Black Forest Strike, my light speed ship was exposed

The Emperor's power is constantly weakening.

Terra's situation is also very special.

The entire planet is already very similar to those corrupted planets.

Life and death, illusion and reality are mixed together.

The entire surface is full of demons and traitors, they are like a tide rushing towards the palace, constantly washing it, trying to completely pull it into the tide of destruction.

The loyal primarchs are still fighting bloody battles, but the situation has reached the most critical moment.

One after another, the great demons set foot on the land of Terra, all of them are the followers of the gods.

Just facing their existence is enough to drive people crazy.

The entire Terra has even overlapped with the realm of the gods.

Endless hell of bones, rotten and smelly gardens, fantasy mazes full of crystals, and psychedelic palaces emitting deadly fragrances.

The gods are trying to pull Terra into their kingdom.

The price paid by Horus allowed them to use their power more fully.

The loyalists only had one last line of defense left.

Break through this line of defense and they will enter the throne room.

When that happens, everything will be over.

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Russ, covered in blood, stood on a high platform, with the Space Wolves warriors behind him who were also wounded.

This battle drained every drop of the loyalists' blood.

Sanguinius, who retreated from the front line, looked tired. The spear in his hand had been replaced by a giant sword, and the original spear had been broken.

"Six-Five-Zero"

The white wings were now covered in blood, which looked shocking.

Chagatai sat on a wide stone chair, and several pharmacists helped him treat his shocking wounds.

That was the wound left by the battle with the traitorous Primarch, which almost killed him.

The faces of the three Primarchs were all tired.

They were silent with each other.

Terra had been surrounded and isolated for a long time.

Their blood was almost drained.

But no one knew whether Lion and Guilliman, or some loyalist bastard, could reach Terra in time?

Even if they reached Terra, would they be able to turn the tide?

Can they really pull the world out of the dark abyss?

At a glance, smoke and dust were billowing, and even the air was scarlet.

Those magnificent buildings were all destroyed.

Those twisted demons completely turned Terra into a terrible hell.

Is there really hope for such a hell!!

Even the Primarch was so pessimistic.

Not to mention those lonely people.

Qile, the first saint of the Empire, has regained her faith and is still encouraging the surviving humans in the ruined hive world to pray to the Emperor.

Use the faith in the Emperor to fight against those evil demons.

The last Moon Wolf, the former captain of the 10th Company of the Sons of Horus Legion and a loyalist who escaped from Isstvan, Loken, protects her and the narrator Merced.

Both of them were once recorders in the Horus Fleet, responsible for recording history and the great achievements of the Primarch.

Qile was finally able to prove the divinity of the Emperor during his long journey and became a saint.

Depending on the Emperor's faith, they were able to survive among the demons, purify the corrupted Light Bearers, and use faith to fight against the demons.

In the ruined camp, in the filthy city full of flesh and blood, in the weird and terrifying nights and days.

These people with faith and the surviving warriors worked hard to fight against the demons.

But as one demon after another came, such resistance was like a candle in the wind.

It could be extinguished by the tide of darkness at any time.

Everything has fallen into despair, and there is no hope at all.

The recorder of the Horus Fleet in the past, Sindman, who has extraordinary talent, climbed up the tower.

Pull open the door bolt and push open the door.

The cold air hit me in the face.

Standing in this place, looking around, all I could see were those demons and traitors laughing wildly.

Desperate cries and death wails mixed together.

This was just the area near the palace, the whole world was systematically destroyed.

Naturally formed or artificially produced highly toxic gases spread throughout the world.

Scorching fire storms and ashes caused by nuclear radiation covered the world.

The bombing never stopped, and the whistling tornadoes continued to be created.

The whole world has sunk into purgatory.

Surrounded by earthquakes, radiation and chemical pollution.

The living were driven crazy by those strange creatures and became one of them.

The dead were summoned again by the vicious evil gods and became their puppets.

Thinking of this, hot tears flowed from Sinderman's old, wrinkled face.

He had witnessed the rise of glory.

He had witnessed the Emperor unifying Terra.

He had witnessed humanity shattering mountains to build the Imperial Palace.

He had witnessed countless expeditionary fleets flying from the land of the goddess of victory to the sky.

He had witnessed the Primarch and the Emperor working together to crush the Orcs and countless cruel alien empires that ravaged the Empire, crushing any obstacles on the road to human unification.

He had witnessed the coronation of Horus. In that grand ceremony, in front of countless expeditionary soldiers and the Primarch, the Emperor announced that it was humanity's innate destiny to control the galaxy.

Sinderman was also excited by this grand cause, dragging his old body to travel around to preach for the truth of the Empire, just for the glorious future promised by the Emperor.

Humanity is only one step away from salvation.

The unspeakable horror is revealed to the world, abandoning the shameless betrayal of the past and tearing everything apart.

The top of the tower is a flower bed, which was once a paradise.

But now, the place is left to grow weeds.

The flower beds and nurseries are torn apart by the creeping roots.

