Chapter 150： Terra is surging (subscription required)

Chapter 150 The Turbulence of Terra (Subscription required)

The man in the video spoke very vigorously, impassioned, and full of passion.

Words such as holy emperor, great empire, and best era emerge endlessly.

Impressively, he had an expression of singing praises and the prosperity of the empire.

he-tui

Nahua spat at the video of the speech.

All of them are liars.

Go to his great age.

Those damned high lords are all damned, a bunch of shameless and despicable beasts.

Nahua cursed angrily in a low voice.

But he quickly shut up.

Not far away, a man in the uniform of the Ministry of Justice looked at him unkindly.

Dare to express dissatisfaction with the empire?

Could it be potential thugs?

Realizing the danger, Nava stopped talking.

Those guys in the legal department can't reason with him.

Once they are found guilty, they will do it directly, and there will be no room for negotiation.

Many members of the Ministry of Justice feel good about themselves, thinking that they are the embodiment of justice and the executor of the Emperor's will.

Those who dare to disobey the laws of the empire are thugs, traitors, and should be executed.

Only in this way can the majesty of the emperor be demonstrated and the dignity of the empire can be maintained.

Nahua no longer paid attention to the holographic projections on the side of the road. He silently walked towards his dilapidated home with his friend's two children.

His joints ached when he walked.

The poor-quality prosthetic implants were torturing his fragile nerves.

Those gangsters took the scraps that were not needed by the Mechanicus, repaired them and sold them to people like Nava who had no money but needed prosthetics.

Those prosthetics have certain side effects, and they don’t fit well with flesh and blood, and usually cause rejection.

If it is serious, it will make those implanted feel miserable.

On the streets, there are people like Nava everywhere.

Their eyes were full of indignation.

Those images that promote the goodness of the High Lords and the Empire are fooling them.

But because of the horror of the legal department, he had to shut up and dare not speak casually.

Nahua sometimes doubts the meaning of coming to this world.

While alive, he was cheap labor for those industrial families.

After he died, his body was purchased by those food families and thrown into the machine to make corpse starch.

From beginning to end, his life seems to have no meaning.

Nava no longer has any expectations for his future.

In such years, all life can see the head at a glance, and there will be no change.

There is no doubt that these are the worst times.

Everyone lives to live.

Nahua lives in a residential area consisting of a large building in the lower hive.

There are hundreds of thousands of people living there, divided into many layers.

Nava did not count.

Anyway, he will only go to his own floor.

In that old, creaking elevator, he never pressed the buttons for other floors.

Sometimes, curiosity is not a good thing.

Meeting gangsters or mutants, that would definitely be a nightmare.

Not to mention that the peaceful life is broken, there may be life-threatening.

Passing through the dimly lit corridor, Nava returned to his home.

His room is very poorly decorated. In the empty room, there are scattered clothes and some simple, antique electronic equipment.

The equipment tends to be a few years old.

The paint on it has peeled off, and you can see bright white or dull metallic colors.

However, the quality of these devices is passable.

Even if it has been a long time, it can still barely maintain the operation.

By the time I got home, my friend's two children were tired from crying.

As soon as he hit the bed, he fell into a deep sleep.

For their age, deep sleep may be the best way to deal with sadness and pain.

Nahua covered the two children with quilts, turned on the ventilation and purification equipment, and changed the dull air.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the ventilation and purification equipment, streams of less turbid air were brought in.

Afterwards, Nava sat on the stool and turned on the data projector on the table.

A holographic beam flickered a few times, and finally became stable.

Nahua pressed the button, and several musical symbols appeared on the holographic screen.

The melodious singing sounded.

This is Nava's favorite song.

When he is depressed, sad, and irritable, he will listen to this song to pass the time and soothe his mood.

Following the melodious singing, Nava, who was slumped on the chair, looked up and stared at the white ceiling with peeling walls.

Try to get yourself out of the grief of the tragic death of a friend.

In this day and age, people die every day.

Someone was identified as a thug and was burned alive in the street by the Ministry of Justice.

Gangsters will also fight each other, and the unlucky ones will be blown to the bone with their powerful weapons.

There are also some lunatics who will hunt and kill civilians for credit, so that they can sell the corpses of civilians to gangsters for making corpse starch.

Otherwise, as it is now, in the absence of food, you will be starved to death, and finally become someone else's ration.

