Black Forest Strike, my light speed ship was exposed

The entire satellite-class fortress was engulfed in flames.

Fights were raging everywhere, and Sigismund led the Imperial Fists to fight to prevent the fortress of humanity from falling into the hands of these evil men.

The greatsword in his hand cut through the Sons of Horus's bolter, and the blade detonated the bullets in the chamber.

Then, his sword slashed across the opponent's throat, beheading him.

The Sons of Horus's legionary fell backwards, and the two powerful hearts made the fallen corpse spurt hot blood like a fountain.

Sigismund strode forward, since he dared to kill any Son of Horus who dared to stand in his way.

The battle between the loyal and the traitors became more and more intense, and the fight was inseparable.

Sigismund stabbed the greatsword into the armor of another Son of Horus.

The damaged servo motors of the corpses emitted sparks, lingering on the bright red blood.

Without any pause, he stepped over the corpses and looked at the end of the metal corridor.

Everything there had been engulfed by a raging fire.

Continuous explosions came from the places covered by flames.

Dreadnoughts and heavy tanks were fighting in front of the platform several kilometers wide, while thousands of ordinary people and space warriors were fighting in a melee.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and ionized ozone.

Hundreds of Imperial soldiers were fighting against large groups of traitors and beast mutants.

The strange darkness lurked on the side, and from time to time it would devour one or two seriously injured Imperial soldiers.

Once dragged into the darkness, there was basically no way to survive, only screams and shrill cries16.

"Where is Abaddon?" Sigismund roared, venting his anger and frustration with his voice.

The screams of the Imperial soldiers kept coming from the sub-nodes controlled everywhere.

And now, he didn't see Abaddon.

The other party was moving quickly with the power of the warp, causing all kinds of terrible damage in the satellite-level fortress.

His communicator rang, but this was not the traitor's response to his challenge.

In the communication filled with static, the voice of the Gene Father came.

"I order you to retreat immediately and withdraw the satellite-level fortress to Terra."

Hearing this order, Sigismund was stunned.

This stunned almost cost him his life.

A Son of Horus chopped at Sigismund with the power axe in his hand, trying to split him in two.

Fortunately, his combat instinct saved him.

Sigismund took a step back.

The axe passed one centimeter from his throat, and the blue shock field cut his skin.

Two servants took his place and swung their swords at the enemy.

"We can hold this line, my lord. The enemy is vulnerable to us. We can launch the next round of star destroyers soon."

"No, the cost is too high. The new threat isApproaching, space is not the last battle, it is just the first line of defense. "

"Abaddon is here, as long as we kill him, we can thwart his offensive. "

"It doesn't matter, Horus's threat is only superficial. "Dorn's voice was bitter, "This is not a simple war, don't disobey me again. ”

Sigismund swallowed his arguments, knowing that he had to obey the Gene Father.

Just about to switch the channel, let the fortress and the surviving ships leave the defense line and retreat to Terra.

The terrible psychic storm swept everyone.

Ahriman, the chief wizard of the Thousand Sons Legion among the traitors, completed his ritual.

A large number of psykers and captives had their throats cut.

Blood, pain and fear flowed into the warp.

Through ancient rituals and belief patterns, they were transformed into sacrifices to the gods.

Accompanied by the death screams of these dead, the warp merged into a torrent and crashed into the reality screen that had been tortured and was on the verge of collapse. Barrier.

Time flashed.

Night fell, blocking the light.

The soul of every loyalist felt a tremor from the heart.

Everyone could sense that something cold was standing behind them, breathing and speaking softly.

Then the sun went out.

In the darkness.

Strange whispers entangled everyone, and the power of the gods came to the world.

Countless lightning spread in the dark solar system, tearing out terrifying malice.

The darkness was boiling with living nightmares, shouting and roaring.

Countless monsters in the darkness let out excited roars The sound of the traitors was eager to tear apart all flesh and blood.

A huge crack appeared along the trajectory drawn by the traitors in advance.

This terrifying and mysterious ritual turned into a sharp sword, cutting the skin of reality.

The warp cracked open, the ugly light gushed, boiling, and invisible matter flowed.

A bloody smile was painted in the darkness.

The bloody sun hung in the pale sky, like a cold and bloody disk.

The sun regained its glory, splashing weirdness and terror to every corner.

Every loyalist could see the wound that tore reality apart.

It burned in the cold and silent night sky.

Another army of traitors appeared, emerging from the gap with countless hideous monsters and shadows.

The fleet of the World Eaters Legion came, and their war cries of blood thirst echoed in the communication channel and in the mouths of every legion soldier.

Angron, who had long been a slave of the Blood God, stood on his flagship, holding a huge and rough blood axe, exuding a breath of terror and blood thirst.

