Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

In the cold darkness of the universe, the dimmest star light reflects on the scarred outer wall of the battleship, like the twisted gods in the blasphemous ocean, silently mocking the despair and greed of the world.

A huge fleet belonging to the Human Empire was traveling between the void and the debris. The hard bow of the ship savagely squeezed away the broken and twisted steel, arrogantly proclaiming its identity and glory as a winner.

This was the wave of followers of the Lord of the Second Legion, the 23rd Expeditionary Fleet under the Emperor. They had just completed a great deed, in the name of the Lord of Mankind and the Primarch, in the distant and In the dark Cornwall galaxy, an entire alien coalition that was comparable in size and military strength was defeated and massacred.

Hundreds of Twisting Nether Engines were torn apart by the light spears and macrocannons on the human warships, scattering broken metal and embarrassing stumps, like screaming beasts shedding silvery white blood.

The more stubborn and valuable alien warships met an even more tragic fate. Led by the Mechanic-Priests and Astartes, a large number of Skitarii warriors swarmed into those priceless alien engines. All the guardians were slaughtered with the most efficient ruthlessness, and the human technological crystals stolen by the aliens were brought back to the light of Omnisiah for necessary purification and research.

Beyond these minions, on the core battlefield of the war, the Queen of Glory and the powerful Mechanical Ark tore apart their opponents at a faster speed. As the core combat force of the Alien Alliance, the Kroot warship became The most dazzling ruins in the entire galaxy, this nine-kilometer-long stern ship controlled by avian aliens became the victim of a brutal murder, like a huge beast's claws tearing open the entire upper body of a human being. Like a belly, an unimaginable wound ran straight through the desecrated vessel, nearly splitting it in two, revealing its completely destroyed warp engines and plasma drives.

This was the work of the Primarch, part of her incomprehensible power, the Master of the Legions who marked the end of the battle: the two main forces of the Alien Alliance, the Kroot and the Ada Pirates, Obliterated one after another in her smile and the storm.

The former, together with their mothership, was completely destroyed by a devastating long-range psychic attack, and the residents of Comoros who rushed to the battlefield did not even really participate in the battle. On the public communication channel It left behind a series of miserable and strange screams that made people feel chills all over, and then lost control one after another and crashed in the center of the battlefield.

So, when the fleet of the Human Empire sailed into the 13th Terran Standard Time in the Cornish Galaxy, the last alien ship that still had the will to resist was reduced to ashes under thousands of cannon fires, and the Second Legion The battleships reunited and cheered to their genetic mother, while the losers of the battle will despair that the entire galaxy has been briefly blocked by the will of the Spider Queen, and the only way to meet their fate is A ruthless dissection by researchers from Reza.

The mechanical priests in orange-red robes became the busiest group of people after the battle. They drove their ships and rushed back and forth between each broken alien war engine, just like the green boys of the Deathskull clan. Like a carnival in the ruins, these Ryza people dragged everything they were interested in to their ships, whether it was precious instruments, alien technology, or living bodies captured with the help of the Dawnbreakers Experimental product, and the plasma drive on the Kroot ship made Representative Reza who accompanied the army smile happily and repeatedly praised the value of the Little Double-Headed Eagle Alliance.

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"We eliminated the Alien Alliance fleet faster than planned. Although the pirates from the Eldar were indeed an unexpected factor, after the original body took action personally, they even fired a single bomb. No chance at all."

Replacing Marshall, the chief commander who stayed behind in Avalon, Knight Bayar now sat on Morgan's right hand. As the speaker of the meeting, he told the projection in front of everyone.

"After annihilating the alien fleet, just as we deduced, the Glastonians are sending their main fleet to the Cornwall system. Their every move is within the sight of our lurkers. And they themselves didn’t expect that our speed would be so fast, so we had enough time to complete the ambush before Graston’s fleet entered the Cornwall system.”

"It was also at this time that the battle against Graston had officially begun. Our first step strategy was to ensure that Graston's main fleet had just sailed into the Cornwall system and could form a combat force or attack Graston. Completely annihilate the home star before it sounds an alarm, thereby destroying the enemy's void power."

"In order to achieve this goal, we have made preparations in four aspects."

"First of all, we mobilized three-digit warships, including Queen of Glory and Mechanical Ark, forming an absolute numerical advantage."

"Secondly, our latent force has initially penetrated into the local fleet, and through substitution, threats and persuasion, has left hidden dangers on a quarter of the enemy's ships."

