Warhammer 40k Origins Stellaris Civilization Simulator

Then they attacked us while fighting the Flesh Warships. The Federation's plasma weapons and electromagnetic coil guns could not penetrate the psychic shields of their ships, which seemed to absorb all attacks. However, the Colonial Fleet could still use saturation strikes to temporarily overload the opponent's systems and destroy the enemy.

The space torpedoes and other weapons of the local forces are quite powerful for us, but the number of warships themselves is at a disadvantage.

The real danger lies in the contaminated ships, which attack the Federation forces while fighting their uncontaminated counterparts.

They chanted "For the Emperor" or the name of a religious idol from their mythology while firing cannonballs made from the bones of their own kind. It was a spectacle full of black humor.

27. A Gundam rushed out of the cave

A year after leaving the Warp Channel, Lieutenant Ayres Carlton of the Astra Militarum took out his treasured data pad in a crude trench on the planet Organic Codex and recorded his experiences of the day.

"Perhaps the day is numbered before we return to the God-Emperor of Humanity. Even though we are surrounded by heretics and aliens on this abandoned hive planet that once belonged to humanity, as long as faith remains in our hearts, we will no longer be afraid... (low Gothic curse), who am I kidding? Who wouldn't be afraid in this situation?!"

As a soldier from a normal industrial planet who knew more than his colleagues from feudal worlds and death worlds, he still remembered how everything happened.

Their forces had originally responded to the request of the Far Eastern Governors to attack an alien empire, a strange force called "Peach". They had deceived a large number of imperial worlds into declaring independence and breaking away from the rule of the empire.

However, the expedition ran into trouble before it even reached the battlefield. While traveling through the warp, some of the warships were suddenly corroded by dark forces, and all the crew members on board turned into monsters that grinded their teeth and sucked blood within a few hours!

When he led his team to stop those creatures from boarding other warships and spreading corruption, he saw their horrible appearance with his own eyes: these fallen ones had deformed bodies and swollen bodies, their faces had become like beasts, their bones were deformed and protruded from the skin, they gnawed on the remains of the dead, and used removed leg bones as weapons.

These monsters did not care about their crimes and shouted "For the Emperor", saying that normal Astra Militarum soldiers "had been bewitched by the rebels" and demanded that the Astra Militarum soldiers immediately lay down their weapons and "return to the loyal faith of the Empire", otherwise they would use the leg bone "chainsword".

"I personally witnessed a normally apathetic Angel of Death curse loudly, saying that the abominable heretics' words and deeds tarnished the honor of the Empire. To be honest, when I saw those monsters' actions, I even found them a bit absurd and funny. May the Emperor forgive me."

Lieutenant Carlton was a very brave soldier with a rich heart. He used a machine gun to kill more than a dozen zombies, and then used a pistol to kill his comrades who had gone crazy because they could not bear the enemy's "persuasion to surrender". But his test had just begun.

"We rested for a while before being urgently summoned by the navy. Those arrogant navy guys are now in a state of humiliation. They said they need our help. This might result in everyone being shot for violating imperial law, but it's better than being buried by aliens right now, so we went to move the ammunition for the macro cannons and torpedoes."

While commanding his team to violate the Imperial principle of separation of the army and navy and act as a naval officer, Carlton took the opportunity to glance at a sensor, and he saw the specific reason why the navy was so nervous.

He would be nervous as hell too, because dense red dots appeared in the distance, and the detailed image generation showed that they were all ships, but they were not Imperial ships.

That was a few months ago, when they defeated a large but very weak fleet of mixed alien and rebel forces.

This time they came back with murderous intent, with no trace of their cowardice in retreating after a single blow. The battle of revenge of the alien forces had begun.

Although their ships were small, they were numerous, numbering over a hundred. Furthermore, while the aliens' weaponry was outdated, it wasn't a generation behind the Imperial fleet. Their void shields couldn't fully absorb the enemy's saturation firepower, putting the Imperial Navy in a difficult position.

At this moment, every son and daughter of the Empire was thinking about the scriptures of the state religion, hoping that the grace of the Emperor of Mankind would allow the Imperial Fleet to finally gain the upper hand in the tug-of-war.

