Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 623 Artificial Doomsday

  boom!

The bronze gunboat emerged from the clouds, and its scanning array like a fly's compound eye probed downwards. Immediately, it faced the firepower of anti-aircraft weapons, leaving patches of dark green fire rain on the ground.

Thousands of fighter planes were released, adjusting their directions while being captured by gravity, and then after entering the atmosphere at an altitude of 50,000 meters, they rotated and spread their iron wings, revealing their hideous faces to the ground.

The view continued upwards - at an altitude of nearly 4 kilometers from the ground, a crack spanning nearly a thousand kilometers was silently opening.

More than a dozen space warships of large cruiser size and above had just emerged from the subspace and they couldn't wait to adjust their attack angles in the direction of Pesma.

And just a moment later, the thick column of light had already penetrated the forty-kilometer-thick atmosphere, arriving first amid waves of terrifying howling sounds that pierced the air!

Go back five minutes in time, to just before the warp rift opened.

On the battlefield where he was fighting the main force of the Imperial Fleet, Mortarion finally received the signal he wanted - the Demonic Tide.

Since the beginning of the war, the death, fear, despair and distortion that Mortarion brought to this galaxy finally broke through a certain threshold in the form of a surging demonic tide at this moment.

In response to his call, Nagog's corrupted power began to gain the upper hand here again, bringing the many evils that were suppressed by the Grey Knights back to reality.

The power of the Warp poured into reality wantonly, shrouding the entire Chaos fleet in a black and purple mist.

And at the moment when the Imperial Fleet and the Blackstone Fortress's auspicious instruments failed, Mortarion got what he wanted and completed a premeditated death jump with the entire fleet!

  The Endurance, which was supposed to be on the battlefield in front of the Blackstone Fortress, disappeared from the sight of the Imperial Navy, and then reappeared from the other side of the galaxy!

What made the Imperial Fists and naval commanders' hearts stop was that the place where it jumped out was exactly the orbital defense line that had just been torn apart after the Pierce V was pierced and fell into silence!

The Death Guard's flagship, the Endurance, emerged from the center of the dark rift like a huge bronze coffin.

Visible or invisible demons cheered and roared as they leaped past the huge body of the Endurance. Billions of seeds carrying the power of corruption were spread to the planet beneath their feet by the force of gravity.

"Destruction, only destruction!"

Nearly ten thousand legion soldiers were roaring silently in the chaotic fleet, and more souls that were integrated into these semi-biological fleets were whispering!

The Black Mechanicus priests crawled through the corridors like centipedes, caressing the intestines of these creatures that could barely be called space battleships with their densely packed blade feet.

  And after all these blasphemies and distortions were gathered together, they all converged towards their common master!

The demon primarch who had fallen into Chaos felt the boundless power in his body, and looked at the world beneath his feet with a detached yet indifferent gaze.

  At the moment when the demonic tide reached its peak, he slowly stretched out his palm and pointed it towards the orbit of Pesma, then grasped it from a distance with ease!

hum!

It was like a bomb with a fuse lit, or like the first atom collapsing in a fusion reaction chain.

  The huge psychic energy fluctuations spread in a ring shape with Mortarion as the center, and the huge demonic tide centered on the Warp rift, and the billions of demons screaming and rushing towards the planet, turned into ashes in the next moment!

Countless demons and unborn beings were sacrificed at the last second before they were about to touch real life!

  The howls that could be heard throughout the galaxy declared their unwillingness!

And it was this force, under the control of Mortarion, that forcibly penetrated the energy shield of the planet world of Pesma, causing hundreds of field generators distributed across the planet to shut down at the same time!

"Destroy! Destroy everything here!" Mortarion ordered in a low voice. Unleashing the power of the demonic tide ahead of time was his compromise with the current situation. The unexpected resistance on the Gothic battlefield made the progress of the entire battle far behind his expectations.

The pace of the war must be accelerated, Mortarion vaguely realized the threat.

Reinforcements from the Empire were coming from all directions, but in Mortarion's eyes, the Black Legion, as a friendly force, was not trustworthy.

Father, in Mortarion's opinion, Abaddon's control over that barely confined warband was limited to the time before it broke out of the Eye of Terror's blockade.

And once they passed through the Imperial blockade, he had only theoretical control over these warbands...

In the worship hall of the Endurance, the Death Shrouds and Chaos Lords knelt on the ground facing the portholes. They had no idea of ​​Mortarion's predicament, but they knew that the majesty of that figure at this moment was comparable to that of a god.

"As you wish!" The bronze-armored giants gladly responded and then each walked towards their own war gangs.

In response to Mortarion's decree, the entire fleet adjusted its angle at the same time, aiming the bellies of the warships at the ground.

Nearly ten thousand Astartes warriors, led by Chaos Lords, stepped into the airdrop pods called Death Claws in groups.

  So, thousands of years later, the most representative tactic of the Great Crusade era - legion-level orbital airborne landing, once again appeared in the territory of the empire!

The dense rocket tail flames in orbit dimmed the sky for a moment!

"Stop! We can't go any further!" Instinctively feeling some kind of threat, Calvin said towards the cockpit.

After receiving his reminder, the experienced Storm Eagle pilots have noticed the threat in the sky, so the already red tail flames of the Storm Eagles suddenly turned blue, and the rocket ejection holes on the sides opened one after another.

  The fuselage weighing over a hundred tons began to vibrate violently, and after a rapid drop in altitude over a short distance, it drew a violent arc in the air!

"Your mission ends here. You can move freely from now on!"

Calvin spoke to the escort aircraft on the other side of the communication channel. Above the valley, the escort aircraft circled over their heads after seeing the Storm Eagles complete their landing, and headed straight for the battlefield.

"They went back." Sutherland looked at the direction the fleet left and was not optimistic about the prospects of those soldiers.

Talos just nodded slightly without saying anything, then squinted his eyes and looked towards the end of the sky.

"The conditions for the airborne strike are ready, they are coming!" He whispered to Calvin, but got no response. So Talos looked at Calvin, who was also in the same posture.

"madman!"

Sure enough, the next second, Calvin exclaimed angrily.

Because within his vast psychic perception, closer than the thousands of death claws representing Astartes, was a giant ship that was seven kilometers long and falling at a terrifying speed!