Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

The Emperor's power continues to wane.

Terra's situation is also very special.

The entire planet is already very similar to those corrupted planets.

Life and death, fantasy and reality are intertwined.

The entire surface is full of demons and traitors, they are like a tide rushing towards the palace, constantly washing it, trying to pull it into the wave of destruction.

The loyal Primarchs are still fighting bloody battles, but the situation has reached the most critical moment.

One after another, great demons set foot on the land of Terra, all of whom were relatives of the gods.

Just facing their existence is enough to drive people crazy.

The entire Terra has even overlapped with the realm of the gods.

The endless hell of bones, the rotting stench garden, the fantasy labyrinth full of crystals, and the psychedelic palace that emits deadly fragrance.

The gods are trying to draw Terra into their realm.

The price Horus paid allowed them to use their power more fully.

The loyalists are left with the last line of defense.

Break through this line of defense, and they will enter the throne room.

At that time, everything will be over.

Ruth, covered in blood, stood on a high platform, behind him was the Space Wolf warrior who was also scarred like him.

The battle drained every drop of loyal blood.

Sanguinius, who had retreated from the front line, looked tired. The spear in his hand had been replaced with a giant sword, and the original spear had also been broken.

The white wings of "207" were covered with blood at this time, which looked shocking.

Chagatai sat on a wide stone chair, and several pharmacists helped him treat the shocking wounds.

It was the wound from the battle with the Traitor Primarch that nearly killed him.

The faces of the three primarchs were tired.

There was silence between each other.

Terra has been surrounded and isolated for a long time.

Their blood is about to be shed dry.

But who knows Lion and Guilliman, or which Loyalist bastard will make it to Terra in time?

Even if they rushed to Terra, would they still be able to turn the tide?

Can it really drag this world out of the dark abyss?

At a glance, the smoke and dust billowed, and even the air was scarlet.

All those splendid buildings were destroyed.

Those twisted demons have turned Terra into a terrible hell.

Is there really any hope in this hell!!

Even the Primarch was already so pessimistic.

Not to mention those lonely people.

Qi Le, the first saint of the empire, regained his faith and still encouraged the surviving humans to pray to the emperor in the ruined hive world.

Use your faith in the Emperor to fight those demons.

The last Shadow Moon Wolf, the former commander of the Tenth Company of the Sons of Horus Legion, and the loyalist Loken who escaped from Isstvan protected her and the recorder Merced.

Both of them used to be narrators in the Horus fleet, responsible for recording history and recording the great exploits of the Primarch.

During the long journey, Qile was finally able to prove the divinity of the emperor and thus became a saint.

Relying on the Emperor's faith, they survived the demons and purified the corrupted Lightbearers, using their faith to fight against the demons.

In dilapidated camps, in filthy cities full of flesh and blood, in eerie nights and days.

These people of faith work together with the surviving warriors to fight against the evil spirits.

But with the coming of one big demon after another, this kind of resistance is like a candle in the wind.

Will be extinguished by the tide of darkness at any time.

Everything has fallen into despair, and there is no hope at all.

The narrator of the Horus fleet in the past, the super talented Hindman climbed the tower.

Pull open the door iron bolt, push open the door.

The icy air hits his face.

Standing at this place, looking around, they are all demons and traitors laughing wildly.

Cries of despair mingled with howls of death.

This is only near the palace, the whole world has been systematically devastated.

Naturally formed or man-made highly toxic gases spread throughout the world.

Scorching firestorms, ash from nuclear radiation blanketed the world.

The never-ending bombing continued to cause roaring tornadoes.

The whole world has fallen into purgatory.

Surrounded by earthquakes, radiation and chemical pollution.

The living are driven mad by those strange creatures and become one of them.

The dead were summoned again by the vicious evil gods and became their puppets.

Thinking of this, Hindman's old, wrinkled face shed hot tears.

He had seen the rise of glory.

He had seen the Emperor unify Terra.

He had seen men smash mountains to forge palaces.

He has seen countless expedition fleets fly from the land of the goddess of victory to the sky.

He had seen the Primarch and the Emperor join forces to smash the orcs and countless cruel alien empires that ravaged the empire, crushing any obstacles in the way of human unity.

He had witnessed the coronation of Horus. In that grand ceremony, in front of countless soldiers of the Expeditionary Army, as well as the Primarch, the Emperor announced that it was the inherent destiny of mankind to master the galaxy.

Hindman was also excited by this magnificent cause, dragging his old body around to preach the truth of the empire, only for the glorious future promised by the emperor.

Humanity is only one step away from salvation.

The unspeakable horror is clearly revealed to the world, abandoning the shameless betrayal of the past, and tearing everything up completely.

At the top of the tower is a flower garden, which was once a paradise-like scene.

But now, this place is left to the weeds to grow.

Planters and nurseries were torn apart by creeping rhizomes.

Automatic watering machines and pest control systems were shut down to save energy.

