Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

A loyal reminder at the beginning: Dear readers of the Council of High Lords, today’s content is quite long. Please arrange your reading process reasonably to avoid fatigue. You can take a break before reading again. Today is a two-in-one chapter, so the volume is large enough. Praise the Emperor.

Terasius Ticrimius has not been serving as the Chapter Master of the Emperor's Scythe for a long time. Terasius has enough confidence to claim that he is one of the youngest Chapter Masters in the entire empire. In M41.991 In the Second Tyrannic War of 2008, after the chapter and most of his brothers died in a glorious battle while defending their home world, Sousa, he was appointed as the new chapter leader of the chapter. At that time, only the remaining members of the group were Two hundred brothers.

Terrasius led them to the neighboring planet of Posono, where they received great help from the respected Chapter Master of Calgar, the home chapter of the Ultramarines, and were able to restore the chapter after losing all Gene seeds and heavy equipment can be continued.

Chapter Master Calgar ordered and called upon the Brotherhood of Macragge that all Sons of Guilliman, including the Ultramarines Chapter, donate part of their gene-seed reserves to the severely damaged Scythe of the Emperor. To allow the Emperor's Scythe Chapter to continue to fulfill their eternal mission of guarding the Lighthouse of Sotha, given by the Primarch himself.

The rebuilding work of the Chapter was very arduous and difficult, but Terrasius still did his best to help his Chapter regain its life. Of course, he must also thank Chapter Master Calgar for his strong support, which allowed the Chapter to survive. It recovered within just ten years.

In order to repay the kindness of Chapter Master Calgar and to continue to fulfill his duties as Chapter Master, Terrasius finally led his Chapter, which had just recovered to 400 people, back to his home world in M41.998. Back on the planet Sosa, which has no life left.

But none of this troubled the Sons of Guilliman. They rebuilt their Chapter fortresses and monasteries with boundless enthusiasm, especially restarting the Void Shield counteractors that had survived the Tyranid War. This made the Chapter He was able to gain a foothold after returning to his home planet.

But maybe it was the emperor's test. In the second year after Terrasius led his brothers back home, just one year later, the galaxy underwent great changes. Chaos traitors suddenly appeared from the void and besieged Markula. Ge, besieging almost all the important planets in the Five Hundred Worlds, including Sousa.

Terrasius didn't know why Chaos would attack this planet that was already lifeless and of little strategic value. However, Terrasius still led his young battle brothers to resist tenaciously without any fear, fighting against the traitors of the Night Lords with all their strength. They are fighting against the boundless tide of chaos.

Terrasius swore that no matter what, the Emperor's Scythes would not let their home world fall this time, and no matter what, they would defend the Sotha Lighthouse behind them in the name of the Emperor and the Primarch.

The power scythe cut off the body of the enemy in front of him with the sharp curved blade of the Split Stand. The purple-black armor of the traitor to the Night Lord was shattered by the Split Stand. As the burly body fell, Terrasius strode forward, He stepped on the traitor's chest, raised his scythe, and violently chopped his head into pieces.

The filthy traitor's blood mixed with the ceramite and plastic armor fragments and spattered away. Terrasius had no time to breathe. He grasped the handle of the long scythe and slashed out instantly. The scorching cutting stance helped him block the attack. It knocked away the long barbed knife wielded by the traitor on the side.

It is a terrifying weapon of the Night Lord. Once it is hooked by its barb, a large piece of flesh and blood will be torn off. Even if it is not killed, it will be paralyzed and regarded as a disability.

Terrasius blocked the fatal blow, then held the end of the long scythe with his backhand, hooked backwards and cut off the back of the Night Lord's head, like a wheat field swaying during the harvest season. The brain is harvested instantly.

As the traitor's head fell to the ground, the huge body crashed to the ground. The young chapter leader was able to get a moment of respite. He looked around at the chaotic battlefield with the long handle of his scythe, outside the gate of the monastery in the mountains of Sousa. The warriors of Emperor's Scythe are fighting fiercely with the traitors.

