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This super battleship was filled with flames of rage, tearing apart any Word Bearers warship within sight.

The recovery of the flagship was a signal, and the large and small starships of the Ultramarines Legion gradually regained their mobility. Although most of them were injured, it did not affect their ability to smash their weapons on the enemy.

"Except for those that have been destroyed and those that have lost contact, about 45% of the warships assembled in Cowes have restored their power systems. They can now participate in this naval battle."

The captain's report made Guilliman's heart bleed. In just a few hours, the entire legion lost almost half of its warships, and the culprit of all this has not been punished yet.

"I order! All warships open fire at full power and defeat all enemies!"

The Primarch's voice rang out on all the Ultramarines' warships, and macro cannons and light spears constituted the only main theme of this brutal space naval battle.

Every moment, warships were exploding and sinking, but more were fighting back.

No fear, fearless!

"It's useless. Stop struggling, Roboute. You don't know what you are fighting against. The Wolf God Horus is rising. He will replace the Emperor as the new Lord of Humanity and lead all of humanity into the arms of the Most High."

"The other brothers have chosen to go with him. I will be his loyal comrade, as will Fulgrim, Angron, Perturabo, Mortarion, Curze, Magnus, and Alpharius."

"Ferrus is dead, beheaded by Fulgrim. The Gorgon was a great threat, but that is a thing of the past. Vulkan is dead, Corax is dead too. How much strength do you have left?"

Guilliman understood completely what message Calth was trying to convey even by sending his weapon array to attack his flagship.

It wasn't just the Word Bearers who betrayed, it was half of the Primarchs and Astartes of the Imperium who betrayed.

This is not bad news, but a nightmare.

"Use your superhuman brain to think, Roboute. I won't tell such an obvious lie. You are the most rational one among us. You and I have had a long-standing feud, but I will not destroy your army because of a little personal grudge. Everything I do is to overthrow that hypocritical tyrant. I want mankind to truly embrace the Supreme Heaven and the perfect truth!"

Lorgar's eyes were full of fanaticism and excitement, which made Guilliman shudder as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Crazy, they are all crazy. They destroyed the great cause of rejuvenation, but they still claim to be doing it for humanity."

Guilliman really wanted to push Lorgar's head to the ground and ask this crazy charlatan: The hundreds of millions of lives that died on Calth that is burning at this moment, did they also die for the revival of mankind?

"Guilliman, I am here to destroy your legion because you are too threatening. Your damn Smurfs keep popping up like greenskins. You are too dangerous. Your existence is the biggest variable."

Lorgar leaned forward, almost breaking out of the holographic projection and rushing straight in front of Roboute.

"Putting aside our personal grudges, I actually admire you very much, so in order to respect you——"

"Please die."

Luojia's light and shadow began to transform, and the body made of light was actually dripping with sticky grease, the muscles melted to reveal the bones, until everything dissolved into a pool of strange liquid.

Guilliman instinctively sensed the change, he could feel that something that shouldn't exist had entered the material world.

It was a nightmare from the past, a malice resurrected from the long past, it came from the sea of ​​​​warp, and was breaking free from Lorgar's skin.

It has shiny black flesh, twisted blood vessels growing wildly, trembling and wriggling eyeballs all over its body, sharp teeth and claws, and huge bat-like wings. Its surface emits a faint light that can touch the deepest fears of human beings.

Its ferocious horns were four meters long, twisted and winding, and its hissing growls emitted an incomparable stench, which was a mixture of blood, venom and filth.

Guilliman's hand was on the hilt of his sword, and he was on full alert.

"Robot," it spoke in human language, "Let the galaxy burn!"

The evil power of the Warp descended along with the sacrifice of filthy spells, and a trace of power from the High Heavens suddenly exploded on the bridge of Macragge's Glory.

In this explosion frenzy that did not belong to the material universe, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Roboute Guilliman, was swept into space.

Chapter 19: Blood of Calth

World Museum.

This landmark building on the planet Kos has now completely lost its former splendor.

War left it covered in dust.

The stone wall, which was so smooth that it could reflect certain light and form a beautiful scenery, was now covered with bullet holes and traces of burning and explosion.