Nahua sighed. For an ordinary person like him, the only meaning of being human is to live.

Other than that, nothing.

Any good things have nothing to do with him.

Nahua closed his eyes and thought about what to do in the following days.

It's the same as the friend who died tragically under the Ministry of Justice.

He is just a nameless worker.

The salary I get is just enough to barely survive.

Now he has two more kids, what should he do?

It is the kingly way to find a way to get some credit points, otherwise you will starve to death sooner or later.

Suddenly, a rush of prompts sounded.

This is the sound of communication equipment receiving information.

Nava opened his eyes and looked at the projector on the table.

Tara is the power center of the empire, and people's material level is quite good.

Basically everyone has a communication device.

Communication with each other basically uses electronic letters.

At this time, the music has stopped, and the symbol of the letter is flashing on the holographic projector.

Nava reached out and clicked, and an electronic letter appeared in front of his eyes.

【Citizen 4509221995003070892, you have been fired by the Teles Water Purification Plant. Your remaining remuneration totals 1520 credits, which have been distributed to your personal account through the financial system. Please check and confirm this letter in time. 】

The light from the e-mail reflected on Navana's resolute face full of signs of time, making it look very pale, like a ghost in a strange legend.

The moment he saw the e-mail, he thought he had read it wrong.

How could I be fired for serving the Telles family so loyally?

Not long ago, in order to let them extend their working hours to fifteen hours, the other party also friendly called them the brothers of the Tellis family.

Nahua was slightly moved by this.

Unexpectedly, the working hours are extended and fewer workers are needed.

His brother was abandoned by the other party like garbage.

After watching it several times in a row, Nava was willing to admit that he was really abandoned.

Those **** **** deserve to die.

Nahua cursed a few times indignantly.

Afterwards, he sat down in a decadent despair, accepting this fact.

Now he's fired, and the price of food is skyrocketing.

It's a cruel world.

No one will be kind.

Those who cannot survive will only become the rations of those who survive.

Nava made some calculations, even if he bought all kinds of poisonous food and meat that gangsters obtained from the bottom of the Hive City, he couldn't last long.

What's more, he still has two children, so the situation is even more serious.

Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Nahua stood up and walked over. Through the door hole, he found a man who seemed to be mentally disturbed.

Wearing a black robe, he doesn't look like a good person.

While waiting for Nava to open the door, he still looked left and right, very vigilant, as if worried about some unexpected inspection.

Accompanied by a creaking sound, Nava opened the metal door. He stared at the other party, holding an iron rod in one hand behind the door.

Food is scarce, and many people have gone crazy.

Nahua was a little worried that this guy was a thug who robbed food or hunted and killed civilians to sell corpses.

He has to be ready.

It is always wrong to speculate on others with the greatest malice.

"Do you have anything to do?" Nava looked at the other party and asked fiercely.

"Brother, are you interested in learning more about the Brass Brotherhood?" the man said, "Don't you want to rebel against fate and those damned brutal nobles?"

"We have been betrayed. The nobles manipulated prices and disregarded our lives. If we don't stand up and resist, then we will have no hope. Only through armed struggle can we gain freedom and a glorious future."

"Get out." Nava said unceremoniously, "I have no interest in your brotherhood, don't bother me anymore."

"You're going to need it, brother," the man said. "When you really realize that the corpse king can't save you, you'll beg for another way."

"Go away, cultist. Or I will report you for blasphemy against the Emperor," Nava said.

Hearing this, the man turned and left, disappearing into the dark corridor.

With the help of a flickering lumen lamp in the corridor, the dim light brought by it.

Nahua watched as the man walked into the darkness and disappeared.

Obviously, the last sentence was so lethal that the other party didn't dare to bother him too much.

Suddenly, a woman's figure came into Nava's eyes.

The other party came from the other end of the corridor.

Walking from the darkness to the dim light, Nava had a clear view of the other party.

The woman is tall and thin, with a pair of black eyes, very large, and looks very pure, as pure as a gem.

Wearing a slightly worn-out dress that exposes most of her body.

The exposed skin is as white and tender as milk.

Nava stared at the woman.

He recognized the other party, an acquaintance, a neighbor, a poor but good-looking woman.

Nahua has not moved here for a long time, and he is not familiar with the people here.

This woman is the only person he has known since he moved here

The woman was very keen and noticed Nava's gaze.

The big eyes looked over, and then moved away sadly.

