Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

Kazanev hacked away from an irregular mass of flesh and blood.

There were so many savagely growing spikes that every time the Crazy Wolf moved, the power armor made a harsh scraping sound.

This is a monster formed by the accumulation of violent Khorne energy. The energy is immortal and will never disappear.

A large number of guards are coming here, and the Chaos believers are holding a variety of weapons, not concealing their charging steps at all. The sound was so messy, and every echo from the corridor was urging Kazanev.

We don't have time.

The pile of spikes twisted, and the crazy wolf's pace began to become rapid, constantly spinning around the enemy and swimming around it.

The Chaos Spawn was impatient, as Khorne's men always were.

It rushed towards Kazanev with the most ferocious attitude. The eagle emblem was so disgusting that day that the golden wings must be torn apart, now, immediately, immediately!

Mad Wolf stood in front of the treasure house door, his knees slightly bent. He knew what he wanted to do, and so did Khorne.

The footsteps of the two were getting closer and closer, and the black spikes were only three inches away from the lightning power claws.

Aren't you leaving yet?

The brute force was transmitted to Phobos' power armor, and the electronic muscle bundle collapsed to the limit.

Aren't you leaving yet?

More than a dozen black spikes stabbed at the red villain, but only three of them were held up by the two weak claws.

The chaotic eyes growing between the spikes can clearly see the foam-filled armor in the cracks of the Mad Wolf's breastplate.

Aren't you leaving yet?

The chaos egg pierced Kazaniv like a sea urchin, and he finally moved.

The lightning power claws penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood, the lightning burned the biomass, and the bone spurs were cut off by the power claws. With only the two claws close to the body, the pressure directly in front of Kazanev suddenly decreased.

To the left? To the right?

This was a multiple-choice question, and our team champion tore apart the person who asked the question.

The energy of lightning suddenly burst out, and a blood hole was melted out of the Chaos Egg. For the size of the Chaos Egg, it was just a small hole, but that was enough. Kazaniv passed through its body and flew out together with a dozen bone spurs.

The remaining body of it hit the treasure house door, the black sharp horn penetrated the treasure house door, and the body hit the outer deck of the treasure house and deformed it.

Chaos Egg made a sound from nowhere, turned around and removed the treasure house door.

After the thick door was dented, it was fixed on the Chaos Egg with spikes, as if it were wearing a helmet.

Still a hedgehog.

When it was about to fight the Crazy Wolf for another 300 rounds, it discovered that Kazanev had already started fighting with the surrounding Chaos Believers.

It rushed forward angrily, crushing many ants along the way.

......

When the mad wolf finally knocked down the Chaos Egg, there were corpses all around, and quite a few of them had died tragically on the spikes of the Chaos Egg.

After dealing with the Arena Champion, the Chapter Champion actively searches for his next opponent.

The entire Brass Fortress was surrounded by the Astartes. There were a large number of Primaris veterans in the front and Chapter Champions in the back. Outside the fortress, there were involuntary transfer troops of strategic resources who had been rushing to support them since the beginning of the war.

Attacked from both inside and outside, the fortress was completely breached within dozens of minutes.

Outlet easily located a Khorne artifact, which was a vessel made from the skull of a strong man and was used to hold the blood of the strong man in sacrifice to the Blood God.

This psionic treasure-hunting veteran is already in his early 200s, and his body and bones are still strong, except... he still hasn't learned to punish (psionic lightning).

After "Ogryn" destroyed this sacred artifact, the blessing of the entire Brass Fortress was fading.

Outlet's intuition for treasures is engraved in his bones. He can sense the direction of the treasures as he walks. In the direction of his finger, there are often several soldiers with wall-breaking bombs preparing to attack, and secret rooms are found one after another. , some are secret sacrificial places, and some carry some spiritual treasures.

He even found Dark Eldar artifacts, even though they had not been infiltrated with spiritual energy for tens of thousands of years.

The fortress was pillaged, and then an orbital bomb was dropped.

What about those who are out fighting?

Ever heard of Istvan?

Give me a blast!

The People's Light appeared in the outer orbit of the satellite, and dozens of warships smashed the spaceport to pieces in one breath. Not only that, the Angels of Dawn also went out to stretch their muscles and launched an assault towards a high-temperature mining world closer to the star.

The Dark Mechanicus...ah no, our warriors then took off their clothes, and the black robes and decks outside the big men of the Skitarii fell off.

Ships roamed the near-air space, constantly looking for battlefields where enemies were fighting, and guiding orbital bombing positions.

