Chapter 332: The Primarch Rises: The Warmaster Arrives

People say that the Astartes are the most powerful weapons ever created by the Emperor. Each of them is unstoppable. Compared to them, mortals are like tiny ants. When you appear in front of the Astartes, it is like the ants and cockroaches we encounter when walking. They will be crushed to death, and the Astartes who crush you will not even notice that you died under his feet.

The residents of Terra do not know what this means. In fact, for the Terrans, even the hooligans in the low nests think that they are superior to people in other parts of the empire. Ants? Others are ants. They are the Emperor's chosen people, born and raised under the Emperor's holy light, and are the noblest human group in this galaxy.

Even those low nests, living underground in the largest hive city cluster in the Terra Empire, those gang members who have never seen the sun in their lives, and even the mutants who wandered in the Inquisition who were considered to be aliens and then directly sent to the whole family to be killed, think so.

Yes, yes, they all know what an Astartes is. After all, the Imperial Fists' Mountain Monastery Fortress is suspended in the orbit of Terra. But after all, the Imperial Fists are the first, and they rarely come down to the ground to let the residents of Terra see them. And even if they do, the friendly Astartes cannot make them truly understand what it means to be afraid of facing an Astartes. After all, they will not shoot you with a grenade gun, or chop you into pieces with a chainsaw sword, right?

But now the Sons of Terra in this fortress know, and now they know why those Astra Militarum veterans in other parts of the solar system always tell them that if they meet a traitor Space Marine, they should turn around and run immediately, even if the political commissar points a gun at you and asks you to go back.

Even if you face the muzzle of the commissar and the war team, it is better than facing those Astartes demigods directly, because the laser gun in your hand can still save your life when facing the commissar and the war team. You can kill the commissar and the war team and run away quickly, but when facing those demigods, all you can do is find a good place to pray to the Emperor, and then shoot your head off before they arrive.

Now they understand, understand why those veterans say such heretical words, because they are now thinking about the same question, running away.

The soldiers of the Guards ran wildly in the corridor, shooting at the back while they ran, and the laser gun whistled with red light through the corridor and hit the huge power armor behind them. The laser was refracted and hit the walls on both sides as soon as it hit.

They didn't even hurt the demigod's skin, and the latter didn't even bother to hide. The traitor Astarte of the Black Legion walked on the wide warehouse avenue below the fortress. He raised his bolter, aimed at the densely packed fleeing guards in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

Unlike the fire sticks in their hands, the bolter in Astarte's hand shattered the body of the fleeing soldier with one shot. The whistling bomb hit him from behind, and the paper-like breastplate on his body was quickly pierced and torn, and the explosion and collapse of his body and the steaming rotten flesh were sprayed forward on the ground.

The guards screamed and ran forward, firing aimlessly backwards. Those who mustered up the courage to stop the demigods found that they could not even delay the giants' forward steps for a moment. The flashing muzzles at the other end of the corridor sent strong whistling bullets, and the bodies of these soldiers exploded one by one. The only thing they could do was to turn their broken bodies into new colors on the wall.

People always say that the guards used their meaningless sacrifices to buy that moment of time for the Lord of Humanity. They suffered thousands of casualties just to buy the last second for the Emperor, but the cold fact is that the guards here can't even delay that second. They can only be slaughtered in front of these Astartes.

Some of the traitor Astartes walking side by side were holding bolt guns, some were holding a bolt pistol in one hand, and dragging a roaring chain sword in the other hand. They walked side by side like a high wall of death, crushing all the mortal warriors who tried to resist like a meat grinder.

The traitor wearing heavy black armor walked through the corridor. The mortal soldier who fell in front of him after a leg was broken was crawling on the ground with difficulty. He watched the Astartes walking behind him crawling desperately, but the speed of his hands dragging on the ground was completely inferior to that of the Astartes walking in big strides.

"Emperor! No! I won't ask you anymore!" The guard turned over and screamed at the Astartes who walked in front of him. He looked at the huge iron foot raised and screamed and begged, but as I said before, they were like ants, a group of ants that would not be looked at even if they were stepped on.

The traitor Astartes crushed the guard in front of him, his whole head and body were squeezed and exploded in an instant, and the splattered flesh and blood sprayed all around like a crushed water balloon, and the rotten meat was scattered on the ground, while the Black Legion Astartes who stepped on him raised his bolt pistol with one hand and fired two shots.

