This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 338 Calamity Flames Enter from the Sky (4k)

Cardia, Antarctic Landing Site, Tucana Fortress
The Holy Blood Angels are fighting a bloody battle on the front lines.

They remained as handsome as sculptures, but their imposing presence was even more formidable than before. The noble traditions they had upheld since the return of the angels were temporarily set aside amidst the escalating war, and the bloodthirsty instincts ingrained deep within their genes were fully awakened as the conflict progressed.

As Gabriel Seth led the Angels of Tears, relying on the fortifications, to launch repeated counter-attacks, devouring wave after wave of overly aggressive siege teams, and the sound of power swords slicing through steel and flesh echoed in the communication channels, the Blood Angels had transformed into the purest and most primal embodiment of fear.

No one will be afraid.

Mortals fought alongside them, and whenever the aggressive angels disrupted the formation of a siege force, a barrage of artillery fire from heavy war machines would follow.

The laser cannon array wove a blazing net of fire across the night sky, tearing the Chaos Traitors' formation to shreds.

Everyone knows the angels' cruelty, but this is a truth that is only revealed when they are facing an enemy.

No one dared to use this flaw to attack humanity's guardians again.

The truest and most well-known essence of the Blood Angels is that they are the guardians of humanity, using themselves as weapons to instill fear in their opponents.

The grey-blue Executioner Legion also stood firm in the bloody battle, forming the steel backbone of the defensive line. The honor medals inlaid with skulls jingled on their armor. Ten thousand years later, the Dornish offspring, who left their mother legion in the third army formation, were still undaunted by attrition and fierce tug-of-war.

With the unwavering will of battle monks, they crushed every enemy charge and tore apart the opponent's lines with even more ferocious counterattacks.

They refused to yield an inch, nor would they take a single step forward.

His armor was covered in blood, and his shield was shattered.

The weapons began to emit excessive steam, and the swords were riddled with jagged edges; only the energy fields of the powered weapons shone brightly.

Looking around, they were not much different from the Holy Blood Angels bathed in blood.

Fafnir Lane's yellow armor was dripping with the blood of his enemies, and he was invincible amidst a pile of corpses made up of enemy bones.

The double axes swung continuously, slashing at the head and body of the Chaos traitor, and with each swing, they tore off the ripped limbs and threw them into the dust kicked up by the cannon fire.

He joined Cypatus, his blood-soaked angel brother, who was also covered in blood.

They relied on each other's backs to withstand the fierce attacks from all sides.

Lann never imagined that he would see his old comrades again, let alone that it would be ten thousand years later.

Back then, they supported each other with their backs, fighting together against a powerful enemy.

Right there in Terra, on Saturn, atop an equally fortified fortress.

Ten figures surrounded him.

The smoke of gunpowder in my memory overlaps with the flames of war before my eyes, as if time has never passed.

boom!
A tremendous force swept across, severing the upper body of a steel warrior who only reached his arm's height, spraying his rotting entrails onto the scorched earth.

The axe blade continued its momentum, piercing through the shield of a siege guard, and then cleaving him and the gunner beside him in two.

There are seven more.

Blood dripped down the grooves of his visor. Lann entered a state of absolute focus, dodging the direct plasma beams, deflecting the enemy's shields and swords, and then hacking his axe blade into the terracotta and bone.

call!
He turned around, and scorching gunfire grazed his body.

Under the cover of Sepatius's superb swordsmanship, the broken axe blade broke off again, and the axe handle mechanically extended backward, whereupon a spare axe blade was immediately replaced.

Lann faced the last Iron Warrior, who bravely used the remains of his comrades as cover as he attempted a close-range suicide attack.

Lann suddenly sprang up, his power boots crushing the congealed blood scabs as he traversed a blood swamp more than ten meters wide.

The iron hand gripped the other's curled-up arm, and the short axe on the left arm slid down the chain, the powerful force forcibly straightening the arm.

Then he kicked the molten bomb away, and then chopped off his spine with an axe.

The new MK10 power armor has a built-in servo motor, resulting in a significant amount of redundant space in the backpack area that was previously used to carry the power equipment.

Lann wasn't used to completely converting his backpack into a flight backpack like his respectable cousins. Instead, he kept enough weaponry and a little fuel for five emergency maneuvers.

Puchi~
With his powerful physique and power armor, the axe blade sliced ​​through the enemy's waist as easily as cutting butter. Knowing the nature of the Chaos Blessed, Lann followed up with a swift axe strike, the blade deeply embedded in the enemy's face armor.

