Chapter 9 The First Battle of the First Legion
"Luna will be our last battle, and the Thunder Warriors will never break their oath."
Ushotan tightened his grip on the broadsword.
He looked up at the battlefield in the distance.
murmured to himself.
He had already expected such an ending.
He had heard some news before.
The Emperor creates new warriors in secret laboratories in the Himalayas.
They will replace the unstable Thunder Warriors and become the main force of the Great Crusade.
He once had an illusion, but now this pitiful illusion has been shattered by the ruthless reality.
"For unity."
"For unity."
The roars of other Thunder Warriors echoed in the communication.
Ushotan shook the thought from his mind.
Leading the guards, they advanced quickly under the cover of gunpowder smoke and violent explosions, heading towards the enemy's next line of defense.
The roaring artillery fire fell to the ground, causing scorched earth to fill the sky.
The huge battlefield was filled with bullets, and the torrent of bullets turned into iron snakes and rolled into the air.
The straight energy beam was fleeting, and the dense explosive bombs were like an overwhelming hail.
Fighter planes flew across the sky, stirring up slowly rising clouds of smoke.
Many war machines and infantry groups merged into an unstoppable giant wave and swept forward.
And the Thunder Warriors are the top of this huge wave of destruction.
Thousands of warriors wearing bronze armor rushed to the front, tearing apart the monsters released by the Genetic Secret Cult, destroying the turrets and shield generators along the way.
The Thunder Warriors let go of the reason that restrained their violent nature.
They embraced the eternal rage and unleashed it in this war.
Melees broke out one after another, bloody and cruel.
The Thunder Warriors launched the most violent attack on the Genetic Secret Cult, destroying every line of defense.
When they reached the last line of defense, the Genetic Secret Cult released even more terrifying monsters.
It was a terrifying killing weapon that could only be conceived by a mad artist.
It is huge in size, a mixture of machinery and flesh and blood, ferocious and terrifying.
Vizula fell during the battle.
The terrible monsters sliced through his armor with their sharp claws.
When Ushotan killed the enemies who blocked him and found Vizula, he was leaning against the broken wall.
One hand tightly covered his abdomen to prevent the contents from leaking out.
"Brother." Ushotan knelt beside Vizula and called him.
Vizula opened her eyes and smiled.
"Sorry, I have to take the first step."
"You know, I've always been curious about one thing, that is, did he care about us? Or did he just use us as tools from beginning to end?"
Ushotan fell silent, unable to answer the question.
The Emperor had fought alongside them, and had described to them the prosperity of their unification.
And now, it was He who chose to give up on them.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter."
Vizula gave a relieved smile.
He took his last shaky breath.
Then, it was all over.
He closed his eyes forever.
Vizula once questioned the Emperor, accusing him of betrayal of the Thunder Warriors.
However, he ultimately died for the Emperor.
roar!
A terrifying sound sounded.
The monsters released by the Genetic Secret Cult surrounded the Thunder Warriors.
The surviving guards formed a fighting circle with Ushotan as the center.
Ushotan stood up, holding the broad sword in his hand tightly, and the dancing arc of electricity wrapped around the heavy sword body.
His heart was very heavy.
As the leader of the legion, he knew very well how harmful the Thunder Warriors' loss of control would be to the empire.
From the ruler's perspective, giving up on them is a very wise decision.
But Ushotan still couldn't emotionally accept that the Emperor would abandon them.
"For unity."
Ushotan roared and vented his anger on those monsters.
He charges into his enemies like a mad beast.
The guards followed him and charged together.
Genetic monsters made of flesh, blood and machinery also rushed towards them.
It attacks with its claws and sharp-spiked tail.
A fierce melee broke out.
Monsters continued to be hunted and killed, and the guards around Ushotan also continued to fall.
In the end, he was the only one left.
Blood dyed his robe and armor red, and the sword in his hand was dripping with blood.
Only the most powerful monsters are left.
They have eight spider-like mechanical legs and are covered with thick steel carapace.
Its densely packed eyes glowed with red light, and it had sharp jointed limbs comparable to power weapons.
"Come on, beasts."
Ushotan shouted.
Those monsters made rustling sounds when they moved.
When they pounced, Ushotan let go of his last sanity.
Swallowed by anger, he fell into memories.
He saw the battle on the Antarctic plains.
Atomic weapons rained down from the sky.
Led by the Emperor, they attacked the enemy. Immediately afterwards, he arrived at Mount Ararat and saw his fallen comrades raising lightning flags, raising their arms and roaring angrily.
"Unity."
"Unity."
Ushotan was lost in illusory memories.
