Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

The drop pod trailing a trail of flames fell like a dense fireball, like stars falling; many of the imperial soldiers who were still holding on on the ground had red eyes after seeing this. The emperor's angel descended from the sky, and everyone seemed to have returned to thousands of years ago, to the golden age of mankind.

Duker sat in the airborne pod and looked at the various data displayed in front of him.

When they broke through the poisonous gas layer formed by the indiscriminate use of chemical weapons from high altitude, the conditions on the ground battlefield were already vaguely visible.

Tens of thousands of wither drones from the World-Purge Plague Army warband are wandering in mid-air.

The guns and artillery roared on the ground battlefield, and the roars of human soldiers gradually became clearer.

"Determining the landing coordinates, the coordinates are."

An electronic beep came from the airborne warehouse.

"The coordinates have been confirmed and fire suppression is being carried out on air defense targets."

The voice of the battleship command came from the Space Marine communication channel.

The tail flame ejected from the tail of Dukel's drop pod began to shift. After adjustment, he will reach the designated coordinates more accurately.

The Chaos Space Marines on the ground raised their guns and fired, trying to explode the drop pod before it landed.

The lasers blessed by Nurgle, carrying disease and corrosion, pierced each drop pod.

After seeing this, Duker couldn't wait any longer. Less than a kilometer away from the ground, he could already clearly see the target point.

The original body kicked open the door of the drop bay, wielded a bolt gun and a chain sword, and jumped down from the cabin.

After accelerating by kicking his legs, he was already falling to the ground at a speed far exceeding the speed of other airborne pods.

The sound barrier was torn apart by the incomparably powerful body, and the ring-shaped gas explosion cloud flashed past.

"Boom!——"

The majestic body slammed straight into the battlefield on the ground, and the kinetic energy it carried overturned hundreds of meters of ground.

A fallen warrior was trampled directly into a pulp, and the power armor was squeezed into thin slices and became indistinguishable from flesh and blood.

"Click——"

Dukel raised the loaded bolter, and the seemingly real and illusory inner fire spread along the barrel.

"The Empire is on top!——"

"Bang bang bang bang!——"

The roar of bolters was mixed with bloodthirsty laughter.

The bodies of countless human traitors were blown to pieces by explosions with spiritual fire attached to them.

The ground firepower of the World Purifying Plague Army was wiped out in large quantities, and the airborne troops landed perfectly with almost no losses.

The guards of the Second Legion, who were responsible for protecting the original body, quickly rallied after stepping out of the drop pod.

Their weapons are also burning with endless spiritual fire, and the Chaos protective force field equipped on the power armor of the fallen warriors is useless under their attacks.

Some fallen warriors who tried to stop him were all killed instantly.

Thousands of people, including Dukel, cleared this fire spot completely in less than a minute.

But more Chaos warbands nearby, like a colony of ants under attack, gathered one after another, and their roaring sounds were faintly visible in the hazy poisonous mist.

High in the sky, more and more airborne silos are falling like raindrops.

After landing, the Imperial infantry and Space Marines formed a battle formation at extremely fast speeds and gathered together.

"Humanity must win!!!" the original body roared, taking the lead to charge forward, as if the real fighting passion spread on the battlefield in an instant.

Countless imperial soldiers shouted in response, their machine spirits were delighted, and their bolters vented their anger crazily.

The charging array formed by the Primarch and the Imperial warriors was like a raging wave, sweeping these deserters of humanity, the ignorant people bewitched by Chaos, into it and crushing them to pieces.

The fallen warriors exploded one after another, and the broken pieces of power armor, together with the exploded flesh and blood, splashed everywhere on the battlefield.

The stumps and broken arms flew over and over, the skull was shattered and blood filled the sky, and the bones were broken and screams were everywhere.

Nurgle's blessing gave them stronger vitality, but also made them suffer under the burning fire of the soul.

"Execute Tactics 63!"

Dukel, who was running on the charge path, shouted through the built-in voice of the power armor.

Soon, this torrent of human warriors branched off.

Duker led nearly 5,000 Second Legion guards and rushed straight towards the anti-aircraft rail guns of the Plague Army.

Efilar took more imperial warriors to the Nale Star Steel Fortress to support.

In the Iron Fortress, the most critical moment has now been reached.

The think tank of the World Cleansing Plague Army reacted the moment they learned of the arrival of support from the empire.

They decided to capture the Iron Fortress first, and after defeating the defenders in the fortress, they used it as a defensive base to start a tug-of-war with the supporting Imperial soldiers.

Under their pollution, this planet's atmosphere has been filled with chronic toxins. As long as they can drag the opponent into a tug-of-war, victory will definitely belong to them!

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"Buzz!——"

Amidst the buzzing sound, Duker held a special chain sword and easily peeled away the outer armor of a Demos Predator tank.

Then, in the horrified eyes of the Chaos Space Marines, bolters burning with inner fire were inserted along the breach.

This huge war machine howled, and then the explosive bomb exploded directly in the armor, setting off a sky-high fire.

Duker kicked the war machine, which weighed dozens of tons, away, and the powerful kinetic energy exploded the enemy troops along the way into pieces of meat everywhere.

"keep going!"

Along this road paved with flesh and blood and scraps of power armor, Duker and his escort continued to attack the anti-aircraft railgun position.

The psychic force field spreads out, and each warrior of the Second Legion is used as a node to jointly construct an extremely huge psychic matrix.

The cannonballs and lasers blessed by Chaos have lost their original power in the mind matrix, and even the protection of the new power armor cannot be broken.

And on the other side of the battlefield.

The imperial soldiers led by Efilar also fought fiercely.

The living saint who had completed his upgrade now had wings that were entirely composed of spiritual fire burning on his back.

Even the mighty Astartes are no match for her.

The figure burning with flames shines like a beacon on this battlefield, tearing a bloody path for the Imperial soldiers through the enemy lines.

The Astra Militarum and Space Marines on the fortress, after seeing the surprise attack of reinforcements, turned their guns and provided cover fire.

They showed their ferocity on the fortress, and the flames sprayed from the barrels of their guns were the best reflection of the anger in their hearts.

Since the battle with the Plague Army, they have been suppressed, and countless Imperial soldiers have died under their guns and chemical weapons.

In the defense line of the fortress, you can even see the busy figures of many imperial civilians.

Some of them were carrying military supplies and ammunition for the soldiers defending the city, while others were helping the soldiers bandage their wounds.

Some strong men picked up weapons and shot at the enemy without wearing any armor.

This is the survival of the empire.

Scenes like this are not uncommon in today's galaxy. The cornerstone of the Human Empire in the Dark Ages always stands amid the sacrifices of countless Imperial people.