"Third, the electronic warfare department specially established by the Primarch and Reza's mechanical priests joined forces to use five different electronic waste codes and control viruses to ensure that they can be controlled and paralyzed at the first moment of the naval battle. The enemy’s communication and command system.”

"Finally, the small subspace storm stirred up by the Primarch himself will also fundamentally interfere with and destroy the Glaston fleet's means of calling through psychic energy."

"After we put all the above-mentioned preparations in place, the Graston fleet also arrived in the Cornwall system within the time we deduced, and encountered our electronic warfare offensive at the first time."

"At that moment, the battle begins."

"At that moment, the battle can be declared over."

"We resolved the battle within an hour. More than one-third of the enemy ships were destroyed by gunfire, and the rest were completely paralyzed by the waste code offensive, or chose to surrender with the help of our army's lurking personnel."

"From the beginning to the end, the Graston home planet has not received even a single request for help. Even when we followed the subspace route information of the enemy fleet and jumped directly to the central area of ​​the Graston galaxy, they did not Know you're being attacked."

"Our army destroyed the enemy's fortresses at the edge of the galaxy in the shortest possible time, controlled Mandeville Point, and ensured that large forces could enter stably. Subsequently, we detached our fleet to blockade the rest of the galaxy, and sent Asta The elite troops composed of Special Forces and the Adeptus Mechanicus, with the support of lurkers, stormed the orbital space station above the Graston home planet."

"It was only then that the enemy discovered that their home planet was under attack."

"It was also at this time that the battle to recapture Graston officially began."

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"Battle Space Station VIII just sent back a message, Commander-in-Chief."

A cold voice woke up the Supreme Commander of Graston from his intermittent naps. Forty years of military career urged him to open his eyes immediately, along with the attention-enhancing potion that had been injected into his body. Roaring in his veins, he woke up completely in the next second and looked at the source of the sound.

It was an officer, and the rank on his shoulder indicated that he had a certain status in the army and the highest command, but the commander-in-chief could not recognize him: most of the people in this command wore a A specially processed closed helmet contains a special code that symbolizes identity.

The commander knew that this was the result of the struggle between the Carit family and the Three-Headed Alliance. The struggle between this super family and three large families had been going on on Graston for thousands of years and had penetrated into every aspect of the world, and he He was just a lucky man selected from civilian officers by the Three-Headed Alliance. He sat in this sensitive position and maintained a kind of balance.

"What happened?"

The commander quickly came to his command podium. Although he was already an old man and was not blessed with the rejuvenation potion monopolized by the Karite family, he still habitually maintained a tough attitude. .

"What did Space Station VIII send back?"

"The space station sent back a bunch of random codes without any possibility of translation or analysis. It contacted and transmitted more than twenty sets of codes within thirty seconds. The communications department hopes to get permission. Do you want to continue to accept it?"

"...continue and order them to open a new channel and ask the two space stations adjacent to Space Station VIII if they have discovered anything strange?"

"Understood. In addition, the main fleet heading to the Cornwall system has not sent back communications for more than five hours. Do we need to make additional contact?"

"No need. It's normal practice to send the contact after five hours."

The commander glanced at the officer strangely. He felt a little unfamiliar with the person in front of him, but the code read by his helmet assured him that this was a liaison adjutant directly responsible for him, and The person in front of me is indeed on duty today.

Maybe it's a new member of the Karit family who is gilding it.

The commander couldn't help but rub his eyebrows, trying not to think about the political whirlpool that would involve him. He knew that Gladstone was not peaceful recently, and there were more and more political violence that could be traced in the history books. One after another, the Karit family and the Three-Headed Alliance maintained a strange confrontation.

The force that calls itself the Human Empire previously sent out another large-scale visiting delegation, but was attacked by a large wave of unknown mobs on the surface. After the ground was full of chicken feathers, the two major forces separated to investigate. They all announced that the other party was the initiator.

For a time, the whole of Graston could be said to be undercurrents, and he, the nominal supreme commander, could not help but take action.

I just hope everything is peaceful, after all, he will retire in two or three years.

He prayed secretly, and then planned to continue taking a nap. As the sun shone on the other side of the world, the main city of Graston was drowsy at this time.

But just as the commander returned to his hard bed, before he could close his eyes, an explosion several floors away pierced the air and entered his brain.

"what happened!"

He jumped up and grabbed the pistol beside the bed. The second thing he picked up was the communicator, but there was only a messy electromagnetic syllable in it. He pressed it twice, then angrily threw it aside and grabbed it. I picked up another spare one, but it's still the same.

