Warhammer: Just unified the Empire, you said it was 40K

Chapter 342 Dante: Finally, I can die.

A certain imperial court.

These judges, standing high above among the traitors filled with lies, posed soul-searching questions about loyalty. Few could withstand their tests, and even fewer remained loyal under them.

They were so loyal and steadfast in carrying out execution mission after execution.

Whether the one spreading rumors is a noble lord or a lowly foundry worker, all must humbly and tremblingly stand before them and be interrogated by them.

The judges of these courts are among the most loyal figures in the empire.

They endured countless tortures, yet their loyalty to the empire remained unshaken.

As one rumor after another is debunked.

Their focus shifted from the rumor-mongers to the true instigator of the rumors: Chaos.

All rumors share a common characteristic: they all originate from the nest of chaos, spread by the wizards of chaos.

With the return of the former Primarch of the Empire, Sanguis.

Rumors about Saint Gillespie also began to circulate from various places.

The Inquisition is executing more and more traitors. The Empire does not seem to have improved because of the return of a Primarch. On the contrary, the return of the Primarch has exacerbated the activity of Chaos. A large number of Chaos Corruptors are filling the real universe, constantly surfacing from the interior of various worlds, corrupting believers and followers.

This is the root of the rumors.

In Blood Angels.

Legion Commander Dante couldn't hide the smile on his face at that moment.

came back.

Great.

It's finally time to rest.

Over the years, no one knows the pain he has endured.

The entire Holy Blood Angels are tormented by thirst for blood and black rage.

The endless torment forced him to shoulder the heavy burden and responsibility of the battle group every moment.

He didn't want to continue like this, but his mission told him he had to.

Because in the entire battle group, only he was able to extricate himself from the thirst for blood and the rage of black fury.

This uniqueness placed him under the highest level of pressure in the universe.

He has existed for so many years.

What he longed for most was not an embrace or warmth.

What he longed for was to be free from all his burdens and to die a just death on the battlefield.

However, this situation is extremely difficult to achieve.

And now.

He seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

Is Sanguineas returning?

That would be great.

I can finally die without any pressure.

Even just thinking about it...

Dante couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Commander, Frye is dead."

"I know."

"Commander, don't be too sad!"

Seeing Dante's lips twitching downwards, although it was supposed to be Dante's sadness, they could tell it didn't look like Dante was sad; rather, it looked like Dante himself.
This war touched their souls; death on the battlefield is not eternal.

Accompanied by the boiling of the chaotic subspace.

Their journey is nearing its end.

The full awakening of the Necromancers in space has led to both sides vying for a place to live.

The soulless space necromancers are desperately trying to reconstruct their bodies destroyed in the War of Heaven, as well as their destroyed souls. The only unique soul in existence is kept in their stasis field by the space necromancers. His existence will completely infect the space necromancers of other worlds, chasing after the illusory hopes described to them by the Emperor and the Overlord.

Both the Empire and the Necromancers seem to be races that know they have no future.

But they are still doing everything they can to find a way out for their race.

Outside the world of Catast.

On the planet Longlin, Vashtor finally met the warrior who would destroy him.

The gap between the Astartes is arguably even greater than the gap between a human and an ant.

A vast gap stands between the two sides, forming a barrier as wide as a chasm.

The Primarch can directly unleash his Musou attack and wipe out enemies between Astartes.

The other Astartes, on the other hand, can unleash their full power and reap kills from both mortals and aliens.

The battlefield is rapidly expanding.

The sky, the airdrop pod descending upon the Gamma world.

These meteorites, tinged with a bizarre, yellowish hue, streaked across the sky and crashed heavily onto the surface of Longlin Star. Longlin Star, such a grotesque world, now appeared incredibly ferocious and terrifying.

The ground, which was originally a bizarre world like an alien foundry, was now flowing with thick slurry.

Within those thick, white liquids, black substances resembling oil churned constantly, emitting a smell like that of hellish demons and sulfur.

The aura emanating from this world can even penetrate the thick power armor helmet and pierce straight into the depths of one's soul.

tread!
tread!
A small team appeared quickly.

