Chapter 1191: Defend the Webway!

The light from the golden throne cast a long shadow in the dark palace. Yang Cheng sat on it, his face as cold as a marble statue.

The flames of war across the entire galaxy were reflected in his golden pupils. It was not a simple visual image, but a panoramic battlefield projected directly into his consciousness through psychic energy.

Every exchange of fire, every scream, every drop of spilled blood was clearly present in his perception.

"Where are Horus and the others?"

Yang Cheng's voice was as deep as thunder, echoing in the empty throne room.

The skeleton-shaped servo skulls embedded in the wall turned towards the source of the sound, their mechanical eyes flashing an eerie red light.

Malcador's hunched figure emerged from the shadows. Time had left too many marks on this immortal.

His bony fingers stroked the gemstone on the top of the staff. His voice was hoarse. “They are still trapped in the Webway, my lord.”

The stasis force field around the throne fluctuated slightly, and Yang Cheng's fingertips tapped on the armrests of the throne, making a dull sound.

This subtle movement caused the air in the entire hall to stagnate.

“Can we still contact them?”

Malcador's sunken eyes flashed with fatigue. He sighed and tapped his staff on the ground. "The Warp is disrupting our communications. Our astropaths..."

He raised his dry branch-like finger and pointed to one side of the hall, where twelve psychics wearing metal crowns were kneeling. They were bleeding from all seven orifices. "We can only receive information intermittently."

Yang Cheng's gaze passed through the thick walls of the palace and looked into the distance.

In his psychic vision, the purple barrier constructed by the black stone force field was like a fragile eggshell, wrapping up the crumbling human civilization.

And outside the barrier, the tide of the warp is roaring wildly.

"Although the Black Stone Force Field can effectively block the enemy's combat power in the real universe, but..."

Malcador's words came to an abrupt halt. His cloudy eyes stared at the figure on the throne, as if he saw the man who had sat there ten thousand years ago.

Are the choices and sacrifices made back then going to be repeated now?

A dull roar came from deep within the Webway, shaking even the floor of the throne room.

Yang Cheng knew that it was the Imperial Guards led by Waldo who were fighting against the Chaos Army.

In the real universe, the enemy's fleet has broken through the seventh line of defense, and the sky of Terra is about to be set on fire by war.

On the battlefield of Cyberlan, the aesthetics of violence is interpreted to the extreme.

Valdor stood at the forefront, his armor of the imperial guards stained with the devil's blood.

Behind him was a steel wall made up of a hundred thousand golden giants, and each storm shield was shining with the light of psychic energy.

Ahead of them was a torrent of hundreds of billions of demons, pink horrors leaping up screaming, brass bloodletters swinging their axes, and rotten Nurglings spewing plague.

"Fire!"

Following this order, the entire cyber battlefield was instantly illuminated by artillery fire.

Dozens of Warlord-class Titans fired their main guns at the same time, and energy beams evaporated large numbers of demons.

Millions of earth-shaking cannons roared at the same time, the shells drew deadly arcs in the air, and set off waves of flesh and metal when they landed.

The front row of imperial guards had already engaged in close combat with the demons that had rushed through the fire net, and every swing of the power halberd brought up pieces of broken limbs and arms.

"For the Emperor!"

A captain of the Imperial Guards shouted as he leapt into the enemy group. His power halberd spun like a windmill, cutting three bloodletting demons in half.

The brass-colored blood splattered on his golden armor and was instantly evaporated by the automatic cleaning system.

But more demons came up, and a Khorne demon chopped off his shoulder armor with a huge axe, and blood immediately dyed half of his body red.

"Cover the left wing!"

Waldo roared and rushed forward, his guardian spear piercing the demon's head.

The psychic lightning bursting out from the tip of the spear burned all the demons within ten meters into charcoal.

But more demons immediately filled the gap, and they continued to charge over the corpses of their companions.

In the rear positions, soldiers are converting battleship-grade macro cannons into land-based weapons.

These huge cannons that were supposed to be installed on cruisers are now fixed to the ground, and each shell is the size of an adult.

“Loading completed!”

"Fire!"

The flames from the muzzle lit up the entire tunnel like day.

Wherever the shells passed, the demons were harvested like wheat.