Can't tell which one is real and which one is fake.
Only his desire for victory and honor prompted him to constantly wield weapons and kill all the creatures around him.
This is the biggest drawback of the Thunder Warriors. They are stuck in the memories of the war and cannot distinguish between reality and dreams.
Many innocent people died as a result.
But now, Ushotan is the only one on the battlefield, and he can unleash his anger as much as he wants.
He was trapped in a dream, fighting crazily with those terrible monsters.
When the last monster was decapitated and fell to the ground, Ushotan was at the end of his strength and fell to his knees helplessly.
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At this time, his armor was broken and his shirt was stained red with blood.
This battle caused him extremely serious injuries.
Even the best doctors are at a loss.
The roar of the engine sounded.
Transport boats rained down on the ground.
With the roar of high-pressure gas, the hatch slowly opened.
The soldiers in gray armor stepped out in unison. They stood in the wind and snow, silent, like sculptures.
Their breastplates have the word "I" on them, and their right shoulder plates have the words Winged Sword printed on them.
These guys are the embodiment of destruction, shaped into human form and given terrible and powerful weapons.
Ushotan raised his head and looked at the gray-armored warriors.
He knew that this should be the new warrior created by the Emperor to replace the Thunder Warriors.
They are as tall as the Thunder Warriors, and far deadlier.
A golden shuttle landed next to Ushotan.
A golden figure walked out of the shuttle cabin.
The person who came was none other than the Emperor.
He walked to Ushotan's side and put his hand on the other person's shoulder, his eyes unintelligible.
"Do you care about us?" Ushotan raised his head and looked at the person he was loyal to. His vitality was rapidly passing. "Or are we just tools from beginning to end?"
"No," said the Emperor, "you are heroes, not tools, of the Imperium of Man."
"It's just that you are not suitable for the Great Expedition, and you cannot retire and return to civilian life. You were born for war, and ending in the war may be the best ending."
"The empire will always remember the sacrifices you have made, and every citizen of the empire will know the past achievements and glory of the Thunder Warriors."
Hearing the Emperor's promise, Ushotan smiled and shouted his oath for the last time.
"For unity."
As the words fell, he also breathed his last breath.
"Collect their corpses and build a monument in Luna after the war. We want the people of the empire to always remember that the Thunder Warriors are the heroes of the empire."
The emperor ordered to the entourage on the side.
"This can be considered a good ending. At least they did not die at the hands of the Forbidden Army and the First Legion."
The raven standing on the emperor's shoulder sighed as he looked at the dead Ushotan.
The original power also continued to pour into his body.
His talent is to change the established destiny of the universe, and then he can swallow the overflowing original power.
Changing the super-god universe can gain the original power.
For changes in the Warhammer universe, the original power can naturally be obtained.
After dealing with Ushotan's matter, the Emperor turned to look at the last line of defense controlled by the Genetic Secret Cult.
Lining turrets, endless bunkers, cross-posted heavy firepower, indestructible shields, and many ferocious monsters composed of machines and flesh formed an indestructible line of defense.
The Thunder Warriors who unified Terra failed to break through it. Instead, they smashed it into pieces in front of the defense line, bringing an end to Honor's life.
"Leave Luna, tyrant, and don't add unnecessary casualties."
came a female voice.
The Gene Witch's projection appeared before the Emperor.
The Emperor said: "Your resistance is foolish and humanity's rise is unstoppable. Join us or perish."
"You are too arrogant, tyrant. If you insist on having your own way, then this new empire is destined to shed its last drop of blood in Luna, activate the celestial weapons, and let the ice and snow fall."
The moon was the first extraterrestrial world that humans set foot on.
In order to change the cold environment, the former residents built atmospheric controllers.
These cutting-edge creations are meant to improve human life.
Now it is used as a weapon by the Gene Witches to deal with the new empire created by the Emperor.
Along with the beams of light shooting into the thin air sky.
The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and snowflakes were falling from the sky.
"If you continue to fight, you will only destroy yourself. We still have enough cards to fight you."
The Gene Witch looked at the Emperor and issued a threat.
"You should be honored by this." The emperor stretched out his hand, and a snowflake fell on his hand, melting instantly.
"You will witness their first actual battle."
"Attack and kill all those who resist."
The moment the emperor's order was issued, the helmet sights of those gray-armored warriors lit up.
They marched forward in neat steps, launching a new round of killing.
"Astartes?? Is it the First Legion?"
The raven recognized the gray-armored warriors.
They are the Emperor's Angels of Death.
The trump card for the human empire to conquer the galaxy.
Luna's fall is certain.
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(End of chapter)