Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 340 On the day the sky collapses, my name will be revealed.
Admittedly, this world is not lacking in extraordinary men.

Given enough time, each Primarch could conquer an entire planet on his own, and Mordred could unleash a cataclysmic aberration with his blasphemous knowledge.

Just as Guilliman said, who only wanted to see Yoton, if we abandon morality and abandon humanity, then human madness is enough to set the galaxy ablaze.

However, unless you can single-handedly destroy the entire world, in the face of a massive total war, individual bravery ultimately cannot sway the course of the war.

The Lamenters consist of three companies of Astartes, 3000 Astral Army soldiers on board, and a second-hand Luna-class cruiser. These men could quell a rebellion on a planet, but they were utterly incapable of shaking the entire Hive fleet.

War is not child's play; there are no "what ifs."

The Imperial Navy's disastrous move put the entire Baal defense line on the defensive, and mistakes mean death; countless people will pay the price for this blindly loyal and incompetent general.

The main fleet will arrive in Baal in two hours, which is the fastest speed Mordred has calculated, but the Weeping Ones simply cannot delay that long.

Even so, the Lamenters accomplished their mission, relying on the superior maneuverability of their high-class cruisers and their incredible bad luck to hold off the Zerg fleet for 53 minutes.

53 minutes isn't a long time, but it's enough for the Blood Angels guarding the rear to make a response.

Hein Severo is a new recruit, assigned as a heavy firepower operator in an assault squad. He is one of the 12 recruits personally trained by Mordred after her return. These 12 were provided by the Dark Angels and represent the first step in Atlas's return to the world after thousands of years of silence.

Everyone has selfish desires, even the Primarch is not immune, let alone Mordred, a selfish parent.

To prevent these little guys from dying suddenly, Mordred didn't take them to the front lines at all, but instead placed these 12 people in Baal.

But this pampering and protection ironically led this new team to be the first to step into the most brutal battlefield.

Although they are called Astartes and are the Emperor's angels of death, Space Marines are still human. In fact, compared to their superhuman bodies, they are just a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old children at heart.

Those who are fearless are, after all, a minority. Fear, tension, and excitement in the face of an invading enemy all eventually coalesce into an emotion called anxiety.

This is something every new recruit goes through on their first battlefield experience; only by overcoming this hurdle can they become a high-quality soldier.

Based on the tactical principles in the Astartes Codex, Heinzefro could easily command the defense company assigned to him, without making the mistake of being a mere armchair strategist.

The veterans didn't even need Heinzferro to issue orders; they spontaneously crawled into the trenches and led the new recruits to take up firing positions.

This is why the Codex Astartes, despite being despised by everyone, has been practiced by both the Empire and Chaos for ten thousand years—simply because it is indeed effective, allowing any soldier who has mastered this technique to connect at the fastest speed.

Perhaps seeing the overly youthful face beneath the angel's helmet, the veterans naturally took over command and, in their spare time, shared some battlefield tips with the young angel.

Thanks to the unique mechanism of the gene seed, Heinz Severo was able to access the wisdom of his predecessors, which slightly calmed his anxious heart, and he made rapid progress under the guidance of several veterans.

Even more fortunately, the genetic seed that Heinzfero inherited belonged to Riviel, one of the four kings of Atlas, 1 years ago.

That taciturn man, who didn't resemble Atlas but rather the small figure of the Imperial Fist, was the one who single-handedly built the final high wall, the Unbreakable Reef that blocked 60% of the 3000 Vengeance Souls' forces.

The thought of that unyielding figure in the inherited memories filled Hein Severo with admiration. He wanted to be like that, a powerful figure whom even the Primarch could entrust his back to. But soon, a beast-like roar interrupted his thoughts.

The first thing that came into view was a cruiser billowing black smoke, more dilapidated than the tractor back home. Based on its distinctive quadruple torpedo launchers and adamantite ram, Hein Severo could tell that it was a Luna-class cruiser.

However, the warship was in extremely poor condition. The entire hull looked as if some monster had gnawed a bite out of it. The keel had undergone irreversible deformation, and six of the main thrusters had shut down, leaving only two barely clinging to life, spewing flames outwards.

Even so, the Painful Lady, like a stubborn wild dog, managed to lead the Zerg fleet into the encirclement after a full 53 minutes of delay.

The battle was about to begin. The Painful Lady, who had escaped, sailed into the Void Shield Array. Amidst the frenzied roar of the machine spirits, she faithfully completed her final mission, protecting the Lamenters on board.

"boom!!"

The land-based plasma anti-aircraft guns fired first, sending out bursts of intensely hot plasma fireballs that, accompanied by a barrage of fire, bombarded the living fleet that was now visible to the naked eye.

The intense heat generated by the artillery bombardment ignited the air, and the unpleasant smell of ozone spread throughout the entire position, causing every defender to grip the trigger tightly.

It's not their time to make their appearance yet. Everyone is looking up at the sky, watching the endless flesh-and-blood aliens being burned to ashes by the artillery fire.

The sun's rays were gradually obscured, and the immense mass of the Tyranid swarm caused fluctuations in Baal's gravity, resulting in dazzling auroras appearing on the site, which was located near the equator.

However, this beautiful scene did not last long, as the Tyranid swarm, resembling dark clouds, began its counterattack.

In the distance, where the airdrop pods landed, a wave of flesh and blood was surging forth.

It was a flood composed of white, flesh-colored, and chitinous carapaces reflecting metallic light, which Hein Severo's keen eyes instantly discerned—it was a death swarm of Tyranid creatures.

Gun bugs, knife bugs, and tearing bugs gathered together, and swarms of winged Tyrannosaurus creatures poured out of the clouds, aiming their living weapons at the Baal Defence Forces on the ground.

Those Tyrannical creatures with thick wings are ghouls, a relatively low-level aerial unit, but their overwhelming numbers can tear everything apart.

Hein Severo pulled back the bolt, and the cold but heavy triple-barreled bolt carrier gave him an indescribable sense of security.

As the bomb exploded, a deep, resonant voice, as hard as unyielding rock, resounded in his mind:

"Never back down, never surrender, crush them, crush everything in front of you, Waaaagh!!"

The last trace of anxiety dissipated, and Heinzferro saw all of Atlas's homeland, that lush pasture, that boundless green grassland:

A war cry originating from a distant era, accompanied by death and blood, steel and fire, resounded from the mouth of new blood ten thousand years later:

【When the sky falls, Atlas rises! 】

“Waaaagh!!!”

(End of this chapter)