Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

The Forge World of Shana is in flames

The Martian Mechanicus, the Imperial Astartes Legion, and the native Forge World personnel of Shana are engaged in a fierce street battle with the Randan Imperial Legion.

This is not only a key subspace transit node, but also a forging sanctuary comparable in importance to Mars.

A large amount of old night knowledge, forbidden creations, and rare minerals are stored here and sealed inside the dimensional warehouse.

The local forces of Shana, who wanted to vacillate and maintain neutrality, were instantly defeated by Ran Dan's overwhelming military force and were forced to surrender to the empire and "invite" the imperial army to enter and expel the invaders.

Ryan ordered the team to seize air superiority, and reinforcements from other legions who came to support also went in to grab the creations.

If you can grab it, grab it; if you can’t grab it, destroy it.

“Angel, take Sawtooth Sun to Block 6.

Kahn and his men were surrounded and occupied the barricade outside. Not to mention the warehouses, the Tattooed Count had already guarded that place.

Tell Typhon and Dantioch to clear out the enemies at the drop point.

Ahriman's team suffered heavy casualties, so he asked Sigismund and Qin Xia to help maintain the front line."

Sanguinor issued his orders as clearly as possible on the communication channel. Beside him, Hill from the Ultramarines Legion led the temporarily organized Terminator Chapter (during the Great Crusade, the Ultramarines used Chapters, the First Legion used Wings, and the Space Wolves used Great Companies to refer to secondary forces) and used their military advantage to push wave after wave of Randan slave troops that had merged with the Warp creatures out of the front line and smashed them into pieces.

"Fuck, who said that Section 9 is in the hands of the local redskins?

There are...demons everywhere!

Damn, rapid-fire plasma gun, after the last round of overload, just throw it out as an ion grenade!"

Bayer was furious. What was the reconnaissance team doing?

Such a heavy unit can be seen by the naked eye of the Astartes even if there are means to shield it with high-energy reactions.

"None of the scouts Erebus brought had eyes?"

After hearing the explanation from the Dark Angel brothers next door, everyone was speechless.

The genius is here, I have to admit it.

"Step back a little and implement flexible defense tactics."

The huge and fearless body of Rilano stood up, the assault cannon exploded, the barrage of bullets was like a sledgehammer, and like a high-pressure water gun, the long whips of fire smashed the slaves into pieces.

The Astartes of other legions intentionally or unintentionally blocked the communications of Erebus's troops and did not tell him about the flexible defense evacuation plan at all.

The dark angel who was supervising the formation did not make any comment and just moved quietly with the crowd.

"Ahriman, have you found the location of the other psychic?"

Kahn's anger was undisguised, and the butcher's nails above his head were buzzing.

While the ancient instruments of punishment grant powerful resistance to psychic energy, they also erode their sanity.

The sneak attack of the Randan psyker is so disgusting. It can bypass the defense of the boarding shield and power armor, randomly select an Astartes with a defective soul, and kill him with a sneak attack.

If you want to fight back, you have to protect your soul with equipment such as Storm Shield and Iron Halo that can provide additional psychic resistance.

"There's no way... There are too many demons, and they completely obscure the other party's soul projection."

The Great Psychic's eyes shone brightly, and psychic lightning wrapped around the Beetle Terminator.

He is under a lot of pressure. When a psychic is on the line and the gap is not big, it is like a duel with a cowboy. Whoever locks faster will survive.

Due to the nature of their work, they have to stay away from the Dreadnoughts and be exposed to flying bullets.

The corruption of Dreadnoughts by psychic energy is difficult to detect. The Blood Angels have had many cases of Dreadnoughts erupting for unknown reasons and killing all their surrounding battle brothers.

After checking the remains, it was found that the Mechanicus was not at fault, as all mechanical equipment was well maintained; the pharmacist was not at fault, as the nutrient solution and other physiological agents in the sarcophagus were all in normal condition.

It was not until Magnus called on Sanguinius to join him in subduing a Dreadnought who might cause trouble in the future that he discovered that the veteran's mind had been distorted.

