Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Terran Standard Year: M41.999

Hazy Star Field - Cadia Galaxy - "Fortress World" Cadia

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The roaring foundation heavy artillery spit out deadly tongues of fire, the deafening explosion echoed throughout the bastion, and the cannonballs flew into the sky, broke through the clouds, and shot into the curtain of the universe.

The entire sky was torn apart, and all the clouds and dark clouds were scattered by the intensive anti-aircraft fire. This made the sky across Cadia extremely clear. You can directly see the chaos hovering in the orbit of the planet on the ground. fleet.

Countless bullets rained from the sky, and the barrage rushed into the sky like heavy rain falling from the ground. All the firepower came from the dense air defense firepower group on the surface, and the giant turbine laser on the foundation of the heavy artillery fort. The cannon slowly raised its barrel, and a curtain of death was ejected from the terrifying muzzle of the cannon.

A heavy laser cannon as tall as a building, anti-aircraft heavy artillery and railguns raised their muzzles one by one. The cannons continued to roar like thunder in the city of Cadia, leading a symphony of terror against air defense. The main theme is played, and the countless anti-aircraft firepower groups surrounding it play together as accompaniment.

Hydra anti-aircraft guns, twin-mounted ship-launched anti-aircraft guns, the Dominator-class anti-aircraft fortresses were spitting fierce tongues of fire, and hive missiles and anti-ship cruise missiles rose into the sky one by one, with bright tail flames reaching straight into the sky.

The dark sky was completely lit up by artillery fire, and the fierce exchange of fire between the Empire and Chaos illuminated the entire sky. It was no longer time to tell whether it was day or night, everything was completely dyed red by the flames of war.

The Imperial Navy is fighting fiercely with the black fleet around the planet. It is the most brutal in the history of the galaxy. A bloody space war is taking place in the starry sky. Each battleship turns into sparks, and the broken hulls plunge into the atmosphere like meteors and burn to the ground. Fighters on both sides Biting each other together.

On the surface of the planet, the entire planet is engaged in a bloody flesh-and-blood battle. The Cadian Guards, Space Marines, and the Astra Militarum regiments who came to support are engaged in fierce battles with Chaos that are far from being described as tragic. The entire planet It has completely turned into a meat grinder, crushing countless lives into pulp and then expelling them.

The war raged across the entire planet's surface. Cities were razed and settlements were massacred. The horrific battle left corpses strewn across the wilderness. The already desolate surface of Cadia was already covered with craters and destruction, and was completely beaten to ashes. Artificial death world.

The Chaos army launched a series of fierce attacks, and the fighting was the most intense outside the main bastion of Cadia. This is the capital of Cadia and the headquarters of the operations. From this, Chaos' attack here was also the most intense.

The Chaos Demon Mountain launched a fierce attack like a tsunami. Accompanied by demon engines and war beasts, a large number of demons launched an attack, and the scarlet wave rushed toward the position.

The political commissar of the colonel of the Eighth Regiment of Cadia was walking in the trenches. Fierce artillery fire continued above his head. Explosions plowed up large amounts of dust around him. The starry sky continued to echo with piercing screams and the roar of guns. .

The political commissar's cloak was crimson, but he didn't know whether it was red itself or was dyed red by blood. He was walking in the chaotic trenches, surrounded by Cadian warriors with colorful decorations running around them. Some of them had heads on their heads. Wrapped in bandages, some were blind in one eye, but they still fought bravely.

"Political Commissar! I have an order to convey!" A signal soldier with bloodstained face ran over. He squeezed through the Cadian soldiers. Seeing that his uniform was blue, it was not from the Cadian Legion. members, but people from the Navy.

The political commissar turned around and looked at the signal corps, and calmly ordered, "Soldiers stand at attention and report the situation."

The signal soldier immediately stood at attention. He saluted the political commissar and then spoke loudly. His voice was loud and thunderous, but only in this way could he suppress the sound of gunfire around him.

"The Imperial Navy cannot continue to defend the airspace! The Silver Spear fleet has suffered heavy losses. There are only five ships left in the entire fleet that can continue to fight. The fleet admiral commander died in the line of duty and is now replaced by the captain in line!"

"The Cadian Combined Fleet Command ordered them to retreat. The navy cannot provide you with air defense cover. Political Commissar, please abandon your position and retreat as soon as possible!"

"Where to retreat? Behind us is the Grand Bastion, the heart of Cadia. We have no way to retreat." The political commissar said. He turned and looked at the trenches. Everyone was still fighting, firing laser guns one after another. and heavy bolter machine guns still venting the Emperor's wrath.