A large number of surviving civilians, mortal auxiliary troops, and the Mechanicus's Skitarii all gathered after receiving the signal from the transmitter. Relying on the thick underground bunkers and void shield generators here, this area can be said to be temporarily safe.

The reason why it is temporarily safe is that the orbital bombardment has not yet reached this area, and the enemy's Titan machine is also deeply mired in the quagmire of war.

The rumbling of artillery fire never subsided. The offensive from the Word Bearers and their mortal auxiliaries tried to pull out this stubborn nail, but their advance was firmly restrained by the assembled remnants of the Ultramarines.

With valuable advance warning, Ventanus gathered around seven hundred battle-brothers. Their original company had suffered heavy losses in the Word Bearers' surprise attack, but a large number of Ultramarines still survived and took action to stop the enemy.

Now these Ultramarines have reorganized into small teams. Under the cover of their own artillery, they have entered the ruins of the city and adopted guerrilla tactics to take revenge on the Word Bearers.

Hiding in the Universal Museum would lead to death. Ventanus knew that only by engaging in mobile warfare with the enemy could he avoid being destroyed by heavy firepower and Titans.

Artillery fire had been chasing the team led by Ventanus. The explosive weapons from heavy vehicles tore the warehouses and shops where they were hiding into pieces. The remaining factories and warehouses in the flying dust were engulfed in flames. The city was gradually becoming a complete battlefield ruin.

The squad of twenty Space Marines moved through the concrete tunnels, dark places littered with corpses, most of them civilians.

Ordinary people are too vulnerable in such a destructive battlefield.

Those people who were thrown into panic by the explosions and bombings instinctively hid in tunnels in order to survive, but in the face of those high-energy weapons, even the aftermath was enough to drag them to death.

Most of the bodies that died from the shock wave had blood coming out of their mouths and noses. If you touched them lightly, their bodies would even shake and rise like water-filled cloth bags.

The faces of those who died after being burned by flames or having the air sucked out had expressions of fear and pain. They tore their faces with their own nails before dying and died while struggling.

Ventanus looked at the dead Kos people in silence.

Among the corpses there were also quite a few auxiliary soldiers, and even a few Extreme Warriors.

The cobalt blue power armors that symbolized glory were in tatters, with some parts even falling and scattered in the blood and mud. Some bodies were chopped open, and the remains of the warriors inside were subjected to unimaginable insults and desecration.

The Word Bearers stripped them of their armor and skinned them, bound them with steel chains in profane sacrificial rituals, or nailed them to pillars and carved curses into them with blades.

Every Ultramarines was slaughtered to death, and even those who were already dead were repeatedly tortured and desecrated.

"May your souls rest upon the Golden Throne, battle-brothers."

The Astartes fear no death, but shameful betrayal and blasphemy drive them into a rage.

Their actions not only humiliated the term Astartes, but also distorted the truth and creed of the Empire, and completely lost their sense of morality as human beings.

Ventanus wiped off the blasphemous Chaos symbols such as the eight-pointed star that were smeared on the wall with blood. Witnessing these evil creatures from the Warp, he instinctively felt extreme disgust.

The fog of war enveloped the entire city. Ventanus understood that it was the smoke from burning, mixed with a gelatinous mist formed by the huge amount of water evaporated by energy weapons.

The light was greatly blocked and deflected, and all light sources turned into a hazy halo.

They passed through the tunnel and immediately encountered six Word Bearers warriors. As soon as the two sides met, they immediately started a fierce battle with their extraordinary reaction speed.

A bomb came from a steel crane near the factory and hit the helmet of the Atani brother. Half of his head was destroyed by the bomb and his body lost control and fell down weakly.

Ventanus fired several explosive bullets in that direction with his backhand. After hearing the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, the cold gunfire finally stopped.

Two Word Bearers in scarlet armor surrounded the Ultramarines from behind, but their movements were discovered by several warriors. At a very close distance, both sides fought with melee weapons.

