Chapter 94 The End of the Age: Son of Dorne

The Phalanx, the largest, most powerful and oldest mobile space fortress in the history of the human empire. Well, I know there is also the Blackstone Fortress, but that thing was not made by humans, right? So the Phalanx deserves its name.

No one knows when the Phalanx was built and for what purpose. People now only know that it is the ancient monastery fortress of the Imperial Fists, and one of the two ancient legacies of the Imperial Fists and the Black Templars that Rogal Dorn gave to his two "eldest son" regiments.

During the second military construction process after the promulgation of the Codex, Dorn handed over his Glorious Queen-class flagship to the Black Templars. Today, the great longship is still the monastery of the Black Templars and the eternal core of countless expedition fleets.

The commander sits on the throne that once belonged to Dorn, commanding and leading the eternal expedition that lasted for tens of millions of years.

The Imperial Fists inherited the Phalanx, the former and current headquarters of the Imperial Fists Chapter. Even though tens of millions of years have passed and the Chapter is unable to perform and use all the functions of the entire fortress due to the size of only a thousand men, this great space fortress is still one of the most proud weapons of the Empire.

Countless generations ago, since the Imperial Fists accepted the Emperor's appointment as the Iron Guard of Terra, the Phalanx and the loyal descendants of the Imperial Fists have been guarding the orbit of Terra and the sacred sky of the origin of mankind.

For tens of millions of years, the Phalanx has had a unique and supreme honorary power that symbolizes the Emperor's trust. The Phalanx and the Imperial Power are the only armed platforms that can remain armed and in a state of firing at any time within the orbit of Terra. In other words, if the Imperial Fists are willing, they can use the powerful fortress firepower to bomb the palace at any time and turn the Golden Throne into ashes.

But this heresy has never happened, and the sons of Dorne will not allow it to happen. For thousands of years, they have defended the starry sky of Terra. Even if the regiment sometimes sends companies away from Terra to assist and support other imperial war zones, the Phalanx and its permanently stationed battle brothers have never left Terra.

Their sacred mission does not allow them to leave until recently.

Thor Garadon, the captain of the 3rd Company of the Imperial Fists, smashed the skull of a Khorne bloodletter with one punch. The abominable monster fell heavily to the ground. Before he roared and grabbed the bloodletting sword to fight back, he was smashed in the head by Captain Garadon's explosive fist.

Captain Galadon raised the right arm of the Terminator armor and fired at the demons rushing in the corridor. The fierce artillery fire of the explosive bombs bombarded the demons rushing in. Countless flesh and broken limbs splashed everywhere in the workshop hall of the Phalanx. The resolute captain faced the demons rushing in without changing his expression. The bright flames of the explosive bombs lit up one side of Galadon's armor, and the eye-catching flames continued to illuminate the rugged and resolute face.

And he was not fighting alone. His fighting brothers immediately appeared from both sides. The recruits of the Seventh Company holding bolt guns spewed out destructive explosive bombs and artillery fire. The storm-like explosive bomb fire bombarded the demon enemies, splashing blood on the Khorne demons, but obviously they did not feel any fear.

The crazy demons continued to rush, as if they could not feel any fear at all. The horned Khorne demons held bloody swords and battle axes and launched a fierce charge.

Captain Galadon's bolt trap continued to emit thunderous gunfire. He calmly watched the demons being killed in front of him, his calmness was surprising, but everything changed a moment later.

A Space Marine wearing scarlet power armor rushed out from the corridor at the end of the forge workshop. His armor logo was eye-catching and clear, and the logo of the World Eaters was under the countless pale skulls hanging.

The Khorne warrior used his shield to knock away a large number of his own people. He rushed forward with a roar on his iron hooves. The Khorne champion rushed forward with a shield in hand against the firepower of the Imperial Fists, and the long-handled battle axe in his hand killed an approaching Imperial Fists warrior at close range.