Leaving aside the mutilated corpse, Lann gripped the chained axe handle tightly again, his cold and bloodthirsty gaze sweeping around him, only to find that there were no enemies around him.

The area around the Void Shield surrounding the fortress received continuous artillery support from friendly forces. The precise barrage of fire tore apart any enemy positions attempting to penetrate the shield, allowing Astartes to focus solely on dealing with siege squads of equal size.

Further away, the towering war dog Hal stood beside the pile of corpses. He was better at fighting alone, and his soul could support that extraordinary body.

They looked at each other from a distance, then raised their hands to indicate that they were still alive.

Unlike the siege of Terra, they are now in a position of advantage.

The Wings of Dawn facilitated the integration of mortals and Astartes early on, and both mortals and Astartes were united under the command of a single regime.

Lann and his fellow warriors, who returned from ancient times, successfully bridged the rifts that had formed between the various warbands during their long period of independence, thanks to their unwavering camaraderie.

The iteration of science and technology has been revived, the power of faith has been rationally utilized, the subspace forces that were once feared like tigers and wolves have been systematically explained, and a truly 'scientific' understanding has been established.

Of course, nothing in this world is perfect, especially in this malevolent universe.

Technological innovation is accompanied by risks, the power of faith may be distorted and twisted, there will always be those who question Lord Ramses' interpretation of the subspace, and progress is always accompanied by crisis.

But whenever a technology is corrupted by chaos, it means a qualified scientific research group is born; whenever one person falls into depravity, dozens or hundreds of people establish correct understanding.

Undoubtedly, the Wings of Dawn united the vast majority of people.

Today they are stronger, better, more united, and full of fighting spirit.

Therefore, they will ultimately win, and rightfully so.

wow-

A streak of fire streaked across the sky, its blazing white tail scorching the clouds with blackened marks, leaving a straight trail in the atmosphere.

Faint feathers of light fell, the molten wings of a seraph, accompanied by the message that all troops operating outside should retreat back into the Cujus Fortress.

After listening to their comrade's explanation, Lann and Sepatitus exchanged a glance, their power backpacks simultaneously spewing blue flames as they hurriedly followed the fiery meteor that tore through the sky.

"grown ups!"

"Lord Arthur!"

On the inner high walls of Rhododendron Fortress, the bloodied warriors met the two Primarchs who had summoned them back.

The seraph's armor still bore traces of dried blood.

The Knight Lord's armor remained completely untouched.

At this moment, their faces were serious. Sept. Sepatus, who had been with them for many years, could notice the shallow furrows between Karna's brows and Arthur's lips pressed into a straight line.

"grown ups?"

Climbing the more than 600-meter-high wall, Sepatitus walked forward, dragging his blood-stained cloak.

Beside him were Gabriel Seth, Fafnir Lane, and the war dog Hal, their armor also covered in blood, which would be the medals that would prove their sacrifice in the future.

"Should the troops be recalled?" The wind tore at the tattered banners, but Karna remained focused on the sky as Arthur, who had already replenished the fortress's resources, asked.

"Completed, the specific data is being tallied."

Sepatias replied immediately.

"After completing the statistics, we organized engineers, sappers, and technical sergeants to reinforce the inner ring fortifications, terminated the harassment and surprise attack operations, and concentrated all our forces on defense and counterattack."

"Secondly, instruct air defense forces to cease long-range support to other areas for the next half hour and focus on defending the airspace, concentrating their attacks on any objects that come into view."

"Arthur commanded."

"Yes."

Septius nodded, somewhat puzzled as to why the Lord of Knights would issue such a conservative order.

For months, the defenses of the Rudraksha Fortress have remained impregnable. The Chaos' repeated raids have been more about leaving more warp influence in the area than about conquering it.

However, the air defenses of the three fortresses are very good. Although the impact continues to increase with seemingly endless investment, it is still far from the point of large-scale subspace rifts unfolding.

However, the Primarch does not speak without purpose.

Septius swiftly dispatched the Crimson Paladin troops to relay the order, and then, along with the archangel, looked up at the heavens.

If I'm not mistaken, an accident is about to happen.

Hal seemed to sense something as well. He squeezed through the blast shields and followed the narrow path to the front of the wall, adjusting the brightness of his vision with his goggles.

An unsettling red glow appeared in the sky, which was covered by dense dust clouds.

The steel behemoth burned as it tore through the thick curtain.

At the same moment, the completely blocked information transmission also showed some fluctuations. In just that instant, the emergency communication channels of countless fortresses were filled with warnings from the Dawn Fleet.

That was a Glory Queen.

