Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

"Clean them up." Hawke stood on the Marauder anti-gravity suspension tank and gave an order.

The companies poured more intense firepower on the enemy.

A large number of shells fell on the enemy's head, and the booming artillery fire echoed on the battlefield.

The enemy's fortifications were pulled out one by one.

The opponent tried his best to fight back.

But the range of the imperial artillery far exceeds that of the traitors.

They are always on the side of being suppressed.

Once they fight back, more violent bombing will be ushered in.

The Natal 502 elite regiment led by Hawke is attacking Hive Styx.

This hive is located in the equatorial region of Chidi Planet, and it is a very important industrial hive.

After the outbreak of the Great Rift incident, wild wizards, mutants, and cultists took the opportunity to control the local nobles and launched a rebellion against the empire.

Hawke was ordered to take it back.

This recovery operation is not difficult for the 502 regiment.

At most, it's a little troublesome.

His troops wore advanced exoskeleton armor, well-armed and formed a huge difference from the crude weapons of those traitors.

In addition to this advantage, the intelligence network formed by the suspended anti-gravity detection device, and those heavy vehicles with individual shields are also the advantages of the Natal 502 Regiment.

Hawke attaches great importance to this task, and it will be an important battle for his promotion.

Hawke joined the ranks after the liberation of Natal from the Imperial Regency and the execution of the local nobles.

He participated in many battles.

Fight the Orc warlords, the Necrons, and the Zerg.

At first, he followed Guilliman's troops.

Go out from Ultramar and sweep the world along the way.

Hawke has changed from a big soldier to an independent leader.

Soon, he will be promoted again to become a high-ranking commander.

As long as he wins the Hive Capital of Styx, his meritorious deeds are enough to be promoted.

At that time, he will command an army independently.

Troops with fleets, knights, nuns, and many other auxiliary units.

He was even qualified to stand in front of Calgar and Guilliman to report the battle situation and listen to their strategic arrangements.

This was unimaginable in the past.

Never before has a top soldier risen to such a high position.

Even though they are fighting together, there are two parallel lines between them.

Those aristocrats monopolized the positions of officers.

After their descendants graduate from the military academy, they will be assigned to a company as a petty officer.

Then he rose all the way and became an officer like his fathers.

At that time, such a joke was once circulated in the army.

An old Astra Militarum general takes a walk with his grandson.

The grandson asked, "Grandpa, will I be able to be a general when I grow up?"

His grandfather stroked his head kindly.

"Of course, you will definitely become a general in the future."

The grandson was very happy to hear this, so he asked again.

"Grandpa, can I become a marshal in the future?"

His grandfather shook his head, "There's nothing you can do about it, kid."

The grandson asked in confusion, "Why? I will work very hard."

His grandfather said, "Because the marshals also have their own grandchildren."

Such jokes also once reflected the collusion of bureaucrats and interest forces in the astral army.

It wasn't until Guilliman's awakening, relying on his prestige, to carry out reforms to the Astral Army, that those low-level soldiers who were hard to get ahead would open up a path for promotion.

Breaking through the bloodline threshold for promotion, a huge number of fierce men quickly beat up the original military family into disrepute.

So far, most of the troops of the Indomitable Expedition are elites who have been killed by virtue of their ability and record.

Of course, there are also family members, but there are also many low-level people.

In addition to Guilliman's Primarch status bonus, many reforms to the army are also important reasons why he is supported by the imperial army.

Compared with the incompetent and furious nobles, the support of Guilliman's rule by those elites with outstanding talents is the foundation of the stability of the empire.

It is also the foundation for the Primarch to dare to carry out all-round reforms.

Nowadays, many grassroots military officers have already equated Guilliman with the next emperor of humanity, the lord of humanity.

The Emperor is beloved, but he has slept on the Golden Throne for too long.

For ten thousand years, the Empire received no guidance from the Emperor.

Now, it is Guilliman who leads the Empire.

Everything is getting better.

From politics to economy, to all kinds of basic security such as education and medical care, they are all improving visibly with the naked eye.

Hawke is also one of these people.

At first, he was just a worker.

There is no way out but to be deprived of surplus value, to praise the factory owner for creating a factory, and to keep him busy.

But now, he is commanding a corps, doing things that he never dared to do before.

All this was brought about by Guilliman's awakening.

Hawke believed in the Emperor.

But this does not prevent him from thinking that the Great Regent of the Empire will be the next Lord of Humanity.

Times are changing and there is no eternal monarch in this world.

People are entitled to choose who they follow.

At the beginning, they still had some scruples and did not dare to talk about this topic in public.

But as time went on, they found themselves surrounded by like-minded people, and talked about it more openly.

The new master of humanity.

The second emperor of the Human Empire.

Terra's new master.

Such remarks emerge in endlessly.

Hawke is also looking forward to the day when the great imperial regent will officially take the throne.

Perhaps, wait until Chaos is beaten back.

The scene that everyone has been waiting for will become a reality.

"Captain, it's broken."

A voice interrupted Hawke's contemplation, allowing him to focus on the battlefield.

"Enter, and announce to those guys that everyone must put their hands on their heads and kneel on the ground, otherwise they will all be treated as traitors." Hawke said with coldness and no scruples.

Hawk has experienced countless battles, large and small, on all fronts.

He knew what crazy things these cultists who had turned to Chaos were capable of.

I also know how terrible those chaotic pollutions are.

They are the absolute enemies of mankind and will not be forgiven.

Only death is their best destination.

Other than that, there is no other way to choose.

Resistance in the city continued.

