this, is the Alpha Legion still as unreliable but still trustworthy as it was ten thousand years ago?
Of course the intelligence was correct, but Salmin would not tell Mortarion. As long as they could not win quickly, no matter how good his so-called battle losses looked, they would be nothing but a dream. Any losses suffered by the Imperial front in the offensive would be made up one by one.
If Mortarion had penetrated Cadia's defenses now, he would have seen that after the near destruction of the three armies, they and the star fortresses were dragged to the rear for repairs and supplies. Before the dawn of the third day after the war, the order to replenish and rebuild the 70th, 71st, and 72nd armies from Kalesus had been issued.
The seal of the Misty Star Region Military Affairs Department shone on the thick high-grade parchment, which was the light of authority. The standard weapons, armor and vehicles of the three armies, and even the fighter planes assigned to the Army Aviation will arrive within fifteen days. 270,000 new recruits with more than five years of combat experience will be in place within a month.
After two months of synthetic training, the three armies reorganized into mechanized armored clusters will be deployed to the front line of Kaleisus and Sun Makayathus. In the ice and snow of Kaleisus, they will serve as glorious Titan guards to fulfill their oath to the Empire and Cadia.
Although the Titan Guards who stopped the enemy army from boarding the Titans were mostly made up of the Mechanicus Skitarii, Kanzan and the Two Worlds Demos were too weak to afford tens of millions of elite Skitarii. Fortunately, the Cadia Blitzkrieg was now theoretically considered a specialty Skitarii of the Cadia Forge World.
The Cadian Blitzkrieg Armored Group, equipped with a large number of Storm Blade super-heavy tanks and Shadow Sword Titan destroyers, is considered the most elite among the many Titan Guards. For Warhound and Predator Titans, a concentrated fire from the Storm Blade or Shadow Sword Company is enough to penetrate their relatively fragile void shields.
Before this legion was truly formed, the new star fortress was towed to its original position by the battleship formation of the Imperial Navy. After a garrisoned battleship and five battlecruisers and heavy cruisers were destroyed by the Nurgle fleet in a fierce battle, two battleships filled their vacancies within 72 Terra hours.
If Mortarion could not destroy two sector-level fleets within a week without suffering any casualties himself, then his efforts would have been in vain. If the Chaos Alliance wanted to inflict heavy damage, they would have to launch a decisive battle. Who would be able to withstand the overwhelming wrath of the Emperor's Dream in a head-on battle?
Mortarion didn't want to, and Magnus didn't want to either. This was a dead end until smart people came up with a real solution - if you want to gain a numerical advantage, you have to fight a decisive battle with your main force;
But I can’t defeat the Emperor’s illusion;
Then gain numerical advantage first and then fight;
If you want to gain a numerical advantage, you should fight a decisive battle with your main force;
But I can’t fucking beat Emperor Huanmeng!
Chapter 167: Machayatus the Sun
Cadian First Starlink, formerly Fortress World Sun Makayathus
Well, it was still a fortress world, but it had already fallen before the arrival of Salmin, and when it was recaptured by the Imperial Fleet's merciless near-orbital bombardment, it had almost lost its original defense system. The seven bastions on the surface were first burned by the fury of the Black Legion, and then desecrated by witchcraft into seven desperate ruins venting endless rotten flies.
More than a billion plague zombies wandered on the ruins, and the millions of Astra Militarum troops originally stationed there had long been wiped out by the destruction of the Black Legion and the Nurgle Demon Army. Only when a world fell to this point would the wrath of the long-constrained Imperial Navy truly fall.
On the one hand, the commanders of the Imperial Navy are usually not like the Inquisitors. The Inquisitors' transcendent power means that as long as there is enough evidence, they still have a chance of survival after issuing an extermination order. On the other hand, the Imperial Navy's low-orbit bombardment is really an extermination order itself, which will destroy the precious treasure of the Lord of Mankind - a habitable planet!
Fleet bombing in the Warhammer world is not as civilized and environmentally friendly as Stellaris, which has interstellar laws. Unlike Stellaris, where the worst is just indiscriminate bombing without regard for civilians, and it takes months to severely damage the enemy's army; the bombing of the Imperial Fleet is designed for destruction.
There is no room for mercy. This brutal war race of humans has inflicted one of the most horrific blows in the endless desperate wars. It is a last resort specially designed for the rough and quick massacre of civilians and low-level war units on a planetary basis, although it is often used as a means of human diplomacy.
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"The bombing formation is entering low-Earth orbit. The resistance on the ground has been eliminated. Three land-based macro artillery arrays have been destroyed. The Auger matrix and the auspex have not detected any obvious signs of fighting. There is only one bastion left in our army that has not lowered its flag!"
"This is the Glorious Queen-class battleship Jean Bart. This planet has been desecrated by heretics using the most filthy witchcraft. In the name of the Great God-Emperor, the Lord of Humanity, destroy it!" The seven mottled points of light on the auspicious augur were flashing with an abominable obscurity. "The attack direction has been issued. Pre-charge the light spears of the entire fleet and release the reconnaissance formation."
The Imperial Navy's guidance fleet rose from the shuttle ramp of the Dictator-class (Note) cruiser. If the planet was simply turned into a dead zone, the accuracy of the Auger matrix would be more than enough to meet the needs, but the excellent geographical location of Sun Makayathus determined that she could not be abandoned, even if she had fallen into a hopeless ruin.
"Data is being transmitted. The 31st Cadia Regiment is fighting the Black Legion!" As long as there is still a fortress still holding out and there is still a person fighting on the surface shouting the name of the God-Emperor, she will not be abandoned.
"Transmit the coordinates and ask them to overload the void shield to resist the aftermath of the bombing. Remove the area from the macro-cannon strike preset. The reconnaissance formation will drop a laser beacon towards the Seven Hills Demon City. Instruct all ships to activate the deceleration rockets. There must be no mistakes in the precision strike."
The sacred flames of the Imperial Navy, the brilliant spears of light that were enough to burn most of the world's matter, cut scars on the earth under the guidance of the lasers of the Imperial Navy that dived through the curtain of rotten flies. The millions or even tens of millions of degrees of light created by the most exquisite human craftsmanship are far more powerful than the sun that was once regarded as purifying all evil.
The earth shattered in the dazzling column of light that connected heaven and earth, the burning fortress was extinguished, and oxygen and the so-called inert gases all succumbed to the extreme temperature - the first victim destroyed by the light spear in the atmosphere was the atmosphere itself. There was nothing that could not react to the light and heat specially created to melt meters of thick adamantine armor.
The sky is exploding, skipping the slow and gentle burning stage, and the atmosphere burned into a blue-white ionized state dripping in the air. There is no sound, because the medium within your sight has burst out the last inch of brilliance in the violent reaction, and the sky is covered with falling pure colors!
The concept of sound was lost, and the world became one color. Perhaps this is what the ancient Terra said: "Great sounds are silent, and great things are invisible." The second hour after the naval fleet completed close-range low-altitude reconnaissance, and the first second when the Imperial Fleet's light spear weapon array lit up, the atmospheric structure of this continent was dissolving in the light column!
Tens of thousands of square kilometers of sky expanded in extreme light and heat. Every inch of area that mortals believed to be blank was unscrupulously declaring its existence in the explosion. Bright spots of light visible to the naked eye from outside the planet were washing away one side of the star ball along with the slowly spreading shock wave.
