Chapter 880: Sanguinius's Support

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Sanguinius received a psychic communication from Yang Cheng, which made him realize the seriousness of the situation instantly.

The information in the communication was concise and to the point. Yang Cheng asked him to immediately lead the Primarchs of the other three legions to rush to Ophelia.

The Chaos Gods are clearly determined to claim Ophelia for themselves, and are willing to use all their power to achieve this goal.

Not only did they release a large number of powerful demon armies, they also sent several extremely terrifying demons and demon princes to join the battle.

In addition, hundreds of billions of Chaos believers are pouring into the real universe like a tide, and they are eyeing Ophelia covetously.

After hearing the news, Sanguinius knew the situation was critical and did not dare to delay at all.

He immediately ordered the fleets led by the three Primarchs Fulgrim, Mortarion and Guilliman to sail at full speed to Ophelia to provide support.

These fleets are among the most elite forces in the Imperial Fleet. The fastest of them can reach the battlefield in just half an hour and engage in fierce combat with the enemy.

At the same time, Sanguinius himself quickly assembled his fleet and took personal command.

However, when Sanguinius and his companions approached the galaxy where Ophelia was, the scene they saw shocked everyone.

The galaxy that was supposed to be peaceful and tranquil is now completely unrecognizable. It is almost completely out of touch with the real world and has become a hell full of evil and chaos.

Thousands of demons are rampant in the galaxy, baring their fangs, roaring and screaming, leaving blood and gore wherever they go.

Several of Ophelia's satellites had already fallen into the hands of the enemy, and millions of believers on them had been slaughtered, with corpses strewn all over the ground and blood flowing like a river.

The entire galaxy is filled with a strong smell of death, which makes people shudder.

"My father once told me that Ophelia is of vital importance." Sanguinius' deep and majestic gaze slowly swept around, and everything he saw was a mess.

The wreckage of countless warships floated in the air in all directions, some of which had been blown to pieces by artillery fire. Metal fragments and burning flames were intertwined together, like a doomsday scene, silently telling the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

At this moment, a sharp and piercing communication voice suddenly came from the communicator inside the battleship, breaking the brief silence. "This is Ophelia VII! I am Colonel Harry, commander of the 459th Regiment of the Astra Militarum! We are in urgent need of support! The enemy is coming like a tide, and the defense line is about to collapse!"

Sanguinius reached out and took the communicator without hesitation. His calm expression was as steady and firm as a mountain.

He said solemnly to the other end of the communicator: "Colonel Harry, rest assured, I am Sanguinius, the Primarch of the Blood Angels. Reinforcements are coming quickly. You must hold your ground!"

There was a sudden jump of surprise on the other end of the communicator, and it was obvious that the other party was shocked by this sudden response.

After a few seconds, a voice with a hint of hesitation and disbelief came: "Are you...are you really the great Sanguinius?"

"Yes, it is me." Sanguinius's answer was brief and clear, but the power contained in it was unquestionable.

Hearing the affirmative reply, the man on the other end of the communicator seemed to instantly ignite his inner fighting spirit and courage. He shouted excitedly: "My Lord! Praise the Emperor! Please believe us, even if we fight to the last man and shed our last drop of blood, we will never retreat!"

At this moment, the commander who was originally in a desperate situation seemed to have regained infinite power.

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Ophelia 7

Yadan-3 satellite

The Filthy Body, which exuded an evil aura and was covered with disgusting mucus and twisted flesh, was like a violent beast, slamming into Typhon's warship with the force of thunder.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the two huge warships collided violently, bursting out countless dazzling sparks and broken metal wreckage.

In the fierce attack just now, Torres' warship was unfortunately severely damaged. It was eventually unable to resist and slowly sank into the endless dark abyss.

The once majestic heavy cruiser has now been completely corrupted by the power of Chaos, its powerful combat capability crumbling under the fierce attack of Typhons' fleet.

However, at this moment, the enemy faced by Typhons and his fleet is not just the defeated Torres, but also the terrifying demons that are constantly surging out from the mysterious warp.

These demons have different shapes, some have ferocious fangs and sharp claws, while others have wings burning with green flames and huge mouths that can spray strong acid venom.

But without exception, they all exuded a disgusting smell.

That was the breath of the Nurgle demon, the most smelly thing in the universe.

They pounced on Typhon's warships with their fangs and claws, as if they wanted to devour everything.

There was a loud bang, and an extremely powerful psychic energy impact suddenly erupted.

More than a dozen Death Guard space warriors were instantly blown away by this terrifying force. Their sturdy power armors were as fragile as paper under the ravages of psychic energy.

The spiritual energy quickly penetrated their bodies, ruthlessly disintegrating their flesh tissues, and in the blink of an eye, blew their bodies into balls of foul-smelling sticky liquid that splashed everywhere.

At the same time, a large number of hideous Nurgle Chaos warriors rushed out from the cracks in the Warp and poured onto Typhon's warships like a tide.

These Chaos Warriors are all strong and powerful, holding all kinds of strange weapons, and constantly roaring curses and blasphemies.

Those Chaos warriors who had managed to survive did not show any weakness either. They used the boarding devices on the Chaos warships to swiftly board Typhons' warships and engaged in a bloody and brutal close combat.

“Praise the Father!”

A Chaos warrior had just boarded Typhons' warship when his body exploded in an instant.

"Go back to the Warp and praise your filthy evil god!"

Typhon's low voice rang out on the deck, and Chaos Warriors rushed towards Typhon one after another, and then fell at Typhon's feet one after another.

The sharp power sickle became the best weapon in Typhons' hands, and none of the Chaos warriors who approached him could leave an intact corpse.

The warriors of the Death Guard stood on both sides of Typhons. They pulled the triggers silently and responded to the demons and death that were coming.