As the orbital bombardment shells falling from the sky hit the shield, and under the rolling flames that swept across the entire surface of the shield, the young warriors of the Emperor's Scythe fought bravely outside the dozens of meters high steel gate of the fortress. Although the young warriors have less combat experience than the traitors, they fight to the death against the ten thousand year traitors with unparalleled enthusiasm and loyalty.

But they were not completely alone. Terrasius looked at the armors of different colors in the sea of ​​people. Blue, white and black armors continued to streak across the battlefield. They were all on Macragge. Brothers of various sub-regiments who retreated to Sousa during the battle in the area.

Although contact with the home planet was lost and the fleet was dispersed, Guilliman's descendants did not sit still and fight blindly. When Terrasius sent the signal, all the surrounding Ultramarines sub-groups rushed over, starting from a few They varied from squads of men to companies of hundreds, but they all answered the call to battle, answered the call to glory of the Primarch's blood.

Terrasius waved his sword horizontally to block the incoming power claws. The leader of the chapter suddenly leaned forward and knocked the traitor to the ground with his shoulder. Then he pulled out the bolt gun on his waist and shot his weapon to pieces. Head, Terrasius did not stop and almost immediately turned the gun and fired continuously.

"Fourth Company! Reorganize the defense line!" Terrasius shouted and looked around, "Mark! Where are you?!"

"The company commander is there, Chapter Commander!" A young Scythe of the Emperor recruit approached while firing. He pointed his bolter at the Mark Company not far away, which was fighting fiercely with three Word Bearers traitors. Long, one of the latter's hands had been injured, and he was left with only one arm holding a sickle to face the enemy with difficulty.

Terrasius nodded and patted the recruit on the shoulder, "Hold the position, Sons of Guilliman, the Emperor protects us." "For the Emperor, we are his scythes!" the recruit shouted, turning around and starting to fire violently, He and his battle brothers began to rebuild the right defense line, using explosive bombs to drive back the attacking demons.

Terrasius looked at them and nodded with relief. Although they were still young, they had steel-like loyal hearts, which would make them invincible in the battle against the enemy of Chaos, and Terrasius also had his own work to be done.

Terrasius turned the scythe in both hands and rushed forward quickly. He rushed to Mark's side at an extremely fast speed. Behind him, a despicable Word Bearer raised his meteor hammer and prepared to attack him. He killed him with one step, and the power scythe followed. The Chapter Master swung his big arm with all his strength, and the blade of the scythe penetrated the traitor's breastplate like a cannonball.

Blood spurted out as the blade emerged from the Word Bearer's back. Terrasius whipped out the scythe. He grabbed the front part of the scythe and struck a traitor hard. According to the principle of leverage, his current strength was maximized. , shattering the traitor's armor almost instantly, the sharp blade penetrated his neck, and with the company commander's violent drag, his organs were instantly torn apart.

Flesh and blood spilled out along with the blade of the scythe. The Chapter Master grabbed the end of the scythe with his other hand and lifted it sharply. The horizontal scythe blocked the chain sword slashed by the last traitor of the Word Bearers, and the steel cut was in The long handle of the scythe collided fiercely, and dazzling sparks fell from the face of the company commander one by one.

Bright sparks poured on the face of Terrasius's helmet. He looked at the traitor of the Word Bearers in front of him through the glass of the helmet. A pair of horns grew out of the latter's helmet, and a twisted laughter came from the helmet. It burst out, and its power was pressed against the chain sword with all its strength, trying to subdue the Chapter Leader to the ground.

But he failed in the end. A chain sword pierced out of his chest, and the roaring saw teeth chopped into his flesh, bones and steel armor. The traitor looked back blankly at the chain sword on his chest.

Captain Mark held the chain sword with one arm and pulled it out suddenly. He chopped off the traitor's head with a backhand sword. The traitor's huge body fell to the ground as his head was separated. Mark was holding the chain sword stained with blood. Standing next to the headless corpse, he looked at the corpse and then raised his head to look at Chapter Commander Terasius.

"Chapter Commander." Mark nodded and Terrasius smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Hello Mark, how is your arm?"

