Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 823 The power of the storm

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"Take all the soulless ones out of the combat order!"

"I don't care what the opinions of the friendly forces are. The command of the soulless men who are soldiers in the Tyrone Star District belongs to me!"

At the entrance of the Skull Fortress, Yao En roared loudly and dispatched his own armed forces.

Each Praetorian Guard is allowed to have command authority, and the highest level of command authority can even exceed that of the commander-in-chief of an army regiment or the captain of a battleship.

But among all the guards, only Yaoen has his own standing army, and that is the Soulless Corps that accompanied him in the Battle of Cadia centuries ago.

Although the resources and growth of the soldiers in this soulless corps have been retired and re-enlisted for several rounds, the number of the corps has always been retained, as unbreakable as Yaoen's command.

But as a guard, Yaoen still had to keep his mouth shut, not to prove whether the command rights belonged to him, but to have the military communication personnel convey the order as soon as possible to those who were participating in the battle in the Skull Fortress. The soldiers of the Soulless Corps withdrew from the battle and regrouped into an entire regiment.

After the corps is assembled, Yaoen will also mobilize a large number of weapons and equipment, vehicles, ammunition, etc. that are exclusive to this soulless corps... But the premise is that he can assemble the corps in time.

"But Mr. Guard, your Soulless soldiers are supporting friendly forces everywhere on the battlefield, using their talents to help friendly forces fight against those demons."

He was the commander of several regiments.

The person on the other side of the communication channel is not an ordinary relay operator. He has never been a relay operator. His ability to question Yaoen, a guard, in line with the procedures is enough to prove that he has a high status.

"If something happens to him... no, if he is restrained, as he is now, that will be the greatest danger to us and our friendly forces!"

Then the people in the Communications Department silently conveyed orders to Yao En, mobilizing communications technology based on real matter or psychic energy and black stone technology.

The powerful modified prosthetic eyes of the Imperial Guard allow Yao En to see far and wide.

"If they are mobilized and regrouped, what happens to friendly forces?"

It was far more intense than the battle for Tianwei in the Battle of Cartier. Every successful report passed into the command and communication system, even if it only captured a ten-meter area, was the result of the sacrifice of thousands of people.

And the Astartes died as mortals.

"Look up and look at the eight o'clock direction." Yao En responded after a moment of silence. "The Lord of Tai Lung is there to fight against the devil. He can blow a big hole in the wall of this fortress by raising his hand. No matter whether it is our Tai Lung He is still a friendly force, and we have to thank him for being able to break into the fortress, otherwise everyone would still be eating cannonballs under the city wall."

The famous new Thunder Warrior died like an Astartes in a war of this intensity.

It's just that in a war of this level, such commanders are just running errands in the command car.

There are battlefields everywhere in the Skull Fortress. Inside this huge military project, city walls, tunnels, water pipelines, and even holes stolen by unknown rat-like creatures have become battlefields.

"I have to go and help him out!"

The order was conveyed.

Yao En's words reached the other side.

Mortals die like ants.

This question made Yaoen stop his anxious pacing. He stopped and looked around.

The soulless ones came one after another.

But just when Yaoen was about to preach to his soldiers, preaching that they, those who were born with talents, were going to do a great thing, that is, save the leader to whom they were born to be loyal. , a strong wind roared and interrupted his speech.

The speech was interrupted. If it were just a conversation in the form of shouting at the top of one's throat, it would be normal, but Yaoen used a communication device to preach to his subordinates. The reliable communication method based on Blackstone application technology and a little bit of psychic technology, which was very effective in the Eye of Terror, completely failed at this time.

"What the hell?" Yaoen turned around.

In front of him, outside the entrance to the Skull Fortress, an overwhelming storm was sweeping over.

That's a storm.

The violent wind was "colliding" horribly like the embodied fury of the blood god's slaves, sweeping in with unstoppable power.

Although this was just a storm, it was not a big one. Yaoen had only seen such a scene sweeping across the planet's surface when Iron Man's nanoswarm was eating half of the planet's resources for reproduction and expansion.

"The rain stopped." Yaoen was stunned and confused. He raised his hand slightly, and there was no more blood dripping on him from the sky.

Although there was no sign that the continuous rain of blood at Skull Fortress had anything to do with the storm, Yao En's intuition told him that it was related.

The storm continues to approach.

Fleets beyond orbit saw the storm sweeping across the planet like a prairie fire.

And as the storm gets closer, people on the ground can see its full picture more clearly.

The howling wind was filled with anger and hatred.

There are dense lightnings in the tossing storm.

There's a hint of blue in it all.

Ezekiel, who was leading the first company of the Dark Angels to fight, also witnessed the storm. He looked at the storm in amazement and wondered why it came.

Searching his entire brain, Ezekiel could only recall a meeting he had with the Imperial Regent.

If Ezekiel were asked to use certain words to describe his feelings about Guilliman on a psychic level, he would say that he felt that Guilliman was a storm.

As the storm draws closer, psychics like Ezekiel feel pain that goes deep into their bones.

Yao En and the soulless people who had just gathered also felt severe pain.

It's just that one is pain on the mental level, and the other is pain on the physical level.

Pain is not necessarily a bad thing, at least the slaves of the dark gods in the Skull Fortress are also feeling the pain with them.

Typhons, who was using the Book of Plagues and preparing sacrificial materials, suddenly fell to his knees.

The brains of the nobles who are good at using rituals on Dracasi exploded.

Everything that was originally disorderly and chaotic outside the scope of the black stone has now become traceable, the primary and secondary relationships of events have been straightened out, and physical rules have appeared in places that the black stone cannot cover. Even though it is still very crude, it is indeed The physical rules of the real universe exist.

On Qin Mo's side, he suddenly discovered that the big demons and bloodletters could no longer move as quickly as before.

The bloodthirsty demons feel the burden of their huge bodies. They can no longer look like tanks, but they can move faster than fighter planes.

Qin Mo stepped on the mountains of corpses and looked up at the fleet outside the orbit that kept setting off fireworks in the sky of Broome. "It seems that even the emperor is a collection of three fragile wills and is a super powerful psychic. Not only can I control the fleet, but I can also dedicate part of my psychic energy to help, which really lives up to my high expectations!"

(End of this chapter)