Those eyes were full of hope and piety, as beautiful as the stars in the sky, pure and flawless.

But now, those eyes are equally beautiful, but there is nothing inside.

"Could you hurry up, I'm in a hurry." There was an urging voice from the man behind.

The woman nodded, then opened the door of her room and brought the man in.

In desperate days of food shortages, women are more disadvantaged than men.

In order to survive, they can only provide the only commodity they have, which is used to maintain their livelihood.

Those women who refused to succumb to their sad fate either died at will or faced the torment of hunger all day long.

In the end, they tend to give in.

When you are hungry and panic, any morality and perseverance will be left behind.

The number of women who are hungry for food is so great.

So cheap that they only need a piece of bread, and they can be randomly selected and humiliated by buyers.

Nava closed the door, feeling infinite sadness in his heart.

That woman once expressed interest in him.

Konawa knew that he was absolutely incapable of giving the other party happiness, not even a stable life.

This era devours everyone's conscience and deprives people of all power to pursue beauty.

Nahua sat on the stool silently, thinking whether he was right or wrong in rejecting that brass brotherhood.

The Emperor never opened his eyes to show mercy to them, the suffering ones.

The rich and powerful regard them as **** and cheap labor, and they are too arrogant to give even a kind look to those who are suffering.

After a while, a man swearing and cursing came from outside.

Nava listened for a while, and it seemed that men complained about women because of time problems.

Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded, it was a woman's voice.

Nahua opened the door and walked out, only to find that the woman was grabbed by the hair of the man, and his fat fist landed on that delicate face.

The man was still cursing continuously.

"It didn't arrive in two minutes, you've earned so much, you bastard, return the money."

Nava walked over and stopped the opponent.

Years of hard work gave him a strong physique. The fat man was easily subdued and then driven away by Nava.

The man's eyes were full of resentment.

But facing Nava's strong and powerful body, he could only swallow his dissatisfaction and leave in despair.

After driving away the man, Nava helped the woman up.

Looking at the other party's ragged clothes, there are several bruises on his delicate face.

He wanted to persuade women to give up this kind of business.

But the words swirled on the lips for a long time, and finally became.

"Be careful and safe."

What qualifications does he have to persuade others?

I can't live on myself, and I still blame others for their mistakes. Isn't this a kind of irony?

Nahua walked back to his room, and was about to close the door when the woman just stopped him.

After a while, the other party took out a palm-length white bread from his home, with icing sugar sprinkled on it.

"This is for you, I saw you with two children before." The woman said.

Nahua wanted to refuse, but unexpectedly, the woman spoke faster than him.

"I know you don't want to accept my bread, but for the sake of the two children, please accept it. It is already difficult to survive in this world."

Nahua looked at the woman, and the eyes of the other party revealed the purity of the past.

That's the best thing a man can have.

Kindness, sincerity, beauty.

"Thank you, may He bless you." Nava took the bread.

He lost his job and had two kids as a burden.

Any help is precious, especially in this dark and hopeless time.

"You're welcome, and may He protect you." When the woman said this, she was very pious.

Nava saw her pendant, an exquisite Emperor's pendant, and only the most pious would wear these things.

The little kindness gave Nava a glimmer of hope.

In this desperate dark age, there is still a little light that allows him to hold on firmly.

In the next few days, Navarre used the remaining credits to buy food.

These foods last him and his two children for a week.

For this reason, he had to entrust a woman to help look after the two children, while he left early and returned late to look for job opportunities.

The woman did not refuse, and gave him some food from time to time to help him tide over the difficulties.

With the woman's help, Nava had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

There are so many kind people in this world, and the morals of the world have not completely turned bad.

As long as you persevere, life will always get better.

Unfortunately, with the emergence of warp space storms, fewer things were sent to Terra, coupled with the manipulation of some families, the prices rose ridiculously.

Many families are unwilling to recruit workers considering the cost.

They are more willing to extend the time of existing workers to complete the work in order to reduce costs, grab more benefits, and ensure their own survival.

Several days were wasted, and Navado got nothing.

Today, Nava, who wasted another day, walked into a tavern decorated with a lot of low-quality neon lights.

He wants to try his luck here. If he can get a job that is enough to support himself and his friend and two children, then he will be sincerely grateful to the Emperor.

The tavern is a favorite place for the Nesters, where they can drink bad ale and enjoy low-brow dancing and music.

