Warhammer, but Emperor's Chosen

The Battle Sister frowned as she watched. The existence of mutants on this planet was not strange in itself. These mutants with contaminated genes were almost born Chaos believers. The plague zombies might have been created by them.

But the problem is-

Aren't these mutants a little too primitive?

Their long cloaks were woven from scales with shimmering patterns, and their brocaded armor was also made of lacquered scales. Most of them had cross belts full of daggers and primitive-looking black powder pistols, and a few crudely made rifles were scattered on the ground.

Even though these mutants were supposed to be short of clothes and bullets, Devon was an industrial world where even the gangs in the bottom nest knew how to assemble a scrap gun out of scrap! In a highly developed industrial world, how on earth were these guns that used black powder made?

And those clothes are made of animal skins. Where on earth do so many wild animals come from on an industrial planet?

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When the two sides came into close combat, the Emperor's Children's defense line could no longer be maintained. Even though they had rich combat experience, their numerical disadvantage forced them to fight on their own.

Narcissa stood behind the defense line, staring closely at someone on the battlefield, her eyes sometimes obsessed and sometimes resentful:

"Oh~! He is such a beauty!"

"But why? Why would he be willing to serve the Corpse King?"

"Prince Joy loves you so much and is so tolerant of you, but why do you always insist on being wrong?"

Narcissa opened her mutated mouth that had tentacles growing out of it and bit her own crab claws, complaining to herself like a nagging woman.

Beside Narcissa, the two Emperor's children looked at his face covered with gold powder and paint, and his mouth full of fangs inlaid with pearls, in fascination, and swallowed unconsciously.

To be honest, they really want to build a pyramid now.

Narcissa noticed their gazes and looked a little annoyed. He twisted his charming and strong body with all kinds of emotions and whispered to himself:

"Let the sisters retreat~! It's not time for them to die yet."

He didn't know who he was talking to, but a low echo could be heard faintly in the air.

"I know~ Oh~ Of course I know, but we need time."

He extended his claws and pointed at the mortal who was fighting alongside Calgar:

"I will catch him and give him to Prince Pleasure, but not now."

"If we die here in vain, we will never again serve the Prince of Pleasure."

"Listen, I have a better plan. Let them live. They can play a greater role~!"

"Of course, oh~, yes, of course~! This requires a little help from my God."

"Ha~ You said Fugen would praise me? Ha~, he doesn't know what true beauty is. I don't need his praise. He doesn't deserve to be our mother!"

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"They're retreating!"

Noah came to Calgar, and the Chaos Space Marines were evacuating the block in an orderly manner.

No one knew whether there was any conspiracy behind this, so the Space Marines did not pursue them rashly.

Calgar glanced at the plasma gun in Noah's hand. Just now, this gun fired several rounds of plasma in a row, vaporizing a Chaos Space Marine. He was really curious about why this gun could fire continuously, but now was not the time to ask these questions.

Calgar pulled out a power fist from the chest of a Chaos Can. The mixture of greasy spices and rancid smell entered his nose, and the disgusting greasy sense went straight into his brain. However, Calgar's strong willpower allowed his mind to remain calm at all times:

"They are not heading in the same direction as us. Maybe it's a trap set by the enemy. Ignore them and keep moving forward!"

The ambush just now caused them heavy losses. The Ultramarines and Tiger Claws suffered varying degrees of casualties, and several Zakus were also lost. But the Chaos Space Marines also suffered heavy casualties, with at least a hundred Chaos Space Marines killed in the battle.

This caused some subtle changes in Calgar's mentality. With his many years of combat experience, he knew that Chaos Space Marines were cunning and powerful enemies. In previous battles, a small number of Chaos Space Marines could often cause huge casualties to the loyalists.

Especially in single combat, except for a few company champions, most of the loyalists were not qualified to fight against the Chaos traitors. Although they could always defeat the enemy with more efficient organization and tacit cooperation, they had to pay several times the casualties of the enemy every time, and no victory was as easy as this one.

Calgar understood that this was not because the Chaos Space Marines had become weaker, nor was it because they had become stronger.

Although many Chaos Space Marines died under Noah's continuous plasma gun, the mechas called "Zaku" were the ones that really played a decisive role in the battle.

In their previous cooperation with the Cavaliers, they were able to achieve similar results, but with some differences.

Zaku's defense and firepower are far inferior to those of the Knight, and its size is much smaller, but its mobility is much stronger.

It is precisely this mobility that allows them to cooperate more closely with Space Marines than with Knights!

Calgar was somewhat glad that he had taken the initiative to propose the option of joint action, and wondered whether this combat mode could be promoted on a large scale.

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Bang bang bang bang!

The dull sound of explosive gunfire made the quiet neighborhood extremely noisy.

The Dark Angels painted dark green were ambushed by the Death Guards also painted green, and the Space Marines gradually fell into a tough battle.

Although the Death Guard's power armor looked tattered and their flesh had long since rotted, this rotten flesh was tougher than the Dark Angels had imagined.

Even though their explosive shells could easily penetrate the Death Guard's power armor, they would quickly sink into their rotten flesh and blood, and would quickly rot along with them, becoming one with their flesh and blood.

Apart from splashing some green juice, their shots were unable to cause much damage to the Death Guard.

Although the bolts fired by the Death Guards were difficult to penetrate their power armor, and these bolts that were supposed to be filled with deadly germs had somehow lost the blessing of the fel energy of the warp, the Dark Angels did not have the same "tough" rotten bodies as the Death Guards, and when their power armor was penetrated by bolts, their bodies would be severely damaged, and their casualties were increasing.

Even if occasionally a battle brother took advantage of the cover of a building and ran quickly into close combat with the Death Guard, these seemingly bloated and slow-moving disgusting cans would burst out with amazing speed in the frightened eyes of the Dark Angels and cut through their power armor with their chainsaw swords.

