Black Forest Strike, my light speed ship was exposed

Accompanied by Abaddon's order.

Yarrak and others led the sacrifice, preparing to use the power of the gods to enter the real universe.

"The gods bless us and lead us to the light of truth."

"In the name of the will of the gods and the eight-pointed star, I offer sacrifices here."

Yarrak said devoutly.

The air became colder and colder. In the despair and shrill screams, the bodies of those soldiers who were once loyal to the Emperor ignited brilliant flames.

But these flames did not have any temperature, but made the bridge even colder.

Strange whispers echoed.

But no one knew where these voices came from.

They were everywhere and ethereal.

The burning loyalists exuded stench and despair.

They once fought bravely to prevent Horus from tearing the galaxy and the insidious rebellion of mankind.

However, they failed and were captured by the enemy and became captives.

They persevered in the torture, just to see Horus's defeat with their own eyes.

And now they have to become sacrifices for those monsters, and become stepping stones for the enemy to set foot on Terra, the holy place in the hearts of all humans.

This is such a sad and painful thing for these loyalists.

Painful emotions and despair before death are the best food for the gods.

With such a good sacrifice, the gods no longer spare their power.

The storm in the warp became more and more violent, helping these traitors to tear apart the barriers between reality and illusion.

Looking at all this, Abaddon suppressed his desire to smash all these sacrifices and offerings into pieces.

He didn't like it.

But for Horus to win, this was helpless.

Guilliman, Sanguinius and Lion received stronger assistance, and their technology surpassed Horus in an instant.

Without the help of the gods, the failure of the rebels is undoubted.

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In order to reach Terra, hundreds of millions of humans lost their lives on Ullanor.

They were drained, and their blood filled the sacrificial pools.

Or they were thrown into the warp alive on the starships, and were devoured by countless demons.

Everything in the world is an equivalent exchange.

So much blood and souls were spent just to achieve the final victory.

Horus's flagship will reach Terra directly, and the defense of the solar system will become meaningless.

The final battle will start on the surface of Terra.

No matter how powerful the technology of the loyalists is, it will be useless. As long as the Emperor dies, Terra will become a new eye of terror.

The entire galaxy will be slowly devoured.

The fleet he commanded was just a decoy to distract the loyalists.

"All fleets."

Abaddon said, and he heard his own voice spread across the audio channel to all the ships.

"Listen to me, and the Warmaster.'s order, enter the real universe and fight. "

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The grid of stars burst into flashes, and the vacuum was torn open.

The dazzling mist and magnificent lights poured into reality with each ship.

Dozens, then hundreds, and then thousands.

The detection robot servitors on the front-line space station twitched and babbled.

The speed at which the ships increased far exceeded the speed at which language could broadcast.

A large number of rebel ships appeared on the edge of the galaxy.

Full of mortal crews who swore an oath to Horus in exchange for the honor of being the vanguard in this battle.

They believed that Horus would replace his father and become the master of the galaxy.

But the loyalists will make them pay.

Sigismund stood in the control room of the satellite-class fortress. The huge spherical display screen was centered on the satellite-class fortress, clearly marking the position of each enemy and friendly force.

The long distance. The structure of the target was erased. On the scale of space, everything was just a small dot.

Only when the small dot was clicked, the information and distance of the target would emerge.

The countless red dots of light that emerged from the illusion were trapped by the huge red halo.

This is the noose of death.

It means that these ships have been locked by the satellite-class fortress.

"Start the attack." Sigismund said.

"The order has been received. The star destroyer will be launched in the countdown of ten seconds."

"10."

"9. ”

.....

With the countdown, the entire satellite-level fortress was shaking.

On the giant double magnetic track, crackling arcs jumped continuously, shining with dazzling light.

Countless light points were condensed to form a huge ball of light.

When the countdown ended, a laser column with a thickness of hundreds of kilometers appeared.

In a few breaths, it surged to more than 500 kilometers.

This column was so bright and dazzling that it was 10 million times stronger than the sun's light.

No one dared to look directly at the light emitted by this column of light.

This launch beam can be clearly seen anywhere in the solar system.

You can imagine how strong this light is.

No one has tried to use the most powerful weapon of the Satellite-class Fortress since it came to the solar system.

Everyone only knows the horror of the Satellite-class warship from Sanguinius and the Blood Angels.

Its main gun is enough to easily crush a star.

Sigismund had already predicted this, and the power of the main gun must be very strong.

However, when it was really released, he realized how powerful this thing is.

Everything is an ant in front of it.