His accurate shooting instantly killed the two guards who rushed to the end of the explosion-proof roadblock. They were about to rush through the armored gate between the roadblocks, but they were shot and exploded as soon as they reached out to the handle of the heavy gate, and their flesh and blood sprayed on the gate and the shooting window on the side.

The edge of the shooting window was quickly covered with a layer of steaming rotten meat. The guard sergeant standing behind it screamed. He looked at the guards who were desperately running in the corridor. Their faces were full of pure fear. Everyone was scrambling to escape from the black shadows of death behind them.

"Fire! Fire now!" The sergeant turned his head and shouted loudly to the laser gunner behind him. The gunner wearing a helmet sitting behind the laser gun was startled. He looked at the gun barrel in front of him and aimed at the guards fleeing in the corridor.

"But sergeant, we still have people outside! They are all in the shooting range. If we fire, they will be hit!"

"If you don't fire, we will be hit! So in the name of the Emperor! Damn fire!" The sergeant turned his head and roared at the shooter to give orders. The latter was startled and looked at the corridor outside the window. He just turned his head and saw a whistling bomb.

The rotating bullet accurately passed through the narrow shooting window in front of him, whizzed directly from the upper side of the laser cannon and smashed the head of the loader next to the shooter. He didn't even have time to scream, and he was probably dead before he could react.

The shooter was shocked to see the loader plopped down beside him. His body instinctive movement immediately replaced rationality. The shooter pulled the trigger suddenly and the machine gun in front of him roared immediately. The flashing lasers hit the corridor like a rainstorm.

The other guards who were running in it were instantly swept down in groups. Their bodies were torn into pieces in the hot red light rainstorm. One of the guards standing in the middle of the road was unable to fall down because of the continuous frontal laser bombardment. His body was directly hit and exploded instantly.

Amid the blood and blood mist flying all over the corridor, the violent heavy laser beams bombarded the advancing traitor Astartes. The blazing red light of the laser cannon hit them like pedestrians advancing in a rainstorm, and the front of all the black-armored Astartes was instantly swallowed by the red light.

But those Astartes immediately dodged to the vehicles on both sides of the corridor and behind those armored warships with the same quick movements. The firepower of the laser cannon hit those vehicles, and the roaring and fierce bombardment broke the vehicles into pieces. The truck behind the black legion Astarte holding the grenade gun quickly collapsed under the dense artillery fire.

The side of its body splashed a lot of steel fragments under a series of fierce bombardments, and at the end of the corridor, the shooter holding the trigger of the laser cannon with both hands was shouting and firing wildly. He swept the laser cannon in his hand back and forth across the corridor, blocking the forward route in the corridor with the rain-like laser firepower.

They may have thought they were saved, they successfully blocked the Astartes' advance, but the fact is that they were too happy too early. The Astartes the guards faced were the Black Legion, the traitor warriors who had fought for thousands of years, and they could not be stopped.

The Black Legion traitor squatting behind the truck nodded to his brother on the other side of the roaring laser barrage. The sword-wielding traitor squatting behind a Chimaira armored vehicle without tracks nodded slightly. He hung his chainsaw sword on his belt and took out something from his back.

Suddenly, the Black Legion traitor on this side of the truck rushed out, took out a grenade with his backhand and threw it directly in the direction of the laser cannon. The grenade drew a graceful arc in the air and fell in the direction of the roadblock.

The shooter behind the roadblock noticed the object immediately. He was concentrating on the front and noticed the movement almost immediately. He immediately raised the muzzle and aimed at the grenade, firing a burst of fire. The roaring laser beam bombarded the grenade. Countless laser beams instantly hit the grenade, and instantly blew up the object in mid-air.

But the object was not a grenade, but a flash bomb. When the laser beam blew it up, the flash powder sealed inside it spread out. The magnesium powder burned violently under the burning of the laser. The dazzling flash instantly engulfed the shooter's vision. He and the soldiers and sergeants around him instinctively closed their eyes in the strong light.

And this was the last scene that most of them had ever seen in their lives. At the same time as they closed their eyes, the sword-wielding traitor squatting behind the Chimera armored vehicle strode out. His tactical helmet ensured that the strong light had no effect on him, and he could raise his gun and aim normally in the light.

Raise your gun and aim with the plasma pistol.

The sergeant opened his eyes, which were painfully illuminated by the strong light, and looked forward. His blurred eyes, wet with tears, saw the plasma gun. He instantly stared at the muzzle of the gun with wide eyes.

