Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 146 The Main Force of the Human Alliance

The player hunted down the enemy demon, and the battle situation once entered a very favorable state.

After the previously fragmented Astartes legions reunited with the Primarch, the threat posed by the Archdemons to the Primarch was greatly reduced.

Angron, the corrupted Primarch Angron, has suddenly appeared in Holy Terra amidst this battle!

The mastermind behind this war was Khorne, whose fury had been ignited by the successive deaths of two more demons.

There appear to be eighteen high-ranking Bloodthirsty Demons appearing this time, but even under Khorne's command, powerful demons of this rank are few in number.

The loss of even one person would be enough to cause the Blood God great distress, but now two have fallen in succession. In his rage, Khorne directly dispatched his most ferocious fighting force—the traitorous Primarch Angron.

Tormented by the Butcher's Nails, the Primarch of the former World Eater Legion, a madman consumed by a bloodlust, descends upon Terra.

His arrival once again completely reversed the course of the battle.

He had not yet stepped into the area where Felus and Guilliman were fighting, but his mere presence there had already shattered the morale of his own troops.

The Grand Marshal of the Guards hissed in a low voice, "Damn it, why, why are there betrayals of the Primarch? There are three corrupt Primarchs in this war. Besides Magnus and Vorgrim who were banished, Angron has now appeared."

"Fortunately, there was only one Angron. If it were three traitors joining forces at the same time..."

He simply couldn't imagine what would happen.

Players were also filled with doubt: "Has Khorne gone mad? He actually sent out Angron!"

The four Chaos Gods never chose to completely destroy the Empire; they preferred the Empire to be half-dead, forever mired in war and suffering—that was the situation they desired most.

If we rashly deploy Angron to the main battlefield of Terra, and something goes wrong, no one will be held responsible for the consequences.

If the emperor is truly pushed to the brink and awakened from his golden throne once more, all chaotic forces will be doomed.

No matter how curious or speculative players may be, the arrival of Angron on Terra is an undeniable fact.

Khorne's rage was not without reason. High-ranking archdemons were the most valuable and elite fighting force of the Chaos faction. There were countless low-ranking demons, but the number of high-ranking archdemons who could stand alone was extremely limited.

If Khorne continues to suffer heavy losses, he may even become the weakest of the four gods, completely overturning the long-standing power structure of Chaos.

The Mad King stood atop the mountain of corpses, his body radiating a crimson aura of slaughter, and the terrifying pressure of his demonic primal form instantly suppressed the entire battlefield.

That was a supreme killing authority that surpassed all high-ranking demons and originated from the Primarch, mixed with Khorne's deepest bloodlust and madness, instantly overshadowing all demonic attacks.

Angron's crimson gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the retreating Imperial legions, two exhausted Primarchs, and the remaining Imperial forces. He immediately unleashed a furious roar that shook the surrounding area.

Without any hesitation, the Mad King charged straight into the Imperial Guard's ranks.

The raging demonic flames, imbued with the destructive power of a Primal Body, stirred up swathes of golden blood mist with every swing.

The indestructible armor of the Imperial Guard was as thin as paper before the brute force of the Primarch. The once invincible, unyielding, and fearless Imperial Guard fell in droves under Angron's slaughter.

The devastating casualties erupted instantly.

The thousands of Imperial Guards, already wounded and struggling under the onslaught of the demons, suffered devastating damage from the demonic Primarch's surprise attack.

The golden battle formation instantly shattered, tore apart, and collapsed. Countless elite imperial guards were killed on the spot, their corpses piled up into mounds, and more than a hundred were killed or wounded in just a few breaths.

Despair instantly enveloped the battlefield once more.

Taking advantage of the chaos in Angron's formation, the remaining sixteen high-level demons regrouped and launched a counterattack, sealing the breach that had just been opened and fueled by an increasingly ferocious killing intent. The lifeline that had just been stabilized was instantly on the verge of being completely extinguished.

The situation has completely deteriorated and has reached its worst point.

The players instantly realized their predicament: with Angron's appearance and the sixteen high-level demons still existing, all the combat power present was completely insufficient to contend with this top-tier chaotic force.

Continuing to fight and protract the battle will only leave the exhausted Guilliman and Felus completely stranded, surrounded a second time, and ultimately killed in the desolate wilderness, extinguishing the last embers of the Empire.

"The only way to survive is to abandon all minor gains, at the cost of heavy casualties, and have everyone do their utmost to cover Guilliman and Feralas as they head to Terra Palace."

Only by retreating to the fortified defenses of the palace, relying on the empire's millennia-old heritage to hold out, using fortifications to divide and kill the demon hordes, and offsetting the superior strength of the great demons, can the human empire be qualified to continue to exist, continue to resist, and continue to protect the last hope in this hellish battle of Lion's Gate.

