From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

"What kind of demon is that?"

"Silver hair, snake body"

"He looks like our father."

When the crew projected the image onto the main screen, everyone in the bridge was shocked.

Every member held their breath, their eyes deeply attracted by the image——

A giant creature with silver hair, a winding snake tail, and an evil aura is wandering in the central city of New Argo.

The impact of this scene is huge.

Even the sons of men who had been through many battles and were accustomed to life and death could not help but feel uneasy and confused at this moment.

And Saul Tarvitz, who was standing in the center of the bridge, had a frown on his face.

There was a mixture of surprise and complex emotions in his eyes, because he knew better than anyone else what all this meant.

He recognized the figure in the image at a glance. Whether it was the flowing silver hair or the vaguely visible face, they were all strikingly similar to their Primarch Fulgrim.

However, Tarvitz's heart was full of doubts and vigilance.

Not long ago, the teams on the ground reported that they had encountered "brothers" who had fallen into Chaos and rebelled against the Empire. Now a Primarch who looked like a great demon has appeared.

This really made him a little dazed.

After taking a deep breath, he quickly gave the order to immediately encrypt and transmit the image to their Primarch.

At the same time, he decisively sent an emergency communication request, hoping to talk directly to Fulgrim to confirm whether this strange existence was related to their Primarch.

Every second that the communication connection was established seemed to be infinitely long.

When the screen finally lit up, Tarvitz's tense nerves relaxed a little.

What appeared in the picture was not the terrifying monster, but their familiar "father" Fulgrim.

The other person was still as handsome as ever, with flowing silver hair, a face as flawless as a sculpture, and he exuded a reassuring majesty and calmness.

After all, this means that the guy who appeared in New Argo is not their original body.

"Father!" As soon as the communication was connected, Tarvitz reported:

"New Argo is suspected to have a Chaos Demon's subspace creature, and..."

"And, the appearance of that Warp creature is somewhat similar to me, right?" Fulgrim took over the conversation in a calm and magnetic voice, and Fulgrim's emotions hardly fluctuated at all.

Hearing Fulgrim's calm but firm voice, Tarvitz's mind was instantly calmed.

The Primarch's majesty and calmness always made him feel relieved.

Because no matter how powerful the enemy is, the Primarch is always their solid support.

At this time, Fulgrim's tone was still deep, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the communication screen, staring at the enemy in the distance:

"Don't be fooled by the appearance of a poor imitation, and don't be disturbed by it. It is just a plaything of the power of chaos and has nothing to do with me."

"Yes, father."

The Primarch's calmness also made Tarvitz's tone more resolute, and he continued to report: "At the same time, we have already had a head-on conflict with a large number of Chaos Astartes. The enemy's individual combat power is as strong as, or even stronger than, our Sons of Man."

Fulgrim's eyes stared at that moment, and then he responded: "The 1st Company and my direct troops, as well as a hundred Custodians, will arrive over New Argo in twenty minutes.

Before that, you, the 2nd Company, must curb the expansion of Chaos forces and never let New Argo become a paradise for demons."

The Primarch's words echoed through the communication like a heavy clanging sound, carrying with them an irrefutable majesty and determination.

Tarvitz immediately felt an unprecedented pressure. This was not just an order, but also a responsibility, a responsibility for the future of the empire.

"As you command, father," Tarvitz replied firmly.

Before Fulgrim hung up, he added: "Remember, Tarvitz, do not fear Chaos. They are but shadows. Our true power comes from our faith and iron loyalty."

After saying that, the communication screen gradually dimmed and the picture returned to darkness.

Tarvitz stood still, then turned decisively and walked away from the bridge.

When passing by the crew control table, he ordered in a deep voice: "Immediately notify all combatants stranded in the fleet to assemble immediately and head to New Argo to support the ground forces!

In addition, all company guards will immediately follow me to the city center to stop the Chaos Demon's progress."

"Understood, sir!" The crew responded in unison and quickly conveyed the order to every member of the fleet.

Tarvitz nodded and quickly left the bridge.

