Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 143 Terra Wars

The madness of chaos far exceeded everyone's expectations.

While they were doing their utmost to prevent Guilliman from returning to the human empire, they were also launching attacks on Holy Terra, attempting to completely sever human civilization.

The great rift has been tearing the Milky Way apart for several months now.

The sacred Terra, once the core of humanity, has long since lost all its divine glory and become a living hell.

A famine that lasted for months swept across every inch of the planet, with hunger and death being constant companions, and ordinary people struggling on the edge of life and death.

Corpses lay scattered everywhere, uncollected, and a deadly plague raged across the ruins, dragging countless survivors into the abyss of death.

This home planet of humanity has long since dried up all its rivers and oceans, and murky, foul-smelling exhaust fumes fill the heavens and earth. The dilapidated and filthy scene shattered everyone's illusions about this holy land.

In despair, countless mortals distorted their original beliefs and turned to worship an indescribable chaotic evil god.

Those Chaos believers who had been dormant for thousands of years have now surfaced. Countless believers have been forcibly possessed by demons without their knowledge, and their bodies are being manipulated to perform evil and blasphemous sacrificial rituals in the streets and ruins, opening the gate to the Warp.

The intentions of the four Chaos Gods were all too clear: they wanted to crush humanity's last hope and deliver the fatal blow that would end the empire.

Even from the moon, one can clearly see the blinding, blood-red light and pitch-black miasma that blot out the sky above Terra.

The crimson, malevolent light, imbued with a dense, oppressive warp, sent chills down the spines of every observer.

That is the brilliance that can only be unleashed by the most wicked rituals.

The soldiers of the Lunar Fortress who rushed to the rescue were filled with worry for Terra.

They all looked back at their home planet and ultimately made the same decision—to evacuate the battlefield on the far side of the moon.

They were willing to temporarily abandon their Primarchs who fought alongside them in order to rush back to Terra and defend the core defenses of the Royal Palace.

The tragic siege of Terra during the Horus Rebellion ten thousand years ago must never be repeated.

"Withdraw! Protect the Emperor!"

Ten thousand years ago, they failed to protect the emperor, and they have blamed themselves for ten thousand years.

Now, no one can be above the protection of the emperor.

However, the withdrawal of the Imperial Guards made the already perilous battle situation on the far side of the moon even worse.

If we take a macroscopic view of the Milky Way, we can see the full picture of this catastrophe.

Amidst the raging warp storms of the Great Rift, countless demons became extremely excited and went mad.

They tore through spatial rifts with all their might, pouring into the real universe with a ferocity and greed far exceeding any period in history.

Holy Terra is the core target of the Chaos army's main attack.

Meanwhile, the four Chaos Gods had already become aware of the existence of the Human Alliance.

They would never allow the Human Alliance to have any contact with the Emperor, let alone tolerate an alliance between the two.

No one could have predicted what kind of powerful entity would be born from the alliance between the Human Alliance and the Human Empire, which directly threatened the very survival of the Four Gods.

"Your Excellency, there is a problem with the Galun star system."

Anne's face was grim. She was stationed in Galun, and most of her troops had already been dispatched, leaving only a thousand mechanical androids to guard Galun. Now, they were being attacked again.

This is the birthplace of the People's Union, and it has been attacked.

As the chosen one of the Human Alliance, she could naturally sense that, throughout the entire Galun star system, except for Galun planet, the stable space in all other regions had been compressed to the extreme.

Fang Yun stared intently at the star map in his hand. On the screen, dozens of planets in the Otlama star system were all lit up with scarlet warning lights.

Each point of light represents a brutal invasion; news of attacks has reached every planet where the Allied Forces are stationed.

"Are these demons targeting us?" Anna asked.

"No, chaos is attacking all worlds at the same time."

"Other planets aren't immune to invasion; it's just that no one has stationed there, so we're unaware of it."

The flames of war have long since spread to every corner of the empire.