Their casualties are increasing and their defense line is shrinking.

Danathum tried more than once to break the deadlock with his powerful psychic power, but every time he cast psychic lightning in an attempt to defeat those corrupted Space Marines, an invisible force would eliminate all his outward psychic power.

Just like the suppressed flesh and blood in the hive, all forces from the warp will be treated equally.

Danathum believed that this was not done by the Chaos traitors, because the Chaos traitors were the ones who needed to use the evil energy of the warp the most. But even though he knew that this was a means used by friendly forces to suppress the power of Chaos, Danathum still felt extremely aggrieved.

Can't you try to identify friend or foe?

"retreat!"

Danasem gritted his teeth and gave orders in the sound array channel!

They must find another way. Continuing to fight the Death Guard here will only lead to annihilation!

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"For Sanguinius!"

Dante let out an angry battle cry and used his power axe to chop open the blue power armor covered with gold decorations.

There was nothing inside, no warrior controlling it, no blood or flesh splattered, only ashes drifting in the wind.

The Chaos sorcerers were unable to use the evil magic they were so proud of, and the Blood Angels' think tanks were unable to use psychic power to fight the corruption of Chaos, because the psychic power of both sides was suppressed equally.

Everyone can only rely on their own physical strength. In this regard, the Blood Angels do not have a clear advantage, because most of the Thousand Sons' puppet warriors are protected by dark mystics, and the evil magic acting on the bodies of the red letter warriors will not be dispelled like the subspace force that permeates the air.

But this still cannot stop the Blood Angels. The only thing that can stop them is their own anger!

"Keep calm! Do not let anger consume you, think of our Gene-Father, think of Sanguinius!"

Chaplains travel among the battle-brothers, awakening those who have nearly lost themselves in rage during the battle.

Anger can be their weapon, but it must be controlled!

Chapter 113 The Invitation of the Gods

"You failed again?"

Fergus looked at Narcissa with a somewhat unfriendly tone.

Both the Death Guard and the Thousand Sons achieved significant results, the Dark Angels were temporarily forced back, and the Blood Angels were delayed for a long period of time.

But only the Emperor's son, these guys who like to play with cauliflower are of no use at all!

Narcissa looked at him reproachfully:

"You know that he is the favorite of the false emperor and the Ultramarines. Can you blame me for this?"

Fergus got goose bumps when he heard this and gave a stern warning:

"This is not an excuse for your failure!"

"In fact, this is it~!"

Narcissa snorted softly and twisted her waist to come to his side. "How much more time do you need?"

"A lot!" Fergus said in a deep voice.

Narcissa stretched lazily:

"My people can't take that long."

Fergus deadpanned:

"So you are going to give up the mission the gods have given you? Narcissa, do you want the gods to be disappointed in you?"

"No~!"

Narcissa smiled widely, revealing a mouthful of glittering diamond-encrusted fangs:

"We have other options. I know you must have another trump card!"

"Like you said yourself, Fergus, you don't want the gods to be disappointed in you, do you?"

Fergus looked up and saw Narcissa's greasy cheeks covered with gold powder and a cunning smile, and he felt sick.

But soon, he calmed down again:

"You're right, so I'm going to let them come over."

Narcissa's smile froze, and she looked at him in disbelief:

"Are you serious?"

Fergus sighed softly:

"Don't you understand yet? We are just humble servants of the gods, just a part of their great plan! The core of the plan has never been us. At best, we are the self-righteous ones in this stage play..."

He paused, "Joker."

"Oh, of course, there is also the terrible scriptwriter. The gods will not like our poor performance, but it doesn't matter. No matter how bad the performance is, as long as we can get the actors onto the stage that has already been set up, we have actually completed the task assigned to us by the gods!"

Narcissa glared at him:

"You knew that a long time ago? Then why did you ask me to stop them?"

Fergus's tone was a little erratic:

"Didn't I tell you? In order for actors to get on stage, someone has to play the villain, right?"

Fergus warned Narcissa with a sharp look:

"Also, you are getting a little too deep into the role, Narcissa! You are not the real Emperor's child, you are just a shell that has been occupied. Don't forget who we are!"

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Digris stopped and he could feel an evil psychic energy spreading around in the form of ripples. Anyone who entered would be immediately detected by the owner of this power, and the violent psychic energy would tear the intruding enemy into pieces.

So Digris stopped at the edge and waited patiently.

He was waiting for some unknown force to arrive and eliminate the evil energy of the warp.

Noah also knew what Digris was waiting for, so he also casually reduced the thickness of the veil from 67 to 0.

"It's now!"

Digris' eyes lit up, and he immediately led the team towards the direction where the psychic energy fluctuations were the greatest.

It will take a long time for the enemy to use psychic energy to rebuild a defense line. They can use this time to advance quickly and appear in front of the enemy unexpectedly!

The evil energy of the Warp should have been the biggest obstacle on their way forward, but these obstacles have been indirectly cleared by some force.

Even though the Chaos traitors tried to build new defenses with the evil magic of the warp time and time again, they could not hold out for long each time. Because all the external psychic energy would be eliminated, the Chaos traitors lost their greatest support!

But even so, Digris and Calgar thought they would encounter obstacles from Chaos Space Marines on the way, and those traitors would not let them achieve their goal easily.

But it didn't.

They had a smooth journey without encountering any more obstacles, and it seemed as if their enemies had given up the struggle.

Until they finally arrived at their destination, a strange building that was instantly recognizable.

In the steel forest forged from ceramic steel and refined gold, this building is the only one made of stone, which seems out of place with the surrounding environment.

It looks like a temple built by primitive people to worship the gods they believe in.