Plasma was shot out from the muzzle of the plasma gun, and the whistling blue plasma body shot into the roadblock. The violent explosion instantly threw the sergeant out. He fell heavily to the ground. The sergeant covered his painful shoulder and cursed, but when he raised his head and saw his body, he widened his eyes in horror.

"Ah!!!!" The sergeant screamed, he looked at his disappearing lower body and screamed heartbreakingly. He looked around for someone who could save him while screaming, and he soon saw a soldier staggering out of the explosion smoke on one side.

The man was covered in dust and dust, and his gun was nowhere to be found, but he was obviously still able to move and pull himself away.

"You! Pull me away quickly! Before they come up!" the sergeant yelled at the man, but just as the man raised his head and looked in the direction of the sergeant, he turned his head because of the sound of heavy footsteps. He pointed at something behind him, and then was pierced by a chain sword that suddenly came out of the smoke.

The guard was stuck in the chain sword. Another Black Legion traitor walking from the smoke on the other side of the corridor stepped into the sergeant's field of vision. He grabbed the guard stuck in his sword and directly killed him. It was torn off, and his entire body was torn apart instantly, and the huge palm tore it off from one side of the chain saw.

The sergeant looked at the newly emerged Black Legion traitor. He stared wide-eyed at the other traitors walking out of the smoke behind him. The sergeant then heard new footsteps, coming from the footsteps in front of him.

He turned to look in front of him and saw the traitor of the Black Legion who was already walking from the direction of the wreckage of the laser cannon explosion. He led his men out of the smoke, and he took the lead towards the direction of the sergeant, holding a The bolter hung down at his side.

"Death to the traitor! Long live the Emperor!" The sergeant was a brave man. He did not scream for mercy in the desperate situation. He grabbed the laser pistol that fell by his side and pointed it at the traitor and fired. Face the traitor with dignity and courage.

And his dignity may have impressed the traitor. Instead of trampling him to death like an ant, the Black Legion traitor raised his bolter and shot the sergeant in the head.

The sergeant's body collapsed on the ground, and the traitor Astartes walked past his body. He and the leader of the newly appeared Black Legion team nodded to each other, and then led their respective teams to the end of the corridor. .

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"Fire!"

Standing on the heavy artillery turret with bare arms and sweating profusely, the strong artilleryman roared loudly. With his roar, the main body of the rail gun located in the basement below the core bunker of the fortress erupted with a roar. The huge heavy cannon It pushed backwards instantly and sprayed out huge air pressure.

The hydraulic rails installed on both sides of the heavy gun were activated quickly. The coaxial crawler tracks removed the impact force of the ground-based macro gun's gun body under high-intensity recoil. The gun body, which was several stories tall, was re-assembled under the pull of the hydraulic long rod and the track. Return slowly.

As the huge macro-cannon body returned to its ready-to-fire position, the naked gunner standing on its side bracket supported the armrest and shouted at the artillerymen below. His voice was quite loud, even if there was no sound of gunfire. It's still so huge out of artillery instinct.

"Load! Load immediately!" the artilleryman yelled. He looked at the gantry crane behind him, which was fixed on the ceiling of the bunker. The surrounding artillerymen quickly lowered the steel rope hooks and hung them on the huge macro cannon. Cannonballs, they waved their arms and shouted at the operator on one side.

The operator sitting in the control room of the gantry crane immediately nodded. He quickly operated the instruments in front of him. The huge gantry crane quickly straightened its rope, and the heavy macro-cannon shells slowly moved amidst the roar of the crane. The ground was lifted up, and the huge cannonball was dragged off the ground by the gantry crane, and then was dragged close to the barrel of the giant cannon.

Standing on the ground, the political commissar wearing a black military coat and the iconic red belt tied around his waist looked at the loaded artillery shells. Countless artillerymen worked together to push the ten-ton shells into the barrel. The soldiers and machinery worked together. Working together to push the cannonball.

The political commissar looked at them with great satisfaction. Soon the huge macro cannon would be able to fire another shot. He watched the thick cannonball being slowly pushed into the barrel, but the other group of people might not satisfy the political commissar. .

The political commissar in a military coat and the military police behind him turned to look at the hasty guards rushing into the artillery bunker. Most of them were panicked. Many of them had literally abandoned their armor and weapons. , either one of the breastplate and the steel helmet is missing, or both are missing.

