Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

Boom!

The bronze gunboat emerged from the clouds, and the scanning array like the compound eyes of a fly detected downwards, and then withstood the firepower of anti-aircraft weapons, leaving a dark green rain of fire on the ground.

Thousands of fighter planes were released, adjusting their directions in the capture of gravity, and then rotating and spreading their iron wings after entering the atmosphere of 50,000 meters, showing their hideous faces to the ground.

The vision continued to look up - at an altitude of nearly 40,000 kilometers from the ground, a crack spanning nearly 1,000 kilometers was silently opening.

More than a dozen space warships above the cruiser had just separated from the subspace, and they couldn't wait to adjust the attack angle in the direction of Pesma.

And just a moment later, the thick light column had already passed through the 40-kilometer-thick atmosphere, and arrived first in the terrifying howling that pierced the air!

Time went back five minutes, just before the subspace crack opened.

On the battlefield where Mortarion fought with the main force of the Imperial Fleet, he finally waited for the signal he wanted - the magic tide.

Since the beginning of the war, the death, fear, despair and distortion that Mortarion brought to this galaxy finally broke through a certain threshold in the form of a surging demonic tide at this moment.

In response to his call, the corrupted power of Nagog began to gain the upper hand here again, bringing the many evils suppressed by the Grey Knights back to reality again.

The power of the Warp poured into reality recklessly, smearing the entire Chaos fleet in a black and purple mist.

And at the moment when the Imperial Fleet and the Auspicious Instruments of the Blackstone Fortress failed, Mortarion got what he wanted and led the entire fleet to complete a premeditated death jump!

The Endurance, which was supposed to be on the battlefield in front of the Blackstone Fortress, disappeared from the Imperial Navy's vision and immediately appeared again from the other side of the galaxy!

And what made the Imperial Fists and the Navy admirals' hearts stop was that the position where it jumped out was exactly the orbital defense line that had just been torn apart after the Peregrine Fist was penetrated and fell silent!

The flagship of the Death Guard, the Endurance, now emerged from the center of the dark rift like a huge bronze coffin.

Visible or invisible demons cheered and roared as they leaped past the huge body of the Endurance, and billions of seeds carrying the power of corruption spread to the planets under their feet along with gravity.

"Destruction, only destruction!"

Nearly 10,000 legion soldiers roared silently in the chaotic fleet, and more souls integrated into these semi-biological fleets were whispering!

The Black Mechanicus priests crawled in the corridors like centipedes, stroking the intestines of these creatures that could barely be called space battleships with their dense blade feet.

And after all these blasphemies and distortions were gathered together, they all gathered towards their common master!

The demon primarch who fell into chaos felt the boundless power on his body, and looked at the world under his feet with a detached but indifferent gaze.

At the moment when the magic tide reached its peak, he slowly extended his palm to point to the orbit of Pesma, and then grasped it from a distance with ease!

Buzz!

It was like a bomb with a fuse ignited, or like the first atom collapsed in a fusion reaction chain.

The huge psychic fluctuations spread in a ring with Mortarion as the center, and the huge magic tide centered on the subspace rift, and the billions of demons screaming and rushing towards the planet, turned into ashes in the next moment!

Countless demons and unborn were sacrificed the second before they were about to touch real life!

The howling that was enough for the entire galaxy to hear was declaring their unwillingness!

And it was this power, under Mortarion's control, that forcibly penetrated the energy shield of the planet world of Pesma, causing hundreds of field generators distributed throughout the planet to shut down at the same time!

"Destroy! Destroy everything here!" Mortarion ordered in a low voice.

The early blooming of the power of the magic tide was his compromise with the current situation. The unexpected resistance on the Gothic battlefield made the progress of the entire war far behind his expectations.

The pace of the war must be accelerated, and Mortarion vaguely realized the threat.

The Empire's reinforcements are coming from all directions, and the Black Legion, as a friendly army, is not trustworthy in Mortarion's eyes.

Father, in Mortarion's eyes, Abaddon's control over the barely considered warband union is limited to before breaking out of the blockade of the Eye of Terror.

And after they passed the Empire's blockade, he only had theoretical control over these warbands...

In the worship hall of the Endurance, the Death Shrouds and Chaos Lords knelt on the ground facing the portholes. They had no idea of ​​Mortarion's situation, but they knew that the majesty of that figure at this moment was comparable to that of a god.

"As you wish!" The bronze-armored giants gladly responded, and then each walked towards their own warband.

In response to Mortarion's order, the entire fleet adjusted its angle at the same time, aiming the belly of the warship at the ground.

Nearly 10,000 Astartes warriors, led by the Chaos Lords, stepped into the airdrop cabin called Deathclaw in groups.

So after thousands of years, the most representative tactic of the Great Crusade era - Legion-level orbital airdrop, appeared again in the territory of the Empire!

The dense rocket tail flames on the orbit made the sky pale for a while!

"Stop! Can't go any further!" Instinctively sensing some kind of threat, Calvin said to the cockpit.

After receiving his reminder, the experienced Storm Eagle pilots had already noticed the threat in the sky, so the Storm Eagles' already red tail flames suddenly turned blue, and the rocket ejection holes on the flanks opened one after another.

The fuselage weighing more than 100 tons began to vibrate violently, and after a short-distance rapid drop in altitude, it drew a violent arc in the air!

"Your mission ends here, and you can move freely in the next period of time!"

Calvin said to the escort fleet on the other side of the communication channel, and above the valley, the escort fleet saw the Storm Eagles complete the landing, then circled over their heads and rushed straight to the battlefield.

"They went back." Sutherland looked at the direction where the fleet left, and was not optimistic about the prospects of those warriors.

Taros just nodded slightly without saying a word, then squinted his eyes and looked at the end of the sky.

"The conditions for airborne strikes are ready, they are coming!" He whispered to Calvin, but got no response. So Taros looked at Calvin, who was also in the same posture at this moment.

"Madman!"

As expected, the next second, Calvin exclaimed in anger.

Because within his vast psychic perception, ahead of the thousands of death claws representing Astartes, was a giant ship seven kilometers long falling at a terrifying speed!