He staggered, put on his clothes again, and rushed out of his room. The sound of running and shouting in the corridor made him angry, but fortunately, the officer from before trotted over.

"There's something going on in the communications room! Commander!"

"what happened?"

"The specific situation is unclear. All communication equipment is out of service. A fire suddenly broke out in the communication room. We are temporarily unable to enter and cannot contact any department outside."

The commander was stunned for a moment, but decades of military career allowed him to immediately understand what was going on. He pushed aside the officer in front of him and ran to his command room panting. He looked like Officers from all walks of life gathered here from all directions. Seeing the confusion and stupidity on their faces, he grabbed the file on the side and knocked it hard on the wall to attract the attention of these people.

"This is an enemy attack! We encountered an enemy electronic warfare attack!"

"Re-establish the communication system immediately! Activate the backup communication room! Conduct emergency protection and anti-virus on the communication system! Otherwise, look for those communicators that can still be used!"

"Tell them to put all legions on combat readiness! Yes! All!"

"Open all void shields! Use all means to contact our space station, deep space outpost and fleet! Order them to send their own void power! Return to aid immediately! Return to aid immediately!"

"Tell those elders! Wake them all up! Tell them! I need the key to the central warehouse, and I need permission to start our genetic modification..."

"boom--"

Before the hoarse roar ended, a violent explosion that was definitely not surpassed by the cry of any living thing rose wantonly in everyone's ears. In the gradually quieting night sky, it was so abrupt and arrogant. , driving everyone in the command room into a temporary deafness. When the commander staggered to stabilize his body, he heard an officer standing next to the window shouting loudly. With.

"Command center! It's the air defense interception command center! Oh my God! It was blown up!"

Before he finished speaking, there was another arrogant explosion sound, which quickly ignited everyone's shock. This time, the sound of the explosion was extremely close, and the firelight even shone on every face in the command room, matching the sound of the explosion. The earthquake and tremors that came together made everyone unable to stand, reminding them of the intensity of the attack.

"That's the generator! That's the Void Shield's generator!"

The voice next to the window was still roaring hoarsely. Along with the loud shouting, the roar of explosions came one after another. The red light came one after another in the silence of the night, like drops of bright red dye dripping from a calm water glass. For a time, more than a dozen ferocious clouds appeared in the sky above this specially planned military base.

There was blood on the commander's ears. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, or roar angrily. He wanted to continue to order the children of the family in front of him, or scold the idiot next to the window who kept shouting. , but before he could utter any words, his teeth and ears were drowned by a most terrible explosion.

This time, he heard clearly.

The explosion was at his feet.

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Ezio looked at the burning command center in the distance and couldn't help blinking.

He lowered his head, looked at his task list again, then raised his head, looked at the command center that he had definitely not detonated, and fell into a brief silence.

Why did his mission target explode before he took action?

The young shadow champion fell into some kind of shock. He crouched at the feet of the panicked Gladstone soldiers, blinking innocently, and the expression under his helmet was like a confused Tibetan fox.

Suddenly, he felt a breath approaching very quickly, and the next second, he knew who it was.

"Edward?"

Along with doubts, a cheerful figure fell next to the shadow champion. The champion looked at the movement track, smelled the breath on his body, and frowned.

"You stole my mission."

"You have three missions, Ezio, but I only have one. I have nothing to do after completing it. And the sooner these things are destroyed, the better, isn't it?"

"You stole my mission."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong."

Edward spread his hands in the shadows. His apology was so insincere that Ezio continued to frown.

"Very good, now I have nothing to do, what should we do?"

"I remember that the C-3 team was within our range of activities, and their mission seemed to be a little overloaded."

"..."

"..."

"Together?"

"Together."

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"Under the electronic warfare offensive that started in advance, we removed several of the most threatening space stations before Graston's home planet was aware of it, and while attacking several other space stations, We begin our offensive on the surface of Graston."

"The first wave of surface offensive was completed by a large number of drones we ordered from Reza, accompanied by our land stealth forces. The highest priority targets were the generator areas of each major void shield, the medium and high-level air defense command centers, The main purpose of the radar station hub, as well as the air defense control and command communication system, is to destroy the main defense means of the Graston army and destroy their integrated strategic air defense system."

"Thanks to our extensive infiltration of Graston before the war began and thorough electronic warfare, we destroyed their communications system long before our fleet arrived, which ensured our first wave The offensive encountered no obstruction and destroyed all air defense centers and part of the generator equipment within five minutes."

