Chapter 238: The Rise of the Primarch: The Siege of Macragge

In the silent darkness, the proud divine weapon of the God of All Machines was silent. Countless gears, transmission shafts and heavy-duty transmission belts were connected together. Those steel bodies that far exceeded the limits of mortal body structures were silent in the darkness. They were waiting to be awakened and waiting for the call of the sound of the war horn.

The horn of war sounded, and with the surging power, all the gears started to turn. The roar of the steel bite and the rapid pulling of the transmission shaft converged into the sound of the war horn. The mechanical horn sound that belonged to the God of All Machines echoed in the dark space and echoed inside the steel armor.

With the dense mechanical rotation, the behemoth slowly raised its head from the bunker. The huge round base was raised under the powerful force, and the arc-shaped golden cover on the top slid open to both sides. As the gap opened, a ray of light was projected into the dark space and onto the surface of the steel body.

Flying gunfire roared overhead, and the flames of the explosion mixed with the sunlight sprinkled on the golden and silver steel surface. As the heavy transmission shafts set up around in the darkness rumbled, the giant platform also got closer to the light above the head, and the soul of war also got closer to the light.

The huge pride of Omnissia rose from the darkness, and the golden circular platform reached the top and the docking point. As the slots around it quickly rotated and locked, the huge metal platform finally carried the pride of the emperor and the god of all machines and reappeared in the sun.

Under the flashing of explosions and fire, under the continuous flashing light of the void shield, this powerful war machine raised its head, and the six-mounted turbo laser cannon as tall as a skyscraper slowly raised it, and the U-shaped logo of Ultramar also raised and flashed in the sun.

The huge turbo laser cannon slowly turned its muzzle, and as its six silent cannons aimed at the Chaos warships in the sky, it locked on. After a short silence, it burst into a roar that shook the earth. The angry roar of the Emperor and the God of All Machines shot at the warships in the sky.

The dazzling red light of the orbital heavy land-based laser cannon illuminated all the buildings. The capital of Ultramar Prime, the eternal home of the Ultramarines, the pearl of the Far East Star Region of the Empire, the City of Glory, was completely illuminated, and all the glass of all the tall buildings reflected red light.

The red light also illuminated the people behind the glass of the building. Captain Mikael stood behind the floor-to-ceiling window of the Ultramarines Central Chapter Fortress. The scorching red light was projected on his face through the huge floor-to-ceiling window glass. The scarlet light completely illuminated the sapphire blue armor, making all the golden threads flash red light.

Mikael's face was outlined by the red light. He looked at the roaring turbo laser cannon outside the window. Not only that huge cannon, but all the fortresses, all the city walls and all the orbital weapons in the City of Glory were firing. The sky was full of artillery fire and spread towards the starry sky, fighting the barrage with barrage.

The captain looked up at the void shield covering the entire city above his head. The flashing void shield blocked the bombardment from the orbit. Those Chaos warships fired terrifying shells at the earth. Except for the part intercepted by the ground-based anti-aircraft weapons, all hit the void shield.

Mikael looked at the rolling explosions and flames. The sky above Ultramar was engulfed by the sea of ​​fire. The third captain of the Ultramarines frowned and looked at the sky angrily.

"How is the Ultramar Defense Fleet?" Mikael asked. Behind him, the busy fortress headquarters was full of people. Mortal soldiers wearing the unique blue of the Ultramarines Auxiliary Army and Roman-style breastplates came and went.

Countless information, battle situations and orders were transmitted here, and then summarized by the Ultramarines and auxiliary army generals. After making decisions, they were transmitted from here to various battlefields in Ultramar, whether on the surface or in space.

"The defense fleet is struggling to deal with the enemy, and the 6th Fleet has suffered heavy losses and is retreating. Captain, the situation is very bad."

The operator sitting in front of the Thinker terminal said. Next to him was a long row of data terminal interfaces. Dozens of technicians sat side by side in front of the white marble walls. Officers ran back and forth between them to pass information and orders.

The operator turned his head to look at Mikael. His head with an external socket was illuminated by the explosion. The operator almost instinctively raised his hand to block the fire outside the window, but Mikael didn't even blink and still looked directly at the billowing flames above his head.

