Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 62 Desperate Situation
At that very moment, for reasons unknown, a strange energy fluctuation suddenly appeared in the warp. This object, unlike the chaotic energy, instantly attracted the attention of all warp creatures within the warp.

And when you look closely, the location of that subtle energy fluctuation is on the planet Les in the real universe!

The next moment, the sea of ​​souls throughout the entire warp surged wildly. Countless demons roared, and countless souls wailed.

This war is now without a commander in the real universe, as the four Chaos Gods have personally intervened.

Each of their respective great demons entered the battlefield through a forcibly created subspace rift.

The roars were deafening, and Tzeentch silently watched the scene unfold. Behind him, Magnus, now a demon prince, and the Thousand Sons, mostly reduced to empty shells, also observed the turbulence in the warp!
"Ah~ What a beautiful transformation! Souls from another world, so pure and wonderful. The rich knowledge they contain about that other world is simply invaluable! How hateful! That old bastard who plays with witchcraft would actually go to such lengths to protect him. Humph! The world is destined for destruction! No matter how hard you try, it's all in vain! What a delusion!"

But at that moment, a huge golden sphere of psionic energy appeared out of thin air and crashed down towards them.

Tzeentch jolted awake, then turned and vanished, completely ignoring Magnus and the Thousand Sons behind him.

Magnus witnessed this and trembled with fear. Ignoring the consequences, he forcefully activated a psionic spell, breaking through the warp barrier and arriving in the real universe.

Upon arriving in the real universe, Magnus glanced back at the Thousand Sons army fleeing in disarray. His eyes revealed resentment and bitterness.

In Slaanesh's domain, Forgrim, who had become a demon prince, no longer possessed the demonic, ferocious face and body.

He was tall, slender, and capable. His face was handsome, and every movement and gesture was exceptionally elegant. It was like a dance, a feast for the eyes, captivating the viewer and making them want to linger, unwilling to wake from the spell!

However, his skin was unusually smooth, and although he should have had four arms, two of them had inexplicably disappeared, giving him an eerie and bewitching aura.

"Ah~" A soft hum came from his mouth that could make an ordinary person instantly fall into a trance.

"A beautiful soul! A beautiful world!"

Meanwhile, inside that perfect palace, Slaanesh chuckled and licked his lips seductively with his long, pointed tongue. "Bring him here!"

Khorne watched with unusual excitement. Behind him, the frenzied Angron roared and howled like a mad dog. If it weren't for the faintly visible red chains binding his neck, he would have already broken through the barrier of reality and entered the real world to wreak havoc.

Whenever its roars and ground-gripping became too loud, Khorne would frown, give it a displeased sidelong glance, and then silence it with a punch.

As for why this is the case?

Khorne: "I heard there's an archangel in the prize pool, I'm going to try my luck!"

Ding ding ding ding! Congratulations on drawing Angron!
"Korean!"

Meanwhile, in Nurgle's Garden, Mortarion, now a demon prince, is organizing teams and squads that are multiples of seven.

Meanwhile, Nurgle himself continued stirring in his soup pot, "Today, let's have a special bacteria sterilization furnace, slowly soak it, slowly savor it!" Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)→.

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Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the demon army had transformed into a literal tidal wave. No matter how fierce the firepower, countless demons were instantly vaporized upon impact.

But it couldn't even budge the waves!

All the Astartes of the Shark Legion had frantic expressions of determination: "For the Emperor!"

They roared at each other and began to fight and retreat. Some Astartes who reached advantageous positions simply threw away their empty weapons, drew their melee weapons, and charged towards the surging demon army. They were swallowed up without making a sound.

Within just a few minutes, of the more than 900 surviving Astartes, only about 600 remained. Those who died were stripped bare by the demons, their skeletons removed in an instant. A deep, furious roar echoed from the sarcophagus of a Dreadnought: "We are the Emperor's warriors! We are the Empire's blade! Sacrifice is our honor, sacrifice is the beginning of our conquest of the world for the Emperor! For the Emperor!"

The bullets from the thermoelectric and Gatling guns flew everywhere. Even the weaknesses of thermoelectric weapons were no longer being considered.

As if sensing its master's anger and excitement, the Gatling gun's machine spirit suddenly increased its rotation speed, reaching a rate of fire exceeding ten thousand rounds in an instant.

Each bullet fired blasted a gap several meters wide into the tide of demons.

Its rotating mechanism employs technology from the Dark Ages, lacking a traditional ammunition supply system; the energy required for its rotation comes from subspace energy.
Therefore, at this moment, the sudden increase in firepower has become so abnormal that it is not just a single barrel firing explosive rounds, but all six barrels firing simultaneously.

With his own strength, he instantly cleared out all the demons within a 500-meter radius in front of him.

It perfectly illustrates what it means to be able to hold off ten thousand enemies with one man at the pass!

Although he possessed formidable firepower and single-handedly held off numerous demons, he was unable to directly turn the tide of battle on a battlefield of this scale.

As several psionic spells were hurled at his face, numerous demons took advantage of the sudden break in the firepower and swarmed forward, engulfing him in a wave of energy.

The sound of gunfire still echoed through the heavens and earth, but the members of the Man-Eating Shark Squad, who had already retreated, could no longer distinguish whether it was the sound of gunfire or the roar of their old senior.

The battle lines were shrinking rapidly, and the mortal auxiliary troops were directly ordered to hold their positions.

They collapsed within a minute of coming into contact with the demon army.

In an instant, he became a frontline member of the attack on the Man-Eating Shark Squad.

They have now retreated into the crater of the nuclear bomb.

They could even see their comrades from other defensive lines beginning to retreat here in twos and threes. Originally, each defensive line had several or even a dozen Astartes.

However, at this moment, the number of brothers who have been withdrawn from other defensive lines is no more than seven.

This battle dealt a heavy blow to their entire battle group!

It's not impossible that they could be wiped out right here and now!
The demons only mobilized a large army of demons; normally, they could easily kill these demons one-on-one.

But at this moment, the demons surged like a tidal wave, and they were powerless to resist them!

They had heard that the Imperial Guard had encountered such a demonic wave during the War of the Web.

Their magnetic boots slid backward little by little, stepping on the glass-like ground that had been turned into crystal by the nuclear explosion.

Not far behind this army of demons, numerous corrupted Chaos Astartes stood in their respective ranks, silently watching the battle.

In this battle, they didn't even deploy air power or heavy firepower. The mere command from the Four Gods was enough to send countless demons charging towards this place.

They waited, awaiting the final battle. Led by their Primarch, they would launch their charge.

However, in one of the formations, the Astartes were extremely frenzied, roaring wildly in all directions and even engaging in a deadly battle with each other.

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(End of this chapter)