bookrandom Chapter 265 Guilliman: Is my mother under your butt?
Chapter 265 Guilliman: Is my mother under your butt?
The machine spirit of Macragge's Glory discovered the Iron Blood. The two Glory Queen-class battleships faced each other far away, separated by hundreds of thousands of battleships.
Guilliman doesn't look very good-looking. The Iron Warriors' warships are surrounding the planet for defense. Has the Crimson Torrent Chapter been destroyed? So Ms. Euton.......
An unspeakable anger spread in Guilliman's heart.
"Calling the planet's defense with all your strength, are there any survivors?" The original body's mind was running rapidly. Every beating data in the control room was captured by his sharp eyes, and countless data were mapped out in Guilliman's mind. Draw an enemy's galaxy defense map.
They are still on the offensive.
Guilliman made a judgment based on the enemy's battleship arrangement, and the Iron Warriors were still wary of the planet.
Then......
It appeared in the communication system of the Imperial Army, "The spirit of Tallarn shines on us!" "The Sons of Dorn are the most powerful Astartes, and the Iron Warriors are just cowards hiding in metal." "Come down, coward, Come face to face with us."
.......
Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief and gave an order, and thousands of ships launched a fierce attack on the enemy's defense line.
The Lord of the Thirteenth Legion is good at gathering superior forces to launch deadly offensives, or forming a situation in a small area where more people are fighting fewer enemies. Now, the imperial army is at an advantage, a huge advantage.
The assembled force exceeded two thousand warships.
This was also the reason why Guilliman came a step late, because on the way he encountered the Sons of Dorn army headed by the Executioner and the naval fleet supported by the Pacific Star Territory.
The first communication the Sons of Dorne received was the information that gene stealers were scurrying around the ship. Coupled with the previous unpleasant experiences between the Phalanx and Guilliman, it took some time for both parties to regain trust.
Dozens of warships began to circle from the side. These small warships carried out combat reconnaissance missions. By quickly passing through the enemy's defense area, they detected whether the enemy had deployed ambush troops on the side.
The brutal battle started early on on the hidden front. The Raven Guard's sub-groups and the ruthless Iron Ring robots conducted bloody intelligence collection. Now the ships piloted by the White Scars are filling the gap. Even the Crow Guards failed to obtain intelligence. The defensive status of the zone.
Not long after, the rest of the battleships were basically in place, and with Guilliman's order, the entire galaxy turned into a horrific hell.
Two thousand battleships moved forward in a slightly elliptical shape, evenly withstanding the firepower of the Iron Warriors. The dragnet laid by the opponent was evenly distributed by the void shields of all ships in a short period of time.
Those places where the firepower is concentrated face battle barges with thick void shields, while the slightly weaker places are dominated by cruisers.
The cable on Perturabo's head made a buzzing sound, and a terrifying amount of information was transmitted through the brain-computer interface. When the Iron-Blooded Lord made a thought, the Armor of Law could send his orders to every smallest communication unit. .
All the battleships of the Fourth Legion were in full swing, and within a few minutes they began to switch arrays to respond to the impact of the imperial army.
Violent firepower suddenly broke out on the abandoned defense orbit in the outer ring of the galaxy. The Red Torrent did not repair these broken facilities, but the Iron Warriors deployed many weapons on them. The Sons of Dorn roared and jumped to help the scrap metal everywhere. in a ring facility.
These "unreported" gang-hopping behaviors of the Astartes caused fluctuations in the formation of the Imperial fleet. Fortunately, more warriors endured and stared closely at the steel army in front of them.
What's the point of beating these little minions? Did you see the Blood of Steel in front of you? rush! I want to fight the biggest one.
The battlefield began to become chaotic. The vanguard units were already in close combat. There were flying macro cannons and fast-flying Starhawk bombers everywhere. Jumping torpedoes were flying randomly, and beams of different colors filled the observer's field of vision.
The Blood of Steel slowly retreated a distance, trying to lure the enemy deeper and trick the Glory of Macragge deeper into the Fourth Legion fleet.
Macragge's Glory is the largest Glory Queen-class battleship. Even the Fourth Legion, which is famous for its artillery fire, needs to concentrate a lot of firepower to deal with it.
Perturabo wouldn't mind letting his former brother rest in his flagship if he could, but Guilliman stopped.
In the several-day breakthrough battle, the Imperial flagship did charge forward, shredding one assault ship after another with ferocious firepower. But after approaching the world of Oslossa 24, the Glory of Macragge stopped.
I think it's more important to take my mother over first.
The airdrop pod roared into the ground, and dense spots of light appeared on the ground. It was the Iron Warriors' air defense force that was preventing the Ultramarines' actions.