Galun, on the other hand, became a thorn in the side of Chaos.

What baffled Blade the most was that on Galun Star, the Zerg and Chaos launched their attacks almost simultaneously.

"Zerg, Chaos!"

Why did the Zerg and Chaos come together?

Two absolute mortal enemies, under some tacit agreement, launched an attack on the Human Alliance.

"Why would they cooperate?" Evelyn's face was grim.

"It's not that they've agreed to cooperate, but rather that they're willing to work together to achieve that cooperation!"

"The only remaining hostile force on Galan Star."

"Zerg!"

The Galun insectoids were defeated by the Human Alliance, but their numbers were still large, and they covered 80% of the surface.

Although the Human Alliance helped save a large number of Galunians, the total number of Galunian survivors, including all those who had not yet been saved, was no more than ten million, which was far too small for a planet.

Almost all the Karun people lived in the mining city.

With so many Zerg using their psionic field to weaken Galun's spell, and with the cooperation of the four gods, they changed the rules of the world.

Of course, as the core mining city, Chaos still cannot exert any influence on it from the subspace.

The only way is to deploy it in reality, then conquer the mining city and destroy the spell.

Chaos cast another crack on the back of Galun.

This has resulted in Galun now facing simultaneous attacks from both the Zerg and Chaos.

"They don't have that capability yet; they're trying to stall you."

A crack, a tattered Zerg army, facing a super battle group composed of thousands of players at the company commander level, is like an egg hitting a rock; it can only soil the surface and nothing more.

The battle on the far side of the moon has reached a fever pitch.

Primarch Magnus and Guilliman, their clashes filled with swordplay and psionic energy, were enough to tear the earth apart with every encounter.

Just then, the devastating news of Terra's attack struck Guilliman's heart.

Concerned about the safety of his home planet, he was momentarily distracted.

And this insignificant flaw was precisely detected by Magnus.

With a flash of cold light, Magnus's blade pierced straight through the gaps in Guilliman's power armor, and plunged deep into his chest.

The blade was coated with a potent, chaotic poison, and a massive amount of evil energy surged wildly into Guilliman's body through the wound, corroding his physical form and psychic powers.

Despite the excruciating pain, Guilliman did not collapse.

He roared deafeningly, enduring the tearing pain, and swung the Emperor's Sword at Magnus with all his might.

This powerful blow, brimming with fury and strength, slammed Magnus, who was standing at the bottom of the canyon, deep into the ground.

In order to completely defeat the traitorous Primarch and buy a chance for Guilliman, the Sisters of Silence resolutely chose to burn their entire lives.

A silent nun transformed into a powerful psionic nuclear bomb, unleashing a violent anti-psionic shockwave that swept across the entire area.

This power, specifically designed to counter subspace and chaos, instantly banished the heavily injured Magnus from the real universe and forced him back into subspace.

Forgrim, who was standing nearby, was also severely injured by this force. He curled up on the ground, clutching his head, and let out a painful howl.

Ferrus Manus, on the other hand, was able to preserve his combat power by using a specially made power armor created by the Human Alliance to isolate most of the psionic impacts.

Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he plunged his sword into Forgrim's chest, forcefully expelling the traitorous Primarch from the real world.

"You've lost, even if you get what you want!"

"A complete and utter loser!"

Caught between reality and the warp, Guilliman, enduring his injuries, roared, "Evelyn, seal the Webgate!"

Evelynn dared not hesitate for a moment and immediately activated the ancient Eldar instrument to seal the giant net gate beneath the moon.

The heavy door twisted and trembled violently before slowly closing, as if embedding the powers of Magnus and Forgrim, who had betrayed the Primarch, between the doors.

With the crisis temporarily averted, Guilliman did not linger for a moment.

Knowing that Terra was in imminent danger and that not a moment could be wasted, he immediately led his fleet to change course and head towards Holy Terra at full speed. Feralus Manus followed closely behind, traveling alongside him. The two Primarchs' warships tore through the sea of ​​stars, sailing with unwavering resolve toward the human homeworld on the brink of destruction.