These panicked soldiers screamed and fled into the bunker. The political commissar watched these panicked soldiers strode forward and grabbed one of them by the collar. He grabbed the soldier and pushed him back among his panicked comrades. , he bumped into a guard holding a laser gun behind him.

The two collided with each other and fell to the ground at the same time, but the fleeing guards behind them all stopped. They crowded together and looked at the political commissar in front of them and the military policeman behind him who was pointing guns at them, angry. The political commissar was furious when he looked at the soldiers in front of him who were disheveled, abandoned their helmets and armor and fled for their lives.

"Stand at attention, everyone! Look how decent you are! Those who abandon their armor are like a group of deserters!" The political commissar looked at the guards who fell on the ground and cursed angrily. The latter struggled to get up from the ground. His clothes were in a mess, and there were a lot of dried blood on them, although he didn't know whether they were his own or someone else's.

"The commissar has lost the fortress! There are traitorous Space Marines everywhere! Our weapons hit them like fire sticks! Many people died and only we managed to escape!"

The panicked soldier got up. He looked at the political commissar in front of him whose eyes were bloodshot due to fear. The other deserters behind him were also similar. They all looked at the political commissar in front of them in horror. Fear occupied all their thoughts, including some. The young people are still trembling now.

The political commissar frowned suddenly when he looked at the deserters in front of him, and the deserters continued to shout. The completely irrational shouts echoed throughout the bunker, "Let's run! While those traitorous Astartes are Run now! Otherwise we will all die here!"

The deserter looked around at the surrounding artillerymen and shouted. All the artillerymen stopped what they were doing and looked down at the shouting guards. All the artillerymen with their bare upper bodies and arms looked at each other in disbelief.

The guard who was completely panicked was still shouting, but just as he turned to look at the political commissar before he could say anything, he was shot through the head, and with the sound of a gunshot, he was hit in the face. There was a burning hole, which was the bullet hole pierced through the head by the laser gun, the light bullet from the laser gun in the hand of the political commissar.

The political commissar held the laser gun with a little smoke coming out of the muzzle and shouted. He looked around at the artillery below and all the soldiers around him and shouted, "Confuse the morale of the army! These deserters are doing it to themselves." Find a reason to flee! They just encountered an enemy with slightly stronger firepower, and they were panicked and thought they were Space Marines! Give them a seemingly reasonable excuse for their cowardly behavior!"

"What they encountered was just a group of ordinary Chaos enemies! Mutants! Just bigger mutants! In the name of the Emperor, we will defend our position. No one can shake the morale of the army and become deserters!"

The political commissar roared and pointed his gun at the deserters gathered in front of him. The military police behind him also raised their guns and aimed at these deserters. They were in panic when facing the laser gun muzzle, but no one turned around and returned to the corridor. Go, their bodies were frozen due to extreme fear.

The political commissar roared angrily when he saw them. He waved the laser gun in his hand, "Come back! You cowards! Cowards! Remember the light of the Emperor, and he will protect you and be invincible, no matter what you face." What’s right!”

"Oh? Really? Can he protect you and defeat me?" Something behind the political commissar said. The political commissar looked at the guards in front of him whose expressions were distorted by infinite fear. He slowly turned his head to look at the thing behind him. Towards the huge creature that suddenly appeared behind him.

It was a black steel mountain. He stood behind the political commissar and suddenly raised his lightning claws. The roaring lightning claws instantly tore the political commissar's body into pieces. His black military coat and red belt were attached to it. His flesh and blood were instantly chopped apart.

The moment the black giant killed the political commissar, he swung his sharp claws with his backhand. The military policeman wearing a Skyhawk hanging plate on his neck raised his laser gun and pointed it at the giant's head. His move was correct. That was the only part of the giant's body that was not armored, and those without a helmet were exposed to the muzzle of the gun.

That was the military police's best chance. After all, the Astartes' head was also made of flesh. The hell laser gun in his hand could hit the traitor in heavy armor in the head. , but only if he can make that shot.

The brave military policeman loyal to the emperor raised his laser gun and aimed it at the giant. But just as he raised the gun and was about to press it with his finger, the giant swung out a palm with his backhand, and the roaring lightning claws were instantly cut off. He looked at the laser gun in the hand of the military policeman, which was broken and falling apart, and his own hand.