"The Fleet Command requests that the 6th Fleet be replaced by the 12th Fleet in the reserve echelon. Perhaps this will buy some more time." The operator looked at Mikael and said. Mikael, who was carrying the operator and the others, had his hands behind his back and his fists clenched tightly behind his back.

"Agreed. The Fleet Command must defend the starport and the orbital elevator at all costs. They are necessary for the arrival of reinforcements." "Yes, Captain!"

The operator turned around and began to convey the order, but almost immediately someone raised his head. The officer in front of the holographic tactical platform next to the operator raised his head and shouted at Mikael.

"Lord Mikael! The city of Yarmako on the east side of Ultramar has fallen, the air defense network on the east side of the continent has been completely paralyzed, the Black Legion and the Rebel Legion are landing on a large scale, and we can't stop them!"

Another bad news, Mikael thought to himself, it seems that there is no good news in the entire Five Hundred Worlds today, as if the end of the world has really come, but whether this is the end of the world or not, Mikael will not panic, he is the descendant of Guilliman, he is the Emperor's angel of death, he will not be afraid.

Mikael turned and strode to the holographic platform. The auxiliary army officers and several Ultramarines at the table moved aside to make room for Captain Mikael. The captain stood in front of the holographic platform and looked at the floating beacons on the large square table.

Mikael pointed to a red beacon in front of him, and then to two blue signs on the other side, "Order the 8th Armored Division of the Auxiliary Army and the 667th Infantry Regiment to go up and stop the vanguard of the Black Legion at the Faramis Pass at all costs."

"Dispatch two lightning fighter squadrons to them." Mikael said, and the Ultramarines officer on the side came up and whispered, "Captain, these two squadrons are our last reserve forces in the atmosphere. If they are sent out, the City of Glory will lose the assault landing units that break into the atmosphere."

Mikael glanced at the officer, who frowned and looked at the holographic map in silence for a moment, then raised his fist and punched the edge of the map, "If we don't stop the traitor offensive in the east, we will be finished sooner or later. The order remains unchanged, and all the general reserves will be pressed forward!"

"Yes, sir!" The auxiliary army officer stood at attention and saluted, then strode to the distant communication center to pass on the order. Mikael looked at the officer who was leaving and turned his head to look at the terrible battle situation in front of him, which could even be called desperate.

The map was full of red warning beacons, and each red sign represented an enemy unit. The blue ones were the Ultramarines' own forces, and now the blue signs were rapidly decreasing, and the area they controlled was also shrinking rapidly beyond expectations.

Mikael frowned and scanned the map, "What is the current strength ratio on the front line?" the captain asked. The Ultramarines officer on the side nodded and pointed to the red battle line in front. The real-time dynamic battle line was still very close to the City of Glory.

The officer pointed to the battle line in the distance, "The current enemy-to-our forces ratio is 12 to 1. The Chaos traitors brought a large number of demons, and the main forces of the rebel legions were all pressed up. The Word Bearers and the Night Lords controlled the northwest plate, and the Death Guard was attacking the Lumas area."

Mikael's eyes moved with the battle line. He looked at the terrible situation in front of him with the officer. The forces of three rebel legions were all sent to the surface of Ultramar.

"The shameful traitor Erebus of the Word Bearers has caused a lot of massacres in the northwest. He and the Night Lords have committed countless atrocities in the area. According to the description of the auxiliary army that barely broke through and escaped, they built a flesh and blood altar in the area and used the bones of millions of our compatriots to build a chaos portal directly to the warp to allow the demon army to pass through the portal and reach the land of Ultramar. A large company of the Space Wolves arrived and is intercepting them with our warriors, trying to organize defense, but the effect is not good."

"Emperor! May this bastard die without a complete body!" The young warrior on the side roared angrily. Mikael looked at him and raised his hand to press his shoulder. Mikael nodded to the warrior, "We will make him pay the price, I promise you Far."

The young warrior clenched his fists as he looked at the map. His hometown used to be there, but now it has disappeared. All his relatives and friends have disappeared. Anger filled the chest of the young Far. He was eager to find this bastard to settle accounts.

But he also understood that as a qualified Ultramarines he must follow the scriptures, the tactical regulations and suggestions therein, and the scriptures did not allow or encourage him to seek personal revenge.