"In order to do this, we secretly inserted a large number of Ministry of Internal Affairs soldiers and mortal agents into the two previous visit teams, especially the Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel who infiltrated during the first visit. We successfully succeeded in the second visit. During this visit, a large number of dissatisfied people were aroused, which caused a long period of chaos and provided cover for more of our forces to sneak into Gladstone."

"Before the battle began, the number of our Astartes warriors lurking in Graston had exceeded a thousand, and there was even an overabundance of manpower in dispatching missions."

"It was due to the hard work of these soldiers that we completed our first goal as quickly as possible. At the same time, the battle for the remaining space stations also ended in victory."

"At this point, the enemy has only a few defense guns, multi-link laser cannons, small missile silos, and a few super-heavy anti-ship missile arrays that can pose a threat to our fleet. But in Under the premise that our electronic warfare has destroyed the enemy ship's communication network, these anti-aircraft firepower, which cannot launch a joint offensive, has lost most of its threats. Our main fleet has entered low-Earth orbit and can launch direct orbital bombing."

"If this were a purely alien world, the war would have been declared over."

"However, this is a human world, and its most valuable resources are complete industrial areas and population. Therefore, we cannot carry out unbridled orbital bombing and must conduct further landing operations."

"At this point, the second step of this war begins."

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desert

airplane.

missile.

bombing.

Sleepless and sleepless.

The soldier huddled in his trench. This pit, which he had never counted on before, has become his only support now, because those demonic swarms are hovering above his head, and any tall buildings and fortresses will become their first priority. The target of the attack was wiped out under the combined attack of endless firepower and those roaring missiles. Even the most stubborn and tall command fortress did not survive for a minute in the face of such a nightmare.

Yes, he was sure, because he saw with his own eyes how the command fortress collapsed under the joint attack of more than a dozen missiles, because he was the escort who escorted the regional defense chief and the inspector sent by the capital to retreat into the bunker. One of the personnel, because he was staying at the door of the bunker at this moment, he could even hear the fierce quarrel between the regional defense chief and the inspector in this old building.

He listened carefully to these quarrels, because he longed to find something to do for himself that would make him forget the constant roar of the death voice in the sky and the countless lightnings dragging the long figures.

When the sky just started to fall into darkness, these deaths from beyond the stars began to flash in the sky, followed by the never-ending sound of explosions on the distant horizon, and those huge air defenses. The weapons array was overwhelmed and fought back, and suffered tragic fate one after another.

The first hour is the most difficult. The explosions and screams coming from all directions are like the summons of hell, which can even wake up the dead in the grave. The only remaining giant anti-aircraft cannon was destroyed during this stage. The slaughter was clean, and every second dozens or hundreds of fatal blows were fired within the range that the ears could catch.

At a certain point in time, these continuous explosions suddenly stopped, leaving only the slight friction sound left by tens of millions of silver-white swarms crossing the sky. However, the killing did not stop, from the air and The precise strikes in the distance continued. In the next few hours, until midnight, the not-intense strikes never stopped. The explosions only sounded every few seconds or even minutes, but they kept beating the survivors. The psychological defense line of the victims.

The soldier huddled at his post. He seemed to feel the presence of his comrades around him, but they were walking in a hurry, and none of them stopped. The expressions on their faces were the same fear and confusion as his.

He raised his head and saw a steady stream of silver-white swarms blowing over his head. He saw a huge fire array in the distance shivering with him in the only remaining void shield. He saw officers constantly leaving. Entering the bunker, he heard the quarrels inside that never stopped. He saw one herald after another complaining in a low voice, running to each front with manpower, delivering new orders one after another.

But he was still confused.

He didn't know how much strength was left in the defense line in front of him. Under the threat of those silver-white gods of death, he didn't dare to move around at will, or even look at the other corner of the trench.

He didn't even know if this line of defense existed, because when he evacuated here, he saw with his own eyes how a missile with a trailing tail accurately hit a complete trench, killing hundreds of thousands of people. The soldiers howled and turned into ashes in the flames.

He looked up, looked left and right, eager to find a true comrade, but everyone was hurriedly urged by the silent gods of death in the sky, and his pupils were filled with confusion and fear. It seemed that he was the only one in the world resisting those forces. An indescribable opponent.

Eventually, he cowered in the trench. Hour after hour, the only thing that accompanied him was the sound of the tearing wings of planes piercing the sky, or the air waves caused by a missile hitting another target in the distance.

He didn't even see a real enemy, but he seemed to have lost the war.