A Tzeentch fire demon tried to use magic to deflect the trajectory of the bullet, but was hit directly, and the shock wave of the explosion tore its crystalline body into countless pieces.

Ten Emperor-class Titans advanced forward with heavy steps, their footprints filled with demonic debris.

The Titan "Holy Fury" in the front fired with its volcanic cannon, and every shot was like a small sun rising in the webway.

A Nurgle behemoth tried to wrap its rotten tentacles around its legs, but the Titan blasted it with a melta cannon and turned it into a smoking piece of meat.

On the golden throne, Yang Cheng frowned slightly. He felt the sacrifice of every warrior in the webway, and every drop of blood spilled left a burning mark in his psychic perception.

His fingers trembled slightly, and the muscles under the golden armor were tense. He wanted to go to the battlefield himself and end the war with his own power.

But he can't.

Below the throne, Malcador seemed to read his mind. The old man's hoarse voice rang out: "My Lord, you hold the Astronomican together. If you leave..."

Yang Cheng did not answer. He knew what Malcador had not said - if he left the throne, the human empire would immediately lose its last barrier.

This realization was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into his heart.

The battle on the web road is becoming increasingly fierce.

Valdo was already wounded, his left arm hanging limply, blood oozing from the gaps in the torn armor.

But he still stood at the forefront, piercing one enemy after another with his guardian spear.

Around him, the bodies of the Astra Militarum were piled up in piles, but the living warriors were still shouting battle cries.

"Hold on! For Terra!"

In the real universe, all of Terra's orbital defense platforms are now online.

Tens of thousands of artillery batteries turned toward outer space, aiming at the approaching Chaos fleet.

In orbit around Mars, the Mechanicus' secret weapon is being activated, and ancient energy readings are causing surrounding instruments to overload.

Yang Cheng took a deep breath, and his spiritual energy began to surge throughout the entire solar system.

Every human warrior felt a warm current flowing into their body, their wounds no longer hurt, and their fatigue was swept away. This was the Emperor's blessing and the final encouragement.

"Keep fighting, soldiers." Yang Cheng's voice spread to every corner through psychic energy, "Today, we write history."

In the deepest part of the webway, Valdor heard this voice. His bloodstained face showed a hideous smile, he raised his spear and shouted: "For the Emperor!"

This battle cry was like a prairie fire, spreading throughout the battlefield in an instant.

The Custodians, the Astra Militarum, the Titan crew members, everyone shouted along.

The artillery fire became more intense and the soldiers seemed to be fighting tirelessly.

On the golden throne, Yang Cheng closed his eyes. His consciousness passed through many dimensions and saw the upcoming final battle.

No matter what the outcome, mankind will meet its destiny in the most heroic way.

"Die! Alien! Destroy! Heretic!"

The battle cry echoed from the depths of the webway, and Valdor's charging figure was like a golden lightning that split the darkness of chaos.

His spear drew a blazing white trajectory in the air, and the arc of psychic energy bursting out from the tip of the spear instantly carbonized the thirty-seven terrifying monsters that were rushing towards him.

The pink crystal body turned into powder in the explosion, and fell on the golden shoulder armor of the Imperial Guards like a strange rain of gems.

"For the Emperor!"

A wedge formation of thousands of imperial guards followed closely behind, their power halberds slashing down at the same time, as neatly as if it was an execution ritual that had been rehearsed thousands of times.

The brass armor of the first row of blood demons was like thin paper in front of the molecular disintegration force field, and the severed body spurted out lava-like blood.

The hot demon blood splashed on the guards' visors and was immediately evaporated into foul-smelling mist by the energy field.

"cover!"

The imperial guards were instantly divided into three groups. The outermost soldiers knelt on one knee, and the storm shields formed an impenetrable wall.

The halberds in the middle layer pierce out from the gaps between the shields, forming a deadly steel jungle.

The innermost layer of the Imperial Guard raised their spears of protection with the tips pointing to the sky. The next second, hundreds of psychic lightning bolts shot out from the tips of the spears, burning the Tzeentch firebirds that tried to fly over into ashes.

The violent aesthetics of these modified weapons on the battlefield reaches its peak at this moment.

Every movement of the imperial guards was as precise as a machine, yet as smooth as an art.

They spun, slashed, and thrust, their golden armor drawing perfect arcs in the dim light of the web.