"It's nothing serious. Just let the pharmacist handle it, but our situation is not as easy to deal with as mine." Mark raised his head and looked around at the chaotic battlefield around him. The young warriors of the Emperor's Scythe were being suppressed. Although They have a fanatical enthusiasm for fighting, but in the end they cannot rely on their enthusiasm to fight against those thousands of years of rebellion veterans.

The warriors of the Emperor's Scythe retreated while fighting. Veterans from various sub-regiments were also shrinking back the defense line, while those vicious traitors rushed up at a fast pace. The Night Lords, these terrifying massacre ghosts moved at extremely fast speeds. Attacking with speed, they surrounded and killed the loyal warriors, their armor shattered and their limbs severed.

Mark looked at the sudden explosion above his head and crouched subconsciously. He looked at the traitors pressing up in front and raised their chain swords. "I didn't expect that we had just rebuilt the battle group and were about to be defeated again, and this time it might be possible." It’s really over.”

Although he said this, Mark didn't feel afraid at all. He held the chain sword in one arm and looked fearlessly at the traitors who were surrounding them, at the waving power claws and chain swords, and at the roaring explosives. Shotgun said fearlessly, and similarly, Terrasius didn't have the slightest fear.

The young chapter leader sighed regretfully, then suddenly held the scythe in both hands and raised it, "If this is the Emperor calling us, if we will die today, then let us run to the Golden Throne with pride, let Let the final ending of Scythe of the Emperor become the most magnificent epic!”

The Chapter Leader said as he was about to step forward to join his brothers and rush to the last battle of the Chapter. He stopped. Terrasius raised his head and looked at the blue Thunderhawk whizzing by with Mark. , the fighter plane hovered on the battlefield and then sprayed violent airflow and landed behind it.

Terrasius turned around and looked at the Thunder Eagle's opened hatch, and Mark subconsciously tightened his grip on the chain axe. However, when they saw a group of warriors rushing out of it with the symbols of loyal heirs on their shoulders and chests, they became nervous. Everyone's mood relaxed instantly, especially Terasius, who looked at the sudden arrival of visitors with curiosity.

"Are you here to reinforce us? Brothers of the Imperial Fist, are you here to fight for the final battle together?" Terrasius said, looking at the extremely tall Emperor's Fist. His height was so burly that it almost seemed as if Wearing a Terminator and striding forward.

The Imperial Fist raised his gun and shot open the head of a Chaos War Dog that flew forward. He walked towards Terrasius, and the few soldiers behind him began to naturally disperse and fire around to support the brothers fighting on the front line. .

"No, Chapter Master, we are here to deliver a warning. You must abandon this place and retreat to the fortress." Eisenstein said as he walked up to the Chapter Master, who looked at him with confusion, "You want us to abandon our position? Why? Hide in the fortress and survive?"

"Our fortress monastery has not been repaired yet, brother. What's your name?" Mark asked politely. Eisenstein looked at him and nodded, "Eisenstein Potatov, the captain of the 3rd Company of the Imperial Fists, tell me, brothers, your void shields are still functioning properly, right?"

Mark He looked at Eisenstein in confusion, but nodded. "Yes, but I don't understand what you mean, brother. The void shield cannot stop the attack from the ground. We retreated to the fortress just for passive defense, and I thought the Sons of Dorne never gave up their positions to retreat."

"You are wrong, Captain. The Sons of Dorne know when to attack and when to retreat, and now is the time to retreat. We don't have much time. You must listen to our warnings." Eisenstein said seriously, seemingly completely ignoring the battlefield around him and focusing all his attention on this conversation.

Thrasius and Mark looked at each other, and then Thirasius looked at Eisenstein and frowned, "I don't want to offend you, Captain, but I need a reason to give up the position, you"

"Captain, I am Bell Brutus, the pharmacist of the Second Company of the Ultramarines. I think you should know me, right?" Bell strode forward and said, and he accurately killed a Word Bearer traitor before he spoke.