Whether it is a Legion soldier or a technological creation of the Mechanicus, everything is an ant.

"Oh my God!" An Imperial Fist who was responsible for guarding the Satellite-class FortressThe warrior swallowed his saliva when he saw the beam of light.

Such a powerful and terrifying force is actually controlled by humans.

This is comparable to gods.

Many loyal members of the Mechanicus were even more terrified.

The binary generator built into the body made a muttering sound.

If it weren't for the difficulty of kneeling in the mechanical body, I'm afraid these members of the Mechanicus wearing red hooded robes would have knelt down long ago.

This is the great power of machines.

Many loyalists on Terra were also taken away by this terrible power.

"With this power, no one in the entire galaxy will be its opponent."

Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, wearing yellow power armor, was shocked.

Even though Sanguinius had told him many times before about the destructive power of satellite-class fortresses.

That is absolutely comparable to gods, even surpassing gods.

Dorn was humble about this and used his greatest imagination to imagine the power of the satellite-class fortress.

However, when he saw it with his own eyes.

Dorn suddenly understood.

His imagination was too poor. Even if he thought he was humble, he still underestimated the terrible power of destruction.

The laser beam was 500 kilometers thick and was even expanding continuously.

If a targeted attack was chosen, the entire planet would be destroyed without any effort.

Seeing the satellite-class fortress launching an offensive, the hand of the Imperial Prime Minister Malcador holding the scepter trembled a little.

Even though he had experienced the dark age of technological prosperity, the power of the satellite-class fortress still deeply shocked him.

This is a terrible weapon comparable to the Iron Man Age, which can easily crush everything.

Even in the Iron Man Age, such weapons are very rare.

According to Sanguinius, the Five Hundred Worlds are still forging more satellite-level fortresses, and there is even a planetary-level fortress that can easily destroy a galaxy.

These terrible weapons will follow Guilliman, the Lord of the 13th Legion, to Terra.

Horus's failure in the real universe is inevitable.

When Guilliman arrives, it is time to ring the final bell of destruction.

Every member of the Terra Council was shocked.

It was not until this moment that they understood how much help the loyal primarchs had received.

If the mysterious man they mentioned chose to stand on the side of the traitors.

The failure of the loyalists was inevitable.

Kane, the forging master of the Mechanicus, was speechless when he saw this scene.

If his face had not been transformed into a machine, I am afraid that the mechanical servants and the Skitarii next to him would have seen the horrified expression on his face.

In front of that beam of light, the entire Mars would probably be smashed into pieces.

Compared to the shock and surprise of the loyalists, the rebels were all basically terrified and incredulous.

AbaddonHe knew that several primarchs had received terrible technological assistance, but he was not very clear about what kind of technological assistance it was.

When Sanguinius learned that Terra was still there and the Emperor was not dead, he hurriedly returned to Terra with satellite-class battleships to prevent Horus's surprise attack.

The Blood Angels fighting the rebels had better ships.

But these ships can still be destroyed, which is understandable.

But now, what the hell is that light column with a diameter of more than 500 kilometers?

This technological assistance is too terrifying.

At this moment, Abaddon felt that the blessing of the gods was nothing.

The assistance they provided was real.

The light lasted for a minute and then went out.

With just one shot, tens of thousands of rebel ships were destroyed.

This was undoubtedly a huge and heavy blow.

The wreckage of the ship and the people disappeared.

Under that terrible force, it was completely vaporized, turning into molten iron and white condensed steam.

Only the ships that were scratched by the edge left behind blazing wreckage.

The light disappeared, and the satellite-class fortress dimmed again.

A new round of cooling, maintenance and energy storage required it to take six hours before it could continue to fire the next round.

But this was terrifying enough. If it happened a few more times, the traitors would basically not have to attack Terra.

Abaddon's expression also became extremely ugly.

Alak next to him was also shocked. Even though he served the evil god, he had never seen such a fierce artillery.

"What should we do?" Alak asked in a low voice, his tone uneasy.

If the satellite-class fortress fired a few more shots, I'm afraid this rebellion would be over.

At that time, all the rebellious primarchs would be judged by the Emperor in front of the palace.

Even the demons will be brought back from the warp, no one can escape.

It is estimated that even the gods will not be able to escape by then.

"The weapons are still controlled by humans, and they cannot win on the front battlefield. They can only win in close combat. Prepare your witchcraft and send all our soldiers and warriors to the enemy's fortress. Only in this way can we win."

Abaddon said.

Now they can only use the power of the warp to directly send soldiers, otherwise they can't fight this battle.