The dim planet filled with foul-smelling gray-yellow spores and fungi lit up with pure blue light. The shocking and burning air swept across the mountains, depressions and burning fortresses from there. The burning shock passed through the plague and flies densely packed in the sky, and the entire continent was cleansed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The atmospheric structure collapsed in planetary-scale burning. From steel, bricks and stones, trenches flooded with mycelium and mucus... to mountains and bastions entangled with mycelium, every inch of land on the continent eroded by the evil power of the warp was purified by the sacred fire. The horrifying impact was an order of magnitude more intensive than the most intensive artillery bombardment.
This was only the first round of attacks. Any independent object on the ground would only exist as a whole formed by ultra-high temperature and high pressure. Strong flashes and electromagnetic interference blurred the image of the Auger matrix, but judging from the auspicious instrument, it was not over yet. "The first reconnaissance formation is landing, preparing to release the second reconnaissance formation. Report the damage."
The destructive light and heat slaughtered more than half of the planet, and the Nurgle demon army outside the bastion was completely wiped out. But this attack was not enough to penetrate the void shield of the Imperial Fortress - this is Cadia, the most dangerous and strongest fortress world group in the Empire. "Adjust the formation, macro cannon strike formation."
Pure energy attacks are unlikely to cause any damage due to the deflection of the void shields. To quickly overload these fortress void shields, which are comparable to naval battleships in size, fleet-level macrocannon strikes are required, or an Astartes company that penetrates deep into them must solve the problem directly from the inside.
For this classic problem, the former is a direct solution to the problem, which is slow, but safe and stable. The latter is to directly solve the "person" who raised the problem. After all, after the generator or the void shield generator itself is destroyed, the void shield itself will no longer exist.
And Jean Bart’s answer was: I want them all.
Unlike ordinary imperial troops who can only request the assistance of the Astartes, whether to come and how to fight is entirely decided by the Astartes. For Salmin and his high-ranking commanders, this is not a problem - I have no Astartes.
The Black Templars and Flesh Tearers alone are enough to take back this world, not to mention the blades of the Dark Angels and the Alpha Legion. Before the burning sky was extinguished, the iron meteors in the higher sky fell with a more red trajectory!
Chapter 168: Cadia 31st Regiment
For the 31st Regiment, which had held on to the point of near numbness, that was the trajectory of hope. Everything happened too fast, too fast. When the shadow cast by the Imperial Fleet covered the mountains and plains, every citizen of the Empire would cheer for their dazzling white and gold gorgeous armor and the huge cannons visible to the naked eye.
The Imperial Navy is the most striking display of the Imperial armed forces. From the rebels digging for food in the mud to the depraved and corrupted Chaos Astartes, after seeing these iron mountains in the void and the boundless giants weighing tens of billions and hundreds of billions of tons, all that is left is fear.
It is a giant that humans cannot possibly fight against. The Titan known as the God's Machine and even the Emperor-class Titan are only as big as the diameter of a cruiser's side main gun. And every roar and rage of hers will be accompanied by dozens of macro cannons the size of battle Titans that pierce through the sky and earth.
And for the 31st Cadia Regiment, which has pushed the demon army to the brink of destruction, they are hope.
John, a most ordinary soldier of the 31st Regiment, just like his name, there are three comrades with the same name in his company. However, now he is the only one left. The armored forces of the 31st Regiment of Cardia have fought for more than 2,000 miles, passing through the wilderness, crushing countless enemies and countless comrades.
Fortunately, despite the various shortcomings of the Leman Russ Main Battle Tank, even in this intense battle, when there was not even a moment of time for maintenance, his old friend, a Cadian Leman Russ Vanquisher, was still holding on, just like him and with him.
"Captain, the castle lord requires us to drive the enemy out of the city with the cooperation of the Imperial Navy. The bombing of the Imperial Fleet will completely destroy them!" Yes, the ordinary him became the captain - because the previous three captains were dead, and he was still alive, it was that simple. "Ha, just like Krieg," John laughed at himself, if that twitching scar could be considered a laugh.
It was impossible to return before the bombing. The impact that had just submerged most of the city effectively relieved the burden on the 31st Regiment. The demon army outside the city dissipated in the judgment and anger of the Emperor. But this also meant that after their attack drove the enemy out of the city, they would not have enough time to cross dozens of kilometers and rush back to the safe area.
Regardless of whether this charge is successful or not, they will all face death, but so what. The Cadians never fear and never surrender. He leaned out of the commander's seat and threw the respirator mask that was no longer needed heavily on the ground. Big beads of sweat fell to the ground from the steaming heat. "Today, the Emperor is with us!"
Inside Leman Russ, which was already so turbid and stuffy that even the Cadia Blitzkrieg could hardly bear it, a series of warm cheers were heard, followed by the next sentence, "Cadia stands!" Rejoice, because victory is now in front of them. They are not fighting for themselves, but for something more important and greater than life, fighting to live up to the sacrifice of the Emperor of Mankind!
There were no flowers, no songs. Amid the dull suppression of heavy bombs, this reserve force that had been kept was pressed forward at the most critical juncture. The company he led alone had twelve Leman Russ tanks and thirty-one Chimaera armored vehicles. When the torrent of steel began to turn, tens of thousands of zombies collapsed in front of them.
He knew that was because the commander had no time to take care of it. The dark green poisonous fog that suddenly rose in the distance obscured the vision of the Imperial Navy. It was a good opportunity. The commander of the zombies in this area, the Nurgle warband from the Black Legion, was over there.
Yes, although the Empire did not acknowledge the betrayal of the Angel of Death, or even the existence of demons, the Cadians who had been fighting on the front lines of the Empire's anti-chaos for years knew the basic knowledge of these things. Just as everyone knew that this war was the thirteenth catastrophe provoked by their eternal enemy, the Great Plunderer.
What they have to do now is to defeat them and use the main battle tanks' heavy artillery to insult and rape those traitors who betrayed the God-Emperor! "Fire blue flares. Leman Russ formation, arrow formation, maintain special engagement distance against Chaos Astartes!"
The Imperial Navy, which was circling upwards and preparing to leave temporarily, noticed the trajectory of the azure flare, "Requesting air support? Do you want me to open a gap for them?" The heavy laser smashed at the fat demon protruding from the pile of zombies like a meteor. At the same time, the wild and warm ice-blue fireball of the plasma bomb instantly burst out from the group of zombies.
Large clouds of smoke, carrying charred, peeling flesh and mycelium, rose slowly from the ruins of the bastion, like belated fireworks, bidding farewell to the loyal warriors of the Lord of Mankind.
Since the first flare was lit, the dense explosions have not stopped for a moment. Even the earth is shaking in the rolling thunder. Under the dazzling firelight, a cold black-gray steel formation is taking this opportunity to gallop straight into the slightly scattered poisonous fog in the explosion.
"Enemy encountered at the eleven o'clock position in the front, one Predator tank and two Rhino personnel carriers!" A scarlet laser beam shot out from the poisonous fog and hit the fragile side turret of a Leman Russ. The flamethrower turret loaded with promethium was instantly detonated. The chain reaction ignited the ammunition of the Leman Russ, and most of the turret rushed into the sky in the violent implosion.
But in the vehicle battle, the Astartes' advantage was only in the first move. Two Leman Russ Vanquisher locked onto the Predator tank that was reversing at an angle during the advance. In the face of the Vanquisher cannon's heavy laser designed for armor-piercing, the Predator's main armor was instantly burned with two bowl-sized gaps.