The gods of death in the sky didn't seem to be interested in their troops on land. They kept leaping and chasing, destroying more valuable targets. He felt that there might be millions of people hidden in these trenches and fortresses. The army, but now they are useless. They have no communications, no orders, and not even an enemy to shoot at. They have become groups of deaf and blind people, waiting for themselves in the empty trenches. of death sentence.

When did the war become like this?

The soldier gritted his teeth, trembled, and touched his gun.

At this time, he heard the quarrel in the bunker rising to a whole new level. He heard the defense chief and the inspector screaming at the same time, ordering him to go in.

He was stunned. When the two sharp orders came out clearly for the second time, he picked up the gun in a daze and walked into the command room.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the two top officers facing each other across a messy command table. The inspector from the capital still acted like a son of a high-ranking official. He raised his head. At first, he looked at the defense officer opposite with contempt.

The defense chief is an old chief whom soldiers have followed for more than ten years. It is said that he used to be a big shot in the capital area, but after he refused to pay bribes and offended a certain big shot in the Karit family, he was demoted here. Ten years.

"You are treasonous!"

The inspector spoke first. His voice was unbearably sharp. The young man bared his teeth like a dog. His military uniform had been modified to look like a military uniform or a dress. It seems nondescript and makes people want to laugh.

"Soldier, go notify the control room and open the void shield."

The defense chief was wearing a simple military uniform. He glanced at the pistol held tightly in the inspector's hand and walked slowly around the command table casually, as if it was an ordinary afternoon and he was giving another order. A very common command.

The inspector uttered a curse word, and pointed his gun at the soldiers, and then at the defense chief, as if he was wondering which person to threaten. At this moment, the defense chief suddenly spoke.

"You know? Just two hours ago, I seized the opportunity when communications could be briefly restored to send a message to inform that the intruders would carry out a large-scale landing here. This message was not sent to the temporary command center. Instead, it was issued to the most powerful army regiments closest to us."

"At the same time, within the range that they can detect, the enemy's fleet is indeed carrying out the most obvious landing operation. The landing position is the defense area I am responsible for."

"Do you know what this means?"

"What?"

The inspector was confused for a moment. His gun was pointed at the soldiers on the side out of habit, and he didn't even see the soldiers sneaking away.

And at this time, the defense chief suddenly attacked and pounced on the inspector who was less than two meters away from him. His movements were so agile that he did not look like an old man. Under the astonished eyes of the inspector, he silently punched After knocking over the young man from the capital, the gunfire rang out and hit the light bulb, causing the whole room to suddenly become bright and dark.

"Meaning you idiot's military academy was for nothing."

The soldier saw a happy smile on the face of the defense chief.

"Flat terrain, continuous marching convoys, tens of thousands of tanks and armored vehicles crowded together, lack of adequate air defense means and necessary cover, and the enemy also has complete air fire superiority! The entire track is theirs warships! The entire sky is filled with their fighter planes and drones!”

"Guess what will happen next?"

"If half of them reach here alive, it's because the gods are blessing you idiots!"

"That's why you guys, who haven't even learned the basic theory, think that if you gather a large group of super-heavy war engines or armored vehicles, you can be invincible and go on a rampage."

The inspector was knocked to the ground. He coughed extremely hard, and his pupils were filled with confusion that made people want to laugh. However, this did not prevent him from biting the corner of his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and letting out a fierce scream.

"You idiot, you traitor, just wait, the Senate will execute you! And your bunch of bastard-like brats!"

"my family."

The chief of defense let out the most contemptuous laugh.

"They don't have to worry about you."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to the soldier. Although he was still a little confused about the situation in front of him, after more than ten years of obeying and ordering, the soldier instinctively handed over the firearm in his hand, and the defense officer skillfully handed it over. Loaded the bullet, and then pointed it at the inspector who finally noticed a hint of death crisis.

"you this……"

"Fuck you, I just want to protect my family."

"And just now, they have come to my side, right next door."

A crisp gunshot echoed in the small room for a long time. The defense chief looked at the inspector's blown head. He seemed to sigh softly, as if regretting that he had broken some obsession that he had held on to for a lifetime.

After throwing the firearm aside, he slowly took off the unique armband around his neck and placed it on the table.

"Everything is as you wish, my lord."

The defense chief saluted the shadow next to the soldier. It was only then that the soldier was shocked to find that there was a soldier standing next to him who seemed to be two or three meters tall and covered in black armor.

"The Empire will remember your service."

The man in black armor didn't say much. After giving the simplest encouragement, he slowly picked up the armband.