The warrior with the Seventh Company painted on his shoulder armor raised his bolt gun and fired at the evil World Eaters traitor, but the bolt gun fire was completely unable to destroy the shield. In the end, the approaching demon champion swung his battle axe and shattered the visor of his helmet.

The son of Dorn fell to the ground with a bang, but the demon did not stop to enjoy the victory. His initial target was the tallest, most powerful, and most worthy Imperial warrior dedicated to Khorne!

The demon roared and launched a swift charge. The Space Marines of the Imperial Fists fired at full force, but none of them could break its shield. Just as a brother of the regiment appeared with a plasma cannon and was ready to fire, Galadon raised his iron fist to signal him to attack the Khorne demon army behind the monster.

The brothers of the regiment obeyed the order without any hesitation, and the plasma body hit the Khorne demon army. The plasma plasma that burst out instantly burned and dissolved several Khorne demons.

The remaining battle brothers immediately poured all their artillery fire on the charging Khorne Legion, and countless fierce firepower bombarded from both sides of the World Eater Champion.

The World Eater roared that since he had thrown away his shield, he rushed towards Captain Galadon irrationally with a battle axe in his hand, but it was obvious that the captain did not intend to do anything shameful, but accepted the challenge.

The World Eater raised his axe and slashed it down fiercely. Galadon instantly raised his iron fist to meet the blow and blocked it. The World Eater roared, drew back the bloody axe and slashed at Galadon's neck from the side, attacking the neck that was not covered with a helmet.

But Garadon dodged at a speed that was totally inconsistent with his Terminator armor physique. His left fist grabbed the wrist of the World Eater, and then immediately pressed the muzzle of the gauntlet on his chest.

Garadon pulled the trigger of the gauntlet, and in an instant half of the World Eater's body was beaten into a splattering rain of flesh and blood, and the incomplete body fell in front of Garadon.

But just as the captain let go of his hand, several of his battle brothers were hit by the gauntlet and fell to the ground and died. Garadon looked at the source of the firepower.

The traitors of the Black Legion strode out from the corridor of the foundry hall. The traitors under Abaddon fired fiercely at the Imperial Fists with grenade launchers. The grenade broke the steel frames in the foundry hall and made broken gaps in the boilers.

The Imperial Fists soldiers collapsed to the ground, but their battle brothers showed no signs of losing their composure. The iron discipline and adherence to the creed of the Chapter allowed them to calmly continue to aim and shoot in an orderly manner.

But Garadon's mission was to ensure their survival. All Imperial Fists would gladly die for the Emperor, but their death must have its value, but that value was not reflected here.

"Retreat." Garadon said to the sergeant beside him amid the sound of gunfire, and the latter immediately accepted the order without hesitation. Then Garadon looked at the pharmacist who was already in place beside him, and the captain nodded to the pharmacist affirmatively.

The pharmacist veteran of the third company immediately rushed to the side of the sacrificed battle brother, and the cutting tool on his tool arm immediately began to work. The cutting chain saw roughly cut through the power armor and took out the brothers' gene seeds from underneath it.

"Sorry, brothers." The pharmacist put the hot gene seeds into the potion cans, and then he safely inserted them into the backpack on his back and immediately stood up and retreated. The pharmacist held a bolt pistol and fired while retreating.

With the return of the pharmacist, all the Imperial Fists began to retreat. The Space Marines in yellow armor evacuated from the corridor of the foundry hall. One by one, the soldiers fired and retreated in a disciplined and efficient retreat without any panic was completed quickly.

Galadon fired and retreated to the entrance. The traitors of the Black Legion bombarded the captain with bolts, and one bolt even flew past the captain's arm.

Galadon looked at the enemy calmly without any panic. The demon wave without fire suppression was coming like a tsunami. Galadon calmly raised his iron fist and shot at the foundry boiler on the side.

The supporting legs were broken precisely, and as the structure broke, the entire giant boiler tilted and fell instantly. Galadon retreated into the corridor, and the entrance behind him was immediately sealed by the ancient battle group forging boiler.