As he moved forward, he checked the various functions of the Hades Terminator armor.

The metal shell of the armor reflected a deep luster under the light, and the imperial emblem and battle honors engraved on it demonstrated his identity and glory.

Then, he gently put on his helmet, and the power armor system started up immediately. The internal display screen lit up, showing the real-time update of battlefield data.

Then, Tarvitz led more than a hundred company guards and headed straight for the "Transportation Drop Dock" on the Emperor-class ship.

This is one of the most core tactical deployment areas in the entire battleship. Although it is somewhat similar to the airdrop dock of the Brigade-class in structure, the space is obviously more compact and the transmission technology is more "simplified".

Tarvitz and others walked into the airdrop dock and boarded the designated platforms one by one.

As the command was issued from the airdrop dock control console, a blue-green transmission energy began to flow throughout the area.

Tarvitz stood in the center of the platform, feeling the fluctuations of the teleporting energy and hearing a low humming sound similar to that of an engine.

The blue-white light suddenly bloomed, transforming into a dazzling stream of energy that enveloped everyone.

In an instant, more than a hundred figures disappeared in the light, leaving only signs of the gradually dimming teleportation field in the airdrop dock.

At the same time, on this street about three kilometers north of the central area of ​​New Argo, that is, the pillar of light that shot straight into the sky;

"For the Emperor! For humanity!"

"Hahaha! Puppets of the false emperor! Die!"

"Dirty bastard!"

"Brothers, your eyes have been blinded by the false emperor, wake up! Hahahaha!"

The streets were filled with deafening roars and taunts. Every shout was full of metallic texture and murderous momentum, demonstrating the unique fighting fanaticism of the Astartes.

Looking down from the air, this street has been engulfed in flames of war.

Two groups of Astartes were lined up on both sides of the street, one was the Emperor's Children who had fallen into Chaos, the other was the loyal warriors of the Prime Universe Empire, the Sons of Mankind.

The two sides engaged in close combat using their respective iconic weapons such as chainswords, power swords and "Thunder Hammer".

The Astartes were originally "brothers", but every time their weapons collided, dazzling sparks would be stirred up. The shock waves even caused the walls of the surrounding buildings to crack and rubble to fall, exuding a horrifying sense of destruction.

The fallen Emperor's children were enveloped in an evil glow of scarlet and purple, their armor surfaces entwined with twisted runes and demonic auras. Their movements were swift and ferocious, and their attacks were filled with absolute destructive power.

The Sons of Men, on the other hand, maintained a pure and refined fighting style. Their helmets shone with a solemn metallic luster in the light and shadow. They switched freely between offense and defense, like a carefully calculated symphony of death.

The attacks from both sides were like a violent storm, blood and debris were scattered on the streets, dyeing the area scarlet.

Not only that, the "followers" and auxiliary troops of both sides were also engaged in fierce confrontations.

Explosions and flames devoured the tranquility of the entire street. Hard light, laser guns and live ammunition weapons continued to exchange fire. Occasionally, grenades and bombs were thrown, followed by deafening roars and flying debris.

Despite the fierce fighting, neither side was able to gain the upper hand.

Every corner of the street became a focus of contention, with both sides gritting their teeth and neither side seemed willing to give in easily.

The "frenzy" that broke out here was like a microcosm of doomsday, pushing the confrontation between loyalty and betrayal to the extreme.

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At this time, a son of the fallen emperor, holding a sword and a whip in both hands, quickly broke through the front line set up by the Sons of Man with incredible speed and agility.

Its movements are as swift as a ghost, and every step seems to blend into the shadows, making it difficult to catch its trace.

At the moment when a crack appeared in the front line, the Emperor's son swung his sword without hesitation, and the sharp blade drew a dazzling arc of light.

The two human sons who tried to block his steps and space were beheaded by the extremely precise sword before they even had time to react, and blood spurted out.

In the distance, a human son holding a 1.0cal heavy bolter quickly turned his firepower, trying to suppress this nightmare-like enemy.

