Chapter 150 Storm of Destruction: The Autumn of Cadia

Terra Standard Year: M41.999

Hazy Starfield - Cadia System - "Fortress World" Cadia

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The roaring ground-based heavy artillery spewed out deadly flames, and the deafening explosion echoed throughout the bastion. The shells flew into the sky, broke through the clouds and shot into the curtain of the universe.

The entire sky was torn apart, and all the clouds and dark clouds were scattered by the dense anti-aircraft artillery fire, which made the sky of Cadia extremely clear. You can directly see the Chaos fleet hovering in the orbit of the planet on the ground.

Countless bullets rose from the sky, and the barrage rushed to the sky like a rainstorm from the ground. All the firepower came from the dense anti-aircraft firepower group on the surface. The ground-based giant turbo laser cannon on the heavy artillery fort slowly raised the barrel, and the terrifying combined gun muzzle ejected a curtain of death.

A heavy laser cannon as tall as a building, anti-aircraft heavy guns and rail guns raised their muzzles one by one, and the giant cannons kept roaring like thunder in the city of Cadia, leading the main theme of the terrifying anti-aircraft symphony, and the countless anti-aircraft firepower groups around it played together as accompaniment.

Hydra anti-aircraft guns, twin-mounted ship-launched anti-aircraft guns, and Domination-class anti-aircraft fortresses spewed fierce flames, and honeycomb missiles and anti-ship cruise missiles took off one by one, with bright tail flames rushing straight into the sky.

The dark sky was completely lit up by artillery fire, and the fierce exchange of fire between the Empire and Chaos illuminated the entire sky. Now it is no longer the time to distinguish whether it is day or night, everything has been completely dyed red by the flames of war.

The Imperial Navy was fighting fiercely with the Black Fleet around the planet. The most tragic in the history of the Milky Way, the bloody space war was staged in the starry sky, one warship after another turned into sparks, the broken hulls streaked into the atmosphere like meteors and burned and fell to the ground, and the fighters of both sides bit each other.

On the surface of the planet, the entire planet was engaged in a bloody meat grinder war. The Cadia Guard, Space Marines and the Astra Militarum Corps that came to support and Chaos were engaged in a fierce battle that was far from tragic. The entire planet had completely turned into a meat grinder, crushing countless lives and discharging them into meat paste.

The war raged on the entire surface of the planet, cities were razed, settlements were slaughtered, and the horrific war left corpses all over the wilderness. The already desolate surface of Cadia was already covered with craters and destruction, and it was completely turned into an artificial world of death.

The Chaos army launched a series of fierce attacks. The battle was most intense outside the main bastion of Cadia. This was the capital of Cadia and the headquarters of the war, so the Chaos attack here was also the most intense.

The Chaos demons launched a fierce attack like a tsunami. A large number of demons launched an attack accompanied by demon engines and war beasts, and the scarlet wave rushed towards the position.

The colonel political commissar of the 8th Cadia Regiment walked in the trenches. Fierce artillery fire kept passing over his head. Waves of explosions plowed up large areas of dust around him. The starry sky was constantly echoing with shrill screams and gun roars.

The commissar's cloak was crimson. It was unknown whether it was red in itself or dyed red by blood. He walked in the chaotic trenches, and Cadia warriors with wounds kept running around him. Some of them had bandages on their heads, and some had one eye blind, but they were still fighting bravely.

"Political Commissar! I have an order to pass on!" A signalman with blood all over his face ran over. He squeezed through the Cadia soldiers. Seeing his blue uniform, he was not a member of the Cadia Corps, but a member of the Navy.

The political commissar turned around and looked at the signalman, and calmly ordered "Attention soldiers, report the situation."

The signalman immediately stood at attention, saluted the political commissar and spoke loudly. His voice was loud and thunderous, but only in this way could it drown out the surrounding gunfire.

"The Imperial Navy can no longer defend the airspace! The Silver Spear Fleet suffered heavy losses. Only five ships in the fleet can continue to fight. The fleet admiral commander died in the line of duty and is now replaced by the next captain!"

"The Cadia Joint Fleet Command ordered them to retreat. The navy can no longer provide you with air defense cover. Political commissar, please abandon your position and retreat as soon as possible!"

"Where to retreat? Behind us is the Great Bastion, the heart of Cadia. We have no way to retreat." The political commissar said. He turned and looked at the trench. Everyone was still fighting. Laser guns and heavy bomb machine guns were still venting the emperor's anger.

