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A blinding spear of light pierced straight through the misty miasma and clouds, illuminating this world enslaved by the Death Guard.

An invisible shock wave spread out, and those tiny Nurglings were blown directly into the air, and then blasted into pieces by the intense light radiation and shock wave.

The Great Unclean One roared and fought against the spear of light. It was not easy for it to appear in the real universe. If this place had not been shaped into a suitable ritual venue by the Death Guard and Nurglings, it would not be able to appear at all.

Chaos Daemons can only descend in places where the energy of the subspace is extremely dense. The Veil's resistance to them is extremely strong. The appearance of these beings means that the laws of physics have been severely distorted.

It attempted to use the plague bell in its right hand to create a psychic barrier to block the spear of light, but under the pressure of the Queen of Glory, the psychic barrier of the Great Unclean One only lasted for a few breaths before it was punctured.

Many flies and poisonous insects containing the power of Nurgle were turned to ashes in the collision, and the arriving Thunderhawk gunboat also fired fiercely, with the suspended three-barrel spiral laser cannon outputing fierce firepower.

The melta cannons and fusion missiles also took the opportunity to create destruction. Amid the continuous terrorist explosions, the roar of the Great Unclean One was finally completely suppressed by the power of human technology.

It came quickly and left even faster, and was completely suppressed by the unsportsmanlike Blood Angels.

Everything disappeared. Even the powerful Great Unclean Ones perished in the face of battleship-level firepower. All that was left in front of Radon and his battle brothers was crystallized molten glass and charred soil with scorching heat.

The Blood Angels did not stay for too long. They boarded the Thunderhawk gunship. Then the bombers from the battleship would carry out carpet bombing to destroy all traces of Chaos pollution.

"We have failed our father's expectations." The company commander's deputy, Kano, said in a low voice. He took off his tactical helmet, revealing a tired and frustrated handsome face.

"The development of things is beyond our expectations, brother." Radon patted Kano's shoulder. "If it were just a few Death Guard traitors, then this planet would indeed have a chance to be saved. But even the Great Unclean Ones have appeared on the battlefield, so there is no chance anymore."

"Father's order is for us to save as many humans as possible within our capabilities, so we will abandon orbital bombing and use orbital airborne attacks to decapitate the enemy in order to save the mortals on this planet."

"We are human beings too. Even if my father was here, he would make the same decision."

After confirming that all the Blood Angels had evacuated, Radon ordered the fleet to launch intensive bombing. Numerous Thunder Eagle gunboats and bombers also created a long isolation zone in the marginal areas.

The atmospheric circulation was completely broken up by the fleet's fire bombardment, and the sky seemed to have cracked open. The yellow mist swirled and rolled among the dry plants, and then was purified in the light spears of hundreds of millions of degrees.

The thick fog of the Warp seemed to form a screaming face. The environment that supported it was being destroyed. The power of the Warp was receding like the tide, returning this place to the rules of matter.

"What about the Death Guards? Were they also destroyed?" a Blood Angel asked.

The think tank Kano closed his eyes and made a prophecy with his psychic eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he had already received some vague predictions.

"No." Kano said regretfully, "They took refuge in the Warp, and before they were completely evaporated by the Light Spear, the evil spirits in the Warp took them away."

"Except for the Death Guards who were killed by us directly on the battlefield, the other traitors will reappear on other battlefields."

Radoron felt a little regretful when he heard this, but at least they knew that the traitors were also madly strengthening their strength. They used the evil sorcery of the subspace to create their own special equipment and weapons.

Although it seemed that the loyalists had won this encounter, the traitors were repelled, and the demons were exiled, in fact the planet had been completely corrupted and was no longer suitable for living.

More importantly, after this battle, the traitors have proven that demon-possessed weapons can be effective against the loyalists. They will certainly be more fanatical in creating these blasphemous objects and deploying them on the battlefield.

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Chapter 459 This is our home (Please subscribe)

With the battlefield as the center, the Red Tear and other warships carried out a devastating orbital bombardment.

The rotten muddy land, the destroyed rusty ruins, all the imperial resistance lines and the enemy's siege weapons were all reduced to ashes under the spears of light.

Traitors and loyalists who have fought in the wasteland for years are destroyed together. Radolon must eliminate as many traces of pollution as possible caused by the appearance of the Great Unclean One in the real universe.

An area with a radius of hundreds of kilometers was razed to the ground, and the planet Minoris Garmon 147 was left with an extremely ugly huge scar. Perhaps this scar will still exist even ten thousand years later.