A cloud of black smoke slowly rose, but it was still moving. Three Leman Russ shells tore off a large piece of its sticky surface, but failed to penetrate it. The armor activated by Nurgle gave it a little extra life, but how could it struggle with its turret stuck?
"Angle of confrontation, Leman Russ Vanquisher concentrates fire on the Predator tanks, Leman Russ units retreat and fire freely!" John stepped hard on the communication pedal, and the roaring radio made the remaining nine Leman Russ spew out a series of exhaust gases. After a few dry metal friction sounds, the angular body of the World War I tank struggled to pose at a blunt angle.
Two Leman Russ Vanquisher tanks, powerful enough to penetrate the main armor, pulled sideways to both sides of the Predator tank at the same time. Crossfire is the only way to defeat a smaller force with more people. The vulnerable side should always be facing one person, right? The Predator calmly stopped its useless retreat. Since the turret cannot be turned, can't I just turn my body to aim?
This kind of operation is almost unique to Astartes. It crushes the body's functions. The muzzle of the Predator is firmly aimed at John's command tank as the vehicle body turns. A ball of fire is reflected in the poisonous fog, followed by a violent explosion!
In the anxious waiting, the Victor cannon fired again, and the heavy laser tore through the poisonous fog, leaving a long string of spots on the infrared imaging system, burning through the armor of the side skirts from the exposed side of the Predator. The heavy turret of the Predator was instantly thrown into the air by the explosion, and then fell into the mud.
Another heavy laser blew up an entire Rhino troop carrier - when the smoke cleared, the Victor command tank with its left heavy bomb turret destroyed was revealed. The flames ignited half of its body, but until it was completely detonated and destroyed, it would continue to move forward.
Chapter 169 AL Island Style is Really Fun
The soldiers of the Black Legion who were preparing to evacuate were forced to stop in this makeshift poisonous fog by the armored forces. A Predator tank and two Rhino personnel carriers sank into the rotten mud under the stranglehold of an entire armored company.
The remaining warband's handmade informal vehicles and Plague Marines were obviously unable to fight against the iron wall of the Imperial armor. Despite this, these Plague Marines, painted black but with Nurgle's classic and extremely obvious and disgusting mutations, still held bolters and melta guns, and made a final resistance in a corner of the ruins.
Silent and soundless, anyone can feel their fighting spirit, fighting for their father Nurgle, they also have the courage and perseverance to fight to the last man. Dragging rusted and cracked armor, they crossed the burning wreckage at a speed that did not match their figure, and their deadly hot melt weapons flashed a cold light.
"Skirmish formation, block the fire!" Although the soldiers of the Imperial Guard are usually separated into armored and infantry regiments in an abstract way like Israel's IDF, but for elite troops and precious currency like the Cadian Blitzkrieg, it is not a problem to ignore the Imperial Guard's tactical manual and coordinate infantry and tanks.
The salary of the Imperial Guards can't actually afford three bottles of Amazek, but fighting spirit and true faith can never be bought with money. Tempered by the glory of the Emperor and thousands of years of glory, the warriors of the Cadia Blitzkrieg will use their flesh and blood as precious armor to block the sharp blades of the Chaos Astartes until the last flag falls!
Scattered guards were scattered in front of the tank troops. The flames of laser rifles and hell guns struggled to capture the irregular trajectories of the plague warriors. The mortal soldiers did their best to slightly block these foul and corrupt killing machines. The only disadvantage of the hot-melt weapons was that their range was extremely short, and it was even difficult to hit more than 50 meters.
Apart from the melta weapons of the Salamanders, Eldar, and Necrons (and Cawl's new toys in the 42nd millennium), the actual combat distance of this kind of weapon of mass destruction is not as good as a submachine gun. After witnessing the Plague Marines, the remaining ten Leman Russ retreated urgently, and thousands of Cadia Blitzkrieg troops rushed forward without hesitation at the sound of the whistle.
Just like during the most difficult period in China, equipment was always more expensive than people, and poor people would never know what fear was. The lowly peasants used their lives to dethrone the emperor - it was really a good deal, wasn't it?
The whistling barrage of bullets exploded like raindrops in the infantry ranks. The Plague Soldiers' composite bolters and automatic cannons almost instantly tore apart dozens of soldiers standing in the forefront of the armored forces. The Imperial Guard's bulletproof armor had a defensive power of almost zero in the battles with so many monsters, not to mention that the Plague Soldiers' shooting while dodging at high speed was as deadly as ever.
The sixty or so broken bodies were almost all pierced by baby-fist-sized bombs that shattered their thick chests and plate armor, and their viscera and upper skulls that were torn apart added another layer of filth to the quagmire filled with gun smoke. The rapid laser gunfire and war cries of the Imperial Guards even overwhelmed the reloading and roar of the Leman Russ tanks.
The fire from the high-explosive grenade exploded in the face of the Cadian Blitzkrieg. At the last moment, the Plague Warriors who had rushed across a five or six hundred meter field and were almost about to carve into the Imperial Guard's array had their advances shattered by steel and gunpowder. The salvos from the two tank companies turned into a moving wall of iron and fire. The vortex of metal fragments and explosions separated the traitors from the loyal guards.
In front of the main gun of the main battle tank, the plague warriors in power armor also had to temporarily avoid the edge. Two outstanding warriors who rushed too far forward were instead caught in the range of the high-explosive grenades. The armor bestowed by the Lord of Mankind and the blessing of the evil god were meaningless at this moment. A large pool of minced meat and pus and blood full of bullet holes soaked the turned-up mud.
After a brief silence, heavy trampling sounds came from the other side of the flames, and a dozen blurry shadows emerged from behind the gradually extinguishing flames. "Everyone, put on bayonets, follow me!" The company commissar pulled out the chainsaw sword from his waist and issued the last order before engaging the enemy.
"The blood of martyrs is the seed of the Imperium! Cadia stands!" Amid the uniform battle cry of the Imperial Guard, the Chaos Astartes wielding Plague Glaives rushed into the Blitzkrieg's gun formation the next moment. These superhuman abominable traitors did not even need to swing the rusty blades in their hands; the incidental impact alone was enough to crush the flesh of mortals.
However, that was a normal counterattack. The Plague Warriors who were stopped by artillery fire and had only a few dozen meters to accelerate could not reach the normal speed at all. The flesh and blood of three people could not stop them. What about five people? What about ten people? In the sacred close combat, the sharp monomolecular bayonet is often easier to penetrate the Astartes' power armor than the laser rifle!
They were a bunch of bloated black-green tall columns that left afterimages in the eyes of the Imperial Guards. The tallest soldiers only reached their original waists and abdomens - that is, the gluttonous mouth waving a thick foreign tongue. That was a strength and speed that mortals could not reach. A plague warrior directly and roughly smashed the soldiers that blocked the road!
In the flying flesh and blood, the soldier's last effort, the sharp single-molecule bayonet was firmly entangled by a flexible tongue, and then exploded into countless pieces the moment the tongue stretched straight. In this way, he mocked the power of these inferior mortals, and then swung the broad plague blade to cut the two soldiers in half at the moment they passed each other.
The soldiers in the back row or in the same column raised their bayonets and stabbed at the gaps in the power armor as they marched. The weaker the party was, the less they could panic. Absolute discipline combined the strength of mortals. Even if the corpses of their comrades who were roughly smashed hit their thin bulletproof armor like a torrential rain, "For the Emperor!"