Nahua sat in a corner, listening to those people talking about the Hive City or things outside of the Hive City.

A projection device not far from him is broadcasting news from the Imperial Daily.

From the broadcast, Nava learned that Guilliman, the thirteen primaries of the empire, was approaching the Beta-Garmon galaxy.

That is the portal of Terra. Once it is controlled, Terra will be forced to isolate itself from other star regions of the empire.

In that case, Terra's dignitaries would be fish on Guilliman's chopping block.

The slightly pale laser beam outlines a screen, a man is giving impassioned speeches and rants.

"This is a shameless betrayal of the Empire, a blasphemy of the Emperor's glory. He is only an echo of the past, a monster that has slept for thousands of years without dying."

The coverage of the Primarch was always so radical, the powerful hated Guilliman so much.

They speak of it as a monster, an echo of the past.

A would-be tyrant trying to take power away from his father.

The Imperial Daily represents the attitude of the elites of Terra towards Guilliman’s coming to Terra.

They haven't always been like this either.

Nava remembered that before, the Imperial Daily reported that Guilliman’s awakening was a gift from the human emperor to the empire. People should work harder and pay more taxes in order to repay the emperor.

But now, Nava didn't know why they changed their words.

I don’t know when the Imperial Daily’s report on the Primarch became very radical.

Traitor, tyrant, executioner of imperial loyalists.

Echoes of the past, a potential tyrant trying to wrest power from his father.

Various words representing evil have been put on the Primarch.

Trying to promote the threat of the Primarch, advocating how dark the empire will be once the Primarch seizes power.

It is conceivable how much the dignitaries hate Guilliman.

Such overwhelming publicity made Nava feel that as long as those nobles of Terra were given a chance, they would definitely kill the Primarch by any means.

Even if the opponent is a Primarch, they will not hesitate to make a move.

Nava, who was sitting in a corner of the tavern, learned something from the conversations of some people.

Those powerful plan to pull down the statue of Guilliman on the Imperial Square.

To prove that they will not succumb to the terrible monsters that destroy the empire.

Show their firm attitude of resistance.

Unless Guilliman compromises with them, they will not stop fighting against Guilliman.

Nava took some time to understand the ins and outs of this matter.

He wondered why a returning primarch was so unpopular with the powerful.

It's a pity that I don't get much information.

Some people say that Guilliman is the heir to the emperor. This time he came here for the succession of the empire, and he has always been aloof. The high lords who control the highest authority of the empire are very dissatisfied and feel that the primarch is stepping on their heads, so They want to resist.

Others say that Guilliman is the savior of the Empire, resurrected to contain the monsters that lurk in the shadows.

Some people even say that Guilliman is a traitor who has betrayed the loyalists of the empire, and the nobles of Terra are fighting to defend the empire.

All kinds of theories are very chaotic, and Nava really doesn't have the energy to find the truth from these chaotic information.

Finally, he chose a more reliable statement.

Guilliman and the dignitaries are just a duel in a power game. Whoever wins will be able to take charge of the supreme power of the empire.

Of course, such a thing has nothing to do with them.

Everyone tacitly agrees that no matter who is in power, their fate will not change.

Anyone who packs himself in the name of salvation ends up being one of those hated nobles of Terra.

The high lord has changed so many people back and forth, isn’t it still the same in the end?

After hearing the latter, Nava lost interest in this matter.

He withdrew his attention. Those things had nothing to do with him. Let's find a job first and find a way to survive.

Nava listened to the conversations of those people in the tavern to see if there was any job opportunity.

Everyone in the tavern is chattering like a prisoner who has just been released from a prison.

What they talked about most was Guilliman, and gossip about various dignitaries.

These are not what Nava wants.

He pays more attention to topics such as macrophage worms, mutant creatures, gangster fires, and psychotropic drugs.

These topics mean that you need to find someone for a partial job.

Once he sees someone talking, Nava will listen carefully to see if anyone needs help.

The work in the tavern is not stable, but it is indeed very profitable.

As a native nester, Nava naturally knows how to do it.

In order to survive, people have to learn to adapt and step into some gray areas.

After staying in the tavern for a long time, Nava got a job by virtue of his strong body and courage.

A sullen-looking man asked him if he dared to kill someone.

After making the promise to dare to kill, he was recruited by the other party.

We will go to a hidden nest cave in a few days to hunt some special mutant animals.

