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Chapter 144 Has Khorne gone mad?

Eighteen high-ranking Khorne demons, leading an army of tens of millions of demons, surged towards Holy Terra like a black tsunami. Wherever they passed, the earth cracked, buildings collapsed, and flames and bloody winds devoured every inch of land.

The Imperial defenders suffered a series of defeats. Terran defense tank formations were torn apart by demonic claws, Space Marines' power armor was riddled with cracks, and warriors fell one after another into pools of blood. The defensive line crumbled inch by inch, like fragile thin ice.

A chaotic wave of vampires, berserkers, and fleshhounds gnawed at the Empire's defenses, their roars, screams, and the whistling of blades piercing armor intertwining to create a desperate elegy of doom.

"Hold the line! Hold the line!" A blood-soaked lieutenant of the defense force roared, pulling the trigger of his laser gun. But the beam only left shallow scorch marks on the vampire before the demon's claws pierced his chest the next second.

A high-ranking demon, Khorne, led his army of hundreds of thousands of demons in a frenzied charge, directly penetrating a section of the imperial guard's defensive line on the outskirts of the palace. The raging demons surged forward like a tidal wave, relentlessly assaulting the imperial guard's ranks, tearing through armor with their claws and slashing with their demonic blades, utterly shattering the formidable defenses.

The Imperial Guards fought valiantly, but they could not withstand the terrifying power of the endless demons and great demons. High-level great demons roamed the battlefield, each strike severely wounding several elite Imperial Guards. The defensive line suffered heavy casualties, with corpses strewn across the battlefield. The remaining warriors retreated step by step, facing the constant risk of a complete rout and the demons breaching the palace gates.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, a ferocious demon suddenly pounced on a lone imperial guard, tearing at his body with its gaping maw and instantly shattering half of the guard's body. Black and red demon blood mingled with human blood, splattering the ground.

The dying Imperial Guard, with its last ounce of strength, gripped its powered blade and slashed fiercely at the Great Demon's body. The sharp blade sliced ​​through the demon's rough skin, but the Great Demon's vitality was terrifyingly strong. Nourished by the energy of the subspace, the hideous wounds healed within seconds, causing no fatal damage whatsoever.

"Retreat! We can't hold out any longer!"

"Your Majesty, open your eyes and look at your people!"

"No more support! We're all going to die here!"

Desperate cries and desperate shouts echoed across the battlefield. The surviving soldiers huddled behind the ruins, their eyes vacant and numb. Some had already laid down their weapons and slumped into pools of blood, quietly awaiting the end of the world.

More vampires surged forward like a tidal wave, frantically attacking and surrounding the defending troops. They were too busy protecting themselves to provide mutual support.

Of the four thousand most elite Imperial Guards, the vast majority were only willing to guard the forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Palace.

Clad in gilded holy armor and wielding sacred blades, their expressions were cold and unyielding as they guarded every gate of the palace.

Protecting the emperor was the sole destiny etched into their souls. This almost obsessive conviction made them blind to the hellish world outside the palace.

The desperate cries for help from the soldiers on the outer perimeter shook the heavens, and the defensive line was on the verge of complete collapse, but the Imperial Guards remained steadfastly stationed within the defensive line covered by the palace.

Their eyes were only on the emperor on the golden throne. They would never take the initiative to help even as their territories fell and their compatriots died tragically. They could only watch helplessly as the holy Terra was heading step by step toward the abyss of destruction.

The Imperial Guard is now in dire straits. Although they possess the strongest forces, they are unwilling to send them to support the outer perimeter. The high-ranking demon legion led by eighteen great demons has caused the Imperial Guard to lose hundreds of men in just a few hours, the greatest loss in ten thousand years.

The last time was during the Horus Rebellion.

Sending reinforcements from the palace under these circumstances would only make the palace more vulnerable.

The defenders' will was already on the verge of collapse, blood soaked the broken streets and alleys, and the hands of the surviving soldiers holding their weapons trembled incessantly.

Despair, like piercing ice, seeped into everyone's heart and permeated their very being. The warriors were already exhausted, out of ammunition and reinforcements, with only one sorrowful thought remaining in their hearts: Today, Holy Terra will fall into chaos.

Even the Space Marines, whose wills were as strong as steel, had a deathly stillness in their eyes.

After fighting bloodily to this point, there was not a trace of reinforcements in sight. Every swing of the blade was just a futile, death throes.

Just as the Imperial Guard's defense line was in dire straits, suffering heavy casualties and on the verge of complete collapse, a dazzling golden light suddenly split open in the sky. Two towering, imposing figures, like falling stars, crashed down from the sky and landed heavily in the very center between the demon legion and the Imperial Guard's defense line.

The moment it landed, dust billowed and rocks shattered, and a powerful shockwave swept away swathes of demons, causing even the surrounding air to tremble slightly under its terrifying force.