However, before the machine gun could spit out destructive flames, the whip-like weapon snaked out like a living thing.

The whip shadow swept through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking wind, and instantly entangled the machine gunner's neck.

The fallen Emperor's Child simply tugged at his wrist and forced the heavily armored Astartes in front of him.

Before the opponent could struggle, its sharp sword swung down again, beheading the machine gunner with one blow. Blood and mechanical fragments spilled to the ground as the head rolled.

Then, like an unstoppable storm, this fallen one unleashed a brutal massacre among the Sons of Man.

Its sword skills are precise and ruthless, and every swing takes away a life; the shadow of its whip is like the scythe of the god of death, entangling and pulling all the children of men who attempt to fight back from a distance into the abyss of death.

In just a few seconds, he easily slaughtered more than a dozen Sons of Man.

The Sons of Man's ranks began to waver, their helmets filled with undisguised shock and anger.

They had never seen such a ferocious opponent who could shake their formation by himself, not to mention killing more than a dozen of their brothers in just a short moment!

Even the Honor Guards beside the Primarch could not easily slaughter an Astartes that was ten times their number.

The situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed at this moment.

"Hahaha~! Tremble! You foolish brothers!"

"In front of Lucius, you are all playthings!!"

After seeing that the Emperor's Son had successfully reversed the stalemate by himself, all the Fallen began to laugh and ridicule him.

Those who once believed in the "Emperor" now seem to have forgotten their original oaths, swallowed by the darkness of corruption, and transformed into a group of ruthless and crazy bastards.

They made no secret of their insults to humanity, the empire and their "brothers", as if they were enjoying a carnival of victory.

Moreover, their roars revealed the name of the Emperor's son, which seemed to be "Lucius".

As for the Emperor's child named Lucius, the appearance of his power armor is chilling.

The surface of the armor is covered with layers of twisted and deformed "human skin", which seems to be forcibly fixed to the armor. As the battle progresses, the skin trembles and twists from time to time, as if struggling in pain.

What is even more horrifying is that there are countless struggling faces engraved on those "human skins", and each face seems to be screaming in pain, as if the soul is imprisoned in this armor with nowhere to escape.

Their lifeless eyes flickered on the surface of their armor, as if they still had consciousness, filled with endless fear and despair.

Lucius' figure on the battlefield was like the incarnation of a devil, his ferocious, ugly face and the terrifying power armor complemented each other.

Every step it takes seems to be stepping on countless souls, cruel and decisive.

As the laughter of the Fallen grew louder, the bloody smell on the battlefield became stronger, as if the whole world was succumbing to Lucius' victory.

"Ah!"

The company champion who also joined the battle snorted coldly. Seeing the tragic death of his brothers and listening to the traitors' wild laughter, his anger instantly exploded.

He no longer hesitated, and held the heavy power sword tightly with both hands. The sword flashed with a sharp light, like a lightning that was about to tear everything apart.

Then, the company champion suddenly accelerated, his steps as fast as the wind.

His figure was also like a flash of lightning, breaking through the air.

Rou~————! ! !

The power giant sword carried terrifying power, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Lucius' back.

However, faced with such a fierce attack, Lucius did not panic.

Its reaction was extremely quick. It suddenly leaned forward and pushed the ground with its legs, allowing its body to slide like a ghost and successfully avoid the fatal blow.

The company champion swung his angry sword through the air, brushing past Lucius' shoulder and slashing the ground.

boom----! ! !

The giant sword hit the ground with unparalleled force, causing a deafening roar.

Dust flew up, and the ground was split open in an instant, forming a shallow pit more than one meter deep. Stones and debris flew up from all around, as if the earth was shaking with the fury of this blow.

"Face me! Traitor!"

Seeing that the attack missed, the company champion immediately adjusted his body and continued to swing the power giant sword towards Lucius.

"As you wish, boy."

Lucius dodged again and distanced himself from the company champion. He licked his bloody left hand with his tongue and grinned:

“Let me taste you, hahahaha!!”