It's dangerous, but the rewards are good.

This is undoubtedly good news for Nava.

Out of the tavern, when returning to the residence.

Nava felt that he should share it with his female neighbor.

During this time, the other party took good care of him.

When Nava returned to his residence, he discovered that something had changed.

The building where I live was blocked by people from the Ministry of Justice.

Through the cordon set up by the Ministry of Justice, he saw the body of his female neighbor lying on the ground.

Her throat was cut open, and the bright red blood flowed down the uneven concrete floor, soaking a large area.

The clothes were torn, exposing snow-white skin with large bruises.

Obviously, before killing her, the other party abused her.

Beside the woman lay the bodies of two children, their throats were also wiped off, and blood flowed all over the floor.

It's hard to imagine what kind of person would do this to a child.

An official of the Ministry of Justice slowly wiped the **** dagger.

"Two little traitors with traitor blood and a disgusting woman who sold her body are all disgusting and disgusting existences. It's a pity that no other information can be asked." The tone of the official of the Ministry of Justice dissatisfied.

Obviously, to attack such a person has tarnished his nobility.

The bodies of the woman and the two children were put into black body bags as garbage, and thrown onto the vehicle of the Ministry of Justice.

The explanation of this by the Ministry of Justice is that the woman is suspected of being entangled with the former rioters.

After interrogation, they decontaminated it.

"Grateful, we have saved you from those hateful cultists once again."

Before leaving, the official of the Ministry of Justice made a high-profile announcement to the civilians who surrounded him.

Nahua stood in the crowd, holding back his tears, so as not to let others see his abnormality.

The moment he saw the bodies of the woman and the two children, his whole body collapsed.

Immediately followed by unspeakable anger.

That anger is so strong, if it can be transformed into a real flame, it may be able to ignite the entire Terra.

Those **** rich and powerful.

Damn the legal department.

Damn Emperor.

Everything is abominable, repulsive.

Nahua did not choose to return to his room, he turned his head and left his residence to avoid being involved in this matter.

The Ministry of Justice will take action against the woman and the two children, even killing them.

It must be because the friend once participated in the riot.

He thought that was over.

My friend also paid the price and was burned alive by the Ministry of Justice.

I just didn't expect that the people behind it were so vicious.

Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, even the children are unwilling to let go.

Nahua fled his residence. Although he was not familiar with the people in that residential area, it was inevitable that some familiar people would recognize him.

Once it is reported, it will be the law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Justice.

After fleeing the residential area, Nava hid in a dark, officially abandoned house.

There are a lot of bums here, and some crazy ones.

A man with disheveled hair and a somewhat crazy look noticed Nava's arrival.

The other party walked to Nava's side and asked in a low voice.

"My friend, are you interested in learning about the Brass Brotherhood? Are you willing to endure such an arrangement? Endure the fooling of the powerful? Are you too weak to resist the injustice of this world?"

the man whispered.

It was similar to what the person said last time.

Obviously, this Brass Brotherhood has grown to a certain size.

Nava looked at the other party, "Then what can I do?"

Hearing this, the man smiled.

"Keep your anger, join us, and work together to tear up this hateful world. Vent your anger, vent your dissatisfaction."

Barb Galaxy.

On the main deck of the Glory of Macragge.

Many senior officials of the expeditionary force gathered here.

They surround the pulpit held by Guilliman and his personal guards.

“This is a tragedy and a failure of our duty. We promised to protect those innocent people, but we failed to do so, and they suffer because of it.”

Guilliman said this sentence to many expeditionary generals without hesitation.

"We can't turn a blind eye to the Babu galaxy's request for help. They ask, and we respond, which is precisely the obligation of the ruler. If we can't give them safety and the right to live, why should they be loyal to us?"

"So, let's clench our fists and attack, and get rid of the enemies of the Babu galaxy as soon as possible, restore peace to this galaxy, and free those suffering people."

Farewell to the Dark Angels, after setting sail from the Stone Fortress.

Considering that the combat missions in the Nephilim star area do not require such a large military force.

Guilliman took away many heroes of the empire, preparing to go to Terra.

Of course, going to Terra is not going directly, but a plan.

Guilliman's stage goal is to go to the Beta-Garmon galaxy.

Take control of that galaxy, get Terra by the throat.

In this way, he declares his strong control over the solar galaxy.

