Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 246 Ran Dan? Ran Dan!
The captain kept urging them on, but the sailors hesitated.

Since attacking those people, our side has lost more than 5,000 men, but the results have been meager.

The bodies of his murdered comrades were chopped into pieces in the passageway, which reeked of blood and the stench of decay emanating from the high-temperature areas.

The beings fighting them seemed not to be human.

Exceptional fighting spirit, powerful physical abilities, indestructible weapons, and incredibly protective armor.

All of this indicates that the other party comes from a powerful force and is not afraid of war.

The armed sailors didn't want to risk their lives anymore; they didn't even know why their captain had ordered an attack on them.

After the Nuer people boarded the ship, they never overstepped their bounds and only expressed their goodwill.

Then a molten metal bomb detonated inside the gift box, killing several ordinary soldiers and seriously wounding a Nurgao warrior.

The armed sailors' hesitation created a gap in firepower ahead, giving the Night Guard a brief regrouping time.

The group took turns resupplying, eating the high-energy rations from their armor, and then taking out a piece, breaking it into smaller pieces, and distributing it to the auxiliary troops.

A piece of high-energy food the size of a fingernail can provide enough for several days of combat, and they can fight on!

"Attack the bridge." After a brief moment of thought, the veteran decided to lead his men in an attack on the enemy bridge.

After several days of attrition, the enemy's morale is low and they are facing a severe shortage of personnel. It is time to launch a counterattack.

Upon receiving the order, the troops immediately changed their formation.

Three Night Guards formed the spearhead, one carried a seriously wounded person in the middle, and the mortal auxiliary troops lined up behind them.

This formation is suitable for fighting in confined spaces.

The automatic guns clanged as they hit the power armor, but failed to penetrate the protection, while the large-caliber weapons were blocked by the dimensional shield.

The spearhead formations constantly shifted, and dimensional rays alternated to provide cover within the passage, launching counterattacks against the enemy.

With the support of the Nur auxiliary forces and the Night Guard, ten soldiers seized the opportunity to peek out from both sides of the formation and provide fire support using their electromagnetic guns.

"Run! What are our reasons and purposes for fighting?"

Morale collapsed instantly, and the sailors could no longer bear the pointless sacrifice, letting out mournful screams.

Faced with the menacing enemies charging towards them and their fallen comrades, the sailors lost all courage and scattered in a panic around the corner of the warship's corridor.

"Keep moving forward," the veteran Night Guard roared, following the route he had groped his way through, heading towards the enemy command center.

Now is the time to strike hard, seize control of the enemy commander, and end this despicable attack.

The captain on the bridge was visibly panicked, while the enemy inside the ship fought with increasing ferocity, charging towards his position.

Enemy ships roamed the galaxy, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, leaving our forces unable to defend themselves from both ends. Most importantly, Guilliman arrived!

"Conceal the hull and disengage from combat!" The Nur reconnaissance ship disengaged from combat, activated its stealth field, and sailed into the angle of stellar thermal radiation to conceal the heat signature at the stern.

Macurag reinforcements have arrived, a new fleet has joined the battle, and caution is advised.

Guilliman frowned as he looked at the scanner. As his fleet entered the star system, the attacker ships vanished without a trace.

He took in the holographic image, his serious face gradually tightening, his hands clenching tightly, his joints cracking under the immense force.

Fueled by the realization that he had been deceived, Guilliman gritted his teeth and demanded over the communication channel, "Who attacked whom?"

He is Guilliman, King of Macragge, Grand Consul!
Right now, I feel like my intelligence has been trampled on, severely humiliated and deceived!
What a sight to see a fleet "attacked"!
Given the current situation, even a reasonably intelligent person can understand that someone is lying!
The visitors only had one ship; how could they possibly launch an attack? And why would they launch an attack?
Judging from the design of that warship, it's not a typical warship; it's more like an exploration vessel.

With just a glance, Guilliman analyzed the current situation—the Macurag fleet was ganging up on the newcomers, and they were losing.

All his calculations and plans have been rendered useless, and he now has to rethink how to appease the visitor's anger.

Possessing advanced technology and an astonishing fighting spirit, based on the limited information available, the opponent is not a benevolent person.

"What exactly did you do?" Guilliman forced himself to calm down and suppress his anger, asking the instigating captain through holographic communication.

"I..." The captain looked flustered and was about to explain when suddenly the alarm sounded—the iron door of the command room was instantly sliced ​​open by a light blade.

All I saw was him scream, and then the holographic communication shut down.