After this, the Dreadnoughts were required to collectively equip themselves with psychic suppressors. Although this would increase the pain of the pilots and could not completely guarantee safety, it at least made other Astartes feel that they could be protected.

"You can't kill them all. You can't kill them all."

The war smith gave up aiming, avoided the friendly fire coverage area, and fired at full speed, not caring about the ammunition reserves.

The sky was obscured by the creatures of the Warp, and the fused twisted creations charged with a terrifying desire to fight, making precise shooting meaningless.

Just fire casually and you will definitely hit the target.

But the damage of bombs and lasers is too low, or the demons are too resistant to them.

Weapons like the melta cannot be fired continuously and have a limited range, so you have to let the opponent get close.

The flexible defense turned into a contracted defense line, with tens of thousands of Astartes relying on dense formations to provide a higher density of counterattack firepower.

The legion's battle flag flutters, and the psychic energy it emanates is like a sporadic guiding torch in this absurd space.

As for Erebus... no one has time to deal with them, so they're on their own.

Swinging his two swords, Angel cut the attacking enemy into pieces. His arms were so sore and swollen that he could hardly lift them.

The iron boots trampled the seriously injured scorpion creature to death.

"Make a deal."

The devil's voice reached Angel's ears and also entered the minds of many psychics.

Inside the fleet, the Dark Angels were also in agony.

They are very clear about the predicament on the battlefield below. Now, let alone bringing out resources, they have to find a way to rescue the people first!

They were all elite soldiers of the legion, and they all died down there. Ryan couldn't even explain to his other brothers.

But Lion is not here now, the Primarch is in a meeting, and it will take several Terran days for him to come back.

Without the original body's genetic authorization, the forbidden creations in the warehouse cannot be opened.

What should we do?

Suddenly, a column of light shot up into the sky from the thick and indissoluble demonic cloud below, and the unique beacon of the Dark Angel rose in the distance, marking the location.

The fleet commander almost cried with joy, and ordered the fleet to turn over, shoot light spears into the surroundings, and rescue the brothers.

The blazing beam of light vaporized the demons, and the abnormal expansion of the air caused by the instantaneous heating blew away the cluster of demons.

Shana evacuated half

I don't mean anything else, this is an objective statement.

The planet lost half of its mass, and the density of all the original matter on it was reduced by half, but its shape and movement remained unchanged.

Without their enemies, the elites of the legion collapsed to the ground one by one, catching their breath and resting.

Angel and a group of think tanks saw black and white lines interweaving in front of their eyes, and their vision was temporarily lost.

The demon that they had contracted with was crushed by the solid real universe due to cross-space teleportation, and it is unknown when it will be able to recover again.

The psychics who accepted the contract secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was better to die, as no one would have evidence to accuse them.

The feeling of making a contract with the devil is quite good. At least the refreshing feeling brought by the power flowing through their bodies makes them unconsciously indulge in it on a spiritual level.

With more contact in the future, perhaps I can add some comrades from other worlds to assist me in the battle.

The only flaw was that the jerk Erebus was not dead. He was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely, but still alive.

Someone wanted to go up and help, so Erebus died from the attack of the demons.

But thinking of the instability of the planet under his feet, he didn't dare to move for fear of letting his teammates down.

"Everyone, rest where you are. The transmission is being prepared."

The fleet commander looked at the forging world that remained in place, his brows furrowed so tightly that he could pinch a fly to death.

The planetary form had been shattered, strands of drawn cheese being pulled into the warp.

“Is this half success or half failure?”

"There is a massive object in the subspace reflecting the signal."

The Chief Astropath whispered the intelligence.

"Can you tell what it is?"

Ryan's voice came from behind him. Many commanders turned around and wanted to salute, but were stopped by the original system.

"It should be the Void Whale."

The Astropath tactfully told the Primarch what he needed, even though his eyes had long since turned into two black crystals that reflected no light at all.

"Is it a sacrifice? What are they looking for?"