Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

The voice from the communication is so clear.

to everyone's ears.

It was like a glimmer of hope emerging from despair.

It was like a light appeared in the darkness.

El showed an expression of disbelief, and his whole body trembled slightly because of the voice.

"Is the Primarch here?" El looked at the Mechanical Priest aside, with confusion and anxiety in his tone.

He was a little worried about whether the voice just now was fake, or whether it was an auditory hallucination produced by himself under great pressure.

"It should be that the Primarch's fleet was covered by the shadow of the subspace, so we have not received information." The mechanical priest said, "Inject energy into the auspicious instrument, try to establish communication, and request support."

"Understood." The intelligence chief yelled.

The desperate crew showed a gleam of joy.

Their persistence has paid off, the Primarch is approaching, and victory will surely belong to humanity.

The empty space structure of reality distorted and trembled crazily, and finally a crack was torn open.

The prominent golden double-headed eagle emblem shines on the prow of the Glory of Macragge.

The invincible fleet followed, diving from the chasm.

The etheric light turned into tentacles, reluctantly watching the human fleet leave from the subspace.

The mighty war engine is powered by plasma engines and gravity devices.

Unprecedented giant structures dragged giant cannons onto the stage, showing the unstoppable might of human beings.

The appearance of the Glory of Macragge and the Imperial Armada made all the survivors cheer.

Just like the light piercing the endless darkness, it gives people endless hope.

Facing the sudden reinforcements, the Zerg were caught off guard for a while.

Accompanied by countless torpedoes and laser beams, pieces of Tyranid ships were crushed.

The Glory of Macragge took the lead, the huge bow gun rumbled, and the vibration spread throughout the entire hull.

Huge beams of light and macro cannons shred the biological ships blocking the way.

Numerous battleships and war engines followed, huge beams of destruction and a rain of torpedoes and missiles were thrown.

The momentum is majestic, and the invincible fleet that shocked the galaxy is like an invincible iron fist. No force can stop it with a single punch.

There was clearly confusion among the Tyranids.

It was directly dispersed by the human empire fleet that jumped out of the subspace.

A large number of hive warships tried to turn around, forming new tactics to deal with the surprise attack of the human empire.

But all they do is in vain.

They faced an armada manned by a god of war.

Facing the most outstanding parent-child of the emperor, the holy thirteenth primarch, the savior of the empire, the savior of mankind, the only king of Ultramar, the invincible god of war- Guilliman.

Countless orders were issued in an instant, and Guilliman controlled every detail of the battlefield, controlling the rhythm of both the enemy and us.

The will of the hive can only be forced to dance with his rhythm and walk towards the abyss of death.

The theories of war from other Primarchs were played to his heart's content.

It originated from the crazy hunting of wolves, the tenacious defense of Emperor Fist, the cunning destruction of Alpha, the iron fist firepower of Iron Warrior, and the mobile cutting of White Scar.

Regardless of whether he is loyal or a traitor, Guilliman has no scruples and combines these theories into Guilliman tactics.

On one battlefield, digital primarch-style tactics appeared at the same time.

In the entire galaxy, perhaps only Guilliman can do it.

The Tyranids were beaten to pieces.

Like a top calligrapher, Guilliman uses any brushwork in the world to describe the artwork in his heart.

The Colossus of Heaven's Punishment also appeared at this time.

The Colossus of Heaven's Punishment, which was destroyed by the gravity of the stars, was also sent to the battlefield after being repaired.

In addition, there is a brand new Colossus of Retribution from Macragge.

Their performance is superior to the two first to join the battlefield, and their cooling and energy supply systems are also more complete.

Those components and programs were also optimized based on the original combat data.

A large number of radical mechanical sages came from all over the galaxy to join Guilliman and Caul's crazy plan.

They brought more technology, more humans, more resources.

The Colossus of God's Punishment has also been improved even better, and the power supply circuit and gravity array of the Star Destroyer Cannon are also more reasonable.

This is a symbol of human might, the pinnacle of human art in war.

Accompanied by Guilliman's attack.

The four Colossi of Heaven's Punishment simultaneously launched a star destroying beam.

The huge beam of light was bright and bright, penetrating the entire dark void universe in an instant.

The light beam swept across, and all the biological ships that came into contact were turned into fly ash, or exploded.

The swarm fleet is huge, but the firepower of the imperial fleet is equally terrifying, coupled with Guilliman's superb command skills.

The swarm fleet was not an opponent at all, it was defeated steadily, and the fleet that rushed out was cut into pieces.

The piecemeal counterattacks of the Tyranid ships were easily crushed by the powerful firepower of the heavily shielded Imperial ships.

Imperial lances ignited flames on the organic hulls of bio-ships.

And the empire's carrier-based aircraft group gathered into a group, flying past and tearing up the Tyranid ships that had been weakened by firepower.

In half a day, the Tyranids paid the heaviest price.

A large number of biological ships became scorched black corpses that slowly disintegrated and torn apart in the void.

The reversal of the battlefield situation is so fast.

Any counterattack by the Tyranids would be suicidal and suicidal.

The huge swarm mothership tried to leave the battlefield, but was held tightly by the force field traction device of the God's Retribution Colossus, and was finally killed by the imperial fleet.