Guilliman's face darkened further; the captain was likely in grave danger, having been captured by the boarding personnel.

"Move closer, I need to board." He ordered the captain, rose from the command throne, and prepared to leave the bridge.

“But sir, you cannot put yourself in such danger!” The captain’s expression changed, and he immediately tried to dissuade him. Guilliman waved his hand, refusing the captain’s offer and expressing his helplessness: “I will explain this to the visitors.”

He walked to the elevator, pressed the button to go to the helipad deck, his eyes darting around, lost in thought.

"Sir, you may not be able to leave!" the captain shouted in a panic, urgently calling out to Guilliman.

“I saw it…” Guilliman sighed helplessly, his face expressionless.

Outside the bridge window, the black void flickered with an eerie glow, and a large number of ships suddenly appeared in the star system.

Guilliman's brain was working at its limit; he was rapidly thinking about how to deal with what was to come.

He was well-read and knew that the eerie glow was the light of the subspace, and that humanity in its glorious era used the subspace to travel across galaxies.

Clearly, the visitors have revived technology and established a powerful regime.

The newly formed Macurag, for reasons unknown, launched an attack on them.

Those steel behemoths that appear in the real universe have ancient Roman numerals—XIII—carved on their sides.

"The Thirteenth Legion of the Human Empire, the Fourth Dalian Fleet, has received Nur's distress signal. Respond to your request for assistance!"

The fleet entered the star system, announcing its arrival with an overbearing attitude and identifying itself in public communications.

"The Nur exploration ship thanks you for your assistance! Those despicable Randan traitors, they ambushed us!"

The Nur exploration ship appeared from the void, expressing the Thirteenth Legion's gratitude and briefly explaining the current situation.

The human faction called "Macurag" has been incorporated into Randan, and we must strike hard!

Guilliman strained his ears, listening intently to the communications on the public channel, not daring to miss a single piece of information.

He learned about the forces that had just arrived; they came from the "Human Empire," and were the Thirteenth Legion under the regime, a branch fleet of the legion.

The faction attacked and ganged up on by Macurag is called "Nur." They have close ties with the human empire and are therefore calling for Legion support.

The Legion responded to the request for assistance and came from the warp to help the Nur ship.

In the blink of an eye, Guilliman finished processing the information, and the conclusion he reached made his heart pound.

First, the human empire has a very strong military force; even a single complete legion has a very large subordinate force.

Secondly, it seems that Nur is looking for Randan? And the fleet that attacked them was attributed to Randan.

Although he didn't know what "Ran Dan" was for the time being, he knew it was definitely not a good thing!

"Ran Dan? Are you sure?" an exclamation came through the public channel. Clearly, the Thirteenth Legion of the Human Empire was quite shocked by this news.

The Battle of Spinning Angle Morse was known to all legions, and battle reports and intelligence spread throughout the fleet.

It was only through the cooperation of the two Primarchs, the participation of the First and Sixth Legions, and the joint efforts of the First Fleet of Nur that they were able to repel them.

Ran Dan is the empire's greatest enemy!
All Imperial ships have a duty to search for and eliminate the Randan, with their elimination being the top priority.

Now that Ran Dan has been discovered, swift and decisive action must be taken!

“Yes, they are a human force controlled by Ran Dan,” the captain of the Nur reconnaissance ship replied without the slightest hesitation.

Who else could lure the Nur ships and launch a surprise attack on the Night Guards but the audacious Randan, who has a blood feud with King Norwick?
To be on the safe side, decisive measures must be taken!
Besides, it was Makulaq who attacked Nur's ships first, which makes sense both logically and emotionally.

"The communication channel has been established. We will work together to drive out Ran Dan!"

In the cold void, the commander of the Thirteenth Legion left behind solemn and chilling words.

“Please wait a moment,” Guilliman said urgently on the public channel after listening, explaining the origin of Macurag.

They are not Ran Dan, they are genuine human beings!

"You despicable and shameless alien lackeys, prepare to face the Legion's wrath!" The Dalian company commander showed no mercy, denouncing the human lackeys: "Prepare to die!"

Guilliman underestimated the Legion soldiers' hatred for the Xenomorphs and was met with a barrage of insults. When he tried to explain further, the other party's communication was cut off.

“It’s over…” Guilliman looked into the void, where the massive fleet was adjusting its formation and closing in on them.

(Oh my god~ The son hit his dad!)

(Is Angron really that regretful? Everyone's saying to save him -.-)

(End of this chapter)