The hands of the military policeman were cut off neatly, and the blood in the arteries spurted into the air, like blood snowflakes rolling in the air. At the same time, the military police scraper on his chest was broken, which the soldiers "affectionately" called The scraper of the dog leash cracked instantly, and as the scraper broke, the military policeman was also knocked out.

His torn body hit the gantry crane control room on one side. The body smashed into the glass window, and blood spattered on the window, startling the operator behind him. The man screamed out of the control room. He escaped, but was shot to pieces as soon as he took a few steps.

The deserters who were crowded together turned in horror to look at the source of the gunfire that shattered the operator. It was the Black Legion commando who had just massacred them in the corridor. They walked in from the door on the side of the bunker, holding the weapons in their hands. Bolters and chainsaws quickly began to harvest the surrounding survivors.

The whizzing bombs turned the artillerymen on the macro-cannon supports into flying pieces. Their bodies were torn apart by the bombardment, and the strong men of the artillerymen were shot with bare arms. His head was exploded, and then he was shattered and driven away by the next explosive bomb. The remains of his body along with bone fragments were sprayed directly on the macro cannon behind him.

The corpses of the artillery soldiers fell from the supports. Their appearance was completely unrecognizable. The deserters looked at the fallen corpses in horror. Then, the sudden sound of footsteps suddenly attracted their attention and looked forward. They saw the huge giant standing in front of them.

He stood in front of the deserters, staring at the unlucky ones in front of him with scarlet eyes. Also scarlet was the blood dripping from his paws. In the blink of an eye, he had already killed all the military policemen, those wearing dogs. The chain of military policemen all fell behind him, like a bunch of rotten meat sprayed from a meat grinder.

There are other tall giants behind him. The black giants wearing Terminator power armor and helmets equipped with huge mammoth tusks are standing behind him. Those killing giants walking upright have killed all the remaining ones. Everyone, the entire bunker was littered with torn bodies.

Now only the deserters are left alive here. They stand in front of the scarlet-eyed giant. They are so scared that their legs can hardly stand as they look at the terrifying Lord of Destruction. The deserters look at the giant in front of them. , he was not wearing a helmet, so all the deserters on the scene could pick up their guns and swarm him and blow his head off.

Many of them may be killed instantly, but the remaining people can also rely on their numbers to smash the monster's head with a dense laser beam before being killed, even if they will be killed by the traitors around them later. Death, but they still have a chance to destroy the emperor's great enemy before them.

And believe me, if the lives of more than a dozen guardsmen can replace the guy with the sky-high braid in front of him, it will definitely be a bloody gain, the kind of bloody gain that can cover the entire Terra with the smoke rising from the ancestral graves.

But they didn't. None of the deserters bravely raised their guns. Everyone stood in front of him tremblingly, their hands weak as if the weapons in their hands weighed a thousand kilograms. The gestures of the giant in front of them could scare them to suffocation. .

A pair of round eyes looked at the monster in front of him. He raised his scarlet eyes and looked at the deserters in front of him, "Run, little rabbits of the false emperor, run."

He said this, but none of the deserters moved. They stood in front of him with weak legs, and their pupils trembled in fear as they looked at the giant in front of them. They seemed not to understand his words, and the giant raised his hand. He raised his sharp claws and pointed at the door behind him and roared.

"Run! Bring the news of my arrival to Vito Constantine! Tell him! Tell him that I have landed on the land of Terra! I will win!"

"I let you run!!" The giant roared, and he suddenly raised one leg and stepped on the deserters in front of him, and then they ran away like wind-up toys.

They ran away from both sides of the destruction giant in front of them. The remaining ten or so people screamed and ran between the terminators. They ran as fast as they could in their lives, not even daring to look at the people on both sides. A giant look.

The braided giant turned around. He looked in the direction of the fleeing crowd and raised his power claws in front of him, "Run! Bring the fear back to the palace! The whole of Terra will tremble under my feet!"

"Tell them, tell the Emperor, the Warmaster is back, and I will level the palace and end the long war!"

"Long live the Warmaster! Long live the Legion!" A Terminator behind the giant raised his claws and shouted. The Terminators around him and the black Legion veterans wearing ordinary power armor all raised their own claws. The weapons roared, bolters and chainswords raised high, and the thunderous roar echoed through the bunker.

The deserters fled the bunker with deafening roars, and behind them, the Warmaster of Destruction named Abaddon stood in the center, raising his power claw high.

"Let Terra burn!"

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