Chapter 920: The Empire Is More Oppressive than the Chaos

There were craters everywhere and debris everywhere.

A Brother of the Sword fell in the mud, and the pharmacist did not rush to collect his gene-seed. The Iron Warriors' Havoc troops are monitoring every corner of the battlefield. Their super-heavy sniper cannons are powerful enough to penetrate Leman Russ's armor, causing the Black Templars trapped here to die slowly.

The scale of the Chaos Legion's invasion was beyond everyone's expectations, and those degraded bodies powerfully supplemented the middle-level combat power of the Chaos Legion.

These degraded bodies that attack the Astra Militarum at the bottom and block the Space Marines at the top give commanders on every front in Cadia a headache. If there are too few troops sent, they will be eaten up by the degraded bodies. More troops were sent, and other fronts fell into the dilemma of insufficient troops.

Sometimes the Cadian general wished he were a greenskin or a Tyranid bug, so that he could quickly replenish his troops. Now they must urgently mobilize the soldiers and civilians in the fortress, and also prevent the risk of rebellion by the winds of chaos.

What should they say if they are trapped here? Questioning Marshal Amarna's incompetence? Or lambast the Iron Warriors for their cunning? None of this is important anymore. The most important issue at the moment is to get the imperial troops trapped here out.

No. Letting the imperial troops escape seems to have to give in to those two crazy pieces of information.

The interior of the temporarily excavated command room was filled with suppressed anger. This anger was more terrifying and sinister than the polite exchanges of the Iron Warriors. The Black Templar Marshal Amarna, standing next to the map, had a sullen face. He was listening. It has been a long time since I received those two messages.

The Cadian officers who had the honor to fight with the Black Templars did not even dare to swallow their saliva. The political commissar who executed scores of deserters also pinched his fingertips uneasily and silently said the Emperor's blessing.

"Are there any of our troops nearby?" Marshal Amarna asked. He didn't know who he was asking, but the black-armored priest Wus opened his mouth to answer.

"No, as far as I know, only the Wild Wolf and Dark Angel troops are active in that war zone."

"Then can they help us verify whether this news is true?"

"It's hard to say. Since Abaddon's invasion, Cadia's communication situation has been poor. Demons are interfering with our communication."

Marshal Amarna took a deep breath, and he pressed his hand on the mechanical platform with the holographic map. The Mechanic Priest beside him wanted to remind him to pay attention, but he was afraid that he would be punched and disintegrated by Amarna.

A deep fingerprint was left on the machine table, which proved that Marshal Amarna's sanity was on the verge of madness. His crusader helmet with a laurel crown had a pair of scarlet eyepieces. Priest Us had reason to believe that under these eyepieces was It's a pair of bloodthirsty eyes.

"This is either the conspiracy of the demon Tzeentch, or a certain inquisitor's brain has been soaked with shit!" Amarna roared, feeling that the desire to kill that he had accumulated over the years could no longer be suppressed. If there was a person in front of him, Damn heresy, it’s not difficult to chew it up alive.

Priest Us remained calm. Although he was also shocked in his heart, he knew that he must remain calm. A legion completely controlled by rage was deadly and fragile. The World Eaters legion had proven this to them countless times.

The one thing that the Black Templars are better than the Iron Warriors is the communication between subordinates and superiors. From just now to now, there have been countless messages bombarding the ears of the officers such as Wusi and Amarna, but they don’t know how to answer these questions. .

The oppressive silence continued, and a Cadian officer with a bloody bandage on his head said tremblingly, "The frontline reconnaissance force sent a message. The Chaos army that besieged us made a passage, and their words The person asked to talk to us.”

"Take it from me." Amarna ordered.

Soon Claude's voice echoed in Amarna's helmet, "Did you also receive the news?" Amarna asked.

"That's right." Claude answered straightforwardly, his tone full of arrogance, "We will obey father's request and leave a way to survive for you guys who are about to lose."

"Shut up! You damn traitor!" Amarna roared angrily again, "Our battle has not yet been decided! Your blood will soak this land! And I will stab you with my long sword. Pierce your skull!"

"Haha. Anyone can yell in anger. If you touch your lips, the advantage will be in your hands. Accept the reality, Stubborn Stone. You and your brother have failed, which has brought shame to your father."

"Huchi. Huchi. Huchi." Amarna's eyes were bare, and his whole body expanded and contracted with the sound of violent breathing. Seeing that something was wrong with him, Pastor Us hinted that the Cadian officer should turn the signal over and let him and Ke Lorde chat.

Hearing the calm voice of Pastor Wusse, Claude was also very happy. "It's good to hear the voice of a wise man. I thought you only had reckless men in the Black Temple."

"Stop talking about these useless words. Shouldn't steel remain cold and quiet?" Pastor Wusse was not angry at Claude's weirdness. "So the order you received is to evacuate us from the encirclement?"

"That's right."

"Isn't this a trap?"

"I swear by the blood given to me by the Primarch Father that we will not attack you, and we will not allow others to attack you. If the Black Legion does not open its eyes, we do not mind giving them the gifts we have prepared for you."

Pastor Wusi was silent for a long time, then nodded slightly, "Okay. I accept your suggestion, and you will see our troops soon."

Such a straightforward answer made the Cadian officers present panic. They couldn't imagine that the Chaos Army would keep its promise. The military political commissar put his fingers on the bolt pistol several times. He stared at Pastor Urs, and Pastor Urs was also staring at him.

The bishop of the state religion, who was watching coldly on the side, loudly rebuked Pastor Urs's choice. These fanatics were never afraid of death, but were only afraid that their loyalty would not be recognized by the throne. "What are you doing! Surrender? Even if you are noble Space Marines, the Black Templars, who are famous for slaughtering aliens and heretics, have no right to make such a decision!"

"This is not surrender, it is a test." Pastor Urs explained to the bishop of the state religion. He believed that it was only a matter of time before the besieged Imperial troops were destroyed. Even if they did not perish today, they would perish tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. It would be better to take a chance than to wait for death. If the Iron Warriors really keep their promise, then it will indirectly verify that the news of the return of the Primarch is highly credible, and the entire Cadia war situation will change drastically by then.

(I will be taking a bus tomorrow and will not update for a day)