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"They are coming!" roared the commander of this position.

The first things that appeared in Calvin's sight were some zombies whose skin was ulcerated all over, and one could even see huge sores and holes with the naked eye.

They exuded an appalling stench and staggered through the muddy and toxic sludge.

Many of the zombies have been completely decayed, and even their heads are barely able to stay in their original positions with the help of rotten flesh and spine.

Their eyes had rotted away, but they continued to roar and move closer to the mortal front.

"These are only the weakest enemies. They are very fragile. You only need to blow their heads off with a laser gun to make them unable to move."

Calvin recalled the experience that the veteran of the Sun Auxiliary Army had taught him. Tremblingly, he aimed his laser gun, and when the sight reached the straight line between the three points, he immediately pulled the trigger.

There was a flash of laser light, and the focused beam hit the target, creating a small explosion on the surface and vaporizing the object.

The zombie in front of Calvin had its head blown up, and their rotten bones exploded instantly, with the smelly green pus inside splattering everywhere.

He did not feel much joy in his heart, because every one of these zombies was once his compatriot. They died in the plague, but crawled back from the underworld, bringing decay and death to more humans.

Calvin smelled the extremely disgusting smell and instinctively wanted to vomit, but his stomach was empty and there was nothing to vomit.

He seemed to be numb, firing again and again to stop the zombies from approaching.

After firing more than a hundred shots, the laser gun in his hand finally ran out of ammunition. He immediately unscrewed the energy box of the laser gun as the veterans said, and threw it into the blazing fire beside him.

Calvin nervously counted to ten in his mind, kicked the energy box out with his fireproof boots, and then stuffed it back in despite the still hot surface.

"Old buddy, you are still reliable."

Calvin loves his laser gun, which requires only minimal maintenance and can even restore its ammunition capacity by heating it over a fire. It is also the only weapon he can use to fight the enemy.

Hundreds of laser guns were firing on the battlefield, and they tried to fire in batches to avoid a reduction in firepower within a certain period of time.

However, those tough guys of the Sun Auxiliary Army would not use such sissy weapons. Thirty meters away from Calvin, an old soldier wearing force-feedback power armor wrapped himself tightly was carrying a heavy promethium flamethrower and coldly releasing a fire dragon to burn the battlefield.

In the face of the burning flame of promethium, both the mist and the pus on the ground evaporated rapidly. The sacred flame could expel these filthy things.

"Emperor, bless us." Calvin thought silently in his heart.

Although the Lord of Mankind has always promoted and emphasized the truth of the Empire, after the emergence of various unpredictable enemies, more and more people began to worship the Emperor as a god.

Calvin often heard some of his comrades call the Lord of Mankind the God-Emperor.

This is a change in thought that cannot be seen in the light of day. Although many people know about it and agree with it, no one dares to put forward the so-called belief in the God-Emperor in public.

This is a rebellion against the truth of the empire. If it had happened in the past, someone would have come to settle accounts with them.

Compared to the cold imperial truth, these humans struggling with disease and hunger need a divine existence that they can worship and pray to more.

The Lord of Mankind is obviously a natural object of worship, and many people long for the Emperor's protection so that these helpless and weak humans can have something to rely on.

After Calvin prayed, he felt as if a warm current was really surging in his body. His fear and hesitation faded a little, and the palm of his hand holding the laser gun became stronger.

He regarded it as the magical effect of faith, and faith in the Emperor of God really worked.

The first batch of zombies all fell on the road of charge. Even the defense line composed of laser guns could stop them, but everyone knew that these were just cannon fodder coming to die.

What the enemy needs is to spread the viruses and plagues brewing in these zombies to the loyalists' defense lines as much as possible, and defeat them with those invisible pathogens.

On the battlefield covered with blood and pus, a new batch of enemies is approaching. They are fully equipped and in formation, forming a dark mass, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

"Detestable traitors, they used vicious technology and sorcery to control our comrades, turning them against their former companions."

The enemies Calvin saw were mind-controlled slave soldiers created by the rebels, who had been brainwashed by the machines of the Dark Mechanicus and turned their weapons against him.

Those mind-controlled slave soldiers are no match for the zombies. They have the same discipline and organization as before, and can even skillfully control the traitors' vehicle units to charge.

