Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

There shouldn't be any problems, right?

Casca thought to himself.

According to the previous agreement, the Philistines were nothing more than a minor, alien force.

If it's not some kind of bewitching or chaotic thing, it would be perfect for Luo Jia to use for practice.

If the Luojia faith doesn't encounter any fundamental problems, then their enthusiasm for the expedition will be even higher than that of the Shadowmoon Wolf.

After verifying that he had sufficient ability to command the expeditionary fleet, it was also the perfect time to announce that the Whisperers could form an independent army.

He has many more Primarchs to coordinate with in Kasgar and really doesn't have time to keep spending time here in Loka.

The law of faith.

"Lord Luojia, our fleet is conducting a short-range subspace warp and is heading towards the DeCora Spine system."

"it is good."

In response to the captain's report, Luo Jia's eyes seemed to be blazing with endless flames of war.

"Now, deploy reconnaissance troops to explore the enemy's planet and launch a simultaneous attack on both the void warfare and amphibious landing fronts."

"This"

The captain and the other mortal officers of the Imperial Army looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Lord Luojia, shouldn't we first defeat their space naval fleet, then occupy near-Earth orbit before launching a surprise attack on the planet's surface?"

Finally, it was the old captain who stepped forward, trembling, to offer his advice.

Yes, Luojia!

He suddenly remembered Casca's teachings and guidance.

Only by minimizing casualties among the Word Bearers in every battle can the entire legion grow larger and achieve better and faster results in expeditions.

Wake up! Speed ​​is not the most important factor in expeditions!

Therefore, Luojia ultimately chose—

"Uphold my orders!"

"All Word Bearers of Astartes, prepare to descend with me to the surface and launch an attack on the alien scum!"

"We will burn these blasphemous creations to ashes!"

The old captain's suggestion was very constructive: taking it step by step could indeed significantly reduce casualties.

However, Luo Jia rejected the proposal.

The tragedy of Irebus is still fresh in our minds.

Luo Jia still remembers the fear he felt standing in front of the Emperor, watching as Kasga discovered that his most prized disciple was actually a traitor.

He must thoroughly purge the Word Bearers!

It was precisely because he couldn't root out those scum who had infiltrated the Believers that he lost face in front of the Emperor and was regarded as a nonbeliever!

A deep-seated fear, a fear of disappointing the emperor, was gripping him.

He had to do something.

The flame of faith in Luo Jia's eyes grew ever stronger.

This might cause the Word Bearers to suffer greater losses in battle, but on the other hand, it is also the best way to eliminate those in the Legion who are not devout.

Luojia may not be able to distinguish who is truly devout and who is not.

After all, if even someone like Irebas could be an imposter, who in this world can be trusted?

It's very simple—leave it to the Emperor.

Why do some people survive in the midst of gunfire and explosions, while others die with regret?

That's because you're disloyal!

The Emperor will bless those who are loyal!

Only in this way can we select enough devout believers within the Legion!

Thinking of this, Luo Jia couldn't help but raise the burning Eribas scepter in his hand and slam it heavily against the ground of the bridge.

All in!

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Chapter 128 The Little Ghoul Searches for Its Mother

"no!"

"Luojia, what you're doing will kill the entire expeditionary fleet! Stop it now!!!"

At this moment, it seemed as if the little Casca figures were frantically shouting in Luo Jia's mind.

But Luo Jia chose not to listen.

Shut up, Casca!

I will make my own decision on how to direct Huaiyan!

"Approaching the Nephilim fleet, preparing to complete the first round of fire coverage."

"The landing craft and airdrop pods are all ready and can be deployed to the surface of the target planet at any time."

As the Void Naval War unfolded, under the leadership of the extraordinary wisdom of Luojia, a large number of Word Bearers Astartes, filled with boundless fighting spirit against the alien enemies, entered the airdrop bays and gunships.

Including Luo Jia himself, a large number of Huaiyan followers, their fighting spirit soaring, let out excited shouts.

All in!

Very rarely, under the fervent blessing of their faith, the Word Bearers were finally able to fully commit themselves to the Emperor's great expedition and appear gloriously, instead of being left behind as pitiful cowards.

"Speaking of which, isn't Lord Luojia bringing a bit too many troops to the surface?"