"Communicator, go to the bastion immediately to pass the message to Lord Creed. The message is as follows," said the political commissar, but the moment he turned around, he saw that the signalman was broken into pieces. A Chaos Space Marine roared and jumped into the trench. His black armor was full of blasphemous marks.

The signalman was instantly torn to pieces by the claws. The power claws swung and killed the Cadian warriors who were firing at him. Their laser guns were completely unable to fight against this bloody butcher. He killed people in the trenches and splashed out the horrible death.

The Chaos Space Marine stared at the political commissar. He strode over and swung the power claws to attack. The political commissar suddenly glared and pulled out the power sword from the scabbard.

The political commissar swung the power sword to block the Chaos Space Marine's power claws. The claws completely suppressed the political commissar's sword. He suppressed the political commissar to death. If it weren't for the power sword above his head to deflect the waving of the claws, I'm afraid he would have lost his head long ago.

The Space Marines chased the political commissar in the narrow trenches, and their claws kept hitting the trench walls on both sides. Mud was splashed everywhere, and the wooden strips turned into sawdust and exploded.

The political commissar backed away repeatedly, but still looked at the traitor in front of him calmly. His terrifying scarlet eyes stared at the political commissar, and his claws continued to swing with gravity to tear apart the walls on both sides and everything nearby.

The burly black body was extremely eye-catching in the dust. He took long strides like a pressing mountain. The traitor space warrior drew out his power claw, and with a backhand thrust outward, he knocked away the political commissar's power sword.

The political commissar was knocked against the wall by its powerful pulling force. The old political commissar fell to the ground and looked at the traitor in front of him. He stood in front of the political commissar and raised his power claw high.

The political commissar watched as he gritted his teeth and pulled out the bolter. His other hand held the Imperial Sky Eagle pendant on his chest, "For the Emperor! For the glory of the Lord of Mankind!"

"For the Warmaster!" the Traitor Space Marine yelled, preparing to swing his power claw, but a burst of rapid bolt fire hit the Traitor Space Marine, and he took several steps back.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the trenches. The Commissar looked back and saw a Black Templar Space Marine striding forward with a bolt pistol in his hand. His bolts bombarded the traitor like a rainstorm.

The soldier jumped over the political commissar's head. He threw away his bolter and drew his power sword. Before the traitor could block, he stabbed the traitor in the chest with his sword. The traitor was knocked to the ground and roared in anger.

The voice was almost that of a demon. The Black Templar drew his sword and cut off his head with one strike. The traitor's body and head were separated, and of course he died. The Black Templar ended the battle in a flash of lightning and turned to look at the political commissar.

The political commissar also got up from the ground and patted his dusty collar. He raised his head and looked at the black temple in front of him. The political commissar nodded slightly to him, and the black temple also paid tribute and grabbed his explosives. Shotgun, jumped out and rushed towards the battlefield.

Several more Black Templar Space Marines passed over the top of the Commissar's trench, charging and firing with bolters in hand, but the Commissar knew that their numbers were a drop in the bucket.

"Signal Corps! Find another Signal Corps!" the political commissar shouted, and one man emerged from the fierce counterattack in the trench. He stood at attention with a bandage on his head, "Signal Corps Report!"

"The communication signal has been cut off. Now I order you to go to the bastion and tell the bastion master that we need support, all support! I will continue to lead the 8th Regiment to hold the position. In the name of the Emperor, Cadia will not fall!"

"It's the political commissar! Cardia is still standing!" the signal soldier responded loudly, then climbed out of the trench with his gun on his back and rushed towards the bastion at the risk of nine deaths.

The political commissar took a deep breath, climbed up to the top of the trench and received a fluttering flag from a soldier. The political commissar raised the flag high and said, "Cardia will not fall!"

The political commissar took the lead and rushed towards the first occupied trench. The Cadian soldiers shouted and climbed out of the trench. They followed the political commissar and the Black Templar soldiers into the first trench with rifles equipped with bayonets.

This was destined to be a near-death counterattack, but Cardia remained standing.

The situation in the bastion is also very bad. "Fortress Lord" Creed is standing in front of the holographic combat map, with scarlet fire and heavy artillery roaring outside the headquarters. The shock waves of explosions are constantly shaking the place, but Creed is used to it. , he still stood steadily in front of the map, looking at the map full of red dots.

"Report! The Delgon Plains have been lost! The 21st Regiment has been wiped out! The Casa Industrial Plains are asking for support!" the communications operator shouted. He and his colleagues were sitting in front of a long row of cogitator data terminals, and the madness on them continued. The rolling data flow is dizzying, and the chaotic data has burned several servitors.