The Dark Mechanicus's knight mechas and tanks charged forward, their steel tracks crushing the mud, along with the flesh and bones of the loyalists.

The promethium engines were roaring, and several loyal Sikaran tanks activated their weapon systems, and the shells like a rainstorm smashed numerous enemies into pieces.

Heavy logging rifles and close-range explosive shells even tore through the armor of a Knight mech, but more enemies were coming, and the Sikaran tank and its driver were destroyed by the enemy's long-range artillery fire.

Both sides entered meat grinder mode, sacrificing each other's lives to weaken the other's strength.

With a loud roar of artillery fire, there was only a huge pit left where the veteran of the Sun Auxiliary Army was standing next to Calvin. The crater that was emitting hot steam and smoke was empty.

Calvin was shaking all over, and he realized that he must be sick, infected by the pathogens spread by those enemies.

"Damn it, God-Emperor! If you want me to die, you won't be able to live!"

Calvin's blood boiled and he dropped his laser gun. Although this weapon was reliable, it was somewhat powerless when facing such an enemy.

He fell laboriously into the trenches and mud, and picked up the promethium flamethrower dropped by the veteran of the Solar Auxiliary Army. This thing was extremely hot, and Calvin had no idea how the flamethrower filled with promethium fuel survived the artillery fire.

But this is no longer important. He proudly stood on the high ground, dragged the flamethrower with great effort and fired fiercely at the enemy. The high temperature flames directly burned to death those enemies who came too close.

Feeling that the flamethrower might not be able to sustain its output, he threw the fuel-depleted flamethrower away from his position. With a shock wave of self-destruction, he fell heavily into the hot gravel.

Calvin's mind was in a complete chaos in the haze. He was lucky. The overheated flamethrower would have exploded into pieces along with the user in just one second, but now it was just some insignificant burns.

He tried desperately to open his eyes, trying to look at the sky of his hometown. Hundreds of dazzling meteors were falling, tearing apart the darkness and thick fog.

"Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements from the Empire are coming!"

In a trance, Calvin heard the shouts of his comrades.

"The Blood Angels are coming!"

Chapter 454: An Angel Descends to My Side (Please Subscribe)

No one could ignore the grand scene of the Blood Angels' airborne landing, and the charging rebels immediately noticed the enemies coming from outside the sky.

The commander of the Death Guard and the general of the Desolation March auxiliary army immediately turned their guns around.

The warriors of the Fourteenth Legion are good at protracted sieges and positional warfare. The sons of Mortarion have indeed inherited the tenacity of their genetic father. If it comes to fierce fighting and endurance, I am afraid that no enemy in the entire empire can match them.

But at the same time, the XIV Legion was too focused on infantry combat, and the vast majority of the Astartes were heavily equipped heavy infantry. Even the mortal auxiliary forces used to make up for the weaknesses of the Death Guard Legion were all of the same style.

Their original intention was to delay the battle and use viruses and plagues to invisibly defeat the enemy, thereby reducing their own casualties.

Under the leadership of Mortarion, the 14th Legion, consisting of approximately 150,000 Astartes, were deployed to the battlefields of various galaxies. Their manpower was so scarce that if the casualties could be reduced, more troops would be able to join the attack on Terra.

"The Blood Angels are coming, activate anti-aircraft fire!"

"Knock them down!"

The Death Guard's commander, Zadar Crosius, immediately issued his orders, and his seven tactical units sprang into action, manipulating the few remaining anti-aircraft artillery and precision-guided missiles in their ranks to launch a counterattack against the airborne Blood Angels.

Suddenly, dazzling metallic jets began to dance in the sky, and all kinds of energy beams were aimed at the Blood Angels' drop pods, unscrupulously pouring out firepower.

If it were an ordinary enemy, they would probably have a headache facing the Death Guard's air defense measures, but for the Blood Angels who are experts in orbital airborne assaults, this anti-aircraft firepower is nothing.

If even the Death Guard can intercept the Blood Angels, then what else does the Ninth Legion have to prove its strengths?

Radon had already anticipated the enemy's possible counterattack and had prepared countermeasures.

The technical sergeant of the legion immediately activated the defense system in the airborne capsule, and suddenly countless air-to-air missiles were fired out, accurately detonating the enemy's missile weapons.

