Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 184 Hope Has Arrived

After receiving a definite answer, Doom visibly relaxed and nodded to the empty area ahead, saying, "Very good, stabilize the course and minimize errors."

Flasica's voice carried a hint of honor: "I keep a close eye on the subspace route and will arrive with absolutely the slightest error."

Doom nodded slowly, then casually summoned a holographic projection to check Sophia's preparation status.

Based on the intelligence received, the First Fleet formulated several tactical measures to target the aliens.

The accompanying fleet's factory warships used Nur War technology to manufacture some special equipment.

Although far from the battlefield, the First Fleet is ready for battle.

The data flashed before his eyes, and a sharp glint flashed deep in Doom's eyes.

Ran Dan wanted to use the First Legion as bait, but this big fish of hers might drag Ran Dan down with her.

The fleet advanced rapidly through the subspace, heading toward the Morse system at a speed far exceeding what the aliens and Urian had anticipated.

Doom prepared a "big gift" for Randan, hoping that the alien would "accept it with a smile".

In the Morse world of the Morse galaxy, the relentless battle has lasted for fifty-five Terra days.

Ran Dan's attacks came wave after wave, constantly probing the First Legion's defensive weaknesses, and he discovered that humanity had no weak points.

After the initial 30,000 elite Randan warriors were repelled by the First Legion, the alien offensive became somewhat sluggish.

Having suffered heavy casualties, the elite warriors ceased their offensive, instead sending out human minions to deplete the Empire's ammunition and military supplies.

But the empire's ammunition seemed inexhaustible.

Urian's decision was wise; with a Mechanicus warship providing supplies, the Imperial Legion wouldn't have to worry too much about ammunition.

"Grand Master, these are the casualty data for the past three hours." The calculator presented the data panel to the Grand Master.

"Thank you." Urian took the data panel and thanked him. His voice sounded tired, and he had stubble on his cheeks and slightly swollen eye bags.

His exhaustion did not come from his body, but from his highly stressed nerves.

The pressure on a Grand Instructor, who is in charge of overall command of ground warfare, is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

After reviewing the briefing, Urian's helplessness deepened.

The number of mortal auxiliary troops is being rapidly depleted, with less than half of the soldiers remaining capable of fighting.

The Empire provided the Primarchs with far too few mortal troops; they couldn't withstand the attrition against Randan's massive slave army.

In the protracted war of attrition, the Mechanicus's 300,000 elite guards were reduced to half their original strength.

Without the participation of Randan elite warriors in the attack, the Space Marines suffered very few losses, almost none.

However, the Imperial Army's high-end combat capabilities were still severely damaged.

In the attack of 30,000 Randan troops, after several days of fierce fighting, the legion suffered more than 5,000 casualties, but at a great cost, they annihilated the enemy.

The legion's landing force numbered 40,000, divided into three defensive bases, but the manpower shortage was too great.

"Grand Master. My psionic language has detected a major crisis." The Lord of the Pentagram Heavenly Army strode in at the command fortress gate, his tone revealing his haste.
"Beyond the range of our bird divination instrument, hundreds of millions of ordinary cannon fodder have gathered, and they are converging from all directions!"

"Tens of thousands of elite Randan warriors are fully equipped and ready to charge our lines in sync with the cannon fodder troops!"

The lord of the Five-Pointed Star Army had beads of sweat streaming down his face, his strong heart shaken by the prophetic scene.

"The alien war titans will descend soon and trample our defenses; they want to further weaken our forces!"

Upon hearing such crucial military intelligence, Urian's face darkened. He strode forward to meet the Lord of the Heavenly Army and asked urgently, "In your prophecy, can you foresee the arrival of the Primarch?"

He did not doubt the accuracy of the prophecy; the brothers of the Five-Pointed Star Army, their war prophecies were very accurate.

“No,” the Lord of the Pentagram Army said to Urian, his face pale, “the prophecy about the Primarch is only endless darkness.”

Upon hearing this, Urian staggered backward, his tall frame filled with overwhelming regret.

His heart felt as if it were being gnawed by a thousand insects, and his mental defenses collapsed.

My own actions flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern, as if they were still vivid in my mind.

If it weren't for his own stubbornness and arrogance, his comrades in the legion wouldn't have died, and the Imperial army wouldn't have faced total annihilation.