"I remember that one of your good friends seems to be the garrison commander of the main hive?"

When the defense chief heard this, he showed a bitter smile.

"Yes, sir, he was a comrade at the same time as me, and he was also affected by me. He was unwilling to give false evidence to prove me, so he was kicked from the commander of the main force to the cold bench to die."

"Very good, I want to know, can this thing make him believe my words?"

"You know, what the empire brings is kindness and security. We are not willing to let more blood flow. Everyone in the hive is innocent in this battle."

The soldier saw a glimmer of light flashing in the defense chief's eyes.

"I can guarantee, sir, this is enough to make him think everything through. Please do this! You are right, those people are innocent. We have already had enough of the Karit family or other families. rule!"

"very good."

The black-armored warrior didn't speak anymore. He quickly disappeared into the shadows again. The soldier looked at the shadow with some disbelief. He even groped inside a few times, but never saw the obvious black-armored warrior again. .

At this time, the voice of the defense chief came again.

"Go and convey my order, ordering them to lower the void shield. This is a signal that has been finalized in advance. This war has nothing to do with us now."

"We are defeated."

"That's lucky, isn't it."

The soldier did not answer, but the pace of his departure became brisk. He walked to the control room, gave the order amidst sighs and silent joy, and then walked out of the bunker step by step.

He once again stood at the door of the bunker and poked his head out of his trench. The silver-white gods of death were still passing over his head in groups. But at this moment, he could really see them clearly. It turns out that it is so far up in the sky, so far away that it seems to exist in another world.

In his field of vision, bursts of yellow sand rolled up, dyeing the distant horizon a strange copper color. He listened carefully, but in the misty yellow sand, he heard a sound like summer thunder. Heavy sound.

He identified it carefully, and finally, in the thunderous sound, he heard countless armored engines falling apart, and heard the sad and lamentable sound of hordes of armies collapsing, on the horizon, in the distance There seemed to be a massacre in the muffled thunder.

But that has nothing to do with him anymore.

Next, he stood there, just standing like that, looking into the distance. He didn't know how long it took, maybe an hour later, maybe when the time passed midnight and extended towards the latter half of the night, he finally saw those things. Huge meteors fell from the sky, shaking the earth and the earth. He finally saw the legendary iron birds coming from the distant stars to the outside of the sand dunes. Groups of warriors wearing silver armor walked from inside. out.

Under their seats were one after another extremely terrifying huge war engines that he had never seen before, and at the end of another field of vision, he saw something even more terrifying walking down from the stars, a group of The battlefield monsters that are more than ten meters or even dozens of meters high, just standing there silently are enough to make any army lose the courage to fight.

It's like God has thrown his weapons into this miserable world, into this war that has no suspense.

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"In the second phase of the war, we invested in a large number of Shadow Swords, Storm Blades and Land Raiders, as well as dozens of God Machines belonging to the Militant Legion, as well as a certain number of Reza Guardians. military."

"Before actually deploying these ground troops, we conducted an induction operation against the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower and emergency measures. From 8 p.m. to midnight, our fighter planes dispatched a total of 100,000 sorties, including nearly 100,000 sorties. Ten thousand induced drones are used to test the hidden anti-aircraft fire points in Graston or undetected backup military facilities."

"Once the enemy's hidden firepower equipment is discovered by us, within ten seconds, our exquisite guided missiles will completely destroy it. Within four Terra standard hours, we launched a total of more than 6,000 Various missiles and belt bombs completely destroyed various command centers and military facilities in Graston."

"At the same time, our electronic warfare has also entered a new stage. We have chosen to temporarily restore the enemy's communication network, giving them the illusion that they have destroyed our electronic offensive methods, and also allowing those who have been persuaded by us to Convinced enemy personnel can quickly convey wrong information back."

"The purpose of everything we do is to move the enemy's main forces away from the industrial and residential areas and lure them to the desolate pioneering areas of this planet, so that the main battlefield will not harm what we need. Those elite areas, and at the same time, this tactic of avoiding the main residential areas will also allow us to encounter less resistance when we take over the planet later."

"After all, although there are large populations in these residential areas, without sufficient weapons and equipment, information intelligence, and organizational dispatch, it is difficult for them to launch a large-scale counterattack or hinder our advance. All our combat operations were completed overnight, and the main battlefields were concentrated on military installations and areas outside the city, and they were unable to receive more detailed information."

"After successfully transferring the main troops of Graston, leaving their city defense forces in a dilemma of insufficient manpower, the occupation of urban areas and industrial areas also began."