Only the small team heading to the greenskin camp was the most boring.

These guys have a treasure trove full of teeth, what do we need it for?

Waaaagh blew up the greenskin camp to the sky, and then calmly went to find trouble with other forces.

All the powerful forces on the planet suffered a devastating blow at the same time. From the underground base to the spacecraft command post, they were destroyed almost at the same time.

The battlefield between ten people versus ten people is different from the battlefield between ten thousand versus ten thousand people. However, if you are fast enough, before the ten thousand people have time to gather together, it will be a thousand "ten people fighting".

Every battle is a victory.

Yifeng stood in the command post, spinning around in circles, his thoughts flying wildly, and his body could only be restrained in this exclusive cage.

Bombing orders were issued one by one, and Tzeentch's fortress took the biggest hit, because most of the forces were directed there.

The Phantom Dragon-class battleship is using terrifying firepower to crush pirate ships one after another. The Fengyun-class battleship has reached the edge of the galaxy and begun to defend Mandeville Point.

The positions of thousands of transport ships were displayed on Yifeng's screen, and their movements were so fast.

The pirates below discovered the air attack and hurried to the anti-aircraft fort. Then they saw that only one gun base was left in the entire cannon.

Missiles flew out of the woods, giant cannons protruded from the desert, and the hidden defenses of each force began to take action. At the same time, under the suppression of the warships, ground troops began to land and launch.

The People's Light continues to be invisible, and he only needs to use shield-breaking waves to destroy the enemy ship's defenses.

This wonderful battle came to an end within a few weeks. The red torrent announced that this place had returned to the embrace of the empire. Basically, only a few stragglers of the Dark Eldar were left in the world, using the extremely fast speed of vehicles to scurry around the planet.

William took over the command.

Yifeng finally got free and stood in front of the warehouse with his hands on his hips, watching people coming and going.

The empty warehouse finally looks a lot fuller, which is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

"Commander, we have notified the empire to take over this place, and the state religion and ultramarines responded to us at the same time."

"According to the Codex Astartes, a chapter in expeditionary status has an unlimited number of new recruits. Do I remember correctly? It has been some time since Guilliman started the expedition, and the Ultramarines should have sufficient troops. .”

The Ultramarines have established a large number of military academies on the planet and selected many reserve members. It is very convenient to increase the number.

Unlike us, we can just completely transform it and be done with it. What else do we care about the holy scriptures? What kind of semi-reformed recruits are you trying to cover up?

"Pass my order, and the reconnaissance force will set sail immediately to locate the position of the national religion fleet."

"Teacher? Do you want to rob the state religion?"

Yifeng nodded silently. He was a little sad. These veterans were also "new". The soldiers of the Twelve Worlds National Religion Force who tried every means to destroy the temporary Second Pacific Star Territory were no longer with him.

"Destroy them. No matter what method is used, the Astartes must arrive in this world first. The five hundred worlds must be directly under the Ultramarines, and no force can intervene."

Guilliman was too gentle towards the Ecclesiarchy, which resulted in those guys remaining lawless and almost killing the Emperor's humanity.

An interceptor fleet set sail. We really didn't have many Fengyun-class battleships left, so we had to use the strike cruisers of the "missing newborn Primaris Warriors Chapter".

"Complete the mission as soon as possible and we will meet in the next world."

......

"Great Custodes! We have completed our planned plan."

To everyone's surprise, Frank actually ran back. This rogue trader somehow managed to escape countless chaotic battles, and suddenly appeared at the moment when the transport ship was about to close its doors, with his pockets full of goods from some... The treasure of Shun on "the person lying on the ground sleeping".

Yifeng didn't know what to say, so he waved his hand and said to him, "Wherever we go, there is only victory."

Is the guy who came out of the Brass Fortress still worth using? No, to be precise, when will he have an attack and become a trap for the Blood God?

Anyone can be a trap if used correctly.

"Captain Frank, due to your outstanding performance, we have upgraded your living space. I believe that your loyalty to the Emperor is strong enough. Come and shout to me, for the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

Frank happily went to his new residence, at least he seemed very happy.

Bei Weijun felt strange why Yifeng would arrange it like this.

Yifeng's answer was also outrageous: "I find it strange, so I have to observe it."

The winner wipes the knife on the ceiling. Do you want to go to the next planet and do some activities?

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The next world will not be so "happy".

It was a world occupied by pagans. The entire world was a slave. They only obeyed a supreme master of the planet.

All the power of life and death is concentrated in one person, and he is the whole world.