The players quickly moved towards Guilliman's direction.

The beta testers present already possessed formidable strength capable of engaging in combat with high-level demons.

Players may not be able to kill the Great Demon alone, but the combined battlefield impact of a group of players is in no way inferior to that of the Primarch.

It was thanks to the players' restraint and assistance that the Primarchs were able to break free from the Great Demon's encirclement time and time again, stabilizing the precarious battlefront.

Immediately, all the robotic players abandoned all hunting actions and switched to a posture of restraint, obstruction, and rearguard action.

Drooling led the top players to directly block the counterattack of the sixteen high-level demon hordes.

The remaining players scattered and, with their absolutely accurate trajectory prediction and superhuman combat power under the Purge Agreement, managed to block the monsters' second encirclement, firmly stopping the demons' advance and using their mechanical bodies to withstand the impact of the endless demonic tide.

With the player's mechanical forces fighting desperately to cover their retreat, Guilliman made a decisive decision, reluctantly giving up the opportunity to regroup on the spot.

He and Felus gathered the remaining Astartes forces, and without looking back or engaging in prolonged combat, they took advantage of the brief window of opportunity that the players had desperately defended, and rushed back at full speed towards the regular defensive lines of Terra Palace.

Driven by Angron's fury and pursued by the roars of the sixteen great demons, countless demons pounced on the land, their howls echoing across the earth.

However, the mechanical humanoid troops remained firmly on the periphery of the battlefield, using their unconventional combat power to constantly pull, obstruct, and cover the retreat, thus paving a bloody path for the Primarch army to withdraw.

With the successive fall of high-ranking demons, the breaking of the perfect encirclement formation of seventeen demons, and the repeated collapse of his battles, coupled with Angron's personal enraged participation in the battle, layers of rage flowed back into the depths of the dimension along the warp veins.

Khorne's savage rage completely overwhelmed the skies of Terra, and a crimson pressure enveloped the entire planet, plunging all beings on the battlefield into an extreme terror that originated from their very souls.

Beneath the crimson sky, the imperial army fought and retreated.

The Imperial Guard Marshal was utterly powerless to resist the sudden arrival of Angron. Dozens of elite Imperial Guards perished the instant Angron appeared.

The commander of the Imperial Guards immediately gathered all the remaining Imperial Guards and focused all their firepower and attention on Angron, but all of this was in vain.

Guilliman, Felix, and a group of players charged towards Angron at full speed.

The Imperial Guard must not be allowed to collapse completely; once they are routed, there will be no chance of victory in the entire battle. The individual combat strength of these Terran Imperial Guards far surpasses that of ordinary players; they are the ultimate elite force guarding the sacred Terra, and the Empire's most indestructible core military power.

Angron stared intently at Guilliman and Feralus charging toward him, a hoarse and ferocious roar erupting from his throat. He gripped his Bloodthirsty Blade tightly and fearlessly slashed at the two loyal Primarchs.

Guilliman and Felus simultaneously raised their hands to meet the attack, and the head-on clash of the three Primarch-level powerhouses instantly tore the air apart from the entire battlefield.

Upon seeing this, the remaining high-ranking archmages immediately swarmed forward, intending to assist Angron in besieging and killing the loyal Primarch, but they were intercepted and held back by the player legion that had been in position beforehand.

The critical battle situation has reached a delicate balance.

Despite the dire situation, Guilliman roared, "Retreat! Retreat to the palace defenses!"

The Grand Marshal of the Imperial Guard immediately accepted the order and led the remaining Imperial Guard and tens of thousands of Astartes warriors in an emergency retreat toward the Terra Palace.

The three-way battle was truly earth-shattering.

Even though there was only one Fallen Primarch on the battlefield, there were as many as sixteen surviving high-ranking Bloodthirsty Archmages following closely behind Angron.

The terrifying power unleashed by Angron and the high-ranking archmages completely overwhelmed the Imperial Primarch, who was now exhausted from the battle.

With a vast disparity in combat strength between the enemy and ourselves, Guilliman could only seize the brief window of opportunity when the two sides clashed briefly and the offensive faltered, and decisively led all combat forces to retreat to the palace at full speed to hold it.

Seeing that Felus and Guilliman had led their troops in defeat, Angron immediately let out a furious roar that shook the entire battlefield.

"Come out and fight me! Cowards! You're all cowards!"

A frenzied roar echoed across the land of Terra, the howl repeatedly shattering two names, a mad outburst of extreme bloodlust and venom.

"Guilliman! Feralas! Come out! Fight me!"