Guilliman's roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, reverberated across the battlefield, piercing through the smoke, wails, and demonic howls, clearly reaching the ears of every defender on the verge of despair.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant. All the fighting and crying stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of the wind and the low roar of the demons.

The Imperial Guard, Terran Defense Forces, and Space Marines, who had fought a bloody battle, all stood frozen in place, looking up at the center of the smoke and dust.

On his blood-stained face, his lifeless eyes trembled suddenly, first with bewilderment and shock, then with disbelief.

A young soldier from the defense force stared blankly at the sky, rubbing his blood-stained eyes. His voice trembled with disbelief and disorientation: "Am I...am I seeing things? Those two figures...were they falling from the sky?"

The old soldier beside him, covered in wounds, stared intently at the center of the battlefield, his lips trembling, his throat tight, barely able to utter a sound: "Impossible—this is impossible—that spirit, that posture—could it be—"

An Astartes monk froze, then gasped for breath, his voice trembling with suppressed elation over the communication channel: "It's him—it's our Primarch—Lord Robert Guilliman! He's back! He's really back!"

The surviving warriors of the Ironhands Chapter's subsidiary, upon locking onto another figure in silver armor, trembled uncontrollably, their low growls choked with sobs: "Ferus—it's Primarch Ferus Manus! Our Primarch has descended too!"

A miracle, a miracle in the truest sense.

Like a mythical epic, the Primarch descended when the Empire was on the verge of collapse.

Even the Imperial Guards, usually aloof and indifferent, who remained steadfastly guarding the palace, secretly glanced towards the battlefield. A ripple of emotion stirred in their eyes beneath the gilded masks, and a deep murmur echoed in their hearts: "The Emperor's protection—the two Primarchs have finally returned to save the world—"

"It's the Primarch! It really is the Primarch himself!"

"We have not been abandoned! The Emperor has not abandoned Terra!"

"It's not a hallucination! They really did fall from the sky!"

The battlefield, which had been suppressed to the extreme, suddenly erupted into a deafening roar.

The soldiers, who had been despondent, suddenly felt a surge of passion in their eyes, their blood rushing to their heads, and their fighting spirit, which was on the verge of collapse, was rekindled.

The heavy despair that had been weighing on my heart vanished, leaving only the exhilaration of surviving against all odds and the determination to fight to the death.

Before the Chaos Demons could recover from the oppressive power and shock, the two Primarchs had already strode into the demon army and launched a powerful attack.

Guilliman, clad in the blue and gold-embellished Armor of Destiny, wielded the Emperor's Sword, and countless Khorne Bloodletters were instantly severed in its wake. Feralus Manus, wearing silver-white custom-made power armor from the Human Alliance, wielded his iron claws and sword, tearing apart the defensive barriers erected by the demons. The two were aiming directly at the Khorne Demon who had slaughtered the Imperial Guard.

The two were deep within the territory of hundreds of thousands of demons, yet they moved as if they were in an empty field, their combat power overwhelming everyone present.

Following closely behind the two Primarchs, nearly 20,000 Astartes monks surged onto the battlefield, forcefully cutting through the demon legions and securing the Primarchs' rear.

The great demon let out a furious, earth-shattering roar and swung its giant demonic blade to fiercely meet the attack.

The moment the demonic blade clashed with the Emperor's Holy Sword, sparks flew, and pure psionic energy and violent, terrifying power clashed violently, creating a raging storm of energy. Even as a high-ranking demon, he ultimately could not withstand the combined attack of the two Primarchs.

After only a few rounds, Guilliman pierced its core with a single sword strike, and Ferrus followed closely behind, tearing its head apart with his iron claws.

This great demon, which ravaged the battlefield and slaughtered countless Imperial Guards, perished on the spot. Its massive body crashed to the ground and vanished without a trace as a wisp of subspace smoke.

With no leader, the hundreds of thousands of demons were thrown into chaos, and their rampant offensive collapsed abruptly.

The two Primarchs decisively slayed the Archdeacon, stabilizing the crumbling Imperial Guard defenses and reversing the course of the entire war.

This powerful hunt completely shocked the rampant Chaos Demons and gave the Imperial garrison, which was on the verge of collapse, a chance to catch their breath. It also rekindled the flames of hope for reversing the tide of war on the Terra battlefield, which had sunk into the abyss.

The two Primarchs who descended upon this place simultaneously unleashed a thick Primarch Field around them.

This aura was both unfamiliar and frightening to the Chaos Demons, yet it instilled in the Imperial soldiers a sense of familiarity and belonging etched into their very blood.

At the same time, a large number of silver-gray, intricately constructed mechanical humanoids descended from the sky one after another. Thousands of mechanical bodies gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster, and they carried standard energy weapons as they headed straight for the Chaos Front. Their appearance was extremely similar to the ancient iron men recorded in the Imperial historical records.

This eerie yet familiar sight instantly instilled fear in everyone in the empire. Many soldiers looked on with surprise and suspicion, already considering taking action to stop it. The Imperial Guards tensed up immediately, gripping their weapons and ready to strike.