A rebellion is taking place in this world. The slaves of the breeding farm ride Grox beasts to attack the tank formation of the security team.

Death is present every moment.

This planet is so old that its history can be traced back to before the Great Crusade. For more than ten thousand years, the minerals in the system where this colony is located have been mined.

There are no mining workers here, and those slaves have no access to noble weapons.

All the weapons are in the hands of the security forces, and the slaves only have livestock from the breeding industry and old metal from the scrapyard.

The only source of weapons was trade, which was monopolized by slave owners.

Ninety-nine percent of the ammunition for sophisticated weapons comes from the slaves of the ray riot. The planet is so big that there are always several times a year, and the owner of the planet is used to it.

When the gap in combat power between the ruling class and the lower classes is too large, it is almost impossible to break through from the bottom up.

This rebellion is the closest it has come to success.

The leader of the slaves seized the opportunity to steal a warehouse of weapons from the guards. This was the first time that the slaves, whose hands were full of dirt, touched this exquisite metal. The cold touch and smooth arc made people unable to put it down.

But being in love cannot bring success to the suffering people.

They were still on the way to defeat. Only a hundred people could get one gun. Even if they rushed forward and charged with the fastest beasts, and the living picked up the weapons of the dead and kept moving forward, they were still stunned by ten thousand times the cannonballs.

The garrison didn't think they were human beings at all. These guys were wealth and they killed them at will.

Now, these scattered and escaped slaves are surrounded in a mountain range, relying on the collapsed mine tunnels to make their last resistance.

No. 96 huddled at the entrance of the mine tunnel, which was the last standing passage they found. His heart was filled with confusion.

"Why? Why doesn't anyone help us, those people...those slaves in the factory? We have obviously killed the factory owner, hung his body on the gate, and divided all the food pieces in the food court. When it comes to the slaves, why! Why on earth do they not even have the courage to pick up the pieces of food!"

"Don't waste your efforts, No. 96, now we have to think about how we can get out." When the bravest man in the army died, the vacillating guys dispersed, and the entire army collapsed. .

No one wants to use their bodies to block steel.

One of the two leaders is confused and the other is desperate.

They are both No. 96. The slaves here do not deserve to have names, but one is the No. 96 of the factory and the other is the No. 96 of the livestock farm.

Slavery has existed here for too long, and the ideological stamp on each slave is extremely strong. It cannot be loosened in a day.

"On the 96th, we found something in the tunnel."

A young man in ragged clothes ran from behind. Although his hands were covered with scars and his face was covered with dust, his eyes were bright.

"What did you find, Number Ten?"

"I don't dare to move. It seems to be a letter and I can't understand it."

How could a slave be qualified to read and write? They just need to know how to work. Basic literacy is passed down from generation to generation by old slaves.

But No. 96 was different. They were both educated people and had read a few books. Their father was responsible for handling trade warehouses and had been fortunate enough to be exposed to some external ideas.

The two followed No. 10, bending down and walking through the dilapidated mine tunnels. As they walked, there was clearly a straight road ahead. When No. 10 suddenly pointed up, there was a gap in it.

Found it when he was looking for a place to sleep.

Climbing up the gap, the two saw several skeletons covered with rags and with traces of writing on them.

Fortunately, No. 10 has good eyesight. He works in an underground factory all year round, otherwise he would probably burn these cloths as kindling.

"What does it say?"

"We are pioneers, we failed, the master of the planet is too powerful~~ (obscure), we captured the factory, the slaves were unwilling to go with us, I deceived them, the future is beautiful, everyone has it. ...I can't imagine what that guy's life is like, (missing)..."

The educated No. 96 reads, and the uneducated No. 96 listens.

There is no such riot in their memory. History is not something slaves should learn, but there is no doubt that this is the failed experience of the previous pioneer. He tried to pass on the experience and let later generations explore new methods.

No. 96 finished reading, "It proves that their fear of it is engraved in their bones. Well, that's all the information."

"What a pity," said No. 10: "There's no use hiding here. If we weren't forced into a desperate situation, we wouldn't have discovered these things. People who are about to fail can't rely on these failure experiences to save the defeat."

"Wait, there's still something underneath the bone."

Under the corpse were words carved on stone. No. 96 opened the bones, and the words underneath were blurred.

"They are the last words of another group of people."

This place is like a tomb, the tomb of the human spirit of resistance, where generations of failures have passed, and the last flashes of courage in humanity echo in this tomb.

Like a corner of the long river of time that has been cut off, they never knew that history was so vast and that countless ancestors had already spilled their blood on this world.

The pioneers seemed to be standing here, staring at their descendants.