Terasius looked at Bell and nodded, "Of course, brother, Captain Calgar thinks very highly of you and often mentions you and Second Captain Sicarius, but..." Terasius said with some embarrassment. Mark stepped forward and shrugged, "It's not a good thing, but I think you can understand that Sicarius looks down on everyone except himself." Bell nodded, but obviously didn't care about Sicarius's problem at all. He put down his gun and looked at Terasius seriously, "Then in the name of Guilliman, please come down and retreat immediately, Captain, we must hurry up before the Supreme Marshal releases the spirit. "What is the Marshal of Gao Yuan, what is the Marshal, what is your words, and you can't understand it. The mighty bomb is about to explode! And may blow us up together. A shot again, "Almost, he really looks like a bomb, at least right away. In the name of the whole father, I don't want to be outside when he is big." "I believe you don't like to be blown into gray, so let's slip in." Lagner said another shot, and this time he seemed good. Therathus and Mark looked at each other, then looked at Eisenstein and Bell who nodded in affirmation. The warband leader hesitated for a moment and then nodded in affirmation. He raised his sickle and looked at the soldiers around him.

"Retreat to the fortress gate! The rear team becomes the front team, and retreat in turns!" Therathus's order was immediately implemented like lightning, and all the company commanders and platoon leaders began to execute the order. They organized the soldiers to start covering the retreat in turns, retreating to the steel gate of the fortress.

The warband leader and Eisenstein also began to run quickly towards the fortress. They rushed from the stairs to the front of the gate. They turned around and started shooting at the traitors below. The soldiers who had just retreated also squatted in front of the gate and fired at the bottom to suppress, covering the next batch of retreating combat brothers.

The bright fire of the grenade launcher illuminated everyone's faces. The dense fire completely turned the top few sections of the stairs pale. Terasius stood in the middle of the stairs, standing in front of everyone and shooting down. His sight kept switching between the traitors, sending one explosive bomb after another into the traitor's forehead. Bell held the gun close to his back and fired accurately while giving his own advice.

"Order the coverage of the void shield to be reduced to the outside of the fortress gate, only surrounding the minimum range of the fortress itself, so that the output intensity can be strengthened and the power can be turned to the maximum. Only in this way can we resist the explosion." Bell said, his fingers kept pulling the trigger, and the explosive bombs were fired one by one to kill the traitors.

Terasius looked at Bell very confused, "What kind of bomb did you bring? It's so powerful."

"No, it's not a bomb, at least not strictly speaking, but we need to do what I say immediately, Chapter Captain, I will answer all your questions later, but not now." Bell said and emptied the magazine. He pulled out the empty magazine and threw it on the ground and reached for the magazine on his waist.

But in the end, he used not the magazine on the belt around his waist, but a magazine handed to him by Chapter Master Terasius. The Chapter Master handed the black magazine to Bell and said, "Although I still don't know what you have brought and what you are going to do, you are my blood brother, and we are both sons of Guilliman, so I choose to trust you."

Bell looked at the Chapter Master and nodded gratefully. He took the magazine and inserted it into the bolter. As the bolt was pulled hard, the bullet was pushed into the bolt. The Emperor's Wrath roared again.

"Everyone retreat to the fortress! Technical Sergeant, shrink the range of the void shield to the fortress's home range, and turn up the power to the maximum!" Terasius ordered through the communication channel in the tactical helmet, and the technical military immediately responded to him, "Yes, Chapter Master."

The flashing light of the bolter outside the tactical helmet continued to shine on the face of the black helmet. The Emperor's Scythe and the soldiers of each sub-group finally completed the evacuation. They retreated to the front of the fortress gate in batches, covering each other. The rear guard led by Captain Mark was the last batch to arrive.

Although only one arm was left to move, Captain Mark still took the lead and led his soldiers to evacuate the battlefield in the last batch. They retreated to the stairs while fighting. As the Imperial defenders gave up their positions, the traitors rushed forward and instantly overwhelmed the sandbags and constructed offensives on the periphery and rushed to the stairs.