Those traitors built fortifications with sandbags and waste on the streets, and set up various weapons in an attempt to prevent the arrival of the imperial troops.

They consisted of workers, servitors, and demihumans stripped of imperial markings and loyalty tattoos.

Some guys with weird symbols painted on their bodies yelled all kinds of profane words frantically.

Hawke watched the traitors, his mechanical prosthetics hammering against the thick hull of the tank.

"Brave Natalians, in the name of Imperial Regent, crush those beasts."

The cultists opened fire.

But they quickly fell apart.

The firepower of the Empire's loyal troops is beyond their imagination.

The automatic cannons on the shoulders of the exoskeleton alone are enough to let them know the cruelty of war.

Let them know how terrifying the technological gap is.

Their bodies were torn apart by the bombardment.

Soon, those cultists collapsed, and they fled to various places in the city.

And Hawke didn't intend to let them go.

Since they chose to betray, they have only one fate, and that is death.

The nests are large.

It is impossible to completely control every street, every residential area.

If they control the most important places, the traitors in this Hive City will not be able to turn the tide.

The first is the energy pile that maintains the operation of the hive, the second is the food factory, and the third is the weapon factory.

Taking control of these places, the residents of the city will once again submit to the empire.

These inhabitants are generally readmitted as long as they are not tainted by Chaos.

Before the empire was reformed, the lower-level residents did not have much ability to deal with crises, and they did not have the power to say no.

The local army is all loyal to the nobles, follows the nobles, listens to the nobles, and inherits the genes of the nobles.

Once the nobles surrendered, they could only follow suit.

No amount of allegiance to the Emperor matters.

After all, the local residents have long been numb under the pressure of heavy work and survival. Apart from being qualified laborers, they have no ability to fight against those cultists.

No matter how unwilling they were, the nobles surrendered, and they could only surrender along with them.

With its powerful firepower, Hawke's 502nd regiment easily took control of the first two.

The traitors retreated to the weapons factory, guarding the last stronghold.

Weapons factories are still running.

Huge machinery lies across the path leading to the core foundry and STC data center.

Those rumbling machines are running in an orderly manner.

A crane lifts ladles filled with molten iron and pours them down into molds.

The servitor repeated the fixed movements it had been doing before the war started, as if nothing happened around it.

Dirty water leaking from the pipes dripped onto the red-burning machinery, emitting bursts of steam, mixed in the smoke in the hall, and the smell of rust was everywhere.

Hawk no longer sits on the Marauder Hover Tank.

This plant is valuable and deserves to be preserved.

For this reason, Hawke did not use heavy weapons and artillery bombardment.

He personally led the team, preparing to break the last stronghold of the rebels and add a heavy stroke to his medal of merit.

A traitor rushed out of the steam and smoke. His body had mutated, his eyes were cloudy, and his teeth were extremely sharp.

Heretic's sigil is etched into his flak armor.

Wielding a heavy two-handed greatsword in his hand.

"For Lord Jolkan," the traitor shouted.

Obviously, these guys are all cultists who were bewitched by the demon prince who controlled the Segil galaxy.

These guys have already started to demonize.

Once it continues, the pollution of the subspace will increase, and the other party will most likely enter the Chidi star directly.

Chidixing has a strong anti-subspace force field, but this force field is not omnipotent.

Ancient witchcraft, such as sacrifice, can still help the dead come.

Hawk dodged the epee that was coming at him, and the automatic laser cannon on his shoulder rotated automatically, blowing the opponent's head off with one shot.

The headless corpse fell to the ground and twitched weakly.

Executing a traitor, Hawke activated the laser knife on his wrist and stabbed another enemy in the chest.

But there are more behind the two enemies.

The laser beams came in a dense manner.

Several shots landed on Hawke's body and were blocked by his exoskeleton armor.

Special coatings on the exoskeleton deflect laser beams to minimize their damage.

"These guys are different from those traitors outside. They appear to be more organized, more fanatical, and have been blessed by the devil." Hawke's adjutant said.

Hawk nodded in agreement. "You are right, Heller, but we will still kill them. This will not change. Traitors can't change anything."

"All teams unleash all firepower, we are going forward." Hawke turned on the communicator and shouted to all the troops, "In the name of the Great Regent, destroy them."

Soldiers of the 502nd Natal responded to their regiment commander with equally loud slogans.

Lasers illuminated the foundry hall, and grenades were fired into the enemy's fortifications.

Hawke fired wildly against the enemy's firepower, and the automatic laser cannon mounted on his shoulder was also trying to fire, shooting at the enemy.

The screams, the sound of armor and bones breaking, and the howling of pain mixed together.

Fragments of the explosion were swung away by the sturdy exoskeleton armor.

The traitors fell in batches.

Hawke's team is in control.

Suddenly, a bomb hit Hawke.

The bullet exploded on his exoskeleton armor, sending him flying backwards.

The cushioning of the exoskeleton kept him alive, but he was still dizzy and his whole head was buzzing.

In the smoke, a muscular and huge engineer came out carrying a heavy bomb.

"You are late. The lackeys of the corpse emperor, the life created by Master Jorkan has been born, and you will surely meet his terrible wrath."

"Kill him." Hawk tried to stand up, "Nothing can stop us, not even a demon."

In Guilliman's name, Hawke would not let it stop him, no matter what the worst.

He's going to be a more senior commander.

Get the qualification to discuss war with the imperial regent.

He would also stand at the great ceremony, witnessing the great Thirteen Primarchs becoming the second emperor of mankind.

Let all demons die.

Nothing can stop him.