The rampaging Primarch was met with the palace's layers upon layers of defensive artillery positions, which suddenly activated.

The roar of coastal artillery, thermal arrays, and void weapons locked onto the open field, unleashing a dense torrent of firepower. But before the demigod-level Fallen Primarch, these Imperial defensive artillery pieces, capable of annihilating legions, were nothing more than a few insignificant plays, a piece of cake.

Relying on the palace's comprehensive three-dimensional defense system, the imperial garrison barely managed to hold off the demon army's frenzied offensive. Angron, unwilling to watch Guilliman and Feralas cower in the palace, transformed into the sharpest crimson blade, relentlessly thrusting, crushing, and ramming against the palace walls time and again.

Each ferocious attack was desperately stopped by Felus and Kiriman working together. The two loyal Primarchs did their best to block Angron's deadly attacks, but the intense battle still left both sides severely wounded and weakened, resulting in an extremely fierce stalemate.

As the battle reached its climax, Guilliman issued his final order in a deep voice: "Initiate orbital bombardment! Sweep away all outer demon clusters and weaken Angron's demonic forces to the greatest extent possible!"

To launch an orbital bombardment of the Holy Terra homeland is an absolutely unforgivable act of blasphemy under Imperial law and tradition.

But the one who gave the order at this moment was the great Primarch of the human empire—Robert Guilliman.

Military orders are absolute. Above the sky, the remaining orbital weapon platforms of the Empire slowly turned their cannons, charged up, and aimed at the demon-occupied areas on the surface of Terra, preparing to exhaust the battlefield and deplete the Chaos forces with space-based firepower.

Just as the orbital bombardment was about to begin, streaks of crimson light suddenly pierced through the deep sea of ​​stars and slammed into Terra's outer planetary defense barrier!

The alarm blared, an unknown fleet had forcibly entered the Terraheng system!

The entire Terran sky had changed color, as a terrifyingly large fleet, so vast it blotted out the sky, obscured the entire firmament.

That was the Chaos Fleet, personally commanded by Abaddon, that had been chasing Guilliman's remnants all the way!

The main fleet of Chaos has arrived and is now hovering over the royal city of Terra.

With the situation changing drastically, the Empire had no choice but to urgently terminate its ground-based orbital bombardment plan, mobilize all its void defense forces, and turn to confront the Chaos Fleet that was pressing down from the sky.

To save the human empire from the brink of destruction.

Abaddon would never let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, one that could utterly shake the foundations of the Empire, slip by. Holy Terra was now caught in a double bind, facing a fierce attack from ground demons and a siege by space fleets.

Abaddon commanded a thousand warships, their void cannons crisscrossing and tearing through the starry sea, but the overall combat power gap between the two fleets had not widened significantly, and they were unable to inflict a fatal breach on Terra's orbital defenses in the short term.

However, precisely because the space battlefield was tightly bound, Terra's upper orbital forces were completely unable to be withdrawn and could not provide any fire support to the ground battlefield.

With the two lines of communication completely cut off, the entire fierce battle fell into a brief but deadly stalemate.

On this battlefield where life and death were frozen, Fang Yun, far away in deep space, suddenly opened his eyes.

He directly bypassed interstellar communication and connected with Guilliman on the ground, his voice steady and cold: "The time has come."

"Guilliman, the Human Rights Alliance has decided to escalate this war!" Fang Yun's voice carried an unquestionable tone.

They didn't consult Guilliman; they just notified him.

Both sides deserve it.

Guilliman is in a completely default state.

He knew that the empire now needed the assistance of the Human Alliance.

The Empire had a very low chance of winning this war, mainly because some of its troops were assisted by others.

Guilliman has held on for every single second until now in order to delay the battle and wait for the moment when the Renlian Teng makes his move.

"Anna, open the stargate!"

"Yes, Commander!"

"Annie, has the legion been assembled?" A communication spanning across the stars led to a row of silver-white metal figures standing before the gates of Galun Star.

Mechanical humanoid.

The silent stargate suddenly opened!

One after another, silver-white mechanical humanoids plummeted from the sky, their dense silver figures crashing down on Terra's ravaged land like a torrential downpour.

"I can't get out, but can you get in?"

Fang Yun's gaze seemed to pierce through the barrier between reality and illusion.

"Isn't it just playing chess while in jail?"

The four gods are trapped in the subspace and cannot directly take action in reality; the Emperor is refining corpses on the Golden Throne; and Fang Yun is guarding the Human Alliance command ship.

Each of their god-level combatants has been banned.

"If I lose, I still have a way out, but if you lose, you'll be in deep trouble!"

"Come on, let's raise the stakes!"

"The Four Chaos Vendors!"

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