"Oh my god, what happened?"

A cry of surprise broke the silence of the battlefield.

All the surviving soldiers raised their heads, their gazes fixed on the distant space, looking towards the home planet they had sworn to protect with their lives.

The sacred human land known as Holy Terra is now completely enveloped by intense blood light and dark warp miasma, its former holiness and glory utterly gone.

Just then, Celestine spread her wings and soared rapidly through the air, finally landing steadily beside Fang Yun.

She bowed respectfully, saying, "My lord."

Fang Yun nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Selestine then spoke, conveying the message: "My lord, Primarch Guilliman wishes to speak with you."

It was not unexpected that the Primarch initiated the meeting.

After the war on the far side of the moon ended, the Human Alliance almost never participated in the front-line battles again. This was not because Fang Yun deliberately shirked his responsibilities, but because the Human Alliance was too busy to take care of its own problems at the time.

Besides Galun, there were also Macurag, Kos, and so on... Every planet that the Human Federation could contact was attacked.

The players stationed there faced a horde of millions of demons.

Many planets attacked by Chaos urgently need a large number of troops to suppress and reclaim them, and simply cannot spare any extra combat power.

Upon seeing Fang Yun, Guilliman, who was usually calm and decisive, surprisingly spoke with a hint of pleading in his tone.

In the video call, Guilliman looked somewhat tired, and he stated frankly, "I hope to get help from the People's Federation."

At this moment, he no longer cared about the uproar that the Iron Man troops' appearance on Terra would cause in the imperial court and among the people.

The situation on Terra has become extremely critical, and he urgently needs the powerful mechanical humanoid soldiers of the Human Alliance to help clear out the endless demons pouring into Terra.

Fang Yun gazed calmly at Terra, which was shrouded in blood-red light and black mist in the distance, neither immediately agreeing nor outright refusing.

He spoke slowly, saying to Guilliman, "Ottramar has been subjected to a full-scale attack. All the planets where the Allied Fleet is stationed have been attacked by Chaos at the same time."

"Is it a coincidence?"

Fang Yun's gaze pierced through the void, fixed on Terra shrouded in chaos, and he muttered to himself, "How can there be so many coincidences?"

Yes, both sides know the truth; there are no coincidences.

He couldn't help but think of that self-important fool bird, a cold glint appearing between his brows, followed by a cold snort.

Even though he couldn't take action himself, he still had unique methods for dealing with these warp demons.

Of course, Fang Yun did not completely withhold Guilliman's support; he also provided substantial assistance.

He placed all the elite combat troops composed of the remaining players under Guilliman's command.

This is also the first time that players have truly participated in this epic war that concerns the survival of the human empire.

Tuanquan stood aside, looking somewhat bewildered, and said in a low voice, "This is not the original war route. As far as I know, after the War on the Moon's Edge, there should have been the War of Lionsgate. That was the last fatal attack launched by the demons against the severely weakened empire, and also the most likely desperate battle to completely overthrow the empire and cause the entire human empire to disintegrate instantly."

"That shouldn't be the case."

The group, filled with doubt, continued to murmur, "Halfway through the battle on the far side of the moon, Terra couldn't hold on any longer and completely deviated from its original trajectory."

Closed beta testers who self-destructed in subspace entered the queue as quickly as possible.

The twenty beta testers have made up their minds, packed their bags, and are determined to throw themselves into the fierce battle to come.

At this moment, Holy Terra had already been completely submerged in a sea of ​​iron, blood, and violence.

Apart from the core area of ​​the palace, where the garrison was still holding out, all other urban areas of the city were completely shrouded in a strange, bloody light.

Colossal subspace rifts, stretching across the heavens and earth, were tearing open across the sky, the ground, and the underground, from which an endless tide of demons was pouring into the mortal world.

Tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of ordinary people perished in this sudden chaotic upheaval, their corpses littering the fields and rivers of blood flowing.

The real catastrophe began to strike from the outer walls of Terra.

Khorne's elite demon vanguard has already pressed on, and the sheer size of this destructive army is enough to terrify any defending force.

Eighteen enormous, blood-soaked Bloodthirsty warriors stood at the forefront of the demon tide as vanguard commanders.

Clad in dark red bone armor, their muscles bulged like cast lava, their massive blades stained with the blood of countless lives. Each one exuded a terrifying, world-destroying aura, their crimson eyes fixed on the towering walls of Terra, their roars shaking the very heavens.

Under the command of eighteen Bloodthirsty Ones, a total of eighty-eight legions of vampires swept in, densely packed and boundless.

Each vampire legion ranges in size from fifty thousand to one hundred thousand, with millions or even nearly ten million vampires forming a dark, overwhelming torrent of demons that launches a frenzied assault on the walls of Terra from all directions.

These Khorne's minions, armed with sharp knives and spears, their eyes bloodshot, driven only by the instinct for killing and bloodlust, trampled over ruins and corpses, scaling broken buildings, surging towards the walled defenses like a blood-red tsunami, slaughtering all life in their path.

Without any warning or pause, the demon horde instantly overwhelmed all the defensive fortifications surrounding Terra.

The vampires used their claws and blades to frantically hack at the thick armor of the walls and rammed their bodies against the solid barriers. Even when they were shattered by the defenders' artillery fire, the following demons continued to charge forward without fear.

Eighteen Bloodthirsty Warriors charged forward themselves; with a single swing of their massive blades, large numbers of the defenders were cleaved into mincemeat, and the bricks and stones of the walls...

The steel bars shattered under their immense force, the defensive emplacements were destroyed at will, and the once impregnable Terra walls began to crack under this terrifying siege, the defense line teetering on the brink of collapse.

The Imperial Guards formed a golden bulwark, fiercely defending the key passes of the walls. Their golden armor was constantly torn apart by the demon's blades, and warriors fell one after another, yet not one retreated.

Even the proud and powerful Imperial Guards fell to the attack of eighteen Bloodthirsty Ones.

Large numbers of Astragalus and Terran Defense Force soldiers stood ready, using their flesh and blood to form a defensive line. They fell in droves to the Vampires' knives and cannon fire, their corpses piling up like mountains, and their formation was on the verge of complete collapse.

The Astartes of the Imperial Fist stood proudly atop the walls, their explosive guns blazing and their power swords dulling from the blows, yet they held firm and refused to retreat. With each swing of their swords, they faced demons many times their number.

Artillery fire and energy beams bombarded the center of the battlefield, crimson flames and demonic bloodlust intertwined, and blood rain poured down, washing away the corpses and blood scattered everywhere. Smoke completely obscured the sky above Terra.

The city walls crumbled, the fortresses shattered, and the outer defenses crumbled step by step. Despair, like a cold poison, seeped into the very marrow of every loyal soldier. With no reinforcements and no way out, the core bulwark of the human empire was being slowly devoured by Khorne's demonic army, and all were filled with despair.

Just at this critical moment when life and death hung in the balance, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from the distant starry sea!

Guilliman and Feralus Manus' flagship broke through the aftershocks of the warp and landed directly above Terra!

Two imposing Primarch figures leaped from the warship, landing heavily on the Terra walls with unparalleled imperial pressure.

Guilliman wore the Armor of Destiny, blue with gold embellishments, and the Emperor's Sword radiated a holy golden light. His chest wound had not yet healed, but it did not diminish his majesty in the slightest. Feralus Manus wore the Human Alliance's specially made power armor, and the sword in his hand gleamed coldly, his fighting spirit soaring.

The two Primarchs stood side by side, their imposing aura sweeping across the entire area. The demon horde, which had been charging wildly, instinctively stopped in their tracks.

"May the Empire live on forever!"