Having temporarily ended the war, Radolon met with the planet's only remaining supreme commander, a middle-aged general named Thorndike Roy.

The noble Son of Angel took off his helmet and met General Thorndike in his true form.

Few people pay attention to one point, that is, the transformed people who have been implanted with the gene seeds of the Blood Angels, whether they are ordinary people with poor genetic conditions or mutants with congenital deformities, will be transformed into elegant and handsome, strong and extraordinary Space Marines after nineteen operations are completed.

However, handsomeness or not means nothing to Space Marines. They devote everything to war and loyalty, and abandon those vulgar and boring desires.

"Thank you for your support to Minoris, sir." Although he said thank you, General Thorndike's face was not soft at all, but as cold as a stone.

It was true that the Blood Angels had sent reinforcements, but they had also bombed their own planet, and the area within hundreds of kilometers centered on the battlefield had completely turned into a crystalline white land. The light of stars could even gather there, refracting a second sun in the atmosphere.

They also understood that the Blood Angels' actions were the best solution, but emotionally they could not accept it.

This is their home.

The meticulous Radon could sense the complicated emotions in the heart of the mortal general in front of him.

This decorated Captain of the First Company of the Blood Angels had seen action throughout the Great Crusade, and the dangers of battle had left only a few scars on his face and a few streaks of silver in his wiry hair.

Radon will not reveal any of his emotional fluctuations, and any emotional changes will be perfectly hidden like the flesh under the power armor.

"General Thorndike, I must inform you that the enemies in Minoris have been completely wiped out. The traitors of the Death Guard have fled after suffering heavy casualties, and the enemies in the Warp have also been wiped out by our orbital bombardment."

"But this planet has been thoroughly polluted, whether it's the virus bombs and chemical weapons left by the Death Guard, or the hidden dangers left by the subspace creatures. You should leave this world."

The company commander's words contained a lot of information, and the general's face instantly turned ugly.

"You want us to evacuate? Sir, is this what the Empire wants?"

Radon nodded calmly. As the commander entrusted by Sanguinius with full authority, his will was the will of the empire.

"Minoris Garmon 147 is no longer of defensive value, but the population here is still the Emperor's currency. You should not wait to die here."

"I can't guarantee whether the enemy will attack again in the future, but there will probably be no reinforcements. We are the last reinforcements."

Although the Blood Angels did not say it clearly, his meaning was very clear. In the Empire's plan, the Beta Garmon Cluster was not a place that could not be abandoned. In fact, the purpose of the three legions coming here was to bleed the enemy in advance.

It would be best to consume the enemy's manpower and Titan machines on Betagarmon to prevent these dangerous weapons of war from unleashing their destructive power on Terra.

"Our fleet can take all of you away from this planet and head to Terra or other still safe worlds." Radon tried to speak as slowly as possible and earnestly persuaded the mortal general in front of him.

The general's face became increasingly worse, and even the guards beside him glared at the Emperor's angel. They felt extremely aggrieved.

It’s been six years. Does the Empire know how they have been spending these six years?

Their remote agricultural world, far from the main shipping routes, had to be transformed into a quagmire of war. Their fathers, brothers and sons were forced to change from farmers to militiamen, carrying crude laser guns and following the Solar Auxiliary Army to block the rebels.

In order to support this war, a large number of civilians starved to death in order to save food rations, and many good children died of disease in harsh environments due to the lack of necessary medical supplies and medical staff.

And now, the Empire asked them to give up their own world, so what was the point of their persistence for six years?

"If you must ask that..." Radolon seemed to see through the general's thoughts.

“In fact, the sacrifices of most people are meaningless, but it is precisely these countless meaningless sacrifices that come together to form the greatest significance.”

"The hymn of humanity is a hymn of courage, and it is sacrifice that builds the empire. Countless people use their blood and bones as lubricant, just to enable the empire's huge war machine to last even one more second."

The Son of Angel said with his head held high, a powerful aura emanating from him, the spirit that only one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade could possess.

When he commanded the Ninth Legion and welcomed back Sanguinius, the ancestors of these mortals in front of him were not yet born.

"Everyone is sacrificing, not just you. You are not the first, nor the last."

Radoron's spirits sank. In the war with the Death Guard, he had lost more than a dozen Blood Angels. Due to the influence of the Warp plague and toxins, they were unable to even recover the gene-seed of their battle-brothers.

Although the gene-seed of the Blood Angels is compatible with both meat and vegetables, and even mutants with complex genetic composition can be transformed into Astartes, due to the traditional culture of the 9th Legion, every Blood Angel needs to go through a complete trial before joining the Legion.

