Chapter 198 5, Doom: "Demon? Catch Him Alive!"

The highest-level meeting of the empire on Terra lasted for a month.

But the enemies of the Empire in the galaxy would not wait patiently for the meeting to end.

Abaddon, who was still unaware of Horus' return, was once again ready to make a move.

For several days, the Ministry of Military Affairs received a large number of signals for help.

After receiving these messages, Dukel simply released Doom and the Doom Slayers.

This is also a rare relaxation for these descendants of the Second Legion.

As long as he can get rid of those dark assembly lines, even if he fights endlessly with demons, for the Doom Slayer, it will be as relaxing and comfortable as a vacation——

"Holy Majesty, please have mercy on your people, and please help me one more time. No matter who it is, I only ask that the world of Decas does not fall. I am small and not afraid of death. I am only afraid that my failure will May the great Lord watch over and protect me."

When Moti prayed to the God-Emperor, he could always feel a surge of power to help him get rid of the influence of the warp. He regarded all this as His Majesty's great power and prayed devoutly for rescue.

Moti ordered his astropaths to send their distress signals to the stars at all times.

Terra's reforms have not yet spread to this poor world, which is so close to darkness, and it seems that all the glory cannot dispel the despair here.

The storm in the subspace became more and more intense, and Moti's heart continued to sink.

Although he knew very well that it was impossible for reinforcements to come to rescue them, he still did not want to give up that slim hope.

A few years ago, the world could still receive news from the outside world.

When he learned that the Primarchs were returning one after another and the Empire was ushering in countless victories, he was equally excited and sincerely hoped that the Empire could find a path to redemption under the leadership of the Primarchs.

At that time, he was full of hope and believed that everything would get better.

But as a few years have passed, the subspace storm has become more violent, and the world has almost completely lost contact with the outside world.

Every voyage has to face huge losses.

The astropaths can no longer send their messages to the stars. This desperate news declares that the world of Decas has been completely cut off from external signals, and they are isolated and helpless.

Under the influence of Chaos, it seems that corruption and death are their only way out.

After realizing this, even as a vice-admiral of the empire, Moti could not suppress the despair growing in his heart.

Their enemies are backed by the Eye of Terror, and there is an endless supply of troops and military supplies.

But they themselves are alone and helpless, with only their last courage and loyalty left.

The intention of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon is very clear. Once the world of Decas falls, the scope of the Eye of Terror will expand again.

This will bring great disaster to the empire.

"Lieutenant General, the third front in the west has been broken through, please support us. The Astartes monks of the Lamenters Chapter have suffered more than 30% battle losses, and the soldiers of the Cadian 732nd Regiment have also lost their effective combat capabilities. Only There is one last fort left for them to defend."

The herald's voice sounded on the communication channel.

This herald is a female soldier. Judging from her immature face, she has just grown up. The number of female soldiers in the empire's legions is not rare.

There are even female armed forces such as the Battle Sisters who are forged with bravery and faith.

In this desperate galaxy, there seems to be no distinction between genders. As long as they step into the cruel battlefield, both men and women, old and young, must bear the name of warriors.

"Did the auspicious device detect the signal from the Imperial support force?"

Moti rubbed his tired eyes. In a short period of time, he put away the despair and anxiety in his heart, and a confident look once again covered his face.

As the supreme commander of this world, he forced himself not to show any negative emotions.

If even his despair and anxiety were visible to the naked eye, it would greatly affect the morale of the legion.

"Sorry, sir." The herald shook his head, "We still haven't captured any fleet signals from the empire."

"My Emperor." Moti shrugged and said calmly, "This is not good news."

But the herald did not relax because of his actions. Instead, he continued with a solemn expression, "Sir, I have to remind you that there is much more bad news than this."

"The number of dark fleets is still increasing, and our defense lines in space are also being breached. The loss of air supremacy has brought about a chain reaction. Several of our fortresses have been subjected to orbital bombardment from space."

"The defenders of six cities surrendered to Chaos, and the living areas behind them were also corrupted by Chaos. The cultists drove a large number of Chaos zombies to attack the imperial defense line."

"besides."

"Isn't there any better news?" Moti tried his best to maintain a calm appearance and asked the herald.

But he was destined to be disappointed. The herald lowered his head. The young girl's eyes lost their luster and she just shook her head slightly.