The automatic watering machine and insecticide system are turned off.Used to save energy.

The gardening servitors were reprogrammed to adapt to war.

The staff were assigned to labor or cannon fodder.

Sinderman walked through them, but the grief in his heart was unbearable.

Finally, he climbed over the fence, stood on the edge of the platform, and stared into the distance.

In the past, he witnessed the rise of glory.

Now he was unwilling to witness the end of mankind.

Sinderman's feet stood on the edge, and he only needed to take one more step forward to end his life.

No one would laugh at his cowardice.

In this hopeless place, death is a good choice.

He was too old, even if he went to the battlefield, he would only drag others down and become a corpse enslaved by the enemy.

Ending here would at least not hurt anyone.

Just as Sinderman was about to take a step forward, he heard a rumble.

The sound was so loud that it was enough to shake the entire Terra.

It was like a giant beast that had suffered so much that it finally made an angry sound.

Sinderman was startled by the loud noise, and his legs went weak and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, he grabbed the railing in time.

The shock just now made him lose the courage to end his life, and he retreated instead.

After climbing over the railing again, Sinderman looked up at the sky, and everything he saw shocked him.

All communications had been cut off, and no one could contact the outside world.

They were trapped in Terra, and they didn't know what was happening outside.

Sinderman looked up at the sky, with only surprise and shock in his eyes.

The distorted position of the void shield blurred the sky like jelly on glass. Through this distorted vision, countless demons could be seen hovering in the sky.

The thick blood-red clouds covered everything, reminding people all the time what kind of hell they were in.

The blood-colored clouds created by the evil gods were torn apart by countless bombs. ......

The loud noise just now was caused by those bombs.

Fighters swooped down from the sky, like giant spears piercing the sky covered by flying demons.

Each fighter had the obvious Macragge logo, and the golden double-headed eagle was particularly conspicuous on the blue fuselage.

Giant warships seized Terra's outer orbit, and countless rebel warships were easily destroyed and torn apart.

Countless explosions and flames lit up in outer space, and each fireball that appeared represented a rebel warship that was destroyed.

It was ruthlessly crushed like a dead tree or rotten wood.

The Lord of Macragge, the Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, the Son of Vengeance, the Son of the Emperor, Guilliman Roboute has arrived.

Tears welled up in Sindman's eyes, but he couldn't say anything when he opened his mouth.

"I have arrived. Pay the price, Horus."

Guilliman's communication was transmitted to every communication device, making the originally desperateThe loyalists were ecstatic.

Dorn, the primarch of the Imperial Fists, who had been frowning, couldn't help but smile when he heard the voice.

Sanguinius, Jaghatai, Russ and others, who had been silent, also showed joy when they saw the scene in the sky and the voice in the communication.

They looked at each other, then all stood up and went to the nearest command room to check the situation.

Joy was like a hurricane, sweeping everyone quickly, making their tired bodies burst with strength again.

The cheers of the battle echoed around again.

For a while, the fighters who were still holding on were in high spirits, and their combat power increased several times at once.

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Unlike the cheering loyalists.

Horus, Fulgrim, Mortarion, Perturabo and other traitors all showed desperate expressions.

Only the last step was left.

"We must seize the palace." Magnus, who was promoted to a demon, said, "Only by breaking through the palace and opening the webway can we use the power of the gods to resist Guilliman."

"Do your best." Horus, who was still briefly awake, said, "As long as we are fast enough, Guilliman will be helpless."

.............

Guilliman's arrival not only frightened the Primarch, but also frightened the members of the Dark Mechanicus who were still trying to crack the satellite-level fortress.

They had betrayed humanity and were pulled to the side of the evil god by Horus.

Now that Guilliman has come and the fleet has surrounded the entire galaxy, there is no way to escape. 1.2

Only by escaping to Terra can we survive.

In the dark control room of the satellite-level fortress.

"Is it still ineffective?" Kerber-Hal, the leader of the Dark Mechanicus and the former Imperial Forge General, made a binary sound.

"It still doesn't work. Our useless code can't be executed." A mechanical sage responded.

"Try it again. If it doesn't work, we will retreat to Terra." Kerbo-Hal said, his mechanized tone full of unwillingness.

These technologies are countless times more advanced than those studied on Mars.

But they can only watch, but cannot use them.

Under Kerbo-Hal's order.

The mechanical priest once again connected the prepared virus code servitor to the satellite-level fortress.

This time the link is no longer unresponsive like before.

In the ecstatic eyes of many members of the Dark Mechanicus.

The lights in the control hall lit up, countless sub-systems were activated, and the screens lit up one after another.

The next second, the suspended projection screen also appeared in front of many members of the Dark Mechanicus.

"Is it going to succeed?" Kebo-Hal said happily, "Are these machines finally willing to be driven by us?"

It was as if I heard his words.

Data and text were displayed on the big screen.

"Tiangong has been connected and is checking the transmission data."

"The highest authority has been obtained, and the system has entered the state of waiting for activation.".