This is an act of showing off force and power. It is very low-level, but it works.

Control of the Beta-Garmon system can make the powerful on Terra lose the confidence to fight him.

This makes it easier to promote his reforms and various orders.

Guilliman, who formulated the plan to control the Beta-Garmon galaxy and control Terra, could not ignore the distress signals along the way.

In order to go to Terra, they abandon those important strategic galaxies that urgently need to be rescued, and ignore the help of the people of the empire.

That is an irresponsible act, and a reckless act that leaves a source of trouble.

The Emperor eagerly launched the Great Crusade, and the final outcome was to sit on the golden throne, and mankind was forced to accept a dark fate.

This shows that you can never eat hot tofu in a hurry.

No one knows where the next accident will appear.

The war against chaos should not be limited to a temporary victory, but should be planned in the long run.

Only the last laugh is the best laugh.

A well-known artist once said that no matter how good a gun is, it’s useless if you can’t eat chicken.

Steady progress, step by step, is the kingly way.

Guilliman responded to the request for help from those important strategic galaxies, and used his huge combat power to sweep away those enemies.

And take advantage of the opportunity to place loyal officials and generals in important positions in those galaxies.

In this way, it is like a war strategy game.

Dye a large number of sites with their own colors and become their own basic sites.

Calgar, Phikris, Gray and other imperial heroes were sent out by him again.

Send to those worlds that need rescue, expel demons and traitors, and promote reforms.

Guilliman only agreed with them on an approximate time, and asked them to go to the Beta-Garmon galaxy to rendezvous within the specified time.

The terrorist force headed for Terra was divided into several groups and marched from different routes to promote Guilliman's plan.

In this way, Guilliman can form a situation surrounding Terra.

Wait until all the fleets meet in the Beta-Garmon system.

The surroundings of the solar system are full of officials and generals loyal to Guilliman.

At that time, even if the emperor recovers, his decree will not be able to leave the solar system.

The main waterways are all controlled by people loyal to him.

Many dignitaries on Terra and the oil guys from Mars will be pinched by him at will.

The Babu galaxy is also an important galaxy on Guilliman's route to Terra, and he listed it as a strategic location that must be controlled.

The Babu galaxy is an important node of the warp space channel leading to Terra, where several channels meet.

More importantly, Babu is also a galaxy that produces agricultural products for Terra.

One can imagine how important the Babu galaxy is to Terra.

A large amount of food is transported from here to Terra to feed the countless population of Terra.

Considering the importance of Babu, the high lords also appointed a battle group called the Emperor's Hand to be responsible for daily defense work.

This galaxy usually has a company of space fighters and an Imperial Navy fleet, as well as a group of Astra Militarum garrisons to ensure that if the galaxy is attacked, it can persist until the support of other friendly forces.

It is a pity that with the corruption of the nobles on Terra, many armaments in the Baal galaxy have become data on paper.

The Emperor's Hand Chapter was also transferred a large number of manpower due to the Great Rift, leaving only one squad.

This led to the arrival of Guilliman, who was about to win over the Emperor's Hand Chapter and take full control of the Terra granary.

Chaos war gangs have already invaded here first.

And with the help of complex blood sacrifice rituals, a subspace entrance was opened, and those demons were let in.

When Guilliman arrived, the defender of the void of this galaxy had already died in battle, and the wreckage of a large number of ships was floating in the void.

The corpses of the sailors who fought to the last moment were also suspended in space.

The survivors hid in various cities, built fortifications, and desperately sent messages for help to the subspace, hoping to get support.

Guilliman answered their plea for help.

The fleet rushing out of the subspace easily wiped out the fleets of those Chaos traitors with their powerful firepower.

Tear the Chaos traitor's blasphemous ships full of all kinds of distortions into pieces.

To comfort those innocent people who died in battle.

After clearing the space of the traitor fleet.

Guilliman led a large imperial army and directly parachuted into the ground to fight.

With the improvement of transmission technology.

The way imperial troops land on the surface of the planet has also changed.

Expeditionary troops began to gradually abandon the landing ships that were cumbersome, had large targets, and were easily intercepted by anti-aircraft artillery.

Basically, from the battleship, directly open the portal to the surface, and with the help of the portal, kill the enemy by surprise.

Accompanied by flashes of light, Guilliman appeared on the battlefield together with many soldiers.

At this time, the city has been breached.