Their figures moved like phantoms. Even to the Astartes, these figures moved with lightning speed.

Only when they leap into the air or jump down from above will their movements be fully captured.

"who?"

"So fast!"

These creatures, as agile as the Eldar, vanished swiftly before their eyes, their weapons—Clive's Broadblade—slicing through the battlefield, cleaving the cannons on the demon engines they had forged.

By the time they realized what was happening, they saw the soldiers had stopped.

They then realized that the other party was not one of those Eldar white sprouts or black beans, but a Space Marine wearing heavy power armor.

Saturn Terminator Armor.

Behind one of the Space Marines was a massive, heavy shoulder armor that resembled a tombstone; the function of which they did not know.

But they could sense it.

Even though the opposing Space Marines were wearing armor resembling Saturn's Terminator, they were still faster than them, indicating that their condition was clearly superior.

"The speed of this group"

These people not only displayed speed, but also strength and fighting style, which were very different from others.

On the battlefield, they rely on their superb combat techniques and past combat experience to constantly hone their combat skills, thereby overwhelming the enemy with their combat prowess.

These guys, on the other hand, rely entirely on numerical superiority.

The higher the value, the faster they harvest.

When encountering a tough opponent, first use artillery fire to suppress them.

Without strong firepower to suppress the enemy, call in reinforcements directly to carry out targeted elimination.

Therefore, they moved very quickly, and almost no enemy could stop them.

"Keep up with them!"

"Boss, they're following us!"

"Ignore them, we don't have much time, we must get the Internet Key!"

The only goal of the Gamma World is the Web Key.

Even compared to the Netkey, the Vashtor becomes a dispensable substitute.

As these airdrop pods landed.

The entire planet has been transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

The war in space gradually spread to the entire planet.

On this planet, terrifying explosions were constantly being generated, and countless chaotic entities were destroyed by light spears and force fields, creating a scene of utter carnage.

And in space.

The chaotic, misty battlefield is active in the world outside the battlefield.

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Around the Black Stone Cube.

On a huge platform.

Technology specialist, Shiliuk, is maintaining the stable operation of the Black Cube. Although he is just an ordinary person, under the guidance of the Gamma World, he and his family are living a life they could never have imagined before.

A few years ago, he still remembered fighting with the leader of the opposing gang in the underground city of Nest City for a moldy protein bar. Now, years later, he has mastered all the knowledge he should have through his hard work and diligence. Now, it is time for him to repay the Gamma World.

He could have endured the darkness.

But he saw the light, at that moment.

He could no longer bear the stench and utterly unbearable time he spent back in the hive.

His task was to protect the security of the black cube and maintain stability. The senior engineer was his mentor.

He was just an assistant here.

But he knew how difficult it was to even get a job as an assistant to an engineer, and he cherished this hard-won opportunity every moment.

soon.

When he began testing the environment.

Suddenly, I heard an alarm.

It was as if the surrounding protective glass had suddenly been covered up.

It appears that some kind of Geller force field has been activated.

The Geller Field is a tool developed by the Imperium of Man to utilize psionicists. They insert psionicists into the interior of a fleet and then use a certain frequency to adjust all the psionicists to a reasonable frequency, thus enveloping the entire fleet.

Of course, the main purpose of this Geller field is to defend against psionic forces in the subspace.

The moment Shiliuk came into contact with the faint radiation of the subspace, he felt dizzy. Then, he saw his teacher being grabbed by the neck and lifted up by a creature with strange hands.

Then, as if hearing a phantom sound, he heard a great deal of fighting, roaring, howling, and struggling sounds.

His comrades are being slaughtered.

Their own teachers were also ravaged by the enemy.

His weapons were set to automatic defense, but they were affected by some kind of force.

It was forcibly suppressed.

corruption.

It is rotting inside its own body.

But it was as if he had been reborn. His flesh and blood were growing out of his body, and his thoughts, which were not of the same consciousness as his own, suddenly seemed to take root in his body and become individuals as equal to him.

(End of this chapter)