Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 147 I Want to See the Emperor

The flames of war raged across Terra, and the entire human empire was already at a disadvantage, forced to hold its ground and struggle to maintain its defenses.

In the face of this crisis, the SUPP has officially dispatched troops to aid Sacred Terra.

With Fang Yun's command, the void star gate opened, and the reinforcements from Galun Star, thousands of light-years away, passed through one by one, first gathering on the front-line warships. The assembled mechanical humanoids swooped down together, like mercury spilling onto the surface of Holy Terra.

Players who set foot on Holy Terra all took a closer look at the planet.

"Is this the Holy Terra?"

"My God, it's so magnificent, so magnificent it's almost despairing."

"I originally thought the planet Koss was hopeless, but after seeing the real Holy Tyre, it felt even more hopeless."

"How can one not despair while living on such a planet?"

This was the first time that all the players had seen the full view of Terra, and their hearts were filled with a surge of emotions.

This is a colossal star entirely built from giant nests, with no trace of native land left in the world; the entire land is shrouded in cold metal and ruins.

The endless rows of buildings, each bearing the imprint of a strong imperial faith, create a solemn and dignified atmosphere that perpetually permeates the entire planet with a heavy and eerie religious ambiance.

The entire planet, encased in layers of metal, is now teeming with monstrous beasts that climb and fly freely. The once solemn and sacred place is now a devastated and ruined ancient temple.

Despair and faith swirl around, prosperity and extreme darkness twist together.

The moment the mechanical humanoids landed, a large number of demons swarmed in and attacked them.

"Holy crap, so many demons?"

The players were also shocked by the endless demons.

"This is the Battle of Lionsgate, the Second Battle of Lionsgate!"

Savvy players quickly figured out which war they had joined.

"This is the battle where Guilliman returned to Terra, initiated by Khorne."

"An apocalyptic war?"

"I see people saying that we are loyal when asked, but we never go when told to."

"Well, here we are, aren't we?"

Because of the previous battle between the humanoid robot and the demon, the demon had already remembered its formidable fighting power.

Now, as more of these robotic shapes fall, the demons will immediately swarm and attack them.

The veteran players, exhausted from dealing with the beta testers, roared in anger at the appearance of so many Iron Men: "Tear all these Iron Men apart!"

This level of warfare would be a headache even for players.

Felus and Guilliman decisively withdrew from the palace's defensive lines and rushed to the front lines, heading straight for the raging and violent Angron.

"Attack! Hold them back!"

They must do everything in their power to hold back the Fallen Primarch and the main force of the high-ranking demons, so that a large number of mechanical humanoids can land and form ranks, seizing a crucial window of opportunity for combat.

Based on conventional battle scenarios, if Angron breaks free from the entanglement and redirects his demonic forces to encircle and annihilate the still unstable mechanical army, the battle situation may undergo unpredictable changes.

Far away in space, Fang Yun immediately activated the combat module and quickly set up a defense system in the virtual sandbox.

Fifty thousand mechanical androids were dispatched to Terra to participate in the war. After landing, the large number of silver-white mechanical warriors quickly gathered together and, with the assistance of the system, quickly formed a neat and tight battle formation.

Prior to this, the high-ranking archmages under Angron's command, relying on their formidable individual strength, had consistently suppressed the already exhausted Imperial garrison, firmly maintaining the initiative on the ground battlefield.

As this mechanical legion entered the battle, the stalemate was completely overturned.

Each robotic humanoid possesses outstanding individual combat capabilities, with combat strength comparable to that of the Terra Imperial Guard in its weakened state.

1000 mechanical dolls cannot change the situation on the battlefield, but 50,000 mechanical dolls will make a completely different difference.

These mechanical bodies are all controlled by external players and equipped with exclusive module abilities, thus overcoming many of the inherent shortcomings of flesh and blood life forms.

They felt no fear or alarm, no pain in their bodies, no fatigue in their actions, and never retreated in the slightest throughout the entire battle; their will remained unwavering.

Ordinary soldiers, surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, inevitably feel fear and may even suffer mental breakdowns or go insane.

The mechanical humanoids that can be controlled by players will only rise up with intense combat fervor amidst endless battles.

Within their cold, hard metal shells surged the burning fighting spirit of the human players. They fought without restraint, their exhilarating roars echoing across the battlefield: "That was awesome! Exhilarating! The battle was exhilarating!"