"Communicator, go to the bastion immediately to deliver the message to Lord Creedberg. The message is as follows," the political commissar said, but the moment he turned around, he saw that the communication soldier was smashed into pieces. A Chaos Space Marine roared and jumped into the trench. The black armor was covered with blasphemous marks.

The signal soldier was instantly torn apart by sharp claws. He swung the power claws and killed the surrounding Cadian warriors who fired at him. Their laser guns were completely unable to fight against this bloody butcher. He went on a killing spree in the trenches, killing the terrifying Death spilled out.

The Chaos Space Marine stared at the Commissar. He strode forward and brandished his power claws to attack. The Commissar suddenly stared and pulled out the power sword from the scabbard.

The Commissar swung his power sword to block the Chaos Space Marine's power claws. He raised his claws and completely suppressed the Commissar's sword. He pressed the Commissar tightly. If the power sword hadn't deflected the swing of the claws above his head, he would have been killed. No guarantee.

The Space Marines chased the Commissar fiercely in the narrow trench, their claws constantly hitting the trench walls on both sides. Mud was splashed everywhere, and the wooden slats turned into sawdust and exploded.

The political commissar backed away repeatedly, but still looked at the traitor in front of him calmly. His terrifying scarlet eyes stared at the political commissar, and his claws continued to swing with gravity to tear apart the walls on both sides and everything nearby.

The burly black body was extremely eye-catching in the dust. He took long strides like a pressing mountain. The traitor space warrior drew out his power claw, and with a backhand thrust outward, he knocked away the political commissar's power sword.

The political commissar was knocked against the wall by its powerful pulling force. The old political commissar fell to the ground and looked at the traitor in front of him. He stood in front of the political commissar and raised his power claw high.

The political commissar watched as he gritted his teeth and pulled out the bolter. His other hand held the Imperial Sky Eagle pendant on his chest, "For the Emperor! For the glory of the Lord of Mankind!"

"For the Warmaster!" the Traitor Space Marine yelled, preparing to swing his power claw, but a burst of rapid bolt fire hit the Traitor Space Marine, and he took several steps back.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the trenches. The Commissar looked back and saw a Black Templar Space Marine striding towards him with a bolt pistol in his hand. His bolts bombarded the traitor like a rainstorm.

The soldier jumped over the political commissar's head. He threw away his bolter and drew out his power sword. Before the traitor could block, he stabbed the traitor in the chest with his sword. The traitor was knocked to the ground and roared in anger.

The voice was almost that of a demon. The Black Templar drew his sword and cut off his head with one strike. The traitor's body and head were separated, and of course he died. The Black Templar ended the battle in a flash of lightning and turned to look at the political commissar.

The political commissar also got up from the ground and patted his dusty collar. He raised his head and looked at the black temple in front of him. The political commissar nodded slightly to him, and the black temple also paid tribute and grabbed his explosives. Shotgun, jumped out and rushed towards the battlefield.

Several more Black Templar Space Marines passed over the top of the Commissar's trench, charging and firing with bolters in hand, but the Commissar knew that their numbers were a drop in the bucket.

"Signal Corps! Find another Signal Corps!" the political commissar shouted, and one man emerged from the soldiers who were fighting back fiercely in the trench. He stood at attention with a bandage on his head, "Signal Corps Report!"

"The communication signal has been cut off. Now I order you to go to the bastion and tell the bastion master that we need support, all support! I will continue to lead the 8th Regiment to hold the position. In the name of the Emperor, Cadia will not fall!"

"It's the political commissar! Cardia remains standing!" the signal soldier responded loudly, then climbed out of the trench with his gun on his back and rushed towards the bastion at the risk of nine deaths.

The political commissar took a deep breath, climbed up to the top of the trench and received a fluttering flag from a soldier. The political commissar raised the flag high and said, "Cardia will not fall!"

The political commissar took the lead and rushed towards the first occupied trench. The Cadian soldiers shouted and climbed out of the trench. They followed the political commissar and the Black Templar soldiers into the first trench with rifles equipped with bayonets.

This was destined to be a near-death counterattack, but Cardia remained standing.

The situation in the bastion was also very bad. "Fortress Lord" Creed stood in front of the holographic combat map, with scarlet artillery fire and heavy artillery roaring outside the headquarters. The shock waves of explosions kept shaking the place, but Creed was used to it. , he still stood steadily in front of the map and looked at the map full of red dots.