The Night Lords Space Marines jumped onto the destroyed bunker and raised their power claws. A large number of demons and Space Marines from various traitor legions rushed to the entrance of the fortress. The soldiers on the stairs and the top of the stairs opened fire with all their might. The entire staircase was instantly bright as day and filled with flashes of gunfire.

The explosive bombs whizzed towards the demons who were in the front. They were instantly swept down by the explosive bombs, but the traitor Space Marines behind them immediately fired at the retreating defenders on the stairs in the same way. Almost instantly, the dense explosive bombs and artillery fire covered the stairs.

The last batch of soldiers who were evacuating were knocked down one by one, their power armor was pierced, and their flesh and blood were shattered and exploded under the bombardment of the bombs. Captain Mark held the gun in one hand and swung it upwards, "Retreat to the fortress! Everyone retreat to the fortress!" Captain Mark raised his pistol and fired at the traitors. The soldiers around him helped the wounded to the top of the stairs. Terasius immediately instructed them to retreat to the fortress gate. The commander watched the soldiers enter one by one, and only turned to look at Mark on the stairs after everyone entered the fortress. The bombs and artillery fire bombarded around him. Fortunately, the captain was not hit because of the long distance, but his good luck seemed to have ended. A bomb hit the captain's thigh, and the leg armor was instantly pierced, causing Mark to kneel on the ground with a scream. The captain cursed and continued to fire rapidly at the traitors in front, but more bombs began to bombard around Mark. "Cover him and retreat!" Terasius gave a brief command and strode forward without hesitation. He rushed towards Mark without paying any attention to the bombs and artillery fire from a distance. Behind him, Eisenstein held the bomb gun and kept pulling the trigger. Bell, Lancelot, Ragnar and others also gathered around him and shot out.

Especially Bell, the Ultramarines once again showed their superb marksmanship. He immediately lay on the ground and put the butt of the bomb gun on his shoulder. Bell took off his helmet and stopped using the auxiliary aiming function of the holographic helmet.

But this did not affect his marksmanship. With every pull of the trigger by Bell, the heat wave brought by the bomb shot from the barrel blew on his face and blew up his short golden hair, which meant that a traitor fell to the ground.

Bell lay on the ground and aimed and shot calmly with his bangs floating. The bombs bombarding the stone pillars around him did not affect him at all. Bell aimed with an admirable calmness, fired and aimed, and shot the traitors in the front with sniper-like precision.

The traitors who were suppressed by precision firepower immediately began to look for shelter. This short window of time allowed Terasius to rush to Mark's side. He pulled Mark up from the ground and carried his arm to rush up, but just as the two rushed up the stairs, a burst of heavy explosive shells hit between the stone pillars.

The explosive shells instantly broke the corners of several thick stone pillars, and the heavy armor-piercing shells penetrated the wall behind them. They were forced to stop shooting and look for new shelters. The heavy armor-piercing shells raised a large amount of marble dust in the area between the colonnade and the fortress gate, and the fragments also flew around in the air like snowflakes.

Lancelot jumped and hid behind another stone pillar. He looked out with a pistol in his hand. Terasius and Mark also looked back at the thing that fired, and they saw it.

A Leman Russ main battle tank with numerous skulls and a huge bat wing logo on its head drove up. The huge steel beast fired the twin anti-aircraft guns on the roof at the top of the stairs. The dense bombs instantly suppressed everyone and made all the bunkers meaningless.

"Everyone retreat to the fortress! Retreat now!" Loken shouted. The silent veteran stood up and fired a short shot at the outside. He pulled Ragnar to the side and pushed him into the fortress gate. Loken held the gun and bombarded the front baffle of the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun with the same superb marksmanship.

The precise bomb fire hitting the baffle stunned the shooters behind. They almost subconsciously began to look for protection and stopped shooting. This short pause created a rare opportunity to escape.

Everyone behind the stairs immediately stood up and retreated into the fortress at full speed. Loken looked at Terasius who was carrying Mark upstairs and strode forward without hesitation. He held up Mark's other arm and carried him and rushed to the fortress gate side by side with Terasius.

