Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1107 - Chapter 1104 The Final Offensive

Guilliman nodded, very satisfied with the Ultramarines’ reasonableness.

Seeing that this matter was suppressed, Guilliman gave special instructions to Calgar.

“If Jaghatai comes to visit in the future, you must inform me first and then welcome him, you know?”

“Yes, my father!”

On the other side, Jaghatai sneezed.

It was impossible for the Primarch to get sick. The only things that could make them physically ill were foul spells and deep-seated hatred.

Jaghatai touched his nose with his hand and felt that this inexplicable sneeze came from the hatred of someone or something.

As for what it is…

Jaghatai couldn’t feel it clearly. He only knew that this hatred came from the depths of the Terra Palace that was gradually collapsing and destroying behind him.

“Great Khan, are there any traces of the enemy?” Corsaro drove his motorcycle to Chagatai Khan’s side. His eyes were sharp and ready to go. He could shoot out like a sharp arrow with just a command from Chagatai.

Jaghatai shook his head, indicating that there were no enemies around them, and they were probably just neighing unwillingly after being wiped out.

Bai Scar moved forward quickly, and after running at full speed for more than ten days, he saw the new battlefield in the distance.

The horizon is covered with a layer of darkness, and the closer you get, the less and less reddish-brown soil you can see, replaced by fragments of black stone used by the Necrontyr as building materials.

After climbing over a high mountain, Chagatai saw the vast position formed by the Necrontyr on the spire with thin air.

If the Royal Palace of Terra is an extravagant creation that reflects countless golden light under the sunlight, then the position built by the Necrontyr is a giant cemetery with no life at all.

The color of the black stone filled Chagatai’s eyes. Buried within it were cables with exaggerated energy levels. Under the influence of extremely short pulses, they were like tens of millions of rivers of dead souls irrigating a huge cemetery.

Every second, a huge obelisk that is about to be destroyed is reflected back from the front line, and every second, a new obelisk jumps into the crack and is transported to the front line of the war.

The entire cemetery operates efficiently due to the war, but apart from the maintenance technicians and the cloud-like gathering of underworld scarabs, there is no other activity of Necrontyr units.

This is very different from the human position. During the interval between each attack, the exhausted Astra Militarum will retreat into the trenches and sit in the dug half-length holes to taste extremely high-energy compressed food.

The sounds of exchanges, prayers, weapons being wiped, vehicles running, hot water simmering, etc. all merged together.

These sounds show that the human position is full of vitality, and Trazin, an overlord who loves collecting, is also moved by it, often looking for the best viewing angles to record with his equipment.

But when they arrived at the Necrontyr, all the sounds disappeared, and all the troops were thrown into the pocket space, waiting for the opening of the hyperspace door, and followed the orders of the Overlord and the King of France to slowly and silently walk out.

The Necrontyr seemed to be thrown into a vacuum zone, and sounds could not be input or transmitted.

Only then did Jaghatai gain a deeper understanding of the Necrontyr’s fading nature.

They seem powerful, but in fact they have no ability to develop and create, and can only guard the legacy of the past and slowly rot.

If the human empire becomes like this, it will be no different from extinction. The remaining humans will be nothing more than walking zombies relying on memory and body reflexes.

The literary emotion ends and the tactical observation begins.

Jaghatai noticed the wounds of the obelisks, the corrosive stomach juices of the Tyranid swarm, the live weapons of the Orks, the blasphemous mark of the demonic frenzy, the disintegrating traces of the Gaussian rays. .

After being hit by these four attacks in turn, the towering and solid obelisk was crumbling, and it was dripping with solution of unknown composition as it slowly flew towards the maintenance area.

“Let’s look deeper.”

Chagatai Khan gave an order, and the soldiers continued to move forward.

A technician who looked like a spider came to greet them. After an elegant and stiff salute, he introduced the terrible battle situation in the core area.

“That area is closely connected with the subspace, and the deepest throne of gods provides a steady stream of chaotic energy. The exorcism dead zone cannot be used in this situation, and can only be forcibly advanced by ground troops.”

“Now our frontline has not moved for a long time. The Tyranid swarm and the orcs are making rapid progress in the war. A few days ago, the defense line of the Doma Dynasty was attacked by five million elite orcs equipped with dimensional jump backpacks and force cycle energy shields. , the entire dynasty collapsed in eight hours.”

“The defense line of the Sshanko Dynasty was attacked by overwhelming insects. Hundreds of insect saints, which were taller than the Himalayas, passed through their defense line with an unstoppable momentum. They even dismembered a Hadong slaughterhouse. Necrontyr warriors The recycling completeness rate is less than 1.5%”

“The Great Demon who was given a name led his legion to delay the Silence King. Relying on the surging power provided by the throne, he fought to a draw with the King of France who possessed the power of the Star God fragment…”

Listening to the technician’s battlefield report, Chagatai’s scalp went numb. He originally thought that even if the intensity of the battle in this core area was very high, it would not span several large sections.

Now it seems that, let alone the Astra Militarum composed of mortals, even the Space Marines have to be used as cannon fodder on the new battlefield.

But fortunately, Space Marines are used to sacrifice and have no fear of battle. They only hope that they can die gloriously on the battlefield and return to the embrace of the Golden Throne with full honor.

“So do you think the help of the Human Empire can break the deadlock?” Chagatai asked the technician after thinking about it.

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The technician paused for a moment, and the computing brain composed of light and electricity quickly started deducing. Finally, he said, “Overall, we will gain a negligible advantage. The duration of the battle will be reduced by 3% with your arrival, which is gratifying Congratulations.”

“Ah…I’m really not good at communicating with you metal heads.”

Chagatai shook his head and led his men to explore deeper and provide reconnaissance information to other legions that were slower than him.

The Emperor and Waldo looked at each other and knew that the next battlefield was the time for them to appear.

The God-Emperor opens the way for the Emperor, the Custodes, and the Sisters of Silence. The next second after passing through, he came to the gathered original body.

All the Space Marine legions and mortal troops were arrayed in order. A line of defenses composed of Necrontyr before them was slowly being torn open, and the enemy poured in like a flood from the gap.

It won’t be long before orcs, tyranids, and demons stand before them.

All looked at the Emperor, awaiting his speech and orders.

The Emperor had no intention of making a long speech, he just drew the flaming sword and pointed it at the enemy and roared loudly.

“For peace! Attack!”

(While walking around last night, I suddenly had an inspiration and started a new book. “What’s the point of forcing the king?” This book is intended to be written in the category of funny and entertaining articles. I also haven’t written a few chapters, but you guys You can take a look and decide which one is better to write. I will choose one to write based on the feedback. It is impossible to open two books.)

(Oh, it’s okay. It can’t be searched until I reach 20,000 words. You can take a look when I reach 20,000 words.)