The exposure of the enemy's air defense positions also gave us the opportunity to counterattack. Their positions were all blocked and completed, but our troops were still hidden in the wilderness.
The political commissar looked at the haggard soldiers around him. The long tug-of-war had sapped their fighting spirit. The dark and narrow environment and the vibrations of the rumbling artillery fire above had destroyed their biological clocks. Exhaustion showed on everyone's face.
The departure of the main fleet of the Crimson Flood will be a big blow to everyone, and it will be difficult for the Astartes who are left behind.
"We have been underground for too long, brothers, we are going to win! The scouts said that the Empire's army support is coming, right above us, shelling those damn traitors right above our heads! Now, we have to fight out , retake our land, smash the enemy's air defense positions, and receive reinforcements coming from afar, all of them are here. The time of life and death has come! Prepare for first-level combat!"
The political commissar's words had a very poor effect. Everyone stood numbly, holding their guns blankly, with simple radiation masks on their heads, but not much protection on their bodies.
The lights in the passage were flashing and the power supply was very unstable. The political commissar knew that the way to boost morale now was very simple - sunshine. Seeing the sunshine again was a huge boost to morale.
"Open the floodgates!"
"Long~long~"
The mechanical door made an unpleasant and harsh friction sound. The political commissar held the gun tightly and stared at the crack in the door that was about to open.
Darkness, more darkness coming.
It's not the next section of passage, it's not the scene that was damaged by orbital bombardment, but sand, countless amounts of sand poured into the passage from above.
"Back off, back off!" The mortals were knocked to pieces, and bursts of howling evil spirits filled their ears.
The political commissar was pushed to the ground. In front of him was a large amount of sand and a guard's bulletproof helmet. There were "ouch" sounds all around him.
He immediately sat up and looked towards the door. A ray of light shone in and sprinkled on the black and yellow sand.
"Light, it's the sun!" the political commissar shouted as loud as he could.
The soldiers stood up slowly. The slight sunlight shone on the sand and shone into their dim lenses. Everyone's eyes lit up, everyone!
They rushed to the gate like crazy, clawing away the sand with their hands to let more light shine in, and the political commissars joined them.
"Engineer shovel!" Someone shouted, and everyone pulled out the shovel and threw more and more sand behind them, rolling down the passage into the dark underground.
Finally, a hole appeared that was large enough for mortals to pass through. The digging speed of everyone slowed down. The brothers behind were still struggling to pour sand. The diggers in front slowly stopped and gave way.
"Political commissar," several people hesitated, looking at the political commissar with yellow sand on his face.
"Get out of the way, Guards, be ready to pull me back at any time."
The political commissar crept to the entrance of the cave. The evil ghosts cried louder and louder, as if there were thousands of troops marching towards the dusty and exhausted troops in the passage.
The political commissar stretched out his head slightly and touched the lenses of the radiation mask, but saw nothing.
He stretched out more and more of his body, and crawled out completely. Only one foot was tightly held by the guard and remained at the entrance of the cave.
Saw nothing.
The yellow sand in the sky completely covers the surroundings. There is no strong wind yet, and the sunlight penetrates the "slightly" raised sand and dust and enters along the entrance of the cave with difficulty.
"They, what have they done? I...has our world become like this?"
The political commissar was stunned. Everyone who knew the news was dead. They charged towards the Iron Warriors. Just when they thought they were about to achieve complete victory, the Emperor's Angels withdrew, and the enemy also withdrew. They were ordered to run back to the cave at full speed, but it was the anger of more than a billion people. They Pushed and squeezed back into the cave, the most powerful, loyal and noble political commissars stood at the end of the crowd and turned into dust together with the people who failed to enter the cave.
Their lives were annihilated with virus bombs and phosphate weapons, and they were everywhere. The strong wind here was the unyielding roar of the loyal, and the flying sand was the final attack of their corpses on the enemy.
The bright line of fire dragging the long tail flames in the distance brought the political commissar back to consciousness. He shouted the command into the communicator in the loudest voice: "The entire army obeys the order, attack, and seize the enemy's air defense positions at all costs." .”
The mortals burst out with a final roar and charged forward carrying the crude bombs they had just produced.
But there are people faster than them.
Power armor of different colors surged on the ground, and more than a thousand airdrop pods fell instantly on the planet. The small void shield module the enemy had just established was shattered by the Emperor's Angels descending from the sky, and spun around at the muzzle of the Iron Warriors' cannon. Previously, the Ultramarines had broken through to a close-range blind spot where artillery shells could not attack.
At this moment, all those who shouted "For the Emperor!" worked together to tear the enemy's position to pieces.