Every Blood Angel is precious, and Raldoron mourns the loss of every battle-brother. The enemy is finding ways to target their equipment, and this is only the beginning, and definitely not the end.

The general was silent for three minutes, and Radolon stood in front of him, keeping him silent during this period.

Considering the reaction speed of Astartes, these three minutes were an infinitely long time, but this noble son of angels just silently accompanied the mortal, waiting for him to make the final decision.

If it were the Space Wolves of Leman Russ, they would have executed this disobedient general and forcibly taken away the Emperor's smallest denomination currency.

There are still more than a billion mortals on this planet. If they are allowed to stay here, they may fall into the hands of the enemy and become sacrifices for their evil rituals or the source of mind-controlled slaves.

Radolon followed the teachings of Saint Gilles. It was the Archangel who forbade the Legion from the bad habit of sucking blood and eating corpses. He encouraged everyone to sublimate their primitive hunger into passion for artistic creation and skill learning, and taught them to restrain the beast in their hearts with aristocratic etiquette and noble sentiments.

When the time came, the general still hadn't made a choice.

Radolon sighed and was about to speak, but General Thorndike interrupted him from saying the next word.

The silent general gave Sanguinius the Imperial Eagle salute and spoke.

"Sir, we are unwilling to give up the world we have fought for in the past six years. We are unwilling to leave our hometown. Our fathers and our fathers' fathers were born here and died here. Even if staying here means death, it is our choice."

It is indeed so, Radolon thought to himself.

He did not try to persuade or punish these brave and strong mortals. He simply ordered his fleet to leave, as there were other worlds that needed the help of the Blood Angels.

"Wait, sir." Thorndike stopped Radolon who wanted to leave. The Son of Angel saw a rare hesitation on the general's face.

"Take the children of Minoris with you. Their future should not be buried here. You are right. Humans are the Emperor's currency. Our currency has been finalized, but there may be large-denomination currency among the children."

Radolon was stunned for a moment, then returned the Sky Eagle salute.

Children under the age of fourteen on the planet Minoris were sent to the cabin of the Red Tear. From today on, they will leave their homeland and head to a foreign land.

"Designate this place as a death world, Kano, and see them off." Radon ordered the information of Minoris Garmon 147 to be erased from the map, and then led the fleet on the next journey.

Chapter 460 Because He is Horus (Please subscribe)

On the bridge deck of the Red Tear, Radolon was listening to the communication from the astropath. Sanguinius and his sons were scattered in a relatively close area of ​​the universe, and while they were acting separately, they did not affect the overall coordination.

"Tell those mortal officials to take good care of these Minoris orphans. They are the future of this planet and they carry the hope of all Minoris people."

"Let them choose their future paths according to their talents and abilities. If they are willing to fight for the empire, then they can enter Zhongsi Academy for education. If not, let them choose their own future."

There were tens of millions of children from Minoris. If their fleet did not carry enough transport ships, they might not be able to take them all away at once.

"Your kindness is admirable, sir." The mortal officer on the Red Tear who was responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the warship exclaimed sincerely.

The relationship between the Blood Angels and mortals is quite good. Some mortals with special attainments in art can even gain the admiration and learning of the Sons of Angels. This comes from the virtues of humility and learning that Sanguinius often taught them.

"By the way, if there are any of them with outstanding qualifications, we can try to make them the reserve of the Blood Angels Legion. If they can pass our trial assessment, perhaps the Primarch will agree to absorb them into the Legion."

Radon said that according to convention, the Astartes Legion would generally have the right to recruit soldiers on its home planet or in a very few other places.

For example, the Imperial Fists can recruit soldiers on their home planet Invid, but because the Seventh Legion has the honor of being stationed on Terra, they are also allowed to recruit suitable soldiers on the throne world of mankind.

There is no doubt that Terra, the home planet of humanity, is the place where the population density and quality best meet the requirements of the Astartes Legion. The earliest batch of Astartes warriors in each legion are often of Terran descent.

Radolon was deeply touched by the fighting spirit of the Minoris, which reminded him of his hometown of Bar, where people were also fighting in the same way.

"The empire is now in turmoil, and we also need more sources of manpower to expand the size of the legion."

"For example, the Imperial Fists recruited soldiers from Cthonia, the home planet of the Sons of Horus, and used the Cthunian Imperial Fists to fight the Cthunian Sons of Horus. They even reduced the salivary venom glands and Suan meninges to shorten the transformation time."

Due to his experience in the Five Hundred Worlds, Radon had witnessed how the cousins ​​of the Extreme Warriors accepted everyone and taught without distinction.