This loss is irreversible. Each of the ancient creations of the battle group has a history of ten thousand years, but now they must destroy them to prevent greater losses.

Galadon resolutely strode back and caught up with his battle brothers. They rushed through the corridor of the Phalanx and immediately joined the new battle when they left the entrance at the other end.

In the third hall, the Khorne demons were about to rush to the other side of the temple stairs, where a group of brothers were resisting.

Galadon immediately led his Imperial Fists warriors to insert from the side and rear of the demons. Galadon took the lead in launching an attack, and the Terminator armor strode forward in the scarlet wave as if entering an unmanned area.

The Imperial Fists soldiers followed closely behind the captain, using bolters and chainswords to carve a bloody path. Soon they killed through the waves of demons and reached the end of the stairs. Galadon turned around and stood in front of the stairs. The bolter gloves began to fire at full force. The dazzling light of the artillery lit up the end of the stairs filled with the bodies of demons and Imperial Fists soldiers.

Galadon's soldiers immediately rushed up the stairs. They quickly reached the brother's position at the top of the stairs. The new recruits of the 7th Company of the Imperial Fists who still had ammunition immediately joined the defense. They fired fiercely from the top of the stairs, creating blooming blood flowers in the Khorne army.

The roaring demons rushed to Captain Galadon one after another, but the captain stood firm. The bolter gloves shot and killed the charging demons one by one. He stood between his brothers and the bodies of the demons, blocking the tide of demons like an iron wall.

Galadon is absolutely worthy of the saying "one man can block the pass, ten thousand men cannot break through". The son of Dorn stood expressionlessly on the steps of the Great Temple, and the gauntlet in his hand lit up the surrounding space.

The terrifying demons rushed forward one after another, and the gauntlets kept changing their directions and firing, but those dark red Khorne demons did not have the slightest fear. They stepped on the bodies of their fallen compatriots and rushed towards the captain.

Soon the captain was almost drowned, and his brothers in the regiment above his head quickly provided support. Several veterans wearing Terminator armor walked out of the gate of the temple. They held storm grenade guns and strongly supported Galadon.

The captain began to slowly retreat backwards. He retreated to the steps and continued to fire fiercely while retreating. The flames of the gauntlets lit up and engulfed the sea of ​​demons in front of him.

The storm bolters in the hands of the Terminator veterans lit up the surrounding space. Soon, Garadon retreated to the top and joined them. The veterans of the chapter blocked the stairs and vented their firepower downwards. The scarlet waves seemed to hit the wave-breaking slope, and blood flowed down the stairs like a waterfall.

Garadon nodded to the sergeant, who nodded affirmatively and then led the brothers of the chapter to retreat into the gate of the temple. Only Garadon and the Terminator veterans were left outside the gate.

The flashing lights of guns and cannons lit up the front of their breastplates. They blocked the surging demon army, and the gate of the temple behind them began to slowly descend.

The heavy gate under the Imperial Eagle logo creaked down, and Galadon raised his iron arm and swung it back, and the Terminator veterans began to retreat.

The veterans retreated into the falling gate, and only Galadon remained outside. The captain smashed the skull of a bloodletter with a punch, and then he shot a Khorne hound's basin. The monster fell to the ground, and behind him, the demons had already surged onto the platform at the top of the stairs.

Galadon retreated, using a full set of almost overheated bolt guns to block the demon army. The brothers behind him crouched on both sides of the gate and fired outwards. Their artillery fire helped the captain temporarily block the fierce enemy.

Galadon retreated into the door. He stood under the door frame and fired with his brothers. In the dark space outside, only the space near the door was illuminated by the artillery fire, and the faces of the demons were also illuminated.

But as the gate slowly fell, everything disappeared. The heavy gate almost fell and blocked the artillery fire of the Space Marines. In this brief moment, a Khorne hound got out of the gap below.

It raised its head and roared at Galadon, but was immediately crushed by the captain's foot. The hound's brain and blood sprayed all over the entire doorpost on both sides.

The gate was lowered, and all the fear was blocked outside.