Chapter 456: Black and Red, Schemes in the Shadows (Forty-One) Return, Bloody Lucapaglia

This battle was undoubtedly an extremely bold plan. Its planning and execution even directly involved the war situation of the two fleets in orbit.

After learning about this plan, the decision-makers headed by Wolf Lord Hoffman expressed great praise for Tindalos's boldness.

And it was also under his promotion that the entire fleet belonging to the Empire also used an unexpected counterattack in the following war to firmly contain the main force of the Word Bearers fleet.

So the conditions for the implementation of this counterattack were completely mature, and after losing the fatal threat of orbital bombardment overhead, the armored forces of the Tindalos Legion brazenly rushed from the two flanks of the battlefield to the center 24 hours after the battle began.

Tick... Tick...

Dark red blood dripped along the gorgeous sword blade, and everyone in the dark meeting hall was silent, and the commander of this battle looked unwillingly into the void with his eyes open.

This was a shameful defeat, although the Word Bearers Legion lost only some mortal servants who were destined to be sacrificed.

But this was also an intolerable failure, because the people standing on the other side of the chessboard and leading this failure were also the weak mortals that the noble Astartes despised the most.

"1.2 million people, 3 hours, even if they are dead..."

The chief priest opened his eyes quietly and broke the silence in the dark hall with a sneering voice.

On the holographic projection, the hustle and bustle on the battlefield on the ground had ended. The soldiers of the empire had completed the division and strangulation of the battlefield, and now they had safely withdrawn to their positions under the cover of their own formation.

He stretched out the scepter in his hand to imprison the soul of the loser from the void, and then looked at the guy who had been tortured by him and lost consciousness, and asked word by word:

"It shouldn't be cleaned up within three hours, right? Then why did you withdraw the remaining 300,000 people? How did you have the face to come back?"

However, no one was destined to answer his question.

Because no one wanted to anger Erebus at this time, even the knights and generals who had been in high positions for a long time. The person who was really qualified to answer his question had his soul extracted by him.

Uh... Silent howls came from the soul's suddenly opened eyes and mouth, and the dark apostles present were terrified.

The chief priest slowly walked back to his seat, and on the scepter in his hand, the face of that soul vaguely appeared...

"Notify Sarath and let his people take over this battlefield. And remember to contact the Lord of Murder. According to their contract with my Lord, it's time for them to contribute."

Erebas whispered, then took out a thorn gear with an eight-pointed star from his arms and handed it to the general.

The general on the right stood up and took the token from Erebas' hand and walked towards the aviation deck of the battleship.

A few hours later, there were meteors falling on the track again.

The generals of the Tindalos Legion on the ground watched solemnly, and the sea wolves quietly wiped the guns in their hands.

They all knew that this was the enemy's revenge, and it was also the enemy's real call to action after learning a lesson.

Those death claws that were rubbed and burned by the atmosphere might be just meteors in the eyes of mortals.

But in the eyes of the Son of Russ, who had visual enhancement nerves, they were the core armed forces of the Word Bearers headquarters, that is, the fallen Astartes who had fallen into the embrace of Chaos for thousands of years, and finally appeared an hour after the battle was blocked.

The ground of Moro was covered by artillery fire again, and this was just the prelude to the start of the battle.

From the perspective of orbit, the ruins of the Lupacalia city-state were covered with clouds of smoke raised by artillery shells.

And the Word Bearers on the Chaos side, after the rebel legion pressed forward again from the front, began to infiltrate the positions of the Tindalos Legion under the cover of airships and super-heavy tanks.

From the first moment the war started, it entered a white-hot state of scorching.

Under the spur of the Word Bearers headquarters, millions of rebel legions rushed to the positions of the imperial soldiers.

On the front-line positions of the Tindalos Legion, the red rain of bullets brought by the Hell Guns and the Woodcutters were fired in patches, and then after knocking down one enemy after another, they had to fall into silence due to the intense heat, and then entered the most brutal hand-to-hand combat.