The Grand Master looked utterly devastated, as if he had been completely overwhelmed by the crisis of the army's annihilation. Two guards supported him from behind to prevent the legion leader from falling.

The Lord of the Heavenly Army shook his head; the atmosphere in the command room was heavy, and the legion faced a life-or-death crisis.

"No, no!" Urian's voice suddenly rose, he roared fiercely, shook his head frantically, and his eyes gleamed with hope.

His frenzied appearance caused the leader of the Five Elements Heavenly Army to step back and cautiously ask, "What's wrong, Grand Master?"

"Victory is imminent!" Facing an unprecedented crisis, the Grand Master, after a brief moment of despair, declared confidently, "Our reinforcements are on their way!"

Everyone in the command room looked at the excited Grand Tutor with suspicion in their eyes.

Could it be that the great mentor couldn't withstand the blow and developed mental problems?
"I'm certain! Primarch support is coming soon!" Urian seemed full of confidence, his tired and frustrated face regaining its vitality.

He looked at his brothers' suspicious faces and calmly explained, "We are bait, the fish that Ran Dan is reluctant to let go of in order to catch a big fish."

"Now, the Randan Xenomorphs are trying to wipe us out? Why is that?"

The mentor's sharp eyes swept over the brothers, hoping someone would provide an answer, an inspiring one.

"The big fish has taken the bait?" A mortal exclaimed excitedly as he stood up, then immediately knelt down.

“Yes, the big fish has taken the bait!” Urian smiled and walked up to the mortal, pulling him up.

"The Xenomorphs must have subspace observation capabilities and know about the arrival of Imperial reinforcements, so they are eager to eliminate us to prevent us from joining forces with the reinforcements!"

The Grand Master stated his deductions and opinions, and the Space Marines in the command room looked around before finally nodding slowly.

They also believed that the mentor's deduction was reasonable and highly probable.

“Five days!” Urian raised his hand and opened his palm, then hesitated for a moment. “At most seven days, the Primarch will arrive.”

Based on the distance from which the alien battle moon would affect the star language, he calculated a reasonable timeframe.

"Go and prepare!" Urian ordered, dismissing his men. "If we hold out for seven days, victory will be ours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground trembled, and a holographic warning appeared—the alien Titan unit had landed!
"Brothers! Soldiers of the Empire!" The Grand Master opened the communication channel and shouted in his most impassioned voice, "I have received news that reinforcements will arrive in seven days at most!"

"A son of an emperor, a powerful Primarch, brings destruction to the abominable Xenomorphs!"

The Grand Master's voice echoed across the communication channel, silencing all who passed through it. After a few seconds, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted.

Even in the most desperate moments, a strong sense of hope can emerge.

The Empire's three defensive bases, after a long period of repair, are now surrounded by defensive walls.

From the highest watchtower, a black line appeared on the horizon. The sentry aimed his binoculars at the black line and magnified them.

Upon seeing what it was, the ordinary guards held their breath.

What you're seeing as black lines are actually a vast, endless enemy army!
"Woo~wu~wu~"

He pressed the alarm, and the highest level of alert sounded throughout the defense base.

In the command room, Urian also felt a chill run down his spine and his breathing briefly stopped.

Within the range of the three base divination instruments, countless red dots appeared at the edges, surrounding the area from all directions.

All weapons, open fire!
Inside the Imperial defense base, every weapon within reach opened fire on the enemy!
A dense array of weapons, trailing dazzling flames, fell into the sea of ​​people.

A large number of humans were vaporized and pulverized, but it was still a drop in the ocean and could not shake the surging human wave.

Randan mobilized the entire population in an effort to annihilate the human army in one fell swoop.

"Firefield combat units, take cover! Macro cannons, fire!" The Mechanic's warning was urgent; the macro cannons on the warships, which had undergone slow-speed modifications, were about to fire.

thump~
Like the heartbeat of a planet, boundless shockwaves exploded, and warships fired their massive cannons across the planet's surface.

The enormous projectile was visible to the naked eye as it "slowly" fell into the sea of ​​people, exploding into a mushroom cloud.

The unstoppable shockwave returned, carrying sand and dust as it struck the city walls, sending mortals flying who couldn't dodge in time.

With just one round of firing of the macro cannon, thirty million humans were wiped out, a remarkable achievement.

"Praise be to Om Messiah!" Such fury stirred the hearts of the Mechanicus members, their mechanical voices filled with praise.

(End of this chapter)