"Report! The Delgon Plains have been lost! The 21st Regiment has been wiped out! The Casa Industrial Plains are asking for support!" the communications operator shouted. He and his colleagues were sitting in front of a long row of cogitator data terminals, which were constantly going crazy. The rolling data flow is dizzying, and the chaotic data has burned several servitors.

"The Space Wolf Company is suppressed, requesting fire support!" Another person shouted, "The 227th Fortress Group has lost contact, and there is no news about the 86th Regiment!" another person shouted.

"The Imperial Navy reported that more than half of their losses were lost. All the battleships were damaged and cannot continue to defend the orbit!" Someone else roared to deliver the new news.

Creed took a puff of his cigar in annoyance and slowly exhaled the smoke. The Lord of the Great Fortress looked at the chaotic holographic map in front of him with astonishing calmness, "Abandon the Casa Industrial Plain and retreat to the outskirts of the Great Bastion. Order the Titan Legion to deploy a Warlord and two Knights to cover, and be sure to block the opponent's Chaos Titan."

"Assemble two squadrons of Lightning fighters to cover the retreat of the Space Wolves. Send me all the Valkyries and Thunderhawks there. I must pick up the Space Marines."

Creed said while holding his cigar between his fingers and pointed at the beacon on the map. The priest of the Mechanicus on the side immediately switched it over, and there were rows of beacons scrolling on it.

"Order the 17th Armored Regiment to counterattack with all its strength in the A-509 area! Chaos' offensive line must be interrupted! Seek support from the Black Templar and cooperate with the counterattack."

"Report! The main headquarters of the Black Templars are defending the Gate of End." The correspondent shouted. Creed looked over and pointed at the map, "Then contact them and ask them to abandon the Gate of End. That ghost place has already It’s completely worthless and will only be surrounded by chaos!”

The operator immediately carried out the order and sent the command command to the End Gate, and received a response quickly.

"Grand Marshal Amalric of the Black Templars refused to carry out his orders. He vowed to stand there and make the enemies of the Emperor pay."

"Damn it!" Creed punched the map. "The entire planet is about to be lost, and he just wants to defend a goal! I have long heard that the Black Templars are stubborn and insist on glory. Now it seems that I And underestimated them a lot.”

Sons of Dorne, you know, I guess the Black Templars were stimulated by something, so they swore a stupid oath, which also made them completely separated from the command of the Cadian headquarters. Now Creed You can only rely on yourself.

He rubbed his stinging temples, and there was another explosion outside the cathedral-style round floor-to-ceiling window, and the huge firelight illuminated the entire command headquarters.

Creed took a puff of his cigar, and the smoke slowly came out of his mouth. He pointed at the map, "Send all the Kashezin commandos up there, as well as all the White Shield reserves! Let's fight for the old! "

"Yes!" the correspondent shouted, and began to issue this life-threatening counterattack plan.

"Report! The Chaos Fleet conducted an orbital bombardment on the west side of the bastion! The air defense system intercepted 70% of the artillery fire, but 30% still hit the ground, and the defense line was severely damaged! According to calculations, as the Imperial Navy retreated, the bombing continued strengthen!"

Creed rested his elbows on the map and looked at the hopeless battle situation with a frown. Not only did he invest in his old capital, but Abaddon must have also put in his old capital. Thousands of traitors are now invested in Cadia. Space Marines, countless demons, the Dark Mechanicus and all the dark allies he could find, the Warmaster spent all the capital he had saved for ten thousand years.

Chaos is gaining the upper hand, Cadia can't hold out much longer, they need reinforcements, any reinforcements.

"Report." A staff officer came to Creed's side and said. The castle master punched the table in anger, "What's the emergency again?"

"No, sir, there is a visitor." The staff officer said. Creed raised his head and looked at the officer differently. He pondered, who would be so stupid as to come here in this situation? Reinforcements?

"How many people?" Creed asked after taking a breath of cigarette. "One person, sir, a great sage of the Mechanicus."

Creed frowned. He was silent for a moment, looking at the chaotic map, and then looked up at the flying artillery fire outside the window. "Name?" "He calls himself Belisarius Caul, and he requests to meet you. He He's waiting on the landing deck," the staff officer said in a low voice, as if it was a secret. "He said he had something urgent to tell me. It's urgent."

Creed's face was illuminated by the firelight. He smiled bitterly and straightened his coat. "The whole planet is going to be destroyed. What else is more urgent? Forget it, let's go see the oil guy."

Creed grabbed the holster on the table and put it on his waist. He strode towards the exit of the headquarters, followed by the staff officer.

"What kind of person is that person?" Creed asked, biting his cigar. The staff officer thought for a moment, "He is an outlier among oil guys, sir."

"great."