This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 419 You fought very well
The infuriating resistance continues.

Surrounded by the living saint and Cipher, Typhon was initially at a disadvantage, and had it not been for the new blessing bestowed upon them by the Father, he might have been killed on the spot.

This infuriated him, prompting him to call for more landing troops.

More Death Guards began to emerge from the bio-enhanced cavities, surrounding more city blocks and destroying more infrastructure.

More Titans descended via space elevators and began attacking the surface artillery arrays that were still relentlessly unleashing shells.

The Void Shield in the sky flickered between light and darkness.

"Shoot Abaddon!"

Having narrowly dodged the living saint's blade, and feeling the intense heat emanating from his swollen abdomen, Typhon roared involuntarily.

Amidst Abaddon's mocking laughter, Vengeful Spirit's massive and terrifying body slowly descended, its shipborne Void Shield able to briefly withstand the remaining anti-aircraft fire on the surface.

"Compress the formation, withdraw into the air defense array, and move to the other end of the nest city."

"Kamel roared."

The addition of the Fallen Angel greatly alleviated the pressure on him as a battlefield commander who might be beheaded, allowing him to focus on organizing the defense of the entire planet's resistance forces.

The only advantage of the reduced forces is the speed of command. Not only Astartes, but even mortals can react quickly and escape into the anti-aircraft facilities that are covered by small void shields.

Cipher immediately organized the fallen angels to evacuate with the vigilant angels, while Saint Celestine continued to relentlessly attack Typhon, the enemy commander who had caused all of this.

boom! ! !
The noise stopped.

The roar that surrounded them abruptly ceased as they reached the inner side of the Void Shield.

All sounds are silent.

Then Kamel could hear a buzzing in his ears.

It started off low and muffled, then gradually grew louder.

Kamel, along with the people around him, was instantly launched into the air.

A shockwave that pierced through the void shield knocked him to the ground, with noise and explosive impacts continuing unabated.

A pile of rubble almost buried him.

The Void Shield is overloaded.

The asteroid impact, the prolonged bombardment, and the enemy's destruction of power supply facilities by surface forces finally brought the protective shield that the defenders relied on to the brink of collapse.

The fortress that had been blocking the Titans' advance gradually fell silent.

wow~
Typhons freed himself from the ashes binding him, without a trace of joy.

He knew very well that what awaited the living saint was another resurrection.

So the lord of the swarm of flies immediately rushed to the location of the core of the resistance.

Is that the end?

That's it for now.

"A counter-charge will close the distance between us and the enemy forces!"

He struggled to push away the rubble and shouted into the communicator strapped to his neck.

Astartes's sharp mind and ample battlefield experience gave him an unprecedented response, which was both the most effective and the most helpless way to deal with the enemy's intense artillery bombardment.

A strong, powerful arm pulled him up.

"grown ups?"

Kamel's eyes trembled.

"No, soldier."

The knight looked down at Camel's face, which was almost unrecognizable, and said:

"That's not necessary."

As soon as the words were spoken, the troops who were still resisting heard an even stronger and more powerful voice.

The machines on these humans began to pulsate, repair themselves, and then roar again, as if a supreme force was forcing these machines, which should have been extensions of human arms, back to their original state.

"You played very well."

A voice as beautiful as heavenly music rang out.

The Lord of Knights looked around.

A series of ruins stretching to the horizon, seemingly without end.

"You all played very well."

The sound reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

Arthur then released his hand and turned to the edge of the shattered ruins.

Cipher pulled Camel, whose body had been repaired but whose soul had reached its limit, into the bunker.

"That is?"

"I can't understand it," Kamel asked, still half-asleep.

"That is the Lord of Knights."

Cipher replied, "Now, he will be with us."

"He will be with us."

"Kamel repeated, closing his eyes in a daze."

The Lord of Knights did not come alone; his legion accompanied him throughout.

As the ancient creations buried deep within the earth shine once more, Legion warriors surge up the city walls through narrow passages and rear tunnels.

These warriors, clad in black and red armor, advanced from the bottom of the hive, pulling back the still-resisting allies, taking their place, and giving them time to reload, rest, and reposition themselves.

They made their way through the crowd and shook hands with the bloodied arms of the Guardian Angels as a gesture of greeting.

Then they, and the massive war machines behind them, began to roar.

Giant war machines belonging to a young race crossed the channels established by the ancient saints and took shape on a completely unfamiliar planet.

The towering figures unfolded one after another, stepping onto the shattered land of the Nest, and a legion centered around an Emperor-class Titan joined the battlefield. That was the Mordred Titan Legion. Long before Incaladion was purged for colluding with Perturabo, everything in this Forged World belonged to the Wings of Dawn, along with their armed forces.

Soldiers in power-feedback armor detached from armored units and filled the destroyed fortresses.

The Valkyrie ground attack aircraft surged out of the ground in a rather bizarre manner, its heavy artillery sweeping through the transport tunnel, shattering countless figures.

The once-silent firing positions resumed firing at maximum efficiency as technicians and combat units moved in. Shell casings pushed aside the mountains of long-cooled shells piled up at the breech, and the automatic loader kept emptying the ammunition hopper, emitting a continuous hum.

The intense heat from the countless weapons erupting once more began to evaporate the increasingly viscous air.