Thirteen broken corpses were smeared on the armor of the Chaos Astartes, but his charging steps were abruptly stopped by the spear array composed of flesh and blood - the broad plague blade was able to block an entire wall of spears with a violent swing, and his arm joints and exposed flanks, which were forced to slow down, were also stuck by several bayonets!
The sharp protruding bone spurs tore open the palms of two more plague warriors as they struggled. The activated spores and strains were infecting the bodies and minds of the surrounding mortals under his will. It was almost time, it was almost time. In less than ten seconds, he would correct his recklessness and sacrifice these foolish mortals to his great father.
"!" A cold and hot solid metal was forcefully pushed into his lower abdomen. The second mouth given to him by Nurgle hesitated but accurately identified what the foreign object was - a plasma rifle that was being charged!
Chapter 170: Cleansing
Madman! Fucking madman! Anyone who dared to use this crude and explosive weapon of destruction was in a sense a ruthless person who didn't care about his life, and to press a charging plasma rifle into the flesh of the enemy was even more of a madman. The Plague Warrior's struggling body froze instantly, and the tongue wrapped around the barrel softened.
The Chaos Astartes lowered his noble head, but only saw hatred and determination on the festering face. Without saying another word, the surging azure clean light instantly engulfed the Plague Warriors, and the induced hot melt added another color to the fire. Every trace of blasphemous rotten flesh, ambition and hatred disappeared in the flames.
Do not use non-volley laser rifles or multi-barrel laser cannons to shower Astartes. A hit on the head with a heavy bomb or automatic cannon will most likely kill it, or at least effectively damage these fallen heretic angels of death. A hit with the melta or plasma can ensure death, which is also the purpose of the special weapons group.
Ordinary Imperial Guards do not undertake the task of fighting against Astartes, but for the Cadian Blitzkrieg, the Death Korps of Krieg, or the Armageddon Iron Legion, which specializes in fighting against greenskins and also needs Can Openers (the heavily armored boss of the Orks), sufficient special weapons sets can really save lives.
In the gap between tanks being reloaded, two squads of Chaos Astartes had already charged into the ranks of the Cadian Blitzkrieg, Plague Blades, Lightning Claws and Chainswords leaving ripped wounds on the flesh and steel. The plague and rust of despair, accompanied by flies and stench, slaughtered the loyal warriors.
Although there were cases of successful exchanges, the Plague Warriors in the Black Legion were not mass-produced goods from the devil's womb after all. It was the result of the Emperor's blessing that they could exchange any veteran soldiers in a head-on battle. Even the Cadia Blitzkrieg Army had its formation gradually torn apart during the retreat.
On the front battlefield, exchanging ten Leman Russ tanks for a Predator tank that the Chaos Astartes can no longer produce is a huge profit, but this cannot be said for the remnants of a unit launching a desperate assault. These two tank companies mixed with a large number of Chimaera armored vehicles are already the last armored assault force on the Eastern Front.
Now, they could quickly end the battle by launching an assault, but they had to retain the manpower to tear open the enemy's front for the main force, and they could not consume too much in one battle. They could only choose to believe that the infantry of the Cadia Blitzkrieg Army was enough to drag the Black Legion into the abyss with artillery support.
A Plague Warrior spun and broke free from the restraints of the bayonet phalanx. The broken and fractured blades pried open the armor on his body, and as he moved, he cut and pierced the rancid flesh again and again. The burns from the laser rifle's close shooting made him even more crazy, and despair gave him even greater strength.
The Plague Warrior tore off the bolt pistol in the political commissar's hand along with most of his arm, and then pierced his chest from the back. The bone stumps pierced his alveoli like a sieve with his heavy breathing. At the last moment of his life, he squeezed out the last bit of strength to stab the rotating chainsaw sword along the protruding bone spurs on the Plague Warrior's armor!
The high-speed rotating saw teeth left a narrow scratch on the bone spur, and the arm fell off, and the smelly black sticky blood splashed wantonly on the ground. Thousands of soldiers dragged these plague warriors on the muddy flat ground without any shelter, until the armored forces fired rounds of bursts and crushed the heretic and the land around him by more than ten meters.
The light sword squad had nearly half of the tissue on the face of a Havoc Warrior blown off, leaving only a broken skull and remnants of flesh hanging on the spine. However, the Death Guard slowly turned the head with only half of the face left, as if they didn't care about the wound that could easily kill the Space Marine, while the tentacles and flying insects were stitching up the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The armored forces attacked immediately, and the explosions of high-explosive grenades plowed through the traitor Astartes who had lost their original mobility due to being pinned down by the infantry forces, and the entire Havoc Squad was blown over by dense shrapnel. The sharp shrapnel tore through the power armor and completely shattered the user into several pools of smoking minced meat.
The next moment, the scorching laser beam accurately shot at the hull of the Leman Russ tank. The laser burned several craters on the armor plate of the Leman Russ tank, and then the rocket hit the damaged hull, and a sharp noise echoed inside the hull. It was the last struggle of the dying Black Legion.
With a sudden and crazy war cry, the only two remaining Chaos Astartes created a large number of broken bodies and debris in the Death Legion's array. However, the Blitzkrieg Army that followed the battle still stepped over the bodies of their comrades without fear and rushed towards those crazy heretics. With the absolute advantage in numbers, the remaining infantry troops of more than 300 people gradually stabilized the battle line.
Those traitors, with dark brown pus and blood flowing, were gradually knocked down by bayonets and chainswords. Some of them climbed directly onto the Chaos Space Marines' power armor from behind and tried to blow up the energy backpacks with grenades, while others continued to insert bayonets or chop into the joints and seams of the power armor, and then desperately pulled the trigger before death swallowed them!
When the last wisp of smoke cleared, the Black Legion's command node on the east side of the fortress had been completely destroyed. Nearly eight hundred people died directly in the frontal battle, while more than one hundred others were suffering from the plague and prayed to their former comrades to give them a quick death before they were transformed into zombies.
"Give them the honor of committing suicide, and may he... we return to the Golden Throne." At John's command, a series of short and crisp gunshots rang out on the quiet battlefield. Then the flames of promethium burned the corpses and the remains of the Chaos Astartes together. The weapons of the Astartes that were not corrupted by Chaos were collected along with a small amount of power armor fragments.
"Urgent call to the headquarters. The field headquarters on the east side of the Black Legion has been destroyed. Seventeen Chaos Astartes were killed, one Predator tank and two armored personnel carriers were destroyed. Our unit still maintains the ability to attack. We require the follow-up assault force to launch an attack after we open a gap."
"Captain, command has replied."
"What did they say?"
The adjutant's tired, sweaty face showed a solemn expression, "Cadia stands firm, my lord."
This sentence will only be used when Cadia is in the most danger, which also means that the regiment will put all its strength into this battle. The Castle Lord's Guard Battalion directly under the regiment, as well as the General Reserve and Kashekin Company will all enter the battlefield under the cover of armored forces.
"Pass the order from the regiment headquarters to everyone, and we will move forward, forward!"
"Yes, my lord, Cadia stands."
The brand new Super-Titan Pater would serve as his flagship until he followed the Scarlet Route opened by the Great Rift, set Terra on fire, smashed the golden toilet to pieces, and trampled on that man's dreams as harshly as he had done to himself!