An Ultramarines wielding a power hammer swung away the opponent's chainsword and smashed it hard on the edge of the Word Bearer's breastplate, then tossed him up and to the side. The warrior rolled over and stopped, his power armor already broken and twisted, his spine and ribs shattered by the power weapon.

The Ultramarines' automatic cannons opened fire. This heavy weapon was supposed to be mounted on the vehicle, but it could still be used after being disassembled. The elemental storm tore through all obstacles and turned the Word Bearer into a sieve.

The enemy had far more vehicles than the Ultramarines, and the Loyalists had to abandon their own vehicles and heavy firepower in a hasty assembly. What they were facing at this moment was a Land Raider that rushed out of the ruins.

The Land Raider slowly turned, aiming all its weapons and ready to fire.

The Ultramarines spread out, using the distance to reduce the shockwave damage of the artillery fire. They tried to use grenade launchers to cause armor-piercing damage to their vulnerable parts, but it was not very effective.

They began to slowly retreat, moving the battlefield to the warehouse. Bolt guns flew back and forth, and the roar of the giant vehicle's engine became louder and louder.

Ventanus and his comrades installed high-energy bombs on the wall. With a roar, the entire building and the tower crane next to it fell down, burying the Land Raider in the ruins.

However, such a war vehicle could not be easily imprisoned. The powerful force pushed this steel monster out of the ruins, and the black muzzle was aimed at the extreme warriors under the control of the bird servant.

Suddenly, in an instant, strong light penetrated the foggy environment around it, ultra-high temperature embraced the Land Raider, and the hot plasma cut through the thick armor.

The molten alloy killed the pilot within the vehicle, while beams of flashing green rays penetrated the remaining Word Bearers power armor, killing these tenacious Astartes.

A large number of Mechanicus Skitarii arrived, they were another friendly unit that had received the assembly order.

Dozens of highly modified Skitarii soldiers, emitting terrible radiation, appeared beside a tall veteran.

"Aluxerotide, Skitarii of Calth."

"Ventanus, Captain of the Fourth Company."

"We have been chasing the Word Bearers. I only caught up with this group after they encountered you." Aluka said, "We have strong firepower, but limited energy. We need supplies."

"Follow me and leave the breakout point. We have supplies." Ventanus made a prompt decision and decided to evacuate this group of crusaders back to the Universal Museum base first.

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Chapter 20 Why fight?

In the Global Museum, the empty rooms were already crowded with people seeking refuge.

These civilians, who were still building their homes with great anticipation a few days ago, are now huddled together in fear, trying to gain some strength and warmth from their companions.

Even strangers hugged each other tightly at this moment. Numbers could bring people a little psychological comfort, which was a legacy of biological instincts from the distant past.

Calth is an emerging planet, and most of its population has migrated from other places in the Five Hundred Worlds.

In order to develop this fertile land, Guilliman promised favorable conditions. Everyone who came here could get their own land and could freely engage in the career they wanted.

It can be said that Cowes is the new continent of the Five Hundred Worlds, and people with dreams come here to realize their dreams.

The people of the Five Hundred Worlds enjoy much better conditions than the citizens of the Empire in other star regions. Most of the time, war is far away from them, and many people will never encounter war in their entire lives.

But now, peace is broken and war comes with death.

War does not care whether you are male or female, old or young; it kills everyone equally.

In fact, most of the civilians here are children and the elderly, and those young and strong men and women who still have strength are temporarily incorporated into the auxiliary army.

With the 61st Company of Numinas who came with Luo Xi and others as the core, they were given a laser rifle, some high-energy grenades and relatively simple armor.

A war cannot be sustained solely by Space Marines, especially a war of annihilation like this one. A large number of mortal auxiliary forces belonging to the Word Bearers and those superstitious cultists are also constantly slaughtering the people of Calth.

They brutally slaughtered civilians, used their blood, flesh, internal organs and bones as sacrifices, and set up their dirty sacrificial rituals to please the great existence in their hearts.

In reality, the Word Bearers' Space Marines mainly targeted the Ultramarines with whom they had personal vendettas, and most of the civilians died at the hands of the cultists they were dealing with.

The people of Cowes will never sit idly by.