Seemingly in response to the invaders and their fierce attack, humanity chose to retaliate in kind, and the scale of the war began to escalate.

Legions continuously poured out from the underground network and took over the defense, while warships belonging to Dawn Star pierced through the edges of the hidden satellites that circled the planet.

Guided by alien scouts, they traveled tens of thousands of light-years to the other side of the galaxy.

These colossal ships, which had been eager to achieve glory since their construction, rushed towards the chaotic traitors before they could even react after a brief period of integration.

And the one who led all of this was the Lord of the Knights.

Arthur walked through the ruins, past the churning, twisting, and decaying corpses of his enemies, and through the miasma of dust and viruses.

He led the Knights of the Round Table forward, slaying any enemy that dared to approach. Each person was equipped with a personal shield to protect them. This unstoppable force made contact with any force that tried to hinder the Knights Lord's advance, and then shattered them the instant they made contact.

These enemies were annihilated by plasma weapons, torn apart by warp weapons, and destroyed by any means that killed a life most efficiently.

The champion, who prided himself on his superb skills, attempted to fight for his life through a duel, only to be instantly shredded to pieces by a force field weapon.

Their clean cloaks swept away the enemy's ashes and dispelled the smoke behind them, leaving a wound that belonged to the enemy and would never heal.

Typhons watched as the Lord of Knights charged straight toward him as if he had eyes that could see a thousand miles, and felt every part of his body trembling.

The rescue transport plane was shot down, and the transfer space elevator was destroyed by scouts who had infiltrated the formation beforehand.

The plague-infested zombies around them fell down with groans, their rotting flesh beginning to fall away.

However, the God-King Death Guard, transformed and blessed by the Father, did not melt away on the spot like walking wax, but continued to persevere.

These plague warriors look much stronger.

Their bodies are not merely places that contain Nurgle's blessing, but also represent a near-perfect ecosystem by the standards of the real universe, a cluster of life forms.

'Just like the empire, we are many times stronger than we were decades ago.'

Facing the approaching Lord of Knights, this slight advantage gave Typhons a renewed sense of courage, even though he had just been rushing to behead him and then fleeing.

But he soon realized he was wrong.

How wrong.

The Lord of Knights never paid attention to him.

Instead, it was out of fear that Nurgle's chosen ones subconsciously summoned the Titan legions around him for protection!
Ow! ! !
A pungent, sticky snort echoed from the war horns of the Nurgle Plague Titans.

It sensed the small creatures approaching from behind the ruins.

The triple-mounted close-in weapon, wrapped in barnacles and various plants, began to rotate, and shells larger than the Leman Rustam were falling straight down.

The speed of light is much faster than that of a solid projectile!
A brilliant light shone forth!
The massive Warmaster-class Titan swayed violently as its head was pierced through, and flames, severed limbs, maggots, and fragments of an unknown shell-like object from the shattered plague lair burst forth.

Arthur gripped the blade tightly, carefully adjusting the angle. The knowledge and formulas instilled in him by countless people like Caul and Roch echoed in his mind, and then he poured energy into the interior of the Plague Titan.

Then, a series of explosions occurred in Titan's shoulder and chest/abdomen.

The time has come.

Arthur silently recited the command, then raised his sword and swept it across the Titan legion that was gathered together.

A series of devastating explosions erupted, the beam overloading the Titans' Void Shield and severing their adamantite spines.

Some of the Titans began to topple, stirring up wave after wave of mud and soil, causing the earth to tremble.

Some Titans broke apart, their heads, thoroughly biomorphed from years of chaotic pollution, crashing against buildings before snapping and rolling off, their mouths gazing at the lifeless sky.

The all-encompassing brilliance flashed and then vanished.

The ensuing secondary explosion rippled through the massive metal wreckage.

That was a chain reaction of explosions triggered by the infusion of energy into the Titan's core, spewing out large amounts of molten steel at high temperatures. The shockwave then swept out the filth and steel that made up these weapons of war over a range of tens of kilometers.

A storm of rotting tissue, highly toxic fragments, and metal debris.

The Death Guards and the creatures that make up their bodies were blasted up the wall and then squeezed out by the impact.

These blessed, strange creatures roared and hissed in indistinct, indistinct sounds, taking the lives of their owners before fleeing into the crevices of ruins or the sewers.

Typhons rolled his compound eyes.

When the beam of light struck, there were three or four men standing beside him.

And now, he is the only one still standing.

The world fell silent. Arthur stood on the scarred earth, staring at the consequences of his attack.

Bathed in the dying roar of the divine machine, he straightened up, the golden blade of his sword flickering in his hand.

He stared at the empty space ahead.

The wind whipped up sand and dust.

The Knights of the Round Table scattered, continuing to tear through the enemy ranks as the blades of their swords.

Then Arthur looked up and gazed at the sky.

His gaze seemed to be fixed on the hordes of people peering from beyond the heavens. Even from thousands of meters away, the Knight Lord's every move instilled fear in the enemies of Chaos.

In the sky and on the earth, behind the Knight Lord, an even larger army is unfolding, like a dragon spreading its wings.

A long silence.

Then a roar from the Chaos Warlord echoed through the communications.

"run!!!"

　P.S.: Sorry, I intended to finish writing it all at once but ended up writing too much, so it's late.

　　The Titan Legion that Incaldion forged the world is indeed Mordred, not something I made up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)