"We also began to invest heavily in Stormbird squadrons, equipped with elite infantry units and psyker squads, to test and occupy various important key nodes."

"Facts have proved that the special mobile force formed by elite infantry and psychics can achieve a relative balance of firepower, mobility, and concealment in this kind of operation."

"The agile power is enough to replace heavy firepower equipment that is inconvenient to carry. We only needed thirty squads with a total of three hundred soldiers, and successfully fooled the enemy's temporary command center into thinking that we had formed a main front with more than one hundred thousand soldiers. , thereby greatly consuming and dividing their power."

"On the other hand, our experience in the battle also proves that our decision to install enough drones as air support firepower for each special operations team is extremely correct. The hundreds of drones we sent out are extremely correct. None of the squads were systematically wiped out, and the number of casualties was limited to less than fifty. The sufficient fire support from the drones allowed them to seize considerable initiative when attacking and retreating."

"The only cost of this approach is that the loss of drones has reached an alarming level. Half of the tens of thousands of drones we customized from Reza were lost overnight."

[But it’s worth it, isn’t it? 】

A chuckle from Morgan briefly interrupted Bayar's story.

She glanced at her children and found that some of them lowered their heads in shame, as if they didn't dare to look at her, while others subconsciously raised their heads and held their chests out as if they wanted to Show more bravery.

[After this battle, I once asked you for your battle speeches or letters of apology. I am very pleased that what you wrote is very good, and none of them fooled me. But through your letters, I also read Got to some places I had missed before. 】

[For example, several teams stated that when they attacked the nest city, they encountered a counterattack by a militia team organized by an officer. This counterattack even caused us casualties. 】

[Did that officer eventually die in battle? Bayar? 】

"No, mother. He was knocked unconscious by the explosion in the subsequent war, and was eventually captured alive by the Skitarii. One of our soldiers recognized him, and he is now in prison."

[A commander who can organize the crowd to repel the Astartes in such chaos should appear in our auxiliary army, not in the prison. 】

【Are you right? 】

"Your will, mother."

[Very good, it can be seen that my children, with such outstanding people joining our auxiliary army, our auxiliary army will become more powerful in the future, and with the assistance of such an army, We will leave less blood on the battlefield. 】

【This is what I care about. 】

[I saw that many of you mentioned it implicitly in the book. It seems that I paid special attention to this war and made extra preparations. Many people felt that investing a thousand soldiers was just for lurking activities. The deployment of the Stat Warriors, and later the Stormblade Tanks and God Machines on such a scale in the subsequent landings was a waste, but let me tell you, my children. 】

[If I lose a hundred Storm Blade tanks, I can go to Reza and ask them to build another hundred for me. 】

[How can I lose a hundred battleships, I can visit countless shipyards and let me have a hundred battleships again. 】

[I even said, oh, this sounds a bit exaggerated: even if I lose a hundred divine machines, although this is enough to cause a devastating impact, it is not irreversible. I can travel around those forging worlds and use countless promises to I'll exchange favors for a hundred Titans willing to fight for me. 】

[But, but, if I lose a hundred warriors, if I lose a hundred warriors who inherit my bloodline, if I become distressed because of a mere loss, let my warriors use their lives to replace those explosive bombs What the flames can accomplish, to speed up the arrival of the so-called victory, is irreversible. 】

[I can lose a hundred war engines, I can lose a hundred battleships, I can even lose a hundred divine machines. For me, these things are not irreplaceable. I can always make more improvements. Find more supplements in the world. 】

[But if I lose a hundred children, then I have truly lost them forever, even if I go back to the end of time, even if I visit every star and every world in this galaxy, I can never find them again, and I can never have any of them come back to me. 】

[Therefore, my children, don’t tell me why I squandered my spiritual energy in the war, and don’t think that my preparation for the war is too detailed. I would rather fight for the simplest war. A thousand drills, ten thousand deductions, just like we spent such a long time using the war compass to start over again in order to capture Gladstone. 】

[We won the victory in less than fifteen hours, and for all this, we spent a full fifteen days repeating every possibility or any kind of resistance we could encounter, just to get one more soldier Able to return to the bridge of the battleship. 】

[If you want to ask, I can answer you now. 】

[Yes, the next war, the next war, until the last war we can experience, as long as I can do it, I will definitely do it, I will definitely use rich intelligence, complete preparations and Take the trouble to deduce and grasp in real time, in exchange for your life, even if only one of you. 】

[Don’t underestimate yourselves. To the empire, you are just soldiers, but to me, you are also my children. 】

[The Empire demands that you win, and I demand that you come back alive. 】

[So, I chose to hand over the victory to the empire, and now that all the victories have been finalized, as a mother of genes, can’t I be greedy for my own interests, so that my child can have even one more child? To a victorious tomorrow? 】

[This is my war, children, and this is the war I will bring to you. 】

【Be fully prepared. 】

【Take the trouble to plan. 】

[Let firepower and maneuverability speak. 】

[Everyone is united. 】

【at last. 】

【you. 】

【To come back alive. 】

——————

Bayar hummed lightly.