Yes, victory is beckoning him. Glorious, glorious revenge!
And all of this is based on one foundation - Mortarion's guess is correct. When the facts are really like this, is the Alpha Legion still as unreliable but still trustworthy as it was ten thousand years ago?
Of course the intelligence was correct, but Salmin would not tell Mortarion. As long as they could not win quickly, no matter how good his so-called battle losses looked, they would be nothing but a dream. Any losses suffered by the Imperial front in the offensive would be made up one by one.
If Mortarion had penetrated Cadia's defenses now, he would have seen that after the near destruction of the three armies, they and the star fortresses were dragged to the rear for repairs and supplies. Before the dawn of the third day after the war, the order to replenish and rebuild the 70th, 71st, and 72nd armies from Kalesus had been issued.
The seal of the Misty Star Region Military Affairs Department shone on the thick high-grade parchment, which was the light of authority. The standard weapons, armor and vehicles of the three armies, and even the fighter planes assigned to the Army Aviation will arrive within fifteen days. 270,000 new recruits with more than five years of combat experience will be in place within a month.
After two months of synthetic training, the three armies reorganized into mechanized armored clusters will be deployed to the front line of Kaleisus and Sun Makayathus. In the ice and snow of Kaleisus, they will serve as glorious Titan guards to fulfill their oath to the Empire and Cadia.
Although the Titan Guards who stopped the enemy army from boarding the Titans were mostly made up of the Mechanicus Skitarii, Kanzan and the Two Worlds Demos were too weak to afford tens of millions of elite Skitarii. Fortunately, the Cadia Blitzkrieg was now theoretically considered a specialty Skitarii of the Cadia Forge World.
The Cadian Blitzkrieg Armored Group, equipped with a large number of Storm Blade super-heavy tanks and Shadow Sword Titan destroyers, is considered the most elite among the many Titan Guards. For Warhound and Predator Titans, a concentrated fire from the Storm Blade or Shadow Sword Company is enough to penetrate their relatively fragile void shields.
Before this legion was truly formed, the new star fortress was towed to its original position by the battleship formation of the Imperial Navy. After a garrisoned battleship and five battlecruisers and heavy cruisers were destroyed by the Nurgle fleet in a fierce battle, two battleships filled their vacancies within 72 Terra hours.
If Mortarion could not destroy two sector-level fleets within a week without suffering any casualties himself, then his efforts would have been in vain. If the Chaos Alliance wanted to inflict heavy damage, they would have to launch a decisive battle. Who would be able to withstand the overwhelming wrath of the Emperor's Dream in a head-on battle?
Mortarion didn't want to, and Magnus didn't want to either. This was a dead end until smart people came up with a real solution - if you want to gain a numerical advantage, you have to fight a decisive battle with your main force;
But I can’t defeat the Emperor’s illusion;
Then gain numerical advantage first and then fight;
If you want to gain a numerical advantage, you should fight a decisive battle with your main force;
But I can’t fucking beat Emperor Huanmeng!
Chapter 167: Machayatus the Sun
Cadian First Starlink, formerly Fortress World Sun Makayathus
Well, it was still a fortress world, but it had already fallen before the arrival of Salmin, and when it was recaptured by the Imperial Fleet's merciless near-orbital bombardment, it had almost lost its original defense system. The seven bastions on the surface were first burned by the fury of the Black Legion, and then desecrated by witchcraft into seven desperate ruins venting endless rotten flies.
More than a billion plague zombies wandered on the ruins, and the millions of Astra Militarum troops originally stationed there had long been wiped out by the destruction of the Black Legion and the Nurgle Demon Army. Only when a world fell to this point would the wrath of the long-constrained Imperial Navy truly fall.
On the one hand, the commanders of the Imperial Navy are usually not like the Inquisitors. The Inquisitors' transcendent power means that as long as there is enough evidence, they still have a chance of survival after issuing an extermination order. On the other hand, the Imperial Navy's low-orbit bombardment is really an extermination order itself, which will destroy the precious treasure of the Lord of Mankind - a habitable planet!
Fleet bombing in the Warhammer world is not as civilized and environmentally friendly as Stellaris, which has interstellar laws. Unlike Stellaris, where the worst is just indiscriminate bombing without regard for civilians, and it takes months to severely damage the enemy's army; the bombing of the Imperial Fleet is designed for destruction.
There is no room for mercy. This brutal war race of humans has inflicted one of the most horrific blows in the endless desperate wars. It is a last resort specially designed for the rough and quick massacre of civilians and low-level war units on a planetary basis, although it is often used as a means of human diplomacy.
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"The bombing formation is entering low-Earth orbit. The resistance on the ground has been eliminated. Three land-based macro artillery arrays have been destroyed. The Auger matrix and the auspex have not detected any obvious signs of fighting. There is only one bastion left in our army that has not lowered its flag!"
"This is the Glorious Queen-class battleship Jean Bart. This planet has been desecrated by heretics using the most filthy witchcraft. In the name of the Great God-Emperor, the Lord of Humanity, destroy it!" The seven mottled points of light on the auspicious augur were flashing with an abominable obscurity. "The attack direction has been issued. Pre-charge the light spears of the entire fleet and release the reconnaissance formation."
The Imperial Navy's guidance fleet rose from the shuttle ramp of the Dictator-class (Note) cruiser. If the planet was simply turned into a dead zone, the accuracy of the Auger matrix would be more than enough to meet the needs, but the excellent geographical location of Sun Makayathus determined that she could not be abandoned, even if she had fallen into a hopeless ruin.
"Data is being transmitted. The 31st Cadia Regiment is fighting the Black Legion!" As long as there is still a fortress still holding out and there is still a person fighting on the surface shouting the name of the God-Emperor, she will not be abandoned.
"Transmit the coordinates and ask them to overload the void shield to resist the aftermath of the bombing. Remove the area from the macro-cannon strike preset. The reconnaissance formation will drop a laser beacon towards the Seven Hills Demon City. Instruct all ships to activate the deceleration rockets. There must be no mistakes in the precision strike."
The sacred flames of the Imperial Navy, the brilliant spears of light that were enough to burn most of the world's matter, cut scars on the earth under the guidance of the lasers of the Imperial Navy that dived through the curtain of rotten flies. The millions or even tens of millions of degrees of light created by the most exquisite human craftsmanship are far more powerful than the sun that was once regarded as purifying all evil.
The earth shattered in the dazzling column of light that connected heaven and earth, the burning fortress was extinguished, and oxygen and the so-called inert gases all succumbed to the extreme temperature - the first victim destroyed by the light spear in the atmosphere was the atmosphere itself. There was nothing that could not react to the light and heat specially created to melt meters of thick adamantine armor.
The sky is exploding, skipping the slow and gentle burning stage, and the atmosphere burned into a blue-white ionized state dripping in the air. There is no sound, because the medium within your sight has burst out the last inch of brilliance in the violent reaction, and the sky is covered with falling pure colors!
The concept of sound was lost, and the world became one color. Perhaps this is what the ancient Terra said: "Great sounds are silent, and great things are invisible." The second hour after the naval fleet completed close-range low-altitude reconnaissance, and the first second when the Imperial Fleet's light spear weapon array lit up, the atmospheric structure of this continent was dissolving in the light column!
