Chapter 4 The Great Demon of Subspace

Confirming the reward, Guilliman nodded.

This golden finger is not too bad, just barely usable.

Utilize dark matter computer technology in conjunction with the Primaris Space Marine technology in the hands of Mechanical Magus Caul.

He can create a brand new group of warriors to fight against traitors and the forces of Chaos.

With the empire's original space warriors, they are really weak when facing these chaotic forces.

Many times, we win by relying on the number of people.

The battle damage ratio was so tragic that I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Being able to create such a powerful new army can effectively help him maintain the territory of the human empire.

Guilliman had no choice, either he would help the Empire of Man defeat Chaos, or he would be captured by Chaos as a slave.

escape?

It's better not to dream.

The nearest galaxy in the Milky Way is hundreds of thousands of light years away. How to escape?

How can one escape without a star torch or a waterway map?

Even if the escaping spacecraft could reach the maximum speed limited in the universe, he would not be able to escape.

The time required to fly from the Milky Way to other galaxies at the speed of light is as long as hundreds of thousands of years. If the spacecraft breaks down midway, it will drift until it dies.

Escape through subspace is even more dangerous.

The subspace is the territory of the evil god. Without the protection of the Emperor's Star Torch, the Geller force field will collapse after a few days.

Without the Geller force field, the evil god could pinch him however he pleased.

Another unrealistic aspect of fleeing is that other places may not be safe.

There is another race in the Warhammer universe, the Tyranids.

This race came in from outside the Milky Way. This terrifying race that ate wherever it went was chased by other powerful beings and fled into the Milky Way.

You can imagine what happened!!

The world outside the Milky Way may be even worse than the Milky Way.

I'm just afraid that if I escape, I will be even more miserable.

He can only win, otherwise he can only die miserably. There is no third way to choose.

"Go out and clean them out." Guilliman stepped out, his eyes filled with terrible anger, and the flames of the Emperor's Sword in his hand became more and more destructive.

Calgar, Celestine, Amarych and other survivors regrouped and gathered next to Guilliman.

Booms of artillery fire rang out outside the sanctuary, as the Imperial defenders continued to fight, trying to drive the Chaos invaders from their home.

Macragge City, this magnificent hive city, is full of battles.

Factories, spaceports, there are sounds of fighting everywhere.

Space Marines from all over the empire wear different armors and fight with the forces of Chaos.

The Astra Militarum and Macragge Guards were still firing, using the defenses built along the streets to shoot down those damn cultists and daemons.

Laser beams cut through the pungent-smelling battlefield, burning the monsters and taking their lives.

But there are so many monsters, cultists, and traitors, their numbers are unimaginable.

Wave after wave they attacked the lines of Imperial loyalists, causing the defenders to retreat steadily.

"For the Chaos Gods, for the supreme glory, kill." The cultists, covered with bone spurs and turning into monsters, waved their weapons and shouted loudly, encouraging the believers to continuously rush forward and attack the defenders' front line.

The man with a ferocious face and a body covered with tumors screamed with unusual excitement, "For the gift of a loving father, for the end of all things."

Other traitors also shouted various weird and profane slogans.

The Imperial defenders are still holding on, maintaining the front that is about to collapse. Behind them is the last refuge of Macragge City. They have no way to retreat.

People huddled in shelters and prayed to the emperor's statue.

"Save us."

"Don't let us be harmed by those evil things."

"Save us."

The closer they heard the sound of artillery fire and the crazy shouts from the Chaos side, the more frightened they became.

Once it falls into the hands of Chaos, even death is no longer a rest, but the beginning of another torture.

Thinking of this, they suddenly trembled and became frightened.

The Astra Militarum commander responsible for defending the sanctuary of Macragge City also fell into despair.

Facing the surging Chaos army, he could only squeeze the potential of each unit as much as possible to buy a little more time for the defense line.

More than a hundred regiments were worn away by this bloody war, and countless Astra Militarum soldiers died on this battlefield.

The only hope is that the Imperial Fleet can regain control of low-Earth orbit. Only in this way can the war be won.

Corpses piled up like mountains on the battlefield, bright red blood flowed on the ground, and even the air could smell the pungent smell.