He threw his companions away, again and again. They could never keep up with his speed and rhythm, just like the enemy's bullets and psychic powers could never keep up with his footsteps and blade.

Many times, he would even have doubts from his heart: Why is he so powerful? Why does he seem to be more powerful than everyone he meets ever since he has this awareness?

With this doubt, Bayar couldn't help but look back at the road he had just walked, the narrow and long bloody road. In the corridor of the hive city of several kilometers, hundreds of people were lying in various directions at this time. Elite warriors named Gladstone, they surrounded machine guns, artillery, and even a war engine to form a strong fortress strong enough to hinder the attack of thousands of people.

Fifteen minutes ago, they were still living hundreds of lives, until Bayar came to the front of the fortress humming his tuneless tune and holding two swords, one long and one short.

Yes, he didn't even carry a pistol. Bayar never disdained these long-range means. The blade in his hand was enough to solve everything he encountered.

Bayar hummed a little tune, and he turned and moved around, like a snow-white whirlwind that could not be caught, jumping back and forth on the most advanced positions. He would not stay in each trench for more than ten seconds. And when he finally leaves, he will leave a bloody throat behind.

He dodged those artillery shells and shrapnel that hurt friendly troops. He was like a light swift, tossing and turning among the violent explosions, clearing out those unsightly artillery and machine gun positions one after another.

His battle was so terrible, ruthless and rapid that the tank commander who opened the top cover and exposed his head was killed by Baya before he could even shrink back into the safety of his armor. Er grabbed his head and took it out. After stabbing him to death, he casually took the explosive used by another defender to blow him up and threw it into the war engine.

When the war engine exploded with the help of friendly forces, Bayar had already killed all the lives in the next trench, and when his somewhat lost song hummed to the end, he had already reached his own Before the final destination, a field of dead corpses was left behind. Their corpses were all complete, with only a simple but fatal wound on the throat or heart.

As always, when Bayar tilted his head, he heard a wild laughter like a big brass bell coming from the distant clouds.

I don't know since when, that arrogant laughter seems to like to follow his footsteps. Every time he swings the sword to collect blood, it always comes as promised.

But this time, Bayar wasn't paying attention to it, his vision had been taken away by something else.

He smiled.

——————

Its daybreak.

Early morning arrived.

The war is over.

Bayar knew this, for he saw the signs of it all, for he had been eclipsed by the power of the Primarch.

Moreover, at this moment, in the nest of Graston, among the burning ruins and misty yellow sand, the defenders who are still resisting, and the invaders who are shrewdly calculating their attacks, should When they chose to raise their heads, when they unanimously looked at the sun quietly emerging from the foothills, they all saw it all without exception.

Without exception, they saw the silent intimidation floating slowly in the Spider Queen's hidden laughter. They saw the power and words of the Lord of the Second Legion.

No one knew when it came to the sky at Gladstone, but when they saw it, it had already proudly occupied the position occupied by the sun. With the help of the light that gradually became brighter and dazzling, it was shocking. The giant casts its shadow over the head of every Glastonian.

Those residents who have some knowledge can recognize that those are their warships, which are scarred and obviously destroyed. They once belonged to Graston. They were ruthlessly captured by a stubborn force, and then They were spliced ​​together by their unimaginable invisible power. Their once indestructible metal shells were now wailing in pain and being forcibly twisted together. A terrifying artistic image was pieced together.

It was a terrifying creation packed with dozens of warships.

It is an eternal shadow that will always stay in the hearts of people in Glaston.

It was a malevolent Primarch who used her power and will to use the silent warships and space stations of Graston.

formed.

supported.

floating in the sky.

blocked from the sun.

Hanging high, the Imperial Sky Eagle.

I'm really not good at writing about war scenes in one go, and I probably won't be able to write them in such detail for a long time in the future.

But anyway, the war drama is over, and now we can finally go to Ultramar! Here I come, Prince Regent!