Bell looked at them at the fortress gate with his gun in his hand, watching the last three people who evacuated rush towards the fortress gate. But when Bell raised his head, he saw the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun that raised its muzzle again, and saw the twin Mounted salvo artillery.

"You three! Get down!" Bell shouted. When Loken turned around and looked behind him, it was already too late. The rapid fire from the twin anti-aircraft guns was coming at an angle, mixed with the explosions fired by the rebel infantry. There was a heavy rain of bullets, and almost instantly Terasius, Loken and Mark were about to be torn into pieces.

But just before the bomb barrage bombarded them, a psychic passport shrouded behind the three of them. They looked up at the bombs that had been bounced away, and Bell also looked at the man standing next to him. Lilith, this woman who was particularly inconspicuous among the demigod space warriors, had purple light in her eyes.

She raised her hands to support the shield and cursed silently at the three people below, "Are you planning to go sightseeing here? Get up here!"

Lilith had just finished scolding, and the three of them started walking up a few steps when they heard a loud noise behind them. Lilith also raised her head and looked at the dazzling golden light exploding in the distance. The white light emitting from the horizon instantly moved towards The surroundings swept across, golden lightning flashed in the dark clouds above their heads, and with the arrival of white light came the shattered earth and a psychic tsunami that swallowed everything.

"What the hell! Come up here, he's zooming in!" Lilith shouted and lowered the shield, because it was no longer necessary. The traitors below were all attracted by the explosion and light and looked back, and then scattered in all directions. Everyone fled towards the outside. Everyone knew what the light was, and they knew it without going up to see it.

And you don’t want to go up and look at it. The light spreads very fast. The first wave of traitors, space warriors, demons and mortals who came into contact with the light were swallowed up and disappeared in an instant. Their bodies collapsed and shattered. Flesh degraded, bones shattered, and even the Space Marine's power armor shattered in the light, eventually disappearing like its wearer.

"Let's go!" Loken shouted, carrying Mark and striding up. The three of them rushed to the door, rushing up the stairs just before the devastating light and the psychic tsunami arrived, and took a quick step as the last few people. Break into the fortress gate.

As they entered the fortress, the gate quickly closed, and the void shield instantly enveloped the colonnade outside the gate. Almost at the same time as the shield was lowered, the psychic shock wave hit the shield, with a devastating impact that shook the world. It swept upwards across the entire Sosa Mountain and rushed in all directions along the surface of the void shield.

Terrasius stood behind the gate of the fortress monastery, where all the surviving warriors gathered. Everyone felt the shock of the earth shaking, feeling the violent tremor comparable to an earthquake of more than ten magnitudes. The entire fortress, No, the entire planet shook under its impact.

"Chapter Commander! The strength of the void shield cannot withstand this impact! The shield is about to break!" The technical soldier sent an alarm from the void shield generator located deep in the fortress mountain. He looked at the people in front of him in disbelief. Void Shield data, I can't believe my eyes at all.

"The shield has obviously been opened to the maximum, but why can't it resist the impact?! What is happening outside?!" the technical sergeant shouted, and Terrasius suddenly took off his helmet and pointed the microphone of the helmet at His mouth used his loudest voice to drown out the trembling sounds around him.

"Can the shield still be enhanced?" Terrasius asked. The sergeant was shocked and looked at the already full void shield power and hesitated for a moment, "It's okay, but it may overload the Chapter Leader, and the reactor will be overloaded. It will explode and the entire fortress will be reduced to rubble!"

Terrasius was silent for a moment. He looked at Bell on the side, who nodded affirmatively and gave his answer. Terrasius also nodded and pointed the helmet microphone again, "Continue to strengthen." "Chapter Commander. "Execute the order! Sergeant!"

The technical sergeant raised his head and looked at the rapidly rotating void shield generator in front of him. Countless electric lights and the reactor light as dazzling as the sun shone on his face. The technical sergeant stretched out his hand and began to operate on the data platform. Behind him, The auxiliary arm grabbed the reactor limit switch on the side.

"Omnissiah's blessing." The Techmarine yanked the switch, and now only the God of Planes and the Emperor knew whether they could survive the explosion created by Vitor.