Unfortunately, when the huge shadow appeared on the divination instrument, everyone realized that the old God Emperor had poor hearing.

The Navigator family operating the divination system screamed: "It is coming! It says it is the Ultra Beast, its image is powerful, unstoppable, but harmonious. Obey it, and we can gain..." Before he could finish his words, he was given loyalty by the Space Marines to prevent the corrupt words from spreading too far.

The thing called the super monster lived up to its name. The creature was larger than two cruisers combined, and its shadow obscured the sky.

He possesses four arms and a pair of huge wings, and his body is decorated with artificial mechanical structures, indicating that he is not a product of bizarre nature, but a weapon of a terrifying enemy.

It soared silently through the universe, its massive form moving with incredible lightness, and then easily tore through the fleets of both Chaos rebels and loyal warriors.

As its body glowed due to the gathering of energy, a crimson beam of light condensed from the mouth of the super beast. The Interstellar Alliance once gave this ability a very beautiful name: Breath of Crimson Lotus. Unfortunately, the Empire and the Fallen were in no mood to think about the poetry in it at the moment.

The fallen ghouls' flagship didn't even stand a chance to resist. Its void shields instantly overloaded, and the entire ship was engulfed by a breath larger than its own size, turning it into ash and debris in the universe.

"For the Emperor's sake." Even the most resolute naval captain would waver for a moment, but they would quickly regain their composure. "All Army personnel and Angels of Death, you must immediately gather at the landing system and be ready to land at any time. If the worst comes to the worst, you can retreat to the lost planet and organize the next stage of resistance."

His orders may be prejudicial, but everyone, including the Angel of Death, will obey, because staying in this space and becoming a target for this creature is a dead end.

Lieutenant Carlton's last memory of the space voyage was the Navy personnel asking them to board the landing capsule immediately and praying for a safe landing.

Afterwards, he could no longer understand what was happening outside. He could only feel the huge impact, the sound of the landing capsule deforming under the heavy load, and the dizziness caused by the rapidly changing gravity.

Fortunately, the machine spirit of the cruiser's landing capsule was very resilient. When Lieutenant Carlton climbed out of the deformed valve, he saw that he and his team had landed safely on a planet full of city ruins, the only area in the galaxy that could support life.

However, the development of the situation did not give the Astra Militarum time to feel the joy of surviving the disaster, because everyone saw a continent falling from the sky.

It was the massive figure of the alien empire's super monster, which had sent both loyal and disloyal fleets to the heavens and now came to pursue the remaining survivors. Landing craft, guarded by the monster, descended from the sky, carrying the wrath of that strange alien empire.

Lieutenant Carlton now felt that perhaps he had not lost his way, and that they were indeed at the gate of the Peach Empire. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain where such an astonishingly large alien force came from.

But when will the other Damocles expeditionary forces organized at the beginning come to support?

28. Galaxy War Federation Strikes Back

Back to a few months ago, from the perspective of the Interstellar Alliance, the occurrence of this war was also unexpected.

After comprehensively reviewing the information related to the conflict in the Organic Codex, the Federation's administrative team believed that there was a new enemy that needed to be taken seriously.

They seemed to belong to the original civilization of the human species, that is, the "angels" who had descended on their home planet in the myths and legends of the Helka people.

With its idealistic language habits, advanced psychic technology, and extremely superstitious artistic style, it really seems like it would claim to be an angel.

Unfortunately, the angels are now in an ugly state. Those flesh and blood ships and mutant monsters that can spread harmful subspace influences are obviously mutations of these humans after being infected by bad psychic energy.

Such deep-level pollution clearly proves that not only have they failed to establish a peacemaking mechanism or activate a similar psychic pollution defense system, but they are also abusing psychic technology.

However, these aliens are a very reliable source of information for our goal of understanding the current universe. Because if the myths of the Federation's human citizens are not too distorted, this "Human Empire" is an ancient civilization that has existed for over ten thousand years, although their words and deeds do not seem to indicate that they are old and virtuous.