Tens of thousands of square kilometers of sky expanded in extreme light and heat. Every inch of area that mortals believed to be blank was unscrupulously declaring its existence in the explosion. Bright spots of light visible to the naked eye from outside the planet were washing away one side of the star ball along with the slowly spreading shock wave.
The dim planet filled with foul-smelling gray-yellow spores and fungi lit up with pure blue light. The shocking and burning air swept across the mountains, depressions and burning fortresses from there. The burning shock passed through the plague and flies densely packed in the sky, and the entire continent was cleansed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The atmospheric structure collapsed in planetary-scale burning. From steel, bricks and stones, trenches flooded with mycelium and mucus... to mountains and bastions entangled with mycelium, every inch of land on the continent eroded by the evil power of the warp was purified by the sacred fire. The horrifying impact was an order of magnitude more intensive than the most intensive artillery bombardment.
This was only the first round of attacks. Any independent object on the ground would only exist as a whole formed by ultra-high temperature and high pressure. Strong flashes and electromagnetic interference blurred the image of the Auger matrix, but judging from the auspicious instrument, it was not over yet. "The first reconnaissance formation is landing, preparing to release the second reconnaissance formation. Report the damage."
The destructive light and heat slaughtered more than half of the planet, and the Nurgle demon army outside the bastion was completely wiped out. But this attack was not enough to penetrate the void shield of the Imperial Fortress - this is Cadia, the most dangerous and strongest fortress world group in the Empire. "Adjust the formation, macro cannon strike formation."
Pure energy attacks are unlikely to cause any damage due to the deflection of the void shields. To quickly overload these fortress void shields, which are comparable to naval battleships in size, fleet-level macrocannon strikes are required, or an Astartes company that penetrates deep into them must solve the problem directly from the inside.
For this classic problem, the former is a direct solution to the problem, which is slow, but safe and stable. The latter is to directly solve the "person" who raised the problem. After all, after the generator or the void shield generator itself is destroyed, the void shield itself will no longer exist.
And Jean Bart’s answer was: I want them all.
Unlike ordinary imperial troops who can only request the assistance of the Astartes, whether to come and how to fight is entirely decided by the Astartes. For Salmin and his high-ranking commanders, this is not a problem - I have no Astartes.
The Black Templars and Flesh Tearers alone are enough to take back this world, not to mention the blades of the Dark Angels and the Alpha Legion. Before the burning sky was extinguished, the iron meteors in the higher sky fell with a more red trajectory!
Chapter 168: Cadia 31st Regiment
For the 31st Regiment, which had held on to the point of near numbness, that was the trajectory of hope. Everything happened too fast, too fast. When the shadow cast by the Imperial Fleet covered the mountains and plains, every citizen of the Empire would cheer for their dazzling white and gold gorgeous armor and the huge cannons visible to the naked eye.
The Imperial Navy is the most striking display of the Imperial armed forces. From the rebels digging for food in the mud to the depraved and corrupted Chaos Astartes, after seeing these iron mountains in the void and the boundless giants weighing tens of billions and hundreds of billions of tons, all that is left is fear.
It is a giant that humans cannot possibly fight against. The Titan known as the God's Machine and even the Emperor-class Titan are only as big as the diameter of a cruiser's side main gun. And every roar and rage of hers will be accompanied by dozens of macro cannons the size of battle Titans that pierce through the sky and earth.
And for the 31st Cadia Regiment, which has pushed the demon army to the brink of destruction, they are hope.
John, a most ordinary soldier of the 31st Regiment, just like his name, there are three comrades with the same name in his company. However, now he is the only one left. The armored forces of the 31st Regiment of Cardia have fought for more than 2,000 miles, passing through the wilderness, crushing countless enemies and countless comrades.
Fortunately, despite the various shortcomings of the Leman Russ Main Battle Tank, even in this intense battle, when there was not even a moment of time for maintenance, his old friend, a Cadian Leman Russ Vanquisher, was still holding on, just like him and with him.
"Captain, the castle lord requires us to drive the enemy out of the city with the cooperation of the Imperial Navy. The bombing of the Imperial Fleet will completely destroy them!" Yes, the ordinary him became the captain - because the previous three captains were dead, and he was still alive, it was that simple. "Ha, just like Krieg," John laughed at himself, if that twitching scar could be considered a laugh.
It was impossible to return before the bombing. The impact that had just submerged most of the city effectively relieved the burden on the 31st Regiment. The demon army outside the city dissipated in the judgment and anger of the Emperor. But this also meant that after their attack drove the enemy out of the city, they would not have enough time to cross dozens of kilometers and rush back to the safe area.
Regardless of whether this charge is successful or not, they will all face death, but so what. The Cadians never fear and never surrender. He leaned out of the commander's seat and threw the respirator mask that was no longer needed heavily on the ground. Big beads of sweat fell to the ground from the steaming heat. "Today, the Emperor is with us!"
Inside Leman Russ, which was already so turbid and stuffy that even the Cadia Blitzkrieg could hardly bear it, a series of warm cheers were heard, followed by the next sentence, "Cadia stands!" Rejoice, because victory is now in front of them. They are not fighting for themselves, but for something more important and greater than life, fighting to live up to the sacrifice of the Emperor of Mankind!
There were no flowers, no songs. Amid the dull suppression of heavy bombs, this reserve force that had been kept was pressed forward at the most critical juncture. The company he led alone had twelve Leman Russ tanks and thirty-one Chimaera armored vehicles. When the torrent of steel began to turn, tens of thousands of zombies collapsed in front of them.
He knew that was because the commander had no time to take care of it. The dark green poisonous fog that suddenly rose in the distance obscured the vision of the Imperial Navy. It was a good opportunity. The commander of the zombies in this area, the Nurgle warband from the Black Legion, was over there.
Yes, although the Empire did not acknowledge the betrayal of the Angel of Death, or even the existence of demons, the Cadians who had been fighting on the front lines of the Empire's anti-chaos for years knew the basic knowledge of these things. Just as everyone knew that this war was the thirteenth catastrophe provoked by their eternal enemy, the Great Plunderer.
What they have to do now is to defeat them and use the main battle tanks' heavy artillery to insult and rape those traitors who betrayed the God-Emperor! "Fire blue flares. Leman Russ formation, arrow formation, maintain special engagement distance against Chaos Astartes!"
The Imperial Navy, which was circling upwards and preparing to leave temporarily, noticed the trajectory of the azure flare, "Requesting air support? Do you want me to open a gap for them?" The heavy laser smashed at the fat demon protruding from the pile of zombies like a meteor. At the same time, the wild and warm ice-blue fireball of the plasma bomb instantly burst out from the group of zombies.
Large clouds of smoke, carrying charred, peeling flesh and mycelium, rose slowly from the ruins of the bastion, like belated fireworks, bidding farewell to the loyal warriors of the Lord of Mankind.
Since the first flare was lit, the dense explosions have not stopped for a moment. Even the earth is shaking in the rolling thunder. Under the dazzling firelight, a cold black-gray steel formation is taking this opportunity to gallop straight into the slightly scattered poisonous fog in the explosion.
"Enemy encountered at the eleven o'clock position in the front, one Predator tank and two Rhino personnel carriers!" A scarlet laser beam shot out from the poisonous fog and hit the fragile side turret of a Leman Russ. The flamethrower turret loaded with promethium was instantly detonated. The chain reaction ignited the ammunition of the Leman Russ, and most of the turret rushed into the sky in the violent implosion.