Calgar moved his ancient body. He suffered too many injuries and was too mechanized. Every time he moved, there was a roar that shocked the enemy. The huge power fist shattered the steel defense line in front of him, and he was forced from the metal wall. Tear a big hole.
The defensive position was still in order. As soon as Calgar showed his body, countless lasers and explosive bombs rushed towards him.
"My responsibility is to tear you apart!" The old Ultramarines chapter leader stepped out of the broken bunker. The Ultramarines behind him responded to the ants' resistance with sacred explosives. Under precise shooting, Calgar Before they could get close, most of the mortal traitors had fallen.
The Iron Warriors came from the other side of the position. The leader casually dropped the political commissar's head, and the connected spine was still dripping with blood.
There is a bloody handprint on the enemy leader's chest. This is the only thing a weak mortal can do.
The corrupted power hammer machine soul twitched, and the power of the decomposition stance became greater. The help of the dark mechanical god kept all the machine souls in a crazy state.
But Calga was even crazier. Just as the enemy leader turned the corner, a huge fist came towards him.
The sledgehammer's grip shook violently, and the enemy holding the pole with both hands was still knocked back by a punch and fell to the ground. Calgar waved his fists and struck left and right, causing his opponent's armor to shatter and his flesh and blood to be bruised. The power glove still held the pole tightly, and his arms were gone.
The huge arm pinched the enemy's shoulder armor. Calgar used brute force to lift the enemy up with one hand, then aimed at the fresh bloody handprint and smashed the enemy's chest with one punch.
One after another, the Iron Warriors rushed forward. The battle-experienced Ultramarines leader blocked the incoming missiles with the corpses of the defeated. Gray metal pieces flew everywhere. He roared and declared in the strongest possible manner. With the coming of the Emperor's punishment.
Iron Warriors no longer poured out of the passage. The enemies controlling the defensive forts were sent into the sky by Belisarius Caul's restored gravity gun along with countless ammunition. They floated and became targets in the sky.
Calgar smashed the last Iron Warrior's head with his fist and quickly reported the situation to the communication channel.
He had done his best, now it was up to Titus.
The captain of the Honor Guard, Titus was firmly standing in front of Guilliman, preventing him from going down to the planet in person.
"Father, Calgar has destroyed the No. 0012 anti-aircraft position. Please trust us. We will destroy all the enemies. Just sit on the Macragge's Glory..."
"Get out of the way, Titus, this is an order. Perturabo sitting on the Blood of Steel is difficult to deal with. You must find a way to get him out of that damn iron coffin. Only I! Only I can make him Fall to the ground and fight.”
Titus became even more anxious. The other side didn't show any martial ethics and just used naval cannons to bombard my father. Wouldn't that be the end?
"No, father, that is too dangerous. I will lead the team to join the gang. We will take down the entire Iron Blood. We will win the final victory in the ship battle."
"Titus, I know my brother too well. He desires too much. I know that I will let him come down."
The victorious army tightly surrounded Guilliman and blocked the hangar of the transport ship, but it was still to no avail. The powerful force of the Primarch pushed away the crowded descendants. He walked firmly and allowed the mortals to push the heirs away. The scene was recorded.
"Father, this is not allowed!"
Guilliman was a little angry. He looked at his descendants, was silent for a while, and finally said: "I will give you some time to repair and restart the void shield in half of the world under our control to respond to the tenacious defenders below."
It's best if Ms. Euton is below, otherwise a fight with Perturabo will be inevitable. The best situation is to let the void shield block the enemy's battleship gunfire. The ultramarines tear up the enemy's gunfire position, drag down the iron ring robot army, and create an environment where only Perturabo's body can exist. Use think tanks and gray The knights worked together to defeat him.
Calgar received the order and it was almost impossible to restart the void shield in a short time, but he still faithfully carried out the orders of the original body, and they fought all the way towards the hive.
The hive capital has lost its upper nest and middle nest, leaving only the lower nest that was almost completely shattered by heavy bombing.
The void shield group is at the deepest level. This is specially made. The red torrent wants to trick the enemy deeper into the ground from the beginning.
The entire nest has become a multi-layered sandwich. The bottom layer is our mortal guards. The upper layer is the last line of defense of the anti-psionic warriors, defending against the enemy's offensive on the ground drill. Above it is the counterattack mortal soldiers. The outside swarmed in, and then the Iron Warriors, who were chased and beaten by the Ultramarines, withdrew into the broken hive. On the outside were Calgar's commandos.
Countless anti-gravity vehicles were thrown into the battlefield, and Caul's various new inventions even suppressed Perturabo's armored army to a certain extent.
Heavy artillery roared, and both sides tacitly agreed not to invest in the Titan Legion.