The Helka Alliance decided to launch a large-scale military operation, with the primary goal of completely cleaning up the contamination of subspace mutants to prevent it from spreading further.

Then, we must force the uncontaminated humans to surrender to us and defend the Alliance's legitimate territory. Since they refuse peaceful communication, we are not some pushover who will turn the other cheek after being slapped on the left. Normal communication will only occur after the enemy has been disarmed.

With the declaration of the war order, the military production capacity of the Interstellar Alliance began to operate at full capacity.

Multi-dock chain assembly, optimized to an assembly speed of only 11 days, and the practical application of asteroid ships have increased our fleet production and holdings several times compared to before.

At the same time, the federal center also issued a call to each colony, requiring the colonial fleet to allocate at least half of its capacity of ships to join the expeditionary force.

Finally, our propaganda machine was fully mobilized, calling on citizens to join the army enthusiastically, and in a very short time we expanded the army by fifty legions.

In addition, there is the real trump card, which is the military application of the ascension technology of the Living Star Evolution series.

The super beast has received external equipment implanted by the Federation. This Leviathan creature, which is born with the ability to use psychic organs to survive and navigate in the universe, will serve as the ultimate force of our fleet, but the combat capabilities of the Star Soul are more than that.

The Archons asked psychics and genetic engineers to further coordinate the Star Soul so that it could create new life born for war, and this wish will soon be fulfilled.

The Star Soul is like the psychic genetic map of this planet. By adjusting it, we can skip the long stages of spiritual and genetic evolution and instantly create a super-combat beast population.

This action was quickly realized. In the specially preserved natural park, hundreds of millions of years of evolution were completed in a few days, and a powerful war psychic beast was created by us.

These creatures were named drakes, and genetic studies showed that they were uniquely related to dragons, although dragons were not native to Helka's evolutionary lineage at all.

These monsters, the children of Drax and the Planet, are the ultimate predators powerful enough to threaten space-age armies. The psychic nerves within the drakes imbue these creatures with deadly physical prowess, numerous supernatural abilities, and a high degree of willpower and intelligence.

But they are also good people. The smartest pets tamed from wild beasts are not as smart as them, and the most loyal livestock are not as docile as them. The evolution of these creatures is to serve the Interstellar Alliance.

Every private soldier must have his own dragon beast companion, which is a good slogan for joining the army.

The total military might we now prepared would be sufficient to destroy the enemies of the Interstellar Alliance, and that was indeed what happened.

.........

When the expeditionary fleet of the Interstellar Alliance once again emerged in the gravitational field of the Organic Holographic System, our enemies were still engaged in that extremely meaningless tug-of-war.

Their psychic shields, far more effective than their offensive equipment, turned space combat into a boring test of patience.

Only by continuously saturating the other side's ships can both sides create a brief period of shield overload.

However, during this period, the firepower that the ships could project was not enough to completely penetrate the enemy's structural resistance and destroy it completely. As a result, the battle between the two sides made no progress.

In the end, they actually hoped to launch boarding equipment and let the special forces seize the enemy ships to win.

Their offensive performance is too undeveloped, it's time for the Interstellar Alliance to take the stage.

The Federation's space fleet first held both enemies hostage to prevent them from making an emergency jump, and then the slower super beasts launched the final attack.

The invaders' vaunted psychic shields and structural resistance were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the Red Lotus Breath, which had an output power more than 600 times that of a standard frigate's weapon.

According to the previously designated war criminal treatment requirements, all targets suspected of psychic infection were to be immediately annihilated unless they voluntarily surrendered. Therefore, those unsightly warships spewing flesh and blood, and the bloodthirsty mutant monsters aboard, were quickly reduced to ash in the universe, leaving the entire world clear.

The Federation's attitude towards alien humans, who are still normal intelligent creatures despite being possessed by demons, is much more gentle.

When attacking these ships, the Ultra Beast reduced the power of its Crimson Breath, causing the psychic shields of the human warships to overload. It then used the thorn missiles generated by the plant symbionts on its body to attack the physical structure of the ships, and repeatedly communicated through psychic energy and sensors, demanding that the resistance lay down their weapons and surrender.