The cruelty of the war makes people more and more desperate.

There is no chance of victory in sight.

The connection between the earth's surface and space has been severed, and no one knows how the battle in space will turn out.

Did he win? Or did he flee?

Big green flies hovered over the battlefield with a buzzing sound.

When they see the fresh corpses lying on the ground, they swarm up, burrow into the flesh and lay eggs, and send the kindness of a loving father, those weird viruses and germs into the body of the corpse, allowing it to stand up again and become a plague zombie.

The defenders' decline is getting worse, but the enemy's offensive is getting stronger and stronger. The power from the evil god of subspace is getting satisfied, and strange whispers are bewitching the soldiers who still want to resist, trying to pull them away from the corrupt body on the golden throne.

In the hands of the corpse, he was dragged into the sweet garden.

"Are we doomed??" Looking at the crumbling battlefield situation, despair emerged in the commander's heart. How could we win such a battle!!

Continuing to fight will lead to death.

They had no chance of turning defeat into victory.

There is no high-altitude fire support, no tank concentration, no Titan Knights, and no reserve forces.

The commander of the Astra Militarum looked up to the sky. Even the air superiority had been taken away by the enemy. What chance did he have of winning?

The pessimistic mood spread among all the defenders, causing despair to appear on their faces.

Many people held the weapons in their hands tightly, trying to calm down their fearful bodies as much as possible.

Several veterans made the sign of the Eagle Salute and said their last prayers.

Watching the demons and traitors sweep in again, I silently pray that my soul can return to the throne and be with those dead comrades.

Suddenly, the strange whispers disappeared.

Everyone felt an unknown force emerging from their bodies, driving away their pain, fatigue and despair, making their bodies strong again.

The ecstasy on the faces of the crazy Chaos warriors, demons, and cultists also disappeared, and their faces were all filled with terrible fear.

Guilliman walked out of the Sanctuary, like an angry war demigod coming from the divine realm to reality. The Emperor's Sword was burning fiercely. Wherever the light touched, the shadows of the subspace were defeated and fled one after another.

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"I have returned." Guilliman let out a war cry and started running, followed closely by Celestine and others, rushing with him towards the army of demons and traitors.

They were like sharp spears, piercing directly into the enemy's formation. As soon as they made contact, they set off horrific killings, with broken limbs flying everywhere.

"Counterattack, everyone obeys the order and charge." Seeing the saints, grand marshals, and chapter leaders all guarding a demigod that only appeared in mythology, the battlefield commander realized that Belisarius, the great sage of the Mechanicus.

Cawl's plan succeeded, and a son of the Emperor was resurrected.

Victory is beckoning to them, mankind will prosper forever, and the glory of the empire will be immortal.

He roared angrily and ordered the whole army to charge.

"For humanity, for the Emperor."

"For humanity, for the Emperor."

The soldiers who heard the order crawled out of the trenches, shouted their oaths, and rushed towards the already timid Chaos army.

"For humanity, for the Emperor." An ordinary soldier yelled with all his strength. The toxic smoke poured into his mouth and nose, causing him to cough violently, but without any hesitation, he rushed towards the enemy with weapons in hand.

The most recent cultist stabbed a bayonet made using single-molecule technology into the opponent's body.

"Pay the price, traitor." Another soldier climbed out of the trench, holding a laser gun and shooting at the enemies he saw, venting his anger.

Macragge's situation reversed instantly, and the Chaos forces continued to lose the territory they occupied, and were defeated by the counterattacking humans.

Roar!

With a roar, realizing the defeat of the Chaos army, the cultists used the lives of their followers to summon a flaming demon.

The big demon is huge, strong, and covered with metal-like bone spurs. It looks extremely terrifying, and its aura alone makes many people tremble in fear.

The believers were immediately drained of their vitality, and then spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes.

"Primarch??" The demon entered the real space from the subspace with the help of sacrifice, and smelled Guilliman's breath immediately.

His eyes burning with flames immediately locked onto the original body fighting on the battlefield.

The skull of the original body would be the best gift to the Blood God. It showed a ferocious smile, let out a roar that shook the whole world again, and rushed directly.
Chapter completed!