"Hope will not disappear." Moti patted the girl on the shoulder and then gave the order,

"Mobilize the Catachan Corps to support the fortress, and request assistance from the Penitent Chapter to push the last three Rust tanks up, and ask them to hold on to the final line of defense."

Moti quickly adjusted his strategy, and the herald took out his notebook and carefully wrote down all the instructions.

"Go, for the Empire!"

"For the Empire!" In the smoke of gunfire, a loud war cry was heard, and a Catachan Legion rushed into the battlefield.

The Catachan Legion has a mysterious color in the mortal army of the Empire, so that many imperial soldiers do not know them. They only know that each of them in this legion is a muscular man, a tough man who can carry a six-barreled revolver to fight.

These soldiers who came out of the jungle originally retreated from the battlefield of Cadia.

Now they are forced to return to the battlefield.

There are also three Leman Rust tanks with them. These war machines named after the original body can be said to be walking meat grinders on the battlefield.

But even so, their arrival still did not bring too many surprises to this battlefield. On this battlefield, the demon legion also sent a large number of demon engines. Only a Catachan Legion and three tanks could not bring a decisive change to the situation.

What the soldiers most want to see are those Space Marines armed to the teeth.

Those supermen wearing power armor can always turn the tide on the battlefield and bring a decisive effect to the war.

"May the Emperor protect his people." A battlefield priest prayed softly while raising his gun and firing.

But at this moment, a low hissing sound resounded throughout the battlefield almost in an instant.

Several huge demon engines that the soldiers had never seen before, these behemoths rushed out in a mighty manner the moment the artillery position was breached.

These mechanical creations with demonic characteristics are a terrifying nightmare on the battlefield for every imperial soldier.

The souls of bloodthirsty demons are imprisoned in the hideous steel bodies.

They have an insatiable desire for killing.

They are driven by the dark allies and frantically slaughter the loyal soldiers stationed in the world of Ducas on this battlefield.

Even with the support of the Catachan Corps, the fortress here still inevitably fell.

The soldiers of Catachan could not change the situation. No matter how bravely they fought, they could not stop the offensive of the demons.

The loss of air supremacy exposed the imperial soldiers to the bombing range of the orbital guns, and the loyalists were suppressed by long-range attacks.

The Chaos Legion took this opportunity to launch a massive attack.

The terrible demon engines rampaged on the battlefield, reaping the lives of countless human soldiers.

The Chaos Space Marines wielded their chainsaw swords, and the mortals were killed without resistance. Despair filled the entire planet.

Seeing the last line of defense being breached, Moti in the command center looked up at the sky illuminated by the flames of war.

"Your Majesty, this will be the last time I pray to you. Please forgive my incompetence. I failed to hold on here."

After praying, he picked up his weapon and threw himself into the battlefield with his guards.

He gathered all the remaining loyal forces in this world into the last fortress.

The Imperial Navy Vice Admiral knew very well that the situation had reached this point and could no longer prevent the fate of failure.

But these loyal soldiers no longer care about the situation of the war.

When defeat is inevitable, then try to destroy the enemy as much as possible and offer the last loyalty to the empire.

The survivors sang hymns praising the empire and began to set traps along the fortress.

The only remaining heavy firepower weapons were also moved out without hesitation. The mechanical priests smeared scented oil on these heavy firepower and communicated with the internal machine soul.

Tactical teams with a mortal heart walked out of the fortress. They dispersed and lurked in the ruins, waiting for the appearance of the demon army.

Moti asked people to carry out all the military supplies, including a large number of canned meat that they usually didn't want to eat.

At this moment, they finally didn't need to be stingy with themselves anymore, this would be their last battle.

The soldiers enjoyed their last dinner, laughed and joked with their fighting brothers, and seriously enjoyed the pleasure conveyed to them by their taste buds when eating food.

Under the ruins of those cities, a large amount of hot melt explosives had been arranged in advance.

All the loyalists had the belief that they would die. They were powerless to defeat the enemy, and they only hoped to kill more enemies for the empire before they died.

"For the empire!" At such a moment, Moti did not give any inspiring speeches.

Because this sentence "for the empire" is the inner portrayal of everyone.

All the loyal soldiers can understand the meaning.

After eating and drinking, the soldiers returned to their positions. They held up the laser guns in their hands and waited quietly for the arrival of the enemy.