But in the vehicle battle, the Astartes' advantage was only in the first move. Two Leman Russ Vanquisher locked onto the Predator tank that was reversing at an angle during the advance. In the face of the Vanquisher cannon's heavy laser designed for armor-piercing, the Predator's main armor was instantly burned with two bowl-sized gaps.
A cloud of black smoke slowly rose, but it was still moving. Three Leman Russ shells tore off a large piece of its sticky surface, but failed to penetrate it. The armor activated by Nurgle gave it a little extra life, but how could it struggle with its turret stuck?
"Angle of confrontation, Leman Russ Vanquisher concentrates fire on the Predator tanks, Leman Russ units retreat and fire freely!" John stepped hard on the communication pedal, and the roaring radio made the remaining nine Leman Russ spew out a series of exhaust gases. After a few dry metal friction sounds, the angular body of the World War I tank struggled to pose at a blunt angle.
Two Leman Russ Vanquisher tanks, powerful enough to penetrate the main armor, pulled sideways to both sides of the Predator tank at the same time. Crossfire is the only way to defeat a smaller force with more people. The vulnerable side should always be facing one person, right? The Predator calmly stopped its useless retreat. Since the turret cannot be turned, can't I just turn my body to aim?
This kind of operation is almost unique to Astartes. It crushes the body's functions. The muzzle of the Predator is firmly aimed at John's command tank as the vehicle body turns. A ball of fire is reflected in the poisonous fog, followed by a violent explosion!
In the anxious waiting, the Victor cannon fired again, and the heavy laser tore through the poisonous fog, leaving a long string of spots on the infrared imaging system, burning through the armor of the side skirts from the exposed side of the Predator. The heavy turret of the Predator was instantly thrown into the air by the explosion, and then fell into the mud.
Another heavy laser blew up an entire Rhino troop carrier - when the smoke cleared, the Victor command tank with its left heavy bomb turret destroyed was revealed. The flames ignited half of its body, but until it was completely detonated and destroyed, it would continue to move forward.
Chapter 169 AL Island Style is Really Fun
The soldiers of the Black Legion who were preparing to evacuate were forced to stop in this makeshift poisonous fog by the armored forces. A Predator tank and two Rhino personnel carriers sank into the rotten mud under the stranglehold of an entire armored company.
The remaining warband's handmade informal vehicles and Plague Marines were obviously unable to fight against the iron wall of the Imperial armor. Despite this, these Plague Marines, painted black but with Nurgle's classic and extremely obvious and disgusting mutations, still held bolters and melta guns, and made a final resistance in a corner of the ruins.
Silent and soundless, anyone can feel their fighting spirit, fighting for their father Nurgle, they also have the courage and perseverance to fight to the last man. Dragging rusted and cracked armor, they crossed the burning wreckage at a speed that did not match their figure, and their deadly hot melt weapons flashed a cold light.
"Skirmish formation, block the fire!" Although the soldiers of the Imperial Guard are usually separated into armored and infantry regiments in an abstract way like Israel's IDF, but for elite troops and precious currency like the Cadian Blitzkrieg, it is not a problem to ignore the Imperial Guard's tactical manual and coordinate infantry and tanks.
The salary of the Imperial Guards can't actually afford three bottles of Amazek, but fighting spirit and true faith can never be bought with money. Tempered by the glory of the Emperor and thousands of years of glory, the warriors of the Cadia Blitzkrieg will use their flesh and blood as precious armor to block the sharp blades of the Chaos Astartes until the last flag falls!
Scattered guards were scattered in front of the tank troops. The flames of laser rifles and hell guns struggled to capture the irregular trajectories of the plague warriors. The mortal soldiers did their best to slightly block these foul and corrupt killing machines. The only disadvantage of the hot-melt weapons was that their range was extremely short, and it was even difficult to hit more than 50 meters.
Apart from the melta weapons of the Salamanders, Eldar, and Necrons (and Cawl's new toys in the 42nd millennium), the actual combat distance of this kind of weapon of mass destruction is not as good as a submachine gun. After witnessing the Plague Marines, the remaining ten Leman Russ retreated urgently, and thousands of Cadia Blitzkrieg troops rushed forward without hesitation at the sound of the whistle.
Just like during the most difficult period in China, equipment was always more expensive than people, and poor people would never know what fear was. The lowly peasants used their lives to dethrone the emperor - it was really a good deal, wasn't it?
The whistling barrage of bullets exploded like raindrops in the infantry ranks. The Plague Soldiers' composite bolters and automatic cannons almost instantly tore apart dozens of soldiers standing in the forefront of the armored forces. The Imperial Guard's bulletproof armor had a defensive power of almost zero in the battles with so many monsters, not to mention that the Plague Soldiers' shooting while dodging at high speed was as deadly as ever.
The sixty or so broken bodies were almost all pierced by baby-fist-sized bombs that shattered their thick chests and plate armor, and their viscera and upper skulls that were torn apart added another layer of filth to the quagmire filled with gun smoke. The rapid laser gunfire and war cries of the Imperial Guards even overwhelmed the reloading and roar of the Leman Russ tanks.
The fire from the high-explosive grenade exploded in the face of the Cadian Blitzkrieg. At the last moment, the Plague Warriors who had rushed across a five or six hundred meter field and were almost about to carve into the Imperial Guard's array had their advances shattered by steel and gunpowder. The salvos from the two tank companies turned into a moving wall of iron and fire. The vortex of metal fragments and explosions separated the traitors from the loyal guards.
In front of the main gun of the main battle tank, the plague warriors in power armor also had to temporarily avoid the edge. Two outstanding warriors who rushed too far forward were instead caught in the range of the high-explosive grenades. The armor bestowed by the Lord of Mankind and the blessing of the evil god were meaningless at this moment. A large pool of minced meat and pus and blood full of bullet holes soaked the turned-up mud.
After a brief silence, heavy trampling sounds came from the other side of the flames, and a dozen blurry shadows emerged from behind the gradually extinguishing flames. "Everyone, put on bayonets, follow me!" The company commissar pulled out the chainsaw sword from his waist and issued the last order before engaging the enemy.
"The blood of martyrs is the seed of the Imperium! Cadia stands!" Amid the uniform battle cry of the Imperial Guard, the Chaos Astartes wielding Plague Glaives rushed into the Blitzkrieg's gun formation the next moment. These superhuman abominable traitors did not even need to swing the rusty blades in their hands; the incidental impact alone was enough to crush the flesh of mortals.
However, that was a normal counterattack. The Plague Warriors who were stopped by artillery fire and had only a few dozen meters to accelerate could not reach the normal speed at all. The flesh and blood of three people could not stop them. What about five people? What about ten people? In the sacred close combat, the sharp monomolecular bayonet is often easier to penetrate the Astartes' power armor than the laser rifle!
They were a bunch of bloated black-green tall columns that left afterimages in the eyes of the Imperial Guards. The tallest soldiers only reached their original waists and abdomens - that is, the gluttonous mouth waving a thick foreign tongue. That was a strength and speed that mortals could not reach. A plague warrior directly and roughly smashed the soldiers that blocked the road!
In the flying flesh and blood, the soldier's last effort, the sharp single-molecule bayonet was firmly entangled by a flexible tongue, and then exploded into countless pieces the moment the tongue stretched straight. In this way, he mocked the power of these inferior mortals, and then swung the broad plague blade to cut the two soldiers in half at the moment they passed each other.