"The Space Wolf Company is suppressed, requesting fire support!" Another person shouted, "The 227th Fortress Group has lost contact, and there is no news about the 86th Regiment!" another person shouted.

"The Imperial Navy reported that more than half of their losses were lost. All the battleships were damaged and cannot continue to defend the orbit!" Someone else roared to deliver the new news.

Creed took a puff of his cigar angrily and slowly exhaled the smoke. The Lord of the Great Fortress looked at the chaotic holographic map in front of him with astonishing calmness, "Abandon the Casa Industrial Plain and retreat to the outskirts of the Great Bastion. Order the Titan Legion to deploy a Warlord and two Knights to cover, and be sure to block the opponent's Chaos Titan."

"Assemble two squadrons of Lightning fighters to cover the retreat of the Space Wolves. Send me all the Valkyries and Thunderhawks there. I must pick up the Space Marines."

Creed said while holding his cigar between his fingers and pointed at the beacon on the map. The priest of the Mechanicus on the side immediately switched it over, and there were rows of beacons scrolling on it.

"Order the 17th Armored Regiment to counterattack with all its strength in the A-509 area! Chaos' offensive line must be interrupted! Seek support from the Black Templar and cooperate with the counterattack."

"Report! The main headquarters of the Black Templars are defending the Gate of End." The correspondent shouted. Creed looked over and pointed at the map, "Then contact them and ask them to abandon the Gate of End. That ghost place has already It’s completely worthless and will only be surrounded by chaos!”

The operator immediately carried out the order and sent the command command to the End Gate, and received a response quickly.

"Grand Marshal Amalric of the Black Templars refused to carry out his orders. He vowed to stand there and make the enemies of the Emperor pay."

"Damn it!" Creed punched the map. "The entire planet is about to be lost, and he just wants to defend a goal! I have long heard that the Black Templars are stubborn and insist on glory. Now it seems that I And underestimated them a lot.”

Sons of Dorne, you know, I guess the Black Templars were stimulated by something, so they swore a stupid oath, which also made them completely separated from the command of the Cadian headquarters. Now Creed You can only rely on yourself.

He rubbed his stinging temples, and there was another explosion outside the cathedral-style round floor-to-ceiling window, and the huge firelight illuminated the entire command headquarters.

Creed took a puff of his cigar, and the smoke slowly came out of his mouth. He pointed at the map, "Send all the Kashezin commandos up there, as well as all the White Shield reserves! Let's fight for the old! "

"Yes!" the correspondent shouted, and began to issue this life-threatening counterattack plan.

"Report! The Chaos Fleet conducted an orbital bombardment on the west side of the bastion! The air defense system intercepted 70% of the artillery fire, but 30% still hit the ground, and the defense line was severely damaged! According to calculations, as the Imperial Navy retreated, the bombing continued strengthen!"

Creed rested his elbows on the map and looked at the desperate battle situation with a frown. Not only did he invest in his old capital, but Abaddon must have also put in his old capital. Thousands of traitors are now invested in Cadia. Space Marines, countless demons, the Dark Mechanicus and all the dark allies he could find, the Warmaster spent all the capital he had saved for ten thousand years.

Chaos is gaining the upper hand, Cadia can't hold out much longer, they need reinforcements, any reinforcements.

"Report." A staff officer came to Creed's side and said. The castle master punched the table in anger, "What's the emergency again?"

"No, sir, there is a visitor." The staff officer said. Creed raised his head and looked at the officer differently. He pondered, who would be crazy enough to come here in this situation? Reinforcements?

"How many people?" Creed asked after taking a breath of cigarette. "One person, sir, a great sage of the Mechanicus."

Creed frowned. He was silent for a moment, looking at the chaotic map, and then looked up at the flying artillery fire outside the window. "Name?" "He calls himself Belisarius Caul, and he requests to meet you. He He's waiting on the landing deck," the staff officer said in a low voice, as if it was a secret. "He said he has something urgent to tell you."

Creed's face was illuminated by the firelight. He smiled bitterly and straightened his coat. "The whole planet is going to be destroyed. What else is more urgent? Forget it, let's go see the oil guy."

Creed grabbed the holster on the table and put it on his waist. He strode towards the exit of the headquarters, followed by the staff officer.

"What kind of person is that person?" Creed asked, biting his cigar. The staff officer thought for a moment, "He is an outlier among oil guys, sir."

"great."