1 Final Crisis
"For the sake of humanity, for the sake of the Emperor."
A captain, who had been transformed into a half-human, half-mechanical being under the technology of the Mechanical Theocracy, roared hysterically.
His prosthetic limb slammed fiercely on the console in front of him, and he looked to the side at the power chief and the Mechanical Divine Priest in charge of maintaining the power room with crimson eyes.
"Pile all the energy to the propulsion system, even if I die, I'll drag them with me."
The battleship was finished.
The Void Shield reactors were overloaded and the ship exploded in multiple places, a few more rounds and it would be finished.
After giving the order, the captain revealed a maniacal smile and once again roared out that oath he had made countless times before.
"For the sake of humanity, for the sake of the Emperor, forward, forward."
At the captain's command, the rear of the battleship, which had lost the protection of its void shield, fiercely erupted with an intense light, and the speed of the battleship increased as it rushed towards the Chaos ship, which was covered in blood and flesh, in an attempt to die with the other side.
The universe and fate had one thing in common: they were equally cold, merciless, and cruel.
Unfortunately, the courage of the captain and the entire crew was not rewarded by fate.
Nor did Lady Luck lower her gaze to look at this man of courage and sacrifice.
With the release of a dazzling spear of light from the Chaos ship, the massive hull of the battleship was pierced right through.
The plasma reactor, which was at its pressure limit, was hit, setting off an explosion and flames erupted down the tubes.
The five-kilometer-long giant battleship was submerged in the sea of fire and became fragmented in space.
More than 10,000 human crew members on board were sacrificed, with no survivors.
"For the sake of humanity and the Emperor." Amid the fire, the captain shouted out his oath for the last time with all his might.
The destruction of the battleship was insignificant on the vast space battlefield.
On the vast space battlefield, thousands of battleships were engaged.
Countless light spears, plasma beams, container-sized torpedoes, and high-yield nuclear missiles designated space as a deadly forbidden zone.
The war had reached its most desperate moment.
The Imperial fleet launched counterattacks again and again, trying to retake orbital control of the planet Maculagh to send support to the ground.
They had to deliver support before the ground forces were completely routed, or else the horn of doom would blow for humanity.
The day of the end would surely come.
Humanity, a tenacious race, would also come to an end.
....
The surface of Makurag was already in the midst of a war.
Cities have been hit with unimaginable fire coverage.
Near-Earth orbits had been taken, artillery positions had been lost, and tank clusters had been destroyed as much as possible.
Airborne fighters were still struggling to avoid losing their last air control to demonic carriers.
Mighty legionnaires were drawn to guard the sanctuary.
Only the Makurag Praetorian Guard still fights in desperation to defend the city and its civilians.
Civilians shivered and hid behind the lines of defense built by scarred Konqueror soldiers.
All men and women of the right age have been drawn into battle.
The women and children waited in despair for the end to come, silently praying for the Emperor to save them, and also praying for the Emperor to take their souls after death so that they wouldn't be tortured in the horrible subspace and end up as horrible monsters.
Inside the Sanctuary of Extreme Warriors, the most tragic war was likewise erupting.
This place would decide the fate of this planet, and even the entire galaxy.
"Stop them." The Chaos Warrior wearing black, battle armor that emitted a strong smell of blood revealed cruelty and malice in his gaze.
He waved his chainsaw sword, which had long since stopped spinning and casually killed all those ordinary soldiers who tried to support him.
Those ordinary soldiers were like weeds being harvested by a sharp scythe, they were directly sliced into two, their broken corpses collapsed on the ground, and their blood-drenched the ground surface of the sanctuary.
"For the sake of humanity, for the sake of the Emperor."
The brutality and bloodshed did not deter the soldiers behind them, shouting the only slogan that gave them courage, and with phaser guns in hand they rushed forward in an attempt to stop the desecration of this sacred building by these shameful traitors.
The Chaos Warrior didn't stop, he brandished the chainsaw sword in his hand, broken limbs flying at random, his face beneath his helmet excited by the kill.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God." After he shouted out the name of his allegiance to the Evil God, he fiercely pounced on those ordinary soldiers, recklessly harvesting their lives.
The soldiers went forward and back, their significance was to buy time for humanity to live under the Emperor's watchful eye.
The battle inside the sanctuary was fierce and desperate.
The only remaining Ultimate Warriors along with the Dark Sanctuary, the Death Army, and the Battle Nuns had all been pushed to the brink of extinction.
The white feathered wings on Saint Celestine's back had been broken, and one of her hands had been severed.