Soon, at the end of their vision, the legion covering the entire horizon came towards them like a surging wave.

The tracks crushed the mud and blood, the roar of the engine shook the whole world, and the huge demonic creation smashed the remains of civilization.

This ominous legion exuded a hateful atmosphere as a whole.

A large number of cultists spontaneously followed behind this legion. These human traitors, in order to gain the favor of their masters, rushed to the last fortress of this world one after another.

They released their desires to their heart's content, wantonly destroying everything they could see.

"For the Empire!" Someone shouted the first battle cry.

The imperial soldiers ambushed around the fortress launched an attack.

A fierce battle broke out between the loyal soldiers and the enemy.

A large number of hot melt bombs were detonated, and the sound of explosions continued to ring out.

The surviving blood angels of the Lamenters also rushed out, using the weapons in their hands to fight the most dangerous battles with those Chaos warbands.

These blood angels have almost reached their limit. In the war of this world, they have never rested.

They are just mortals after all, with the blood of Sanguinius flowing in their veins. In the continuous war, their physical strength and will have reached the limit.

But they are still extremely brave, fighting with the enemy with their beliefs. In order to protect the empire and the people of the empire behind them, they will shed their last drop of blood.

But loyalty and bravery alone cannot turn the tide of the war, and they are still slowly heading towards failure.

The demon army piled up altars full of blasphemy on the land they occupied.

Moti looked at the pile of these altars, his heart was dead, knowing that everything was irreversible.

The demon army will use the power of chaos to use the world of Dicas as a node to expand the scope of the Eye of Terror again.

The human empire will be hit hard again, and countless loyalists will die.

Everything seems to be irreversible at this moment.

Even in the outer orbital space battle, the human side is inevitably heading for failure.

The fleet of the Dark Legion is sweeping away the remaining Imperial Navy fleet.

The main force of the Navy fleet has collapsed at this moment, but there are still several flexible Moon-class fleets that are stubbornly holding back the enemy on the space battlefield.

Just as the Chaos Fleet was encircling the remaining loyal fleet.

An abnormal reading came from the void,

[The virtual realm jump has been completed, arriving at the rescue mission coordinate point, and recording this route. ]

[Alarm, alarm-enemy found. ]

No one expected that a huge fleet would suddenly jump to the center of this space battlefield.

The huge battleship with a large number of destroyers appeared here out of thin air, and all this was so unexpected.

Without detecting any subspace fluctuations, this Imperial fleet suddenly appeared in front of them like a space ghost.

Before the Dark Fleet could react, this fleet took the lead in launching an attack.

The flashes of the macro cannon and the light spears made the blasphemous things on the Chaos ships feel uncomfortable.

Then the ships that were attacked turned into silent fireworks in space.

[The truth of the circle is ready]

Doom stood at the bow of the battleship, and an abstract information from the virtual world poured into his mind, reporting to him that the weapon that would bring the final destruction was ready.

"Execute." He gave the order without hesitation.

A golden flame ring that was so huge that it almost covered the entire galaxy suddenly emerged in the void.

Then the cold and ruthless golden solar wind instantly swept the entire Chaos fleet.

In this irrational solar storm, even if the Chaos fleet opened the protective force field, it only delayed for a few seconds before it was completely destroyed and completely turned into ashes in the golden flames.

Some enemies who reacted quickly quickly turned the bow and wanted to evacuate here.

But it was too late. The Truth of the Round Thorn only released a solar wind, and nearly 70% of the Chaos Fleet in the Decas Galaxy turned into dust in space at the same time.

As the ultimate weapon in the virtual world, the Truth of the Round Thorn only released its aftermath to the real universe, and almost cleared all obstacles in this galaxy.

"This is the power of my father." Even the initiator of this attack, Doom himself, was watching all this happen in horror.

Then he turned his head and looked at the battleship deck behind him, where countless armored warriors were ready to go.

"Brothers, this place is being invaded by demons." He said, "Catch them alive, our factory needs their souls!"

Before the war, Doom did not shout any battle cry or other inspiring slogans.

Because there are only two kinds of people in this huge Second Legion fleet-the Doom Slayer and the Krieg soldiers.

When these warriors who bring pure destruction gather together, they don't need any slogans, just simple and direct orders.