This fearless, ever-growing fighting spirit, driven purely by the desire to conquer and slaughter, while different from the innate bloodlust and madness of the Khorne demon, appears more violent and pure, making it all the more difficult for the demon to withstand.

The Khorne demon, who used to roam the battlefield, taking pleasure in slaughter and disregarding life and death, felt a chilling fear and dread for the first time in his life.

"By the Blood God, where did these madmen come from?"

"Damn Iron Men, they have no souls!"

The demons were used to witnessing their opponents scream in agony and flee, their minds collapsing, but they had never encountered an enemy so fearless, who regarded hunting chaos as the ultimate pleasure.

What plunged the demons into despair was that the attack methods of these mechanical humanoids contained a special power capable of completely ending the existence of chaos.

"Ah!" A high-ranking demon let out a scream, and then burned like a torch that had been lit.

Ordinary weapons can only severely injure a demon, shattering its physical body in the mortal realm and dispersing its physical form projected from the warp. Given time, the demon can still reshape its form in the warp and reappear in the mortal realm.

"That demon is such an idiot, doesn't he know that our Human Alliance can annihilate the source?"

"Look, the Slaanesh demons run away when they see us!" The player who spoke was somewhat nostalgic for the Slaanesh demons he had fought before, finding a strange kind of beauty in them.

The standard battle blades equipped by the mechanical humanoids contain special annihilation power. Every swing and slash directly tears apart the original structure of the demon's Ganya space, erasing its chaotic spiritual foundation.

Any demon that falls to the blades of the mechanical legion will have its soul and spirit annihilated, its very essence vanishing from the world, with no possibility of resurrection.

A massive horde of low-ranking Khorne demons, along with the remaining high-ranking archdemons, launched a fierce attack, attempting to use their numerical superiority to create a blood and flesh torrent and crush this unexpected mechanical force.

Faced with the swarming demons, the players grinned menacingly, their lasers erupting to form a network that ignited the demons.

"biubiubiu....

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"Do you really think we're only capable of close combat?"

"Eat my big laser!"

Faced with the overwhelming combat power brought by cutting-edge technology, coupled with an unyielding will to kill, the blood and flesh frenzy constructed by chaos was utterly powerless to resist.

The mechanical humanoids had almost no charging formation; they just recklessly charged forward. Their silver-white battle blades slashed, thrust, and swept across the enemy's defenses in turn. Each attack precisely pierced through the demon's flesh and blood, disintegrating the chaotic evil energy surrounding it.

Filthy flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the subspace energy that had escaped was completely annihilated and dissolved.

The originally tightly arranged and seemingly unbreakable demon battle formation quickly collapsed and shattered under the thunderous and swift offensive of the mechanical legion.

Fifty thousand mechanical warriors advanced together, unleashing a brief but absolutely overwhelming force that swept across the entire battle area. They carved out several paths leading directly to the heart of the battlefield amidst the dense horde of demons, completely disrupting the battle plans of all the demons under Angron's command.

In the blink of an eye, the ground battle, which had been on the verge of a complete defeat and forced to retreat step by step, was completely reversed.

Taking advantage of the mechanical legion's strong suppression of the chaotic forces, the empire's precarious defensive lines were quickly regrouped and reorganized. The Astartes monks and imperial garrison, who were exhausted from days of fierce fighting, finally gained a precious opportunity to rest and regroup.

"How can there be so many? How can there be so many mechanical dolls?" The high-ranking officials of the empire, the high lords, became increasingly uneasy about the mechanical dolls.

If it was tolerable before, it's no longer tolerance now, it's fear.

This suddenly appearing mechanical armed force, which forcefully suppressed the chaos, also aroused deep fear and unease in the hearts of all the imperial soldiers present.

In the empire's long-established perception, such powerful weapons that transcend conventional understanding, being neither human nor machine, exude a chilling sense of oppression. Coupled with their bizarre and formidable combat capabilities, they even bear a faint resemblance to the Chaos Heretics.

Yet everyone witnessed firsthand that these silver-white mechanical warriors were relentlessly slaughtering the minions of Chaos, annihilating the essence of demonic spirits, and steadfastly fighting a bloody battle on the land of Terra.

