Warhammer 40: Starting as a Rogue Trader

Chapter 258 Ferrus and Fugen
Creed's command post was also bombed by Chaos.

Creed glanced at the soldier lying on the ground beside him.

A soldier in a medic's combat uniform came over and checked; the nanotherapy gun couldn't bring the dead back to life.

The medic shook his head at Creed...

"Let's cremate them directly to prevent Chaos from using their bodies."

The burning bonfires on the battlefield were filled with the corpses of the warriors of Kadia, who were burned along with other supporting Astral Army soldiers.

We no longer have the resources to ascertain their identities and origins.

All the Cardians could do was separate the bodies of the loyalists from those of the traitors.

The ashes of the loyalists will remain in Cadia and be forever intertwined with this land.

The smell of burning corpses permeated the Black Rock Plains.

Creed's cigar continued to burn, the smoke masking the stench of death in the air.

On the table, cups of Reca coffee mixed with stimulant chemicals were placed to ensure Creed could always maintain his high energy levels.

He kept looking at the markings on the tactical map in front of him, and orders were being issued one after another.

However, infantry regiments on the map are still being systematically wiped out.

One by one, the chess pieces were pushed over.

The demon army is something that mortals should never have to face.

Creed was grateful for the existence of the combat suit, otherwise the situation would have been much worse. With the combat suit and other equipment, he still had room to adjust his tactics and launch a counterattack.

The position kept changing hands between loyalists and traitors.

The Primarchs are breaking through the three lines of defense at an extremely rapid pace, layer after layer.

He kept calculating the resources he could still mobilize.

However, it wasn't all bad news. Communications from the Bastion Line informed him that the area was now safe, but the Chaos Titans and most of Abaddon's forces still had the strength to resist.

At least we don't have to worry about the enemies there coming to reinforce us, nor do we have to worry about the safety of the planetary shield.

Meanwhile, underground in Blackrock, Kaul was already conducting final adjustments.

"Two... at most two hours, and they will completely break through our defenses..."

Creed calculated how long he could hold out, and this was definitely the most dangerous moment he had ever experienced in his life.

He looked at Marshal Amaric of the Black Templar beside him and said.

"Marshal... I need you to lead your warriors to buy time at all costs... I will have the Battle Sisters and all the troops cooperate with you; you need to hold off those Primarchs."

“We would have done it without you telling us.”

Amarich didn't think he could really stop those demonic Primarchs; perhaps this time, he and his brothers in the Chapter would all die here.

Their destiny was to die on the battlefield.

The Black Templars are already one of the most active warbands in the Empire, and if the entire Black Templars were gathered together...

Their numbers will be terrifying, reaching thousands or even tens of thousands of "Black Orcs." Even these demonic Primarchs would have to think twice before attacking them. Unfortunately, time is too tight, and there is simply not enough time to gather the chapter members scattered throughout the galaxy.

But before Amarich could gather his troops, Creed called him back.

"Marshal! Wait! Something's happened!"

Amaric also came to the tactical map.

On the tactical map, the signals representing the three Primarchs all stopped.

The enemy, who was advancing almost every second, has stopped attacking?

It was as if something was blocking them, preventing them from advancing even an inch further.

Meanwhile, reports came from the soldiers at the front.

"Lord Guilliman and his men have held off the Chaos Primarch's attack? Excellent! The great Primarch has also arrived above the Cardia! Wait... say it again! What did you see?"

Amaryllis also looked at Creed, wondering why this usually calm mortal would react so strongly. "Creed, what exactly happened at the front?"

However, before Creed could reply, the Black Templars, who were on the front lines, also sent back a message.

Creed and Amaric looked at each other, both with expressions of disbelief.

They received the intelligence at almost the same time.

Another Primarch has appeared on the Cardia?

Their first thought was of other traitorous Primarchs.

However, when the frontline personnel risked their lives to transmit the footage back to command, they discovered an even more unbelievable situation.

Then appeared a being whose appearance was exactly the same as Felus.

They could understand and accept the idea that Guilliman, who had been sleeping, would awaken.

Or perhaps other missing Primarchs, seeing the Empire in peril, could return to save it, just as Primarch Volkan did during the War of the Beasts against the Orcs.

After all, those original entities were just missing.

However, the appearance of Felus, the Primarch of the Iron Hand who had already been confirmed dead, made the two of them think that the report from the front line was a false alarm.

He's completely dead, his head has been cut off. So where did Felus come from?

His death is almost universally acknowledged; more than one original chapter witnessed Felus's death!
If ordinary people don't know, how could Amarich not know Feralas?
Meanwhile, Felus had already reached the position that Fugen was attacking.

Karax activated all the Purifiers that had been created.

Two thousand Purifiers were standing behind Feralus at that moment.

Not only are there mechanized Templars, but also a number of unmanned Immortals.

"Two hours... The core of the sun can only support my body to fight at full strength for two hours after leaving the Spear of Adun... But that should be enough!"

He recalled the advice Kairax had given him.

The stronger the body, the more energy it consumes, and combat will further increase energy consumption.

This body, a fusion of hundreds of Purifiers, consumes a hundred times more energy.

The Kadia soldiers on the position also stopped firing, and the Imperial Sons on the opposite side also halted their attack.

An eerie silence descended upon the battlefield.

The Slaanesh demons wanted to continue their attack, but were stopped by Fugen's roar.

Swinging its snake tail... Fugen came to the front.

When he saw that Felix was actually standing in front of him, Fugen's eyes cleared for a brief moment...

"Ferus...is it really you?"

Fugen couldn't believe what he was seeing either.

"Forgrim, you traitor! Look what you've done!"

Ten thousand years later, when Felus saw Fugen, his treacherous brother, again, he questioned him once more.

His tone was filled with barely suppressed anger.

When the word "traitor" came out of Felus's mouth, Fugen's heart was once again filled with anger.

"I've already killed you... I personally chopped off your head, and I also killed your clones... Why were you never willing to stand with me? We could have changed the world according to our own ideas."

What is there to cherish about this corrupt empire? What is there to follow about that hypocritical emperor?

He only deceives us! He has no regard for us, only for the humans he speaks of.

We are clearly stronger and more perfect; in our hands, the empire will be incomparably powerful.

Although Fugen didn't know why Feralus was standing in front of him again, he still tried to persuade Feralus to join him, just as he had tried countless times before.

(End of this chapter)