The shattered fragments turned into explosion clouds in the sky, and the scattered metal shrapnel could cover an entire area. No live ammunition weapon could break through such a defense.

At the same time, the power system of the airdrop chamber also started up. These huge platinum creations would not just stupidly descend along their original trajectory. Their huge power could even allow them to glide long distances like airships.

The Blood Angels evaded the anti-aircraft artillery from the surface with great skill, shuttling through death as if they were playing.

"Compared to the firepower of the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists, the Death Guard is far inferior."

Radolon commented that on the display screen in front of him, none of the hundreds of airdrop pods had any problems. The Sons of Angels were really as good at flying as their father, dodging the air-to-air cannon with an exaggerated arc and speed.

The surface of the drop chamber was burned red by the intense friction of the atmosphere. These industrial products produced in the Mustafar forge world had extremely high reliability. Radoron had never seen them malfunction or have the machine soul be unhappy.

"Praise to Sage Roshi. He is responsible for all our warships, drop bays, weapons and equipment. Life like this is so great!"

"Let us kill these plague pigs of Mortarion and liberate this world!"

Radolon said to his guards in the drop pod, and the atmosphere was suddenly filled with joy.

The commander was trying to calm the other soldiers. Radon knew the importance of these details to the war.

It took only a few minutes to get from the atmosphere to the surface of the planet, and after the initial waste, the Death Guard's firepower immediately began to become sparse.

They were running out of ammunition, and no one expected the sudden arrival of the Blood Angels to disrupt the situation.

Zadar Krosius was not the company commander of the Death Guard. On the contrary, he was actually a pharmacist. However, due to the great purge within the legion and the losses caused by years of war, there was a serious gap in the command level within the legion.

But as his level increased, Croesus showed his excellent command ability. Compared with using power saws to heal his battle brothers or recover gene seeds, he might be better at war command.

"I saw at least a hundred orbital drop pods, and those Blood Angels numbered at least a thousand."

"Return to our position and maintain heavy suppressive fire."

Crosius was a rational man. Seeing the Blood Angels in this state, he realized that he had to gain as much advantage as possible before fighting the enemy.

He had seven tactical units under his command, with approximately 700 men at his disposal, but these forces were not enough to create a sufficient advantage.

"These Blood Angels must have been equipped with new equipment. If it were the past, we would have been defeated here - but the Warmaster has also strengthened our combat power."

As soon as Horus's demon-possessed weapon was successfully tested, it was immediately replaced and iterated on a comprehensive basis.

The Warmaster was not stingy with the Death Guard, an important legion, and almost completed the outfitting with his Sons of Horus.

In Horus' eyes, Mortarion's Death Guard and Perturabo's Iron Warriors are the backbone of the force to accomplish great things. Compared to various other unreliable guys, these two brothers can undoubtedly be called reliable.

The Death Guard slowly withdrew under the cover of the Desolate March Auxiliary Forces. They left behind the plague zombies and mind-controlled slaves and began to shrink their defense forces.

The Blood Angels' drop pod finally crashed to the ground. The huge shock wave blew away the corpses on the ground. The moment it landed, the promethium flamethrower on the surface of the drop pod had already begun to purify and disinfect the landing point.

Then the hatch of the drop chamber suddenly popped open, and the adamantine hooks nailed firmly to the ground, providing a stable walking path for the Blood Angels.

The Mechanicus's enhanced servitors are loaded with heavy bolters. These creatures, transformed into hideous and twisted forms by the strengthening potion, are able to carry large amounts of ammunition. Not only can they use the weapons they carry to clear a safe landing environment for the Space Marines, they can also replenish their ammunition.

"For the Emperor and Sanguinius!"

Radon took the lead, and the jet pack behind him generated powerful energy, bringing him directly to the sky.

Against the backdrop of the jetpack's wake, the Blood Angels in their bright red armor truly looked like the legendary angels who had descended to earth.

With the arrival of the Blood Angels, the Imperial Militia and Solar Auxiliary Forces who were struggling to hold on in their positions immediately began to cheer.

It has been too long, they have waited too long, hunger and disease are almost dragging everyone into the abyss. At this critical moment, the Emperor's angels finally came here.

The mortal general immediately seized the opportunity, ordering his troops to deploy armored vehicles, follow the movements of the Blood Angels, and surround the retreating Death Guard from different directions.