"It's too late. It's too late for everything. Do we want to write? We're almost there."

"Write, write."

Two of the three leaders stood up and left. They were very happy. In the last moment of their lives, they fought alone, as if they were enemies of everyone. At this moment, they knew that they were not alone.

There are many people walking together, and the road to death is not alone.

I am lucky enough to know you, but I am willing to die.

The sound of artillery fire became thicker and louder, shaking the sky and the earth, and the earth trembled. The upper beam was corroded by thousands of years, and finally could no longer support this last place of courage.

The wooden beam fell down and hit No. 96 hard on the head, causing him to faint.

......

Moist, warm, sticky...

my blood.

No. 96 opened his eyes hazily, and the dry blood firmly adhered to his right eye. The wooden beam did not press on his body. It was too old and was colliding with No. 96's body. Finally, half of the beams turned into sawdust and scattered around.

The moment No. 96 woke up, he moved his weak palm like crazy and kept wiping it.

"Where are the words? Where are my words? Where...where..." He murmured to himself, and after a moment, the corners of his mouth raised.

Wiping away the sawdust, his words are still there.

"Write one more word, let me write one more word, your heroic spirit is above, let me write one more word."

He was crazy, and writing those words engraved in his mind became his lifelong obsession. Keep writing, I have to keep writing. This is a glorious and sacred task.

Inheritance.

The progress of mankind lies in inheritance, an inheritance that must be preserved at all costs.

The predecessor's pen broke, and his blood filled in the last word. He gradually fell asleep, contented, as if he was sleeping soundly.

The next moment, he was awakened again by a huge roar that was deafening and shaking his brain.

"Unite together and liberate the entire galaxy!"

Facing a world with such backward technology, the army attacked the planet.

Tens of thousands of high-ranking slaves were assassinated, and the "high-tech" armed forces were leaderless.

The slave-owning family was completely destroyed by a missile. The adamantine warriors landed and cooperated with the armored troops to storm their fortress.

The Astartes didn't even know what the other side was resisting.

The slave owner is dead, why are the slaves still resisting desperately?

Treating the stubborn enemy, the Primaris warriors showed the highest respect without hesitation, and explosive bombs and missiles lit up the entire sky.

They rushed into the bombed city wall, and almost the front wall collapsed, but there were still cold guns fired from the ruins, and the sparks on the adamantine armor never stopped.

A senior slave whipped the slaves in the rear hard with a whip. Even though those soldiers were missing arms and legs, they still insisted on defending in the position, even without any orders.

"Gao Huos is dead. His body is hung on the highest tower on the planet. He gave up resistance and surrendered his gun."

"Master knows that he will kill me, and he will kill me." The slaves turned a deaf ear to Astartes' words, and had only one belief in their hearts. I am the master's slave, and his orders are everything to us.

The slaves under the ruins of the city wall launched an attack with astonishing resilience. Although they could not stop the Primaris warriors for a moment, the bloody level of the battlefield shocked the emperor's angels.

Like facing Krieger, no, these people's tactical literacy is too poor, or not at all.

No. 96 was able to crawl out of the mine. A huge stone blocked the road, and he could only twist his body out through a narrow gap.

He saw the corpses of the Lord of the Planet's lackeys lying all over the place, and the positions where thousands of cannons once fired were now filled with flames and explosions.

"what's going on?"

"Unite together and liberate the entire galaxy!"

The powerful war cry came from the distance again, and this time, No. 96 heard it clearly.

shouted from the mouth of a metal giant.

No. 96 didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. He didn't understand the language at all, but his heart was unexpectedly calm.

The next moment, he saw that the metal giant took off his helmet, revealing a human head, and shouted the war cry in a broken local language.

His heart skipped a beat.

He is not alone.

His ancestors fell in the cave, and he was not alone.

There are also fellow travelers.

I am not alone.

Number 96 got up crazily and staggered towards the giant. His eyes lit up, as bright as Ten's.

.......

"Commander, why don't they surrender?"

"What do you think?"

"I think they are stupid. The slave owner is obviously dead, but they are still afraid to stand firm for the orders given by their master. Maybe we should just stop and leave? They will collapse themselves."

"No, they won't," Yifeng sighed and hesitated, "They will continue to work mechanically according to the previous plan. The factory will produce food, and the slaves will be transported to the front line. The front line will die on the battlefield without any orders from the slave owners. , they will continue like this, and they will organize a counterattack, do you believe it?"

Yifeng smiled self-deprecatingly, "Aren't we? The Emperor...sigh."