Unfortunately, the federal government's surrender operation was not very smooth. The propaganda slogans of treating prisoners well and resolving the issue peacefully were always met with extremely discriminatory scolding and insults, as well as idealistic prayers, which was really annoying.

In the end, we decided not to waste any more time. The frigates that refused to obey were destroyed by the Crimson Breath, and the two battleships were dismantled by the super beasts by force, removing their psychic shields, engine modules and various weapons, turning them into space cells waiting to be towed by federal ships.

The next task was to hunt down the escaped fish. Some enemy forces who escaped in shuttles tried to land on the main planet of Organic Codex, and they actually succeeded.

Unfortunately, their remaining strength was not enough to do anything. Under the escort of the super beasts, sixty army corps of the Interstellar Alliance descended from the sky, ready to search the mountains and seas and completely put an end to the resistance of these fanatics.

Then we have to ask them, is throwing torpedoes the best etiquette you can show to the hosts of the place you intrude?

29. Monster Hunter

The Federation's army launched a full-scale attack on non-Federal units throughout the Organic Codex. They had an absolute advantage in both numbers and combat power.

The Imperial Astra Militarum quickly assembled, leveraging the complex terrain of the planet to establish a solid defensive position, attempting to stall the Interstellar Federation's offensive. Meanwhile, the Astartes Companies served as defenders and raiding teams in key locations, leveraging their superior individual combat capabilities to pose a significant threat to the Draconids and the Federation Army.

The ordinary soldiers who called themselves the Astra Militarum were not a big threat. They might have a strong will to fight, but with a numerical disadvantage, loss of air superiority, and no generational difference in armaments, they could only retreat under the bombardment of the Federation's advanced plasma weapons and electromagnetic cannons.

As for those genetic warriors who use high mobility and abundant individual combat power to carry out squad tactics, the combat dragon beasts will deal with them.

.........

The Organic Encyclopedia, the former heart of the Cyborg Empire, now shrouded in smoke, fire and steel intertwined in a symphony of death. Countless Imperial soldiers fell under the powerful firepower of the Alien Federation, with only a handful able to stubbornly hold their own.

Somewhere on this battlefield, a Space Marine clad in crimson power armor faced a perilous battle alone. His name was Rasor, and he belonged to a company called the Red Hunters. His mission was to infiltrate the rear of the Federation's forces and attempt to breach their command center, but now, he was isolated deep within enemy territory.

The Federation's mechanized forces formed up in the distance, their dense hail of plasma bullets obscuring the sky, but before him lay another threat: a velociraptor the size of a chariot roaring towards him. He had been locked in a battle with this creature for a long time, unable to shake it off. Now, it was the final round of their duel.

Rasor adjusted his stance, planting his legs firmly into the charred earth. The chainsword in his hand emitted a low roar, and the jetpack on his back was ready to activate at any moment. He stared at the velociraptor, its eyes burning with bloodlust fixed on him.

Velociraptors are a subspecies of dragon beasts specialized in surprise and tracking abilities. They can't breathe, but possess devastating speed and sharp claws, earning them the nickname "Tragedy Claw Dragons." The dragon beast suddenly leaped up, charging at Rathor with a powerful gust of wind, its sharp claws tearing through the air.

Lasor retreated calmly, sliding to avoid the fatal attack. He swung the chainsaw sword in his hand suddenly, accurately slashing the raptor's flank, splashing a pool of hot blood.

The attack seemed to have hit the target, but the dragon beast did not react like a normal beast by retreating due to injury. Instead, it let out a deafening roar and swept its tail across like a steel whip.

Rasor quickly raised his left arm's energy shield to block the impact, but the immense force sent his entire body sliding back a meter. He gritted his teeth, quickly adjusted his center of gravity, and then leaped up, his chainsaw sword slashing at the dragon beast's head like thunder.