Upon seeing this, Guilliman immediately raised his voice, his steady voice carrying far and wide, and publicly stated their origins: "These mechanical humanoids are not aliens, but reinforcements from our allies, the Human Federation, who have come to assist us in resisting Chaos."

Upon hearing the Primarch's personal confirmation, the Imperial Guard immediately abandoned any thoughts of attacking, but remained on high alert throughout, their eyes fixed on the movements of the mechanical humanoid legion, not daring to relax for a moment. They simply set aside their hostility for the time being and joined the battle to defend against the enemy.

With an army of nearly ten million demons besieging the city, a devastating battle of apocalyptic scale has begun. Everyone knows that the top priority is to defend Terra and defeat Chaos.

All the questions and secrets surrounding this special reinforcement were temporarily suppressed, to be investigated further after the war ended.

These mechanical humanoids, controlled by players, displayed terrifying power that shocked the entire imperial forces as soon as they entered the battlefield.

Their combat power far surpasses that of ordinary Astartes monks; the difference between the two is vast, so great that it is astonishing.

Each android possesses formidable combat capabilities comparable to a Space Marine company commander, moving swiftly and decisively, and excelling in both offense and defense.

Faced with the dense, layered demon army, they were like sharp blades piercing cotton, easily tearing through the solid defenses, invincible, rampaging through the chaotic army, unstoppable by anyone.

Such overwhelming combat power was clearly presented to everyone, instantly causing a huge shock.

The ordinary Space Marines fighting on the front lines were stunned, unable to believe that such a powerful standard combat unit existed in the world. The high-ranking officers of the chapters stationed in the rear and the commander of the Imperial Guard in the palace witnessed this scene and were even more shocked, filled with intense shock and deep doubt.

Everyone wondered what kind of powerful force the Human Alliance was, that it could mass-produce such terrifying war machines, and that its overall strength far surpassed the Empire's proud Astartes Legion. Such a foundation was truly unfathomable.

At this moment, Terra is shrouded in a chaotic tidal wave of nearly ten million high-ranking demons. They surge relentlessly towards the palace like a tidal wave. This horrific situation has long surpassed the boundaries of conventional warfare and reached the terrifying level of an apocalyptic war.

On such a battlefield, the Astartes, who once roamed the stars, have become cannon fodder.

Even the Empire's most elite Imperial Guards were frequently killed in battle. In just a few hours of bloody fighting, hundreds of Imperial Guards fell to the claws and blades of demons, their gilded armor shattered and their sacred bodies turned to ashes. Not one of them retreated, but they were powerless to stop the endless tide of demons on their own.

Guilliman and Feralas' return turned the tide, but it also aroused the hostility of the other seventeen Archdemons.

The remaining great demons immediately led their legions toward Guilliman and Feralus, preparing to join forces to besiege them.

No one dares to ignore a cruel truth: while Primarch-level combatants can single-handedly turn the tide of a local battle, there are ultimately only two Primarchs.

The player group frowned, staring at the high-level demons wreaking havoc on the battlefield. Their voices were filled with seriousness and astonishment as they spoke in a deep voice into the team communication channel: "No, this is completely wrong! How can there be 18 high-level demons? The pre-set storyline clearly only had 8!"

"18 of them—has Khorne gone mad? Does it want to completely destroy Hallow Terra and wipe out humanity?"

Anyone familiar with the rules of the Warhammer universe knows that the combat power of a high-ranking archdeacon is comparable to that of the Primarch. Although their individual strength is slightly inferior to that of the Primarch, once they lead a massive army of demons, they are fully capable of hunting down the Primarch by leveraging their numerical superiority and tactical encirclement!

Currently, there are as many as 18 high-level combatants comparable to the original body, but now there are seventeen.

"Two Primarchs could kill one Greater Demon because Primarchs inherently had an advantage, and the Astartes' tradition of cooperating greatly increased their strength. Now, with other Greater Demons coming together..."

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Even the players couldn't help but feel a headache coming on, knowing that the danger of this war had far exceeded their expectations.

"Are we too few?"

The players were somewhat speechless with frustration.

"Be content. You know, all the dozens of newly opened servers were destroyed by demons. If you can even share them among a thousand people, that's already pretty good."

Among the high-ranking demons, the Bloodthirsty Ones of Khorne are the most ferocious. They are high-ranking demons under Khorne's command. In terms of rank, the Primarch is equivalent to a demon under the Emperor, while the Bloodthirsty Ones are the killing weapons in the Chaos that are closest to the Primarch's level.

In the real universe, a single Bloodthirsty Demon is enough to deal with the combined forces of several elite Imperial Guards. When combined with a massive number of demon troops, the overall combat power increases several times over.

A high-level demon army led by a high-level archdemon can easily annihilate dozens to hundreds of Imperial Guards.

It was precisely the existence of these great demons that made the Imperial Guards cannon fodder in this war.