Fal took a breath angrily, trying to suppress his anger and nodded to Captain Mikael, who nodded to him and then looked back at the holographic map, "Go on, Sergeant, we don't have that much time."

The sergeant nodded, leaning on the map and pointing his iron finger at the area on the other side, which had completely turned into a sickly gray-green color.

"While the Word Bearers and the Night Lords were wreaking havoc, another traitor legion, the Death Guard, occupied the southern area. According to reports from the 10th Company scouts, they found that the Death Guard spread the plague of Nurgle in the area. The highly contagious Devouring Virus caused devastating casualties to the local defenders and also led to the fall of the area."

Mikael frowned as he looked at the plague area. The captain turned his head and looked at the sergeant major, "What are the countermeasures?" "We have withdrawn all the troops that have not been infected. We wish the merciful Emperor to bless their souls, and also wish He forgives us. "

The sergeant hesitated for a moment, clenched his fists on his chest and confessed to the Emperor, "In order to prevent the spread of infection, we ordered the front-line troops to execute all soldiers suspected of infection and those who were clearly infected. Their bodies were burned in a centralized manner, and the cities in the area were also bombed with fire according to orders, regardless of whether there were any survivors. "

"The Nurgle plague has been temporarily controlled, but we have also paid a heavy price, Captain." The sergeant bowed his head and said, although he knew that this was a last resort, the sergeant still bowed his head in grief and silence.

Mikael held the sergeant's shoulder, and the latter raised his head and nodded to Mikael, "I'm fine, Captain. These are all things we have to do, but we must find a way to solve the current predicament, otherwise the collapse of the eastern defense line is a matter of time." Mikael nodded approvingly. He leaned on the map and looked at the battle line in front of him. After thinking hard, Mikael stood up and pointed at the battle zone in front of him, pointing at the Ultramarines on the front line, "Evacuate all troops on the periphery, and tell the Space Wolves to stop howling and cutting people. Abandon the position and shrink back to the City of Glory. Let them join the general reserve to build the last line of defense."

"Inform the Fourth Company that the Eighth and Ninth Companies are all pressing forward. There is no condition to save strength." Mikael looked at the map and sighed. He raised his eyes and looked at the last line of defense. Once this place fell, Trama is finished.

"Awaken all fearless brothers, regardless of age and stability." "Company commander, is this..." "I know sergeant, now we have to fight for our strength."

Mikael spread his hands on the map and said earnestly, "If you can't defend Ultramar, it's all meaningless. Awaken all the fearless brothers, the 10th company and all reserve recruits are fully armed and ready to go into battle, with the original body In the name of the Emperor, we will fight to the end."

The sergeant sighed but nodded, "I understand the company commander. I will give the order. May the Emperor bless you." "May the Emperor bless you."

Mikael watched the sergeant major turn and leave. Just as Mikael just stood up, the operator on the side turned around and shouted, "Company Commander Mikael! There is urgent news!"

"I have received enough bad news today, operator, what is it this time?" Mikael sighed and turned his head to look, but the operator's eyes were filled with excitement and sincere ecstasy. Soon Mikael saw the mortals around him cheering. They hugged each other and cheered.

Mikael and Farr looked at each other, not understanding the situation at all. The operator looked at Mikael with an almost crazy smile, then turned to look at the screen in front of him again, as if to make sure he was not really crazy.

"Company Commander, we have detected a dense subspace jump signal. The signal has been verified to be an entire company of the Dark Angels' expedition fleet, as well as three squadrons of the Imperial Navy! They have completed the jump and have all invested. In battle, praise the Emperor! We are saved!"

The mortals cheered, while Mikael frowned, "Who is their commander?"

"There is no clear identity yet, but a message from a friendly ship said that he is on his way to the surface and will soon land on the helipad outside the fortress." The operator said while looking at the screen, and everyone around him was happy Laughing happily, the operator was in a good mood, but Mikael still had some doubts.

"What's wrong? Company Commander." Fall asked from the side. Mikael shook his head and turned towards the exit of the headquarters. "Stay here to supervise the execution of the order. I'll go see who saved the horse so well." Kurag.”

Mikael walked out of the command post, and Fal walked to the holographic map slightly confused. His fingers waved the holographic map to switch its image to the space battlefield.

A new beacon appeared on that tragic space battlefield, a battleship beacon named Infinite Frontier.