"Indeed. But perhaps, perhaps Lord Luojia has his own considerations."

Faced with questions from the young helmsman, the old captain tried to explain the plan to take action at Luojia, but after careful consideration, he ultimately chose to give up.

That was the Primarch's will.

They are all superhuman beings walking the earth, demigod offspring of emperors.

"The authority of the Primarch is beyond question, especially at this crucial moment when the war is about to begin."

"The followers of Huaiyan are fervently respectful of Lord Luojia's orders and must not make any mistakes."

Those who cherish words believe in the emperor.

This reverence for the emperor, to some extent, extended to the original body of the Word Bearer, Luo Jia, out of affection for the emperor.

As perfect men, the emperor and his son Luojia could not afford to make any mistakes.

Although Luo Jia's tactics were somewhat reckless, these alien creations in front of them were not beyond their ability to handle.

"If you rush up to those fanatical followers of Huaiyan now and point out the problems with the physical Luojia, it will only backfire."

"When the war ends, we can write down the key points for improvement in the battle for Commander Cassgar. That's the only thing we can do."

The old captain gave a helpless pointer.

"As for now, let's follow the Primarch's instructions."

Decora Star.

While Luo Jia and the others were landing and establishing defensive fortifications at the landing site, the Nephilim were also making their moves.

Phosphorescent patches shimmered on the tens of thousands of Nephilim, who were arranged in rows. Their bulky bodies had shapes that resembled human outlines, but their surfaces were unusually smooth, like large, human-shaped starfish.

These large creations move slowly and appear extremely clumsy.

But only those who have actually fought on the battlefield know just how slippery these aliens are in close combat.

The Nephilim were not the only ones on the battlefield.

Standing in front of these enormous aliens, the soldiers, like cannon fodder, were a densely packed army of alien minions.

That's human.

Humans wearing masks.

Or rather, before being seduced by the Nephilim, they were still human for the time being.

Those eerie, semi-transparent masks blurred their features, bringing them into a homogeneous uniformity.

According to Casca's intelligence, these masks made from alien flesh and blood allow recruits to connect with their alien slave owners through a strange link by wearing them.

As for the present state after the connection is complete, it's hard to say whether they still possess complete human thought.

The despicable aliens used technology to control their minds and imprison their souls!

The human mind!

Something that alien scum can never touch!

Now, all Luo Jia sees is the fury to completely wipe out the aliens.

As more and more airdropped cargo holds and gunboats landed, regardless of the cost, the tall and clumsy Nephilim began to move.

The number of those who landed at the landing site far exceeded the expectations of the Nephilim.

It unfolded its thick, three-fingered palm with a feigned openness, as if trying to sample the alien's mouthparts, the air trembling and emitting a sharp sound.

Why fight against us?

it asked.

He spoke in unison with countless Nephilim alien brethren behind him, and the audio waves, like a chorus, reached everyone's minds.

Their voices are high-pitched and melodious, clearly pronouncing each syllable of the word while also containing a sense of beauty.

Accompanied by an endless echo, words that sounded like a blessing reverberated in everyone's ears.

"There's no need for that. We want peace."

The somber mood permeated the crowd, as if, just as they had said, the Nephilim were beings worthy of recognition and faith.

"Shut up, you parasite!"

"Damn aliens, your pathetic words and hypocritical tricks cannot sway our will!"

"Now! Under the Emperor's supreme glory, turn to ashes!"

But all Luo Jia heard was anger.

Humble and filthy alien

They dare to steal the faith of the emperor and use their hypocritical words to bewitch those with wavering faith and make them serve them!

Luo Jia angrily brandished the [Irebas] in her hand.

He was the first to charge into the enemy's battle formation and begin his massacre.

He did not respond to the alien's words at all, nor did he believe that the other party had the right to repent for its actions.

He simply kept waving his burning scepter, reaping one alien creation after another.

Irebas: "."

Yaba.

As the "lone flag bearer," Irebas should theoretically only have a ceremonial staff.

But when Luojia dances, it's more like a giant hammer burning with endless flames.

Perhaps it was the power of faith, or perhaps it was because this guy was naturally tougher.

In short, this bizarre "relic hammer" seems to have achieved a very good killing effect.

As Luo Jia charged forward, the followers behind him, also began to act.