The soldiers in the back row or in the same column raised their bayonets and stabbed at the gaps in the power armor as they marched. The weaker the party was, the less they could panic. Absolute discipline combined the strength of mortals. Even if the corpses of their comrades who were roughly smashed hit their thin bulletproof armor like a torrential rain, "For the Emperor!"
Thirteen broken corpses were smeared on the armor of the Chaos Astartes, but his charging steps were abruptly stopped by the spear array composed of flesh and blood - the broad plague blade was able to block an entire wall of spears with a violent swing, and his arm joints and exposed flanks, which were forced to slow down, were also stuck by several bayonets!
The sharp protruding bone spurs tore open the palms of two more plague warriors as they struggled. The activated spores and strains were infecting the bodies and minds of the surrounding mortals under his will. It was almost time, it was almost time. In less than ten seconds, he would correct his recklessness and sacrifice these foolish mortals to his great father.
"!" A cold and hot solid metal was forcefully pushed into his lower abdomen. The second mouth given to him by Nurgle hesitated but accurately identified what the foreign object was - a plasma rifle that was being charged!
Chapter 170: Cleansing
Madman! Fucking madman! Anyone who dared to use this crude and explosive weapon of destruction was in a sense a ruthless person who didn't care about his life, and to press a charging plasma rifle into the flesh of the enemy was even more of a madman. The Plague Warrior's struggling body froze instantly, and the tongue wrapped around the barrel softened.
The Chaos Astartes lowered his noble head, but only saw hatred and determination on the festering face. Without saying another word, the surging azure clean light instantly engulfed the Plague Warriors, and the induced hot melt added another color to the fire. Every trace of blasphemous rotten flesh, ambition and hatred disappeared in the flames.
Do not use non-volley laser rifles or multi-barrel laser cannons to shower Astartes. A hit on the head with a heavy bomb or automatic cannon will most likely kill it, or at least effectively damage these fallen heretic angels of death. A hit with the melta or plasma can ensure death, which is also the purpose of the special weapons group.
Ordinary Imperial Guards do not undertake the task of fighting against Astartes, but for the Cadian Blitzkrieg, the Death Korps of Krieg, or the Armageddon Iron Legion, which specializes in fighting against greenskins and also needs Can Openers (the heavily armored boss of the Orks), sufficient special weapons sets can really save lives.
In the gap between tanks being reloaded, two squads of Chaos Astartes had already charged into the ranks of the Cadian Blitzkrieg, Plague Blades, Lightning Claws and Chainswords leaving ripped wounds on the flesh and steel. The plague and rust of despair, accompanied by flies and stench, slaughtered the loyal warriors.
Although there were cases of successful exchanges, the Plague Warriors in the Black Legion were not mass-produced goods from the devil's womb after all. It was the result of the Emperor's blessing that they could exchange any veteran soldiers in a head-on battle. Even the Cadia Blitzkrieg Army had its formation gradually torn apart during the retreat.
On the front battlefield, exchanging ten Leman Russ tanks for a Predator tank that the Chaos Astartes can no longer produce is a huge profit, but this cannot be said for the remnants of a unit launching a desperate assault. These two tank companies mixed with a large number of Chimaera armored vehicles are already the last armored assault force on the Eastern Front.
Now, they could quickly end the battle by launching an assault, but they had to retain the manpower to tear open the enemy's front for the main force, and they could not consume too much in one battle. They could only choose to believe that the infantry of the Cadia Blitzkrieg Army was enough to drag the Black Legion into the abyss with artillery support.
A Plague Warrior spun and broke free from the restraints of the bayonet phalanx. The broken and fractured blades pried open the armor on his body, and as he moved, he cut and pierced the rancid flesh again and again. The burns from the laser rifle's close shooting made him even more crazy, and despair gave him even greater strength.
The Plague Warrior tore off the bolt pistol in the political commissar's hand along with most of his arm, and then pierced his chest from the back. The bone stumps pierced his alveoli like a sieve with his heavy breathing. At the last moment of his life, he squeezed out the last bit of strength to stab the rotating chainsaw sword along the protruding bone spurs on the Plague Warrior's armor!
The high-speed rotating saw teeth left a narrow scratch on the bone spur, and the arm fell off, and the smelly black sticky blood splashed wantonly on the ground. Thousands of soldiers dragged these plague warriors on the muddy flat ground without any shelter, until the armored forces fired rounds of bursts and crushed the heretic and the land around him by more than ten meters.
The light sword squad had nearly half of the tissue on the face of a Havoc Warrior blown off, leaving only a broken skull and remnants of flesh hanging on the spine. However, the Death Guard slowly turned the head with only half of the face left, as if they didn't care about the wound that could easily kill the Space Marine, while the tentacles and flying insects were stitching up the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The armored forces attacked immediately, and the explosions of high-explosive grenades plowed through the traitor Astartes who had lost their original mobility due to being pinned down by the infantry forces, and the entire Havoc Squad was blown over by dense shrapnel. The sharp shrapnel tore through the power armor and completely shattered the user into several pools of smoking minced meat.
The next moment, the scorching laser beam accurately shot at the hull of the Leman Russ tank. The laser burned several craters on the armor plate of the Leman Russ tank, and then the rocket hit the damaged hull, and a sharp noise echoed inside the hull. It was the last struggle of the dying Black Legion.
With a sudden and crazy war cry, the only two remaining Chaos Astartes created a large number of broken bodies and debris in the Death Legion's array. However, the Blitzkrieg Army that followed the battle still stepped over the bodies of their comrades without fear and rushed towards those crazy heretics. With the absolute advantage in numbers, the remaining infantry troops of more than 300 people gradually stabilized the battle line.
Those traitors, with dark brown pus and blood flowing, were gradually knocked down by bayonets and chainswords. Some of them climbed directly onto the Chaos Space Marines' power armor from behind and tried to blow up the energy backpacks with grenades, while others continued to insert bayonets or chop into the joints and seams of the power armor, and then desperately pulled the trigger before death swallowed them!
When the last wisp of smoke cleared, the Black Legion's command node on the east side of the fortress had been completely destroyed. Nearly eight hundred people died directly in the frontal battle, while more than one hundred others were suffering from the plague and prayed to their former comrades to give them a quick death before they were transformed into zombies.
"Give them the honor of committing suicide, and may he... we return to the Golden Throne." At John's command, a series of short and crisp gunshots rang out on the quiet battlefield. Then the flames of promethium burned the corpses and the remains of the Chaos Astartes together. The weapons of the Astartes that were not corrupted by Chaos were collected along with a small amount of power armor fragments.
"Urgent call to the headquarters. The field headquarters on the east side of the Black Legion has been destroyed. Seventeen Chaos Astartes were killed, one Predator tank and two armored personnel carriers were destroyed. Our unit still maintains the ability to attack. We require the follow-up assault force to launch an attack after we open a gap."
"Captain, command has replied."
"What did they say?"
The adjutant's tired, sweaty face showed a solemn expression, "Cadia stands firm, my lord."
This sentence will only be used when Cadia is in the most danger, which also means that the regiment will put all its strength into this battle. The Castle Lord's Guard Battalion directly under the regiment, as well as the General Reserve and Kashekin Company will all enter the battlefield under the cover of armored forces.
"Pass the order from the regiment headquarters to everyone, and we will move forward, forward!"
"Yes, my lord, Cadia stands."