Gardening Servitors are reprogrammed for war.

Workers are codified into labor or cannon fodder.

Hindman strolled through it, but the grief in his heart was unbearable.

Finally, he climbed over the fence and stood on the edge of the high platform, staring into the distance.

Previously, he had witnessed a glorious rise.

Now he is unwilling to witness the end of mankind.

Hindman's feet were standing on the edge, and he only needed to take one more step forward to end his own life.

No one will laugh at his cowardice.

In this hopeless place, death is an option.

He is too old, even if he goes to the battlefield, he will only drag others down and become the enslaved corpse of the enemy.

At least it won't hurt anyone if it ends here.

Hindman was about to take a step forward when he heard a boom.

The sound was so loud that it shook the entire Terra.

It was like a behemoth that had suffered a lot and finally let out an angry sound.

Hindman was startled by the loud noise, his legs gave way and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, he caught the railing in time.

The fright just now made him lose the courage to kill himself, and retreated instead.

After climbing over the railing again, Hindman looked up at the sky, and what he saw shocked him.

All communications have been cut off, and no one can contact the outside world.

They were tightly besieged in Terra, not knowing what was going on outside.

Hindman looked up into the sky with only surprise and shock in his eyes.

The distorted position of the void shield blurs the sky like jelly on glass, and through this distorted vision, countless demons can be seen hovering in the sky.

Thick blood-colored dark clouds enveloped everything, reminding people of the hell they were in all the time.

The bloody clouds created by the evil gods were torn apart by countless bombs..

The loud noise just now came from those bombs.

A fighter plane swooped down from high altitude, like a giant spear piercing the sky shrouded in flying demons.

Each fighter plane bears the obvious Macragge logo, and the golden double-headed eagle is particularly conspicuous on the blue fuselage.

Huge battleships seized the outer orbit of Terra, and countless rebel warships were easily destroyed and torn apart.

Numerous explosions and flames lit up in outer space, and the emergence of each ball of fire represented the destruction of a rebel warship.

It was crushed ruthlessly as if it was destroyed.

Lord of Macragge, Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, Son of Vengeance, Son of the Emperor, Guilliman Roboute has arrived.

Tears welled up in Hindman's eyes, but he couldn't say anything when he opened his mouth.

"I have come, pay the price, Horus.

Guilliman's communication spread through every comm device, bringing ecstasy to the faces of loyalists who were already in despair.

The Primarch of the Fist of the Empire, who was originally frowning, couldn't help but smile when he heard the voice.

Sanguinius, Jaghatai, Russ and the others who were originally silent also showed joy when they saw the scene in the sky and the voice in the communication.

They looked at each other, then they all got up and went to the nearest command room to check the situation.

Joy is a hurricane, sweeping everyone quickly, making their tired bodies burst into strength again.

The cheers of battle echoed all around again.

For a while, the fighters who were still persisting were in high spirits, and their combat power suddenly doubled several times.

Unlike the cheering loyalists.

Horus, Fulgrim, Mortarion, Perturabo and other traitors all showed despairing expressions.

Only one last step left.

"The palace must be captured." Magnus, who was ascended to the devil, said, "Only by breaking through the palace and opening the webway, can we use the power of the gods to resist Guilliman."

"With all our strength," said Horus, who was still awake briefly, "As long as we are fast enough, there is nothing Guilliman can do."

The arrival of Guilliman not only scared the Primarch, but also scared the members of the Dark Mechanicum who were still cracking the satellite-level fortress.

They have betrayed human beings and were drawn to the side of evil gods by Horus.

Now that Guilliman is here, the fleet has surrounded the entire galaxy, and there is no way to escape.

The only way to survive is to escape to Terra.

In the dark 5.4 satellite-level fortress control room.

"Hasn't it worked yet?" The leader of the Dark Mechanicum, the former Imperial Foundry General Kebo-Hal, made a binary voice.

"It still doesn't work, our waste code cannot be executed." A mechanical sage responded.

"Try again, if it doesn't work, we will retreat to Terra." Kebo-Hal said, his mechanized tone was full of unwillingness.

These technologies are countless times more advanced than those studied on Mars.

But they can only watch, but not use.

At Kebo-Hall's order.

The mechanical priest once again linked the prepared virus code machine servant to the satellite-level fortress.

This time the link is no longer unresponsive like before.

In the ecstatic eyes of many members of the Dark Mechanicism.

The lights in the control hall were turned on, countless sub-systems were activated, and the screens lit up one after another.

In the next second, a large suspended projection screen appeared in front of many members of the Dark Mechanicus.

"Are you going to succeed?" Kebo-Hal said happily, "Are these machines finally willing to be driven by us?

As if heard his words.

Data and text are displayed on the large screen.

"Tiangong has been connected and is proofreading and transmitting data. 35

"The highest authority has been obtained, and the system enters the pending activation state.""