Angron, known as the King of Slashers, whose mind was already filled with the obsession of killing, surprisingly had a moment of clarity in his turbid and fierce eyes when he saw a large number of mechanical humanoids appear on the battlefield.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, a rough, hoarse voice carrying a heavy sense of sarcasm echoing between heaven and earth: "The Empire—has actually chosen to join forces with the Iron Man?"

Mocking laughter swirled and drifted through the air above Terra, the words filled with disdain and absurdity.

In the eyes of many in the Empire, this action was tantamount to betraying their own creed. But some held a different view, believing that even if the other side was a mechanical creation, it had genuinely protected Holy Terra, and such an action could be considered righteous.

On the battlefield, a group of priests from the Cult of Mechanisms were constantly scanning and probing these unfamiliar mechanical humanoids.

"What kind of technology does the Primarch's ally, Omnisiah, possess?"

Without divine runes or the blessing of faith, this completely illogical mechanical structure possesses unimaginable power and structure.

"They have blasphemed the holiness of Omnissiah!" Some of the lower-class butterflies were terrified.

Only the higher echelons of the Mechanicus, those great sages, would maintain an observational attitude towards the mechanical humanoids.

Extreme curiosity captivated them, and they were eager to delve deeper into this new mechanical structure.

Even some great sages tried to find something on these mechanical humanoids, even if it was just a piece of char siu hanging on their bodies.

Although some high-ranking members of the Mechanicus were extremely opposed to and wary of this, the vast majority of priests desperately wanted to capture a mechanical humanoid alive, bring it back to the Furnace Sanctuary to disassemble and analyze it, and understand its core operating secrets.

However, with the war raging across Terra and the situation tense and stalemate, the entire Empire is mired in fierce fighting. Even if they are eager to fight, they cannot take any action and can only suppress their emotions and watch quietly.

The existence of Iron Man could not be openly discussed. Whether people within the empire harbored curiosity or tacitly approved of the matter, they maintained a unified stance on the surface. Creatures like Iron Man were simply not acceptable to the current human empire.

"Hahaha!!!" The players' maniacal laughter came from the robot's voice system.

As more and more demons were annihilated and perished, Fang Yun, who had remained silent, finally spoke again.

The critical threshold has been exceeded.

He immediately made a decision to set off to meet the one who sat on the golden throne, who may have been secretly plotting against him all along.

Fang Yun immediately initiated communication with Guilliman on the ground.

Upon receiving the message, Guilliman's brow furrowed with deep sorrow. At this critical juncture amidst the chaos of war, he asked, full of bewilderment, for the reason.

Fang Yun spoke calmly, uttering only five words. There was no questioning or request for instructions in his words, only an unquestionable declaration: "I want to see the Emperor."

Since it concerns an audience with the Golden Throne, even Guilliman, as the Primarch, does not have the authority to grant such an audience without authorization.

He immediately contacted the marshal of the Imperial Guard, who was in charge of the palace security and commanded the royal guards, to discuss countermeasures. The Imperial Guard would take full control of the access to the Terra Palace and the emperor's audience privileges.

When the Imperial Guard Marshal learned of Fang Yun's request, he was immediately enraged and resolutely rejected it.

"Absolutely impossible!"

The war has not yet ended, and Terra remains in peril. This person originates from an unknown external force and has deep ties to these strangely-looking mechanical iron men; his own identity and stance are completely ambiguous. Such an outsider, unable to prove his loyalty, is absolutely unworthy to set foot in the Holy Palace and pay homage to the Human Emperor!

If they harbor ulterior motives and malicious intentions, and something goes wrong before the Golden Throne, it will bring about the annihilation of all human civilization.

The commander of the Imperial Guard was absolutely resolute, adhering to the ironclad rule passed down for thousands of years: anyone of unknown origin, of dubious stance, or unable to prove absolute loyalty was strictly forbidden from approaching the throne or meeting the Emperor.

A figure enveloped in holy light slowly descended from the sky above the battlefield.

With wings outstretched, scattering shimmering golden light, and the blazing holy blade humming faintly, the living saint Celestine broke through the barriers of war and went straight to the Imperial Guard formation.

As the embodiment of the Emperor's divine grace, she has always been deeply revered by the people of the Empire, but at this moment, her gaze toward the Marshal of the Imperial Guard was solemn and dignified.

"Marshal, the People's Alliance is not an external enemy; it is a fellow traveler personally acknowledged by that person."