The armor was shattered, and the gruesome wounds dripped sweet-smelling blood.
Those Sisters of the Battle Nuns were either disintegrated under the intensive attack of the plasma cannons and explosive bombs, or they were torn apart by the Chaos warriors and demons.
"Give me strength, give me victory, and I shall serve you and walk the earth in your name."
One of Celestine's eyes dripped with blood, her mind still murmuring the name of the Emperor.
Chaos warriors and demons rushed in hordes, Celestine held her holy sword in her hand but did not falter.
"For the Emperor, for humanity."
As she shouted angrily, majestic golden light erupted, the blessing of the Emperor.
Countless demons were lifted off the ground by her burst of golden light.
But soon, more demons and chaos warriors rushed up.
On the chaotic battlefield, the battle leader of the Ultimate Warrior Regiment-Calgar roared.
His azure blue power armor was extremely visible on the chaotic battlefield, making him a target to be besieged.
His explosive bombs had been exhausted and his battle sword had been broken, with only one power glove still functional.
Peng!
An Ultimate Warrior was blown to pieces by a Chaos Warrior with a Thermite Cannon in front of him.
The remaining limbs emitted scorched black, foul-smelling heat.
"Traitor!
"
The deaths of his brothers made Calgar's eyes glaze over, roaring like an enraged lion.
As he watched one of his comrades fall, he became frantic as well, swinging his power gloves to meet them.
After tearing a Chaos warrior alive, he turned his head to look at the high platform.
Next to the stasis stand, the Mechanical Godfather Kaur and those damn aliens were still operating.
"It won't work after all?"
Despair flooded Calgar's heart; they couldn't resurrect the Father of Genes, the great protoform.
Was it all coming to an end?
Was this the end of the mission?
Ten thousand years after the first ruler of the Empire-Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, the second war marshal of the Four Gods of Chaos-Abaddon launched his thirteenth expedition.
With the aid of the Blackstone Fortress, he managed to destroy the Cadian Fortress that contained the Eye of Terror, allowing the chaotic power of the Great Rift to sweep across the galaxy.
The age of galactic decay had come, and the Cursed Rift tore through the entire galaxy.
From the rift sprang uncountable magical creatures, and wherever they passed there was only death and destruction.
The nightmares of the old Dark Night have returned to all worlds, bringing with them endless killing and brutal destruction.
The forces of destruction gathered on a scale never before seen in history, and there was no safe place to escape.
Uncountable worlds fell, and countless mortals wailed and died under the ravages and torments of the demons and the children of chaos.
Mankind has reached its greatest crisis, and once it fails again, the eternal night will blot out the stars.
A magnificent battle of Armageddon is coming, between good and evil, chaos and order ... The great war will tear apart the stars and destroy everything people know and are familiar with.
Psychics with prophetic abilities have already revealed their despair, this dark and cruel galaxy has no future for humanity.
The world will fall into the abyss of despair, and human beings will become the playthings of the evil gods who wantonly destroy them.
Along with the loud sound of the earth-shaking, the sanctuary was once again struck by a fierce impact.
The second wave of Chaos Party drop pods crashed into the sanctuary with fiery flames.
With a strange sound, the drop pods opened and hundreds of renegade starfighters poured out and joined the battlefield.
They were used as a killer weapon by the Chaos side's commander-in-chief.
A one-time targeted projectile was thrown onto the battlefield, completely shattering the Loyalists' defenses.
Despair completely enveloped all the warriors.
"For humanity, for the Emperor."
They let out a final desperate battle cry, facing death openly and vowing to take as many of the traitors besieging the sanctuary as possible.
The darkness had completely enveloped me, the final horn of humanity was about to blow, and the end of everything was coming.
As the final life-and-death battle between the two sides was about to be initiated.
With the ringing of Winter's bell, a pure and clear note lit up.
The automaton box emitted a sound like a musical melody while opening its dome like the unfurling petals of some giant cannibal flower.
A tall, oppressive body appeared in front of the crowd.
After sleeping for ten thousand years, the last light of redemption for mankind, the last hope of the empire, the thirteenth son of the emperor, the genetic progenitor representing loyalty, hope, and benevolence - Kiliman, opened his eyes in front of the two sides that were at loggerheads.
He looked at everything in front of him, his gaze revealing bewilderment and overwhelm.
Wasn't he playing a game?
How did he open his eyes and be here?
An ocean of memories flooded back, making him instantly understand it all.
A hundred thousand grass mud horses immediately raced past in his heart.
Crap!
Crap!
Crap!
This shit could even happen?