On the rear positions, artillery fire used to break the enemy's assembly also came one after another, completely ignoring the enemy's equal artillery counterattack. The enemy's fighter planes and artillery fire also followed one after another, and large pieces of artillery shells hit these positions, leaving these veterans on this land forever in roars.

The Sea Wolves fought with the Word Bearers on more than ten positions, and both sides suffered obvious losses in the fierce exchange of fire.

After the Hellbeasts (magically modified Dreadnought Armor) and the Blessed Sons appeared on the battlefield, the Sea Wolves, who had no heavy weapons and no Awakened-class Chapter Dreadnoughts due to emergency mobilization, could only retreat after suffering heavy casualties.

Lucapalia's position was being eroded, and the Tindalos Legion was limited by the pressure from the front and was powerless against the Fallen Astartes that appeared in an organized manner.

They could only counterattack the armored units that needed to rest after the war in some key positions.

The Sea Wolves fought and retreated, using their bolt guns to delay the Word Bearers as much as possible. On the battlefield in the rocky canyon, they also cooperated with two knight families to wipe out a warband of more than 100 Word Bearers.

But this could not change the overall situation, because as the unit with the strongest firepower density in the Empire, the greatest value of the Astartes on the battlefield was reflected in this tense situation.

Although the Space Wolves tried their best, they still could not change the huge gap in the number and equipment of the Astartes on both sides.

The Empire's positions were slowly dismembered, and more than 3,000 Word Bearers were in different positions, using their powerful firepower and narrow deployment width to sever the connection between the battlefields.

The Tindalos Legion was just a mortal after all. When they faced the same number of Astartes, the width and thickness of the battlefield they needed became an unattainable condition at this time.

The war was heading for failure, and everyone knew that their efforts were just delaying the arrival of this time as much as possible.

Boom!

Another round of incendiary bombs from the Hell Beast was fired, and Edero rushed out of the bunker with flames on his body.

This iron lump, which was equal to the Dreadnought Armor but far crazier than the former, made Edero and his brothers suffer in the previous encounter.

The former at least had reason and could be scared off by the suppressive firepower.

The latter was completely crazy after entering the battlefield. The wanton pouring of firepower seemed to be the whole meaning of the existence of this demon engine. The concrete bunker several meters thick was hit by the incendiary weapons and had the fate of being burned through instantly.

This team has destroyed two similar units and three times as many Fallen Astartes, but as a price, they also paid the lives of three soldiers in the battle.

But they did not feel relaxed at this time, because ten kilometers behind them was the junction of the positions of the two Tindalos Infantry Regiments, and ten kilometers further back was the location of the supplies and battlefield hospital of this legion.

There was no space for them to retreat, otherwise, with the speed of these Astartes, ten kilometers was the distance that could be reached with a pre-war prayer.

Several wild wolves looked at each other across the bunkers and trenches, and saw similar determination in each other's eyes.

It's time to make the final battle, it's time to return to the arms of Russ and the All-Father...

As the only remaining veteran of this team, Edero took the lead in picking up his weapon and stood up to attract firepower, and the remaining few soldiers also tacitly took out the last few grenades, ready to find possible gaps, and use them to make a glorious death with the hugely threatening hell beast.

Bang bang bang bang!

The dense rain of bullets from the heavy bolter swept across Edero's chest with the cold sliding sound of the revolver barrel. The severe pain in his chest and the dense warnings in the eyepiece let Edero know that his short life would probably end here.

"For Allfather and Russ!" He roared loudly, using his last strength to press the gun in his hand on the rock in front of him, and then pressed the trigger to the bottom.

The comrades behind him also jumped out from their respective positions, and rushed towards the evil existence with bloodshot eyes.

Buzz!

The familiar sound of psychic lightning rang in Edero's ears, and in his unbelievable eyes, a portal composed of thunder was born from the void.

The violent white light blinded everyone on the battlefield instantly, and the next moment when the enhanced nerves on the pupils and irises were activated, a group of tall gray knights surrounded a more sturdy giant and appeared on the battlefield.

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