The Emperor's Children Legion came, and the splendidly decorated hull was filled with rich fragrance and gray smoke.

In the depths of the flagship Emperor's Pride, Fulgrim, who was transformed into the Prince of Pleasure, hovered his half-man, half-snake body, and looked out through the eyes of every soul in the fleet., laughing foolishly in ecstasy.

The Death Guard Legion has arrived. The steel exterior of the flagship Endurance is now covered with wriggling flesh and blood, and countless flies are flying around these flesh and blood.

The hull is filled with various stench and pale green poisonous gas.

Mortarion, who has become the Chosen of Nurgle, stands in his flagship covered with flesh and blood, looking at Terra.

The Thousand Sons Legion has arrived, with a flagship engraved with various chaos runes, and the Radiance is entangled with countless strange witchcraft lights. Those winged monsters are lying on the surface of the flagship, waiting to be driven by the Thousand Sons wizards.

Magnus, with blue wings on his back and holding a scepter, looks at Terra with his one eye, looking for the traces of the Space Wolves Legion, intending to avenge Propes' hatred.

Following closely behind is the Spirit of Vengeance, which appears like a king driving a chariot in triumph.

On both sides of the Spirit of Vengeance are densely packed warships, forming a strong protection.

At the front of the Spirit of Vengeance, countless demons soared in front as a guide.

High on the hull, in the fortress with a raised back.

Horus, the former Imperial Warmaster, the eldest son who once vowed to create a better future for mankind with his father.

Now, he is the chosen warrior of the dark gods.

A despicable usurper who thinks he is great.

Horus looked at Terra, and the throne of the empire founded by his father was just below.

The strange blood-red sunlight sprinkled on his face.

The dark shadow faded from his strong and powerful body.

The demons staying in his royal court lay on the ground, lowering their hideous and ugly heads, and surrendered to this warrior of the gods.

Countless ships emerged from the rifts, spreading among the shimmering light.

Thousands and thousands of ships had waited in the warp for the passage to the heart of the solar system to be opened.

Now, they all rushed into the real universe.

They covered the sky and the sun, and were countless.

Countless demons also emerged.

The shadow enveloped the post of every loyalist.

Fighting and fighting broke out in every corner at the same time.

Death and killing, redemption and destruction.

Horus looked at Terra and whispered.

"I'm back, father."

Along with his words, the gods laughed coldly and maliciously in the boundless universe.

They will share the light of the false emperor until there is no hope for mankind.

The runes representing the lunar defense system gradually dimmed, indicating that the origin of the gene warriors was captured by the rebels.

On the thirteenth day of February, the bombardment of Terra was launched.

Horus deliberately aimed the first shell at the center of the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Sanctuary, the throne room where the Emperor himself was.

It screamed with a sound like a blaze, tearing the atmosphere above the Himalayas.

The shell did not fly for long, and was detected by several blasts the moment it was detected.The light net formed by the beam was cut into pieces.

The unstable plasma flow in the shells also exploded in the atmosphere, forming a violent and brilliant flame.

The four emperor's children in armor, the loyal primarchs looked up, watching the 990 shells, and also watching their own fate.

Walk into the abyss of destruction, or towards redemption.

"The time is so appropriate, choosing midnight to declare the enemy relationship between us, representing the promise of rampant and his victory. I once told him this ancient tradition, and now what he did is just to tell us that we will become his stepping stone."

Chagatai whispered Horus' intentions.

He wore white armor and did not wear a helmet like Dorn.

He had a proud and wild face, always smiling, but a little worried.

Like the clear sky at the end of midsummer meeting the clouds of late autumn.

He chased death just to be able to laugh at the difference between life and death.

His people respectfully called him Jaghatai Khan.

The former came from his might, the latter from his authority as a king.

He once led the White Scars to dominate the galaxy, and now he will abide by his oath and fight to stop Horus.

"Such arrogance." Sanguinius said.

"He has the power of gods and the support of traitors, but he will pay the price for his arrogance."

Dorn looked to the sky.

Never before had so many spaceships gathered on Terra.

The warriors who once vowed to seize the future for mankind returned to the place where they came from.

Bringing destruction and hatred.

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The Thirteenth Legion.

Countless warships formed an endless team.

The scale alone was enough to make people feel fearful and uneasy.

At the front of the fleet was a giant fortress comparable to a planet.

With its own powerful anti-psychic barrier, no demon or evil god could peek at this terrible fleet.

The terrifying scale of this fleet would terrify even the gods.

No race has ever possessed such a terrifying power. The entire galaxy would tremble in front of this fleet.

"The worm bridge will be built in a week, and the final large-scale jump will be carried out. At that time, all fleets will arrive at Terra at the same time." The intelligence director reported.

Looking at the spherical coordinates in front of him, Guilliman looked solemn.

"I just hope everything is still in time.".