A Plague Warrior of the Death Guard rushed forward dragging his rotten body. He had just raised his bolter when he was pierced by three power halberds at the same time. One pierced his throat, one pierced his heart, and the last one directly cut off half of his skull.

"Third Company! Engage the enemy on the left wing!"

Valdor suddenly turned around, and his spear thrust up at a tricky angle, splitting the sneak attacking Khorne demon in half from the hip to the head.

The demon's body was still twitching as it was separated. After the two halves fell to the ground, they each crawled for several meters before dying completely.

The sole of the commander-in-chief's boots crushed the still-roaring demon's head, and brain matter oozed out from the lines of the golden boots.

The battle statistics appeared in blood-red runes on the display of Valdor's helmet:

Guards killed: 7

Kill Demon: Head

The number was jumping wildly every second. Waldo raised a sneer and took off his damaged helmet, revealing his scarred and resolute face.

Sweat trickled down his temple and mixed with the enemy's blood at his chin.

"Is that all you have?" He spat bloody saliva at the demon army, "Not even enough to warm me up!"

The demon's attack was stagnant. During this brief respite, Valdor noticed that his spear of protection was covered with cracks.

The gem on the spear's tip was shattered in half, the remaining energy flickering like the breath of a dying man.

Without hesitation, he inserted this thousand-year-old artifact into the ground and pulled out a spare power sword from his waist.

“Change clothes!”

Following this order, all the imperial guards changed their weapons simultaneously.

The broken halberd was discarded and the curled power sword was recovered.

They took down brand new weapons from the weapon racks behind them. These demon-killing weapons, specially made by the Martian Mechanicus, had a black stone coating on their surfaces that glowed faintly.

The second wave of demons' charge was even more frenzied than the first. Swarms of Nurgle's rot flies formed dark clouds that blocked out the sun, Slaanesh's succubus left lewd afterimages in the air, and Khorne's blood crushers rushed in with earthquake-like pace.

Valdor took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the metallic air of the webway.

“For Terra!”

In this charge, the Imperial Guards abandoned all defenses. They transformed into a thousand golden streams of light and rushed directly into the center of the demon torrent.

Valdor held the sword with both hands and cut the three Nurglings in half with a single horizontal slash.

The rotting viscera splattered on his breastplate and were immediately purified into green smoke by the nano-coating.

The power gauntlet of the Imperial Guard Cassius directly blasted through the head of a blood crusher. His mechanical arm turned red due to overload, and hydraulic oil oozed from the joints like blood.

But he laughed and pressed on, crushing the demon's bones to dust with every blow.

"Attention! Cover the flanks!"

Valdor was still able to command accurately during the fight. His power sword had been broken, and now he grabbed a fear monster with his bare hands, digging his fingers deep into its crystal body.

The demon screamed in high pitch and struggled to tear his arms with its claws, leaving white marks on the golden armor.

"Quiet." Waldo said softly, and then exerted force suddenly.

The body of the fear monster exploded in his palm, like a shattered glass artifact.

Countless crystal fragments embedded in his palms, but he didn't even frown.

The severity of the battlefield was beyond all tactical deductions. The corpses of demons piled up like a mountain, and the imperial guards had to step on these still twitching bodies to continue fighting.

Waldo's breathing became heavy, he could feel his muscles starting to ache, and his genetically enhanced body was approaching its limit.

But he laughed.

Because in front of him, the torrent of tens of billions of demons was actually blocked by a mere ten thousand imperial guards.

This golden city wall interprets the meaning of "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand men cannot break through" with the purest violent aesthetics.

"Go on!" Waldo picked up the broken sword on the ground, with purple demon blood still dripping from the blade. "Let them see what the true art of war is!"

The imperial guards lined up again, their golden armor no longer had its original color, it was all covered with demon blood of various colors.

But their eyes were still sharp and their arms were still steady. When the third wave of demons charged, these most elite warriors of humanity once again faced them.

"boom!"

Just then, the Red Guards in red armor joined the battlefield.

Waldo's expression tightened. The Red Guards were their reserve force. Once the Red Guards were sent into the battlefield, it meant that the situation was not optimistic.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the roar of the Force, hundreds of thousands of demons exploded into a bloody mist in an instant.

The Red Guard members holding force spears rushed to the front. In just a moment, countless demons were blown away by the impact of the Force.