Chapter 1185 Chaos Strikes
Beyond the Solar System
The veil of the universe was torn apart.
In the void outside the Terra star region, a purple-black crack appeared without warning, like a wound cut by a sharp blade of a god.
Then came the second, third...
In a flash, the entire star field was covered with twisted subspace cracks, as if countless vicious eyes had opened among the stars.
On the bridge of the Planet Killer, Abaddon held the huge observation window with one hand, and the Eye of Chaos flashed scarlet light.
His black battle armor was covered with trophies from thousands of years of battles. The holy Imperial medals were covered with blasphemous runes, the skulls of loyalists were transformed into communicators, and there was even a fragment from the Cadian Gate embedded in the shoulder armor.
“What a beautiful sight…”
His voice was like sandpaper on metal, his Chaos-blessed vocal cords making sounds that were not human.
Through the bulletproof glass of the bridge, one can clearly see Chaos fleets swarming out of the cracks.
Countless Black Legion plunder ships were like a pack of hungry wolves, with the Chaos Marks on their bows bleeding with blood.
The iron-blooded formations of the Iron Warriors Legion are breathtakingly neat, and the armor of each battleship is engraved with mathematically precise ballistic calculations.
The Thousand Sons Legion's psychic ark was wrapped in blue flames, and the magic eye opened on the hull kept turning.
The Death Guard's plague ships left green wakes, corroding even the void wherever they passed.
"This time, we have 1,376,421 warriors." Abaddon stroked the blade hanging at his waist, and the demon on the sword whispered hungryly, "Enough to crush Terra into powder."
These one million Space Marines were pulled from the timeline of the Warp, and this was also the confidence given to Abaddon by the gods.
The largest crack suddenly expanded, and the spatial structure shattered like fragile glass.
"It's been a long time since I came to the real universe."
The figure of Chaos Magnus emerged from the depths of the Warp.
His body had become one with the energies of the Warp, his skin was covered in ever-changing runes, and his single eye had become a vortex of pure psionic energy.
Blue lightning jumped around him, and every flash left an irreparable scar in the real universe.
When he fully entered the material world, several nearby asteroids turned directly into psychic dust.
“Shut up, asshole!”
Perturabo's roar was accompanied by the roar of steel.
The Iron Warriors Primarch's fleet rushed out from another rift, the outer armor of these warships was covered with precise geometric killing patterns, like some deadly mathematical formula.
Perturabo himself stood on the bridge of his fleet's capital ship, his grey power armour resonating with the energies of the Warp, his visor spitting sparks of foul air with every breath.
"The last trial failed..."
The Lord of Steel's voice was like rusty gears grinding against each other.
His mechanical prosthetic eye locked onto Terra's direction, and the tactical screen automatically displayed every detail of the siege that took place ten thousand years ago, including Dorn's fortifications, the Imperial Fists' tenacious resistance, and the ultimate humiliation of failure.
“This time, I will take back the lost honor.”
Perturabo dug his metal fingers into the console, and the adamantine surface buckled like clay.
His brain had calculated seven thousand three hundred and twenty-one attack plans, each of which could reduce the walls of Terra to ruins.
With the advent of the three Chaos Primarchs, it was no longer just warships that emerged from the Warp rifts.
Billions of demons under Khorne dragged eight brass fortresses, each holding trillions of blood sacrifice captives.
On the Grimoire Ark constructed by Tzeentch's magic, pink horrors are reorganizing the laws of reality, and the surrounding space is collapsing and reorganizing under the terrifying power of the warp.
The plague planet infected by Nurgle slowly rotates, and countless plague zombies and Nurgle demons are crawling on its surface.
The Gardens of Slaanesh's pleasure cast a depraved shadow and light, enough to drive mortals mad with depravity.
"Let the followers of the false emperor witness our wrath!"
Abaddon raised the blade high, and the demonic face on the blade let out a deafening scream.
This sound wave, enhanced by the energy of the Warp, spread throughout the entire fleet, and every Chaos warrior felt his blood boiling.
The Black Legion's berserkers began hacking at their own armor with chain axes, shouting blasphemies and cheering loudly for Abaddon.
The Iron Warriors' warsmiths activated self-destructive siege weapons, and countless siege weapons were pushed to the front line.
The sorcerers of the Thousand Sons chanted soul-rending spells, and blue psionic energy weaved around them.
Plague Marines of the Death Guard inject themselves with the newly developed virus.
"The reinforcements of the Dark Gods have arrived!" Magnus's psychic broadcast rang directly into the brains of every living thing, "General attack--"
His announcement was interrupted by a sudden flash of golden light.
From the direction of Terra, a pure golden light pierced the darkness.
That was the Phalanx's super macro cannon firing.
An energy beam several kilometers in diameter swept across the vanguard of the Chaos fleet, and thirty plunder ships were directly vaporized in the light.
Immediately afterwards, the Death Star defense platforms deployed on the outskirts of the solar system were activated at the same time. The scarlet beams were like the scythe of the god of death, cutting Nurgle's plague planet in half.
"Prepare for a spectacular death, traitors."
Dorn's voice came over the omni-band radio, chillingly calm.
In Terra's orbit, tens of thousands of defense platforms removed their camouflage at the same time, and the hum of the macrocannon arrays beginning to charge was even heard by the Chaos fleet's sensors.
Abaddon's grin became even more sinister: "That's just what I want..."
He turned to look at the three Primarchs, and pointed his magic sword at the blue planet:
"For the Dark Gods!"
"For the sake of ten thousand years of hatred!"
"for--"
“Terra has fallen!”
The roar of Chaos shook the galaxy, and the bloody prelude to the largest war in history began.
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On the other side, the entire Terra sky burned an ominous dark red, as if the entire atmosphere was injected with blood.
Energy barriers projected by countless orbital defense platforms shimmered between the clouds, like a fragile membrane trying to protect the cradle of humanity from the coming storm.
Rogal Dorn stood in the strategic room of Terra's Supreme Command, his granite face looking even more stern under the blue light of the tactical hologram.
His thick fingers slid across the projection of the solar system suspended in the air, and each touch triggered a stream of data showing the location and status of the Imperial fleet.
The two Primarchs were in the command center, awaiting the next order.