Because there are not enough chips, there is not enough value to invest in Titans below. It's not safe enough either, as the battleship's direct fire can easily destroy the Titan.
Perturabo controls a thousand battleships, and is evenly matched with two thousand imperial armies. The blunt control and problematic communication system make the entire battleship cluster bloated, and the disobedient Sons of Dorne are heading towards The Blood of Steel attacked fiercely and became a salient, making the entire battle chaotic.
After several days of melee, a void shield suddenly lit up below, completely covering the remains of the hive city. Calgar stood on the top of the hive city - the reception hall of a factory in the next hive city, not because of its luxury. Rather, it can “look down” on the surrounding area.
Guilliman boarded the transport ship and flew towards the ground. At the same moment, the Titan army fell into the void shield area.
Perturabo noticed this situation immediately. Surrounded by a large number of imperial warships, a specially-made transport boat flew out from the enemy's flagship and landed on the planet, landing directly on the Macragge's Glory. below.
A message was sent to him, "I heard that you defeated Angron in a duel. In Salug, we failed to have a good fight. Now, this is an opportunity..." This sentence was ordinary. No surprise, but then...
"I once fought against Dorne, and he won with only half a move. The guy said that I was as weak as you. But then I defeated him with a war blade, and he said, I admit, you are a little stronger than Perturabo. I was careless this time..."
The rest is not important, just let Perturabo become mentally ill.
Perturabo also hopes that Guilliman will come to the planet. He has prepared traps. Countless artillery has been buried under the yellow sand, surrounded by dangerous mines and bomb areas.
The extermination order is meaningless. The teleportation beacon is always ready to send Guilliman back to the battleship, and Perturabo needs to delay for some time. The fleet he sent to attack the mineral world has returned fully loaded. As long as the more than 500 battleships can be transported before the enemy reinforcements, When he returns, he is sure to defeat the imperial army in front of him.
Until then, it would be best to deprive this army of the Primarch's command.
Perturabo is confident that his advantage lies in the communication system. Vashtor's help has minimized the impact of subspace on the communication of their warships.
The Lord of the Fourth Legion decided to settle on his Broken Fortress. After that fortress was "breached", the Iron Warriors arranged the mysterious device of the Dark Mechanic God there, allowing Perturabo to sit there and command the entire universe in space. fleet.
"Come here, servant of the false emperor, you have made a regrettable choice."
If there is any interference between the Imperial warships, as long as Guilliman is on the planet for one day, the collapse of the Imperial Navy fleet will be one day earlier.
The two original bodies landed on the planet with their own purposes. The difference was that when Vashtor's device was activated, the coverage area of Perturabo's void shield was not as large as Guilliman's.
The great regent landed on the planet, which greatly inspired people's hearts. He immediately expressed condolences to the mortals who were holding on.
The anti-psionic warriors here did not appear and were moving further along the tunnel. They were moving towards the enemy's ambush position that Li Anjun had discovered before.
The mortal general met with Guilliman in excitement, but the regent did not get the news he wanted.
"Do you still have troops holding on?"
"We are everywhere," the mortal general said proudly. Even in front of the regent, the general who had fought in hundreds of battles maintained his original anger and pride, "our tunnels are almost all over the planet, we We are still digging now, trying to contact the troops at the fortress."
"Over there at the fortress, you mean, the fortress at (information deleted)?"
"Yes, there must be our troops at the bottom of that fortress. That is our core guard area, and its level is higher than this hive. Their radio stations are still provoking the enemy, which means they must still be holding on."
The garrison of the fortress is much more difficult than here. There are no troops in the fortress area. They have withdrawn deeper. The heat there is almost unbearable, but they are still holding on.
After receiving this news, Guilliman finally made up his mind to launch an offensive. Since Perturabo wanted him to fight there, then go ahead.
The tables were turned, the Iron Warriors now defended the ruined fortress, and the Empire began to attack. Guilliman had to lead the attack himself, and without him, Perturabo could easily tear apart all the Imperial forces on the ground.
The collision between the two primarchs is about to begin. Tzeentch is strategizing in the subspace. Vashtor's dark creation is not without flaws. The power of the Lord of Change has penetrated here. When the two primarchs are both hurt, prepare Magnus would leap out of the Warp, allowing Guilliman to fall forever into the Warp's embrace, while attempting to corrupt Perturabo.
The only thing that puzzled him was the question, where did Ms. Euton go? Why didn't He have any impression of the army that fought against the Iron Warriors?
A certain Tzeentch warband who was preparing to attack to help the Crimson Torrent Alliance delay the Iron Warriors until Guilliman arrived said... Is there anything else to do with me?