The hundreds of kilometers long biological mothership disintegrated under fierce artillery fire, a large number of scorched black wreckage slowly disintegrated in the void, and pieces of Tyranids were thrown out, turning into cold corpses.

The remaining Tyranid ships are not to be feared.

The Imperial fleet will hunt them down until they are destroyed.

But the war is not over yet, and the Zerg on the surface still needs to be dealt with.

Guilliman ordered his Honor Guard and Chapter warriors to stand ready.

A total of more than 40,000 Primaris Space Marines, a huge Star Militia Army with tens of thousands of legions, and the Titan Legion ready to go will be air-dropped or teleported to the surface.

"Victory must belong to mankind, and any enemy who offends mankind will pay the heaviest price for it."

Guilliman issued a declaration of war in the communication.

Let all the troops roar with excitement.

They are full of fighting spirit, preparing for their final battle in the Charadon Sector.

After this battle, there will be no more alien scourges in the Charadon Sector.

In the hive capital.

In the cathedral, Calgar knelt on one knee before the statues of Guilliman and the Emperor to pay his last respects.

Apologize for not being able to complete the task.

Then, he stood up and walked out.

Outside the church, many original cast warriors have been waiting for a long time.

Their battle armor has lost its original color, and has been smeared with the body fluids and blood of the Zerg, and the original color can no longer be seen.

"We will never retreat," Calgar shouted. "May we all return to the throne, as Guilliman wished."

Tears streamed down his face.

This will be a fight to the death.

He was supposed to assist Guilliman in his mission of saving humanity.

But now, his final song has sounded.

Calgar was ready to die.

The only thing he cares about is his genetic father, who will replace him to assist the genetic father.

The primarch will alone bear the burden of saving the entire empire and race.

Fight against terrifying aliens and chaos.

It is also necessary to fight against those imperial dignitaries who are unwilling to cooperate with his reforms.

The Primarch has so many enemies and so few helpers.

Calgar prayed that someone would come to his genetic father after he was gone.

Primarchs who fell asleep and left, or those powerful enough Imperial heroes.

"Whoever it is, please don't let him struggle alone." Calgar prayed.

Then, he activated his weapon and walked towards the battlefield.

Other fighters followed.

Tyranid beasts are also rampant in the last core of the Empire's hold.

Those horrible creatures howled and made crazy sounds.

Calgar and the last of his guard joined the fray, smashing the heads of the Tyranid creatures with a swing of the Power Fist.

He caught a tyranid wizard and slammed into his body with a power fist.

Tentacles of the Tyranid creature coiled around Calgar's feet.

But it was torn apart by Calgar.

Then, the power fist smashed the Tyrann's head.

The heavy corpse lay in the ruins.

The victorious Calgar roared with fury.

Like a mad lion.

He ran through the burning ruins and wreckage, fighting to his heart's content.

The artillery manned by mortals still roars, and the earth shakes.

They are still struggling against the Zerg swarming into the final stand.

Shout out all kinds of slogans and die with Tyron.

The sounds of fighting, crying, explosions, lasers piercing the air, and wailing in pain all mixed together and echoed on the battlefield.

Calgar and numerous Primaris Space Marines fought across the battle lines.

The Heart of Guilliman gave them endless power.

Make them like gods of war who never tire.

Fearless as the tide of Zerg swarmed, Calgar fought back hard, tearing apart every monster.

A mysterious force is empowering him.

Calgar's strength is increasing, and the fighting is getting more and more crazy.

He also turned a deaf ear to the sound of the dark matter engine prompting in his ear.

Awakened from the killing, he could only feel that his power was boundless, and he didn't realize that he had activated the gift bestowed by the gene father.

There were also other warriors who activated the dark matter engine, their flesh and blood bodies were rapidly strengthened, and their aura became more and more terrifying, like ferocious beasts from the barbaric era, appearing in this era with a terrifying barbaric aura and killing instinct.

However, human beings are inevitably heading for failure.

There are too many Tyranids, overwhelming, everywhere.

Calgar's guard was dwindling.

Calgar, possessed of boundless strength and resilience, was also overwhelmed by countless Zerg.

His battle armor was tattered.

But his flesh and blood continued to heal and repair in the frantic attacks.

The dark matter engine draws hidden power, yet all things are in balance.

The power to repair the body cannot appear out of thin air.

Calgar inevitably went weak.

During the countless sieges, his eyes were also a little bit blurred, his consciousness slowly went offline, and everything became blurred.

He was fighting frantically, and gradually became weak, and was finally knocked down to the ground.

"I'm going to die." Calgar had such a thought in his heart.

The soldier next to his ear was not sad because of his fall, but cheered instead.

Do they hate me?

Are they happy that I'm dead?

Calgar didn't know why they were cheering.

His brain is shutting down, and his ability to think is slowly disappearing step by step.

A golden country appeared before his eyes.

Perhaps his spirit is returning to the Emperor's world.

His service will end in death, and the end of eternity will come.

Calgar slowly closed his eyes, embracing the golden light.

However, a firm and powerful voice pulled him back from that kingdom, returning his soul to his painful body.

"Calgar, here I come, hold on."

Calgar tried hard to open his eyes, and what caught his eyes was azure power armor and a noble, resolute face, which would show infinite loyalty and soul at the first sight.