However, the dragon beast reacted faster than he expected. Its head snapped back, and its sharp teeth snapped onto his blade with lightning speed, clamping the chainsaw in its jaws. Rasor felt the sword tremble in his hand, the chainsaw gears seized by the immense force. He quickly released his grip, discarding the weapon.

"It would be a blasphemy to use it against a beast like you," Rasor muttered, drawing his plasma pistol. Before the drake could lunge again, he had already fired several times, sending a burst of blue plasma piercing the drake's face, the blast singeing one of its eyes.

But this move had no effect. The dragon beast had the ability of vibration perception, and its combined senses were completely unaffected by vision. It used its sharp claws to pierce the Space Marine's always trustworthy shoulder armor, causing the opponent to feel a little surprised.

Unfortunately, the attack failed to truly injure the Space Marine; the shoulder armor was too thick. Seizing the opportunity, Rathor circled behind it, drew his spare glaive, and plunged his full force into its neck. Blood gushed out, splattering his power armor even more crimson.

The dragon beast roared and tried to break free, but Lasor gripped the hilt with both hands and pressed his knee hard into its back, stabbing the blade deeper and then pulling back to widen the wound. Previous experience told him that unless the injury was severe enough, these creatures could always recover.

At the end of this fatal struggle, the battered beast uttered a deep roar and fell to the ground. Rasor, breathing heavily, knelt on one knee.

However, his respite didn't last long. When he looked up, he saw more figures looming in the surrounding smoke and dust. Huge mountain dragon beasts, flaming fire dragon beasts, and even more razor-clawed velociraptors surrounded him, each one carrying a bloodthirsty killing intent.

Their numbers were despairing, and the Astartes had few weapons left. But Rasor did not complain, he was fearless, and fighting to the death was a good thing, better than those of his kind who became ghouls.

He sheathed his sword back at his waist, picked up the chainsword that the dragon beast had snatched away, and activated it, the blade emitting a sharp roar. He wiped the blood from his helmet with the back of his hand and looked up at the monsters in front of him.

"Come on!" he roared, his jetpack activating violently, launching him into the enemy horde. His sword sliced through the air, slicing the throat of the first raptor that rushed towards him. This didn't kill the creature, but it still disabled it for a while.

A fire dragon descended from the sky, clawing at his shoulder armor with its sharp claws. He dodged it with a roll, raised his hand and fired a shot, and the plasma weapon knocked the fire dragon away.

At the same time, two mountain dragons launched an attack. Their movements were enough to instantly create a small earthquake. The Space Marine adjusted the thrust of his jet pack to the maximum and barely escaped from their siege. However, while in the air, he was suddenly knocked from behind by the fire dragon that took off again, and then fell to the ground out of control like a big rock.

He was surrounded again, the enemy overwhelming, his strength draining away. Rasor knew the outcome of this battle was already sealed. But he refused to retreat. Every strike he struck was delivered with unyielding determination, and every evasion narrowly avoided certain death.

"God-Emperor, bless you!" he roared, using his last remaining strength to charge at the largest mountain dragon and plunge his chainsaw sword into its eye. The beast showed no pain, shaking its head violently, causing the Star Wars to fall to the ground from its head. Rasor's body also fell to the ground limp from the blood loss and the impact.

As the dragon beasts slowly approached, Rasol's vision began to blur. He knew there was no chance of escape. But he didn't see it as tragic. At least the long service, the repeated amnesia, was over.

He summoned his last bit of strength and activated all the grenades he had brought with him. "For the God-Emperor," he whispered, and with a deafening explosion, the entire battlefield was engulfed in a dazzling white light.

Unfortunately, this is just one of countless similar scenes. When these super warriors are surrounded by extremely ferocious dragon beasts, they will understand that it is not wise to try to infiltrate the front line of the Interstellar Alliance.

30. They actually built a prisoner-of-war camp

Military operations in the Organic Codex are progressing smoothly, and the regular army forces known as the Astra Militarum are no match for the Federation Army.

And when the Space Marines who tried to attack the Federation positions from the side as a spearhead were intercepted, repelled and destroyed by the dragon beasts who were also good at special warfare, the situation became completely clear. The humans of these alien empires were bound to be defeated.