A large number of innocent civilians were massacred by those Chaos traitors and demons.

They are extremely rampant, recklessly harvesting the flesh and soul of the people of the empire.

Traitors who are waging massacres, see imperial troops appearing with flashes.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Obviously, they couldn't believe the changes in the imperial forces for a while.

However, they haven't waited for their reaction.

The angry fighters began to slaughter those traitors by the same means.

Let them understand how terrible the anger of the empire is.

The astonishment on the face of the traitor has not subsided before he was torn to pieces by the swarming imperial loyalists.

Imperial loyalists rush against traitors like a torrent.

Using the advantages of numbers and firepower to slaughter those Chaos warriors and cultists.

Let them taste the fear and powerlessness they once brought to the civilians of the empire.

After finally breaking through the defenders' fortifications, the traitors who seized control of the planet were frightened by the loyalists of the empire before they could celebrate.

Under such a swift and fierce offensive, they were powerless to stop it.

They tried to organize troops to counterattack, but in the end they were only ruthlessly crushed by the torrent of loyalists of the empire.

Even their demonic allies were banished with screams.

The subspace channel they opened with the blood sacrifice was quickly closed.

The battle to regain Baal was soon over.

Invading this galaxy is just a small Chaos warband, which is not enough to fight against the huge expeditionary force.

They were quickly defeated and wiped out in the Baal galaxy.

For Guilliman, this is just a trivial victory.

However, the suffering brought by this war to the people of the Babu galaxy is very heavy.

The trenches were filled with corpses, piled up in crude fortifications.

It is shocking and unbearable.

They stubbornly carried out the last resistance.

Until the enemy breaks through their lines, kills them, and rushes into those cities.

The civilians were unarmed, with horror and anxiety on their cold faces.

The city is full of corpses left by chaos traitors and demon massacres, broken and broken, with stumps and broken arms everywhere.

Guilliman ordered people to collect those corpses, and at the same time appease the survivors who still had a little sense.

But after he finished all this, his exclusive astronomer - Luo Shan, reported a piece of bad news to him.

"My lord, the closer you get to Terra, the stronger the influence of its warp."

To prove his point, a Hand warrior who had died fighting the traitors was brought before Guilliman.

From the broken power armor of the corpse, it can be seen that the opponent must have experienced a very tragic battle.

However, it was the terrible phenomenon that had happened to the warrior that made Guilliman more concerned.

The corpses of dead Space Marines were covered with swelling moss of flesh.

This is a trace of subspace pollution.

"I have closed the subspace channel, why is this?" Guilliman frowned.

In previous cases of demonic invasions, as long as the subspace channel is closed, the subspace pollution that comes with the demons will disappear quickly, and it will be corrected by the laws of the real universe.

Now, the pollution of the subspace continues after the closure of the subspace channel, which has obviously become abnormal.

"There is too little information so far. The only thing that is certain is that the closer you get to Terra, the weaker the veil between the subspace and the real universe is. Some things are going beyond the Emperor's influence and continue to oppress Terra. Babu The galaxies are just spillover effects of that force," Roshan said.

He could feel an undercurrent surging centered on Terra.

The demons lurking in the depths of the subspace seem to be plotting a terrible plan.

This time, their target is Terra, the sacred home of humanity.

While Guilliman was talking with Roshan, the corpse of the Space Marine suddenly changed.

The surging moss gradually swelled and slowly burst, giving birth to a group of clumsy, blind, and fierce flesh and blood spider monsters.

Dense eyes grow on their fleshy bodies.

As soon as they were born, they showed hostility towards the humans standing aside, with hissing sounds from their weird mouthparts, and greed and violence in their eyes.

Guilliman's personal guards attacked immediately and smashed all of them to pieces.

To them, this monster is so weak that even ordinary people can easily kill it.

But Guilliman did frowned, showing a worried look.

Terra has the Emperor, but there are beings trying to do it.

I'm afraid that the opponent is targeting the Emperor.

I thought this was just a duel between him and the elites of Terra, but now it seems that the situation will not be so simple.

Those who dared to attack the emperor must be able to do so only the power of chaos at the level of the Four Gods.

Banned for one chapter.

I have no choice but to repost.

When you see a chapter with the same name in the future, you can skip it directly.

For the brothers who ordered repeatedly, I can only say sorry.

There is really no other way, I can’t make amends, I have to resend it,

(end of this chapter)