Septitus recognized it at first glance; it was exactly the same as the crash of the Blood Angels' flagship, the 'Red Tear,' ten thousand years ago.

It is the 'Conqueror'.

She was once a sharp blade among the stars, an extension of the emperor's will, bringing liberation and salvation to countless people.

Now, she is nothing but a wreckage engulfed in flames, falling from the sky, tearing through the clouds, dragging thick smoke and fragments of burning flesh and tissue, like a burning meteor.

The mottled insignia on the bow had long since melted away, and the twisted metal frame emitted a piercing shriek as it fell, as if it were refusing to fall.

The turrets collapsed from the broken decks and fell to the desolate land below. Each one had once been an embodiment of destruction, but now they were just burning scrap metal. The observation windows of the bridge remained sturdy, and perhaps there were still living people inside.

No, there must still be living people.

The atmosphere was trembling.

The group observed the trajectory of the Conqueror's descent.

No one thought about how to stop her.

Such a massive ship could only be torn apart by a concentrated attack from a standard legion fleet; causing damage to it is beyond human capability.

Even though the 'Conqueror' was bound by gravity, it kept adjusting its posture as its pilot tried to find a suitable position, a good position to attack.

Boom!

The Cuckoo Fortress anti-aircraft array, which had been preparing for some time, decisively opened fire.

Several plasmas, each a hundred meters in diameter, shot straight toward the Conqueror. The blinding blue light illuminated the battlefield as if it were daytime, but they vanished the instant they made contact with the Conqueror, as if swallowed by some invisible giant maw.

The bombardment, powerful enough to overload a Starfortress-class void shield, was swallowed by a crimson rift, and the Blood God, who had been passive since the start of the war, took the initiative for the first time.

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It looks like there are a lot of people on that ship.

Arthur shook his head, released his left hand from Karna's shoulder, and rested his right arm on the hilt of his sheathed sword. The energy around the black sword continued to accumulate.

Now we really can't try to switch sides, otherwise we might end up jumping straight into the Blood God Demon Realm.

Everyone was on edge, watching the Conqueror plummet as the colossal ship stubbornly adjusted its posture despite the gravitational pull.

The Conqueror's engines roared at full power, resisting the acceleration brought by gravity, circling the fortress for most of the way, and finally cutting into the earth at an almost parallel angle.

Boom!

The massive warship advanced, tearing through the sound barrier, its shockwaves leveling the ruins below and creating a long, deep crater that stretched for tens of kilometers, while also causing the other side of the earth to bulge.

When the dust finally settled, the warship was seen from the side, with only its twisted keel pointing towards the sky, like a broken sword stuck in the earth. Surprisingly, the Void Shield, which had been in operation all along, formed an area that was almost tangent to the edge of the fortress's Void Shield.

Excellent control skills.

It was a suicidal act of desperation, and it seems the opposing commander hasn't lost his mind.

Arthur narrowed his eyes and released his grip. The 'Star God Fragment Energy Concentration Program' terminated, and the energy that had been accumulating inside the scabbard dissipated.

If the opponent chooses to charge straight at him, he wouldn't mind using Excalibur on his home turf to give the ship a good whack, but now that the distance has increased, it's not easy for him to launch a surprise attack.

"Activate maximum missile coverage."

Arthur is not a tokusatsu villain, so he has no intention of giving the other party a chance to regroup.

Missiles are a fairly effective weapon against Void Shield.

Although Imperial guidance technology is 'somewhat' crude due to the lack of a satellite network, its superior materials and Astartes laser guidance ensure the stability of the missile body during violent acceleration and deceleration and the accuracy of striking the target, and can perfectly utilize the characteristics of the Void Shield to carry out precise killing of internal targets.

The veterans around them stared intently at the battlefield, their expressions solemn, keenly capturing every bit of information.

From the massive, wrecked ship, they could already feel the oppressive presence of the mastermind behind it all, and everyone was on high alert.

A chilling shriek echoed from the horizon.

The Death Strike Missile, with an abrupt stop that defies the laws of physics, pierced through two layers of void shield barriers in succession.

Then there was a "pop" sound—

Like a firecracker stuck in rubber, the projectile suddenly freezes, and the shockwave from the explosion only stirs up the surrounding air.

A layer of blood god's curtain lay between the two void shields, becoming increasingly viscous.

Blood and energy converge, and the sky ignites.

Blood mist surged, and the sky burned.

Huh-huh-huh-

The relentless hurricane swept past, carrying embers and sparks.

It swept past the soldiers' eyes, which were fixed intently ahead, never blinking.

(End of this chapter)