Good News: Reinforcements Are Here. Bad News: They're Orks!
Cold, shivering.
Then came the powerful earthquake. Alvin was jolted awake. Large clouds of dust mixed with rubble slapped directly onto his face, and even his mouth was stuffed with coarse mud mixed with a strong smell of blood.
He groggily opened his eyes, only to see a bomb grazed his nose and land in a wall riddled with craters. It nearly scared him out of his wits, instantly snapping him back to reality.
Holy crap, what happened?!
His brain was still in the "boot-up" phase, his memory still stuck in the time when he was still in the ruins of the Blood Palace, confronting the Daemon Primarch Angron.
How did I end up here the moment I opened my eyes?
Whoosh whoosh whoosh--!!!
Suddenly, several piercing shrieks came from above, and the shells, trailing shockwaves, landed precisely not far away.
Boom!
The shockwave from the explosion struck Alvin's chest like a hammer, the dull thud making him dizzy and nauseous.
This is truly unbelievable!
I woke up to find the game still going on!
Is this really Warhammer?
Alvin exhaled a breath of stale air, and hurriedly glanced around to observe the situation.
He discovered that this was an extremely rudimentary defensive fortification, with only two broken walls for protection. Outside the fortification were a dozen or so crisscrossing trenches. Several tall Dreadnought served as mobile artillery emplacements on the front line, pouring firepower into the distance.
What happened?
Why am I here?
Alvin, stunned by the bombardment, was in a daze. His memory was still of the Demon Forge Palace; how did he end up here?!
"You're awake?"
A hoarse voice came from behind.
Alvin turned his head and saw Ezekiel, the Chief Librarian Dark Angels Chapter.
He was also huddled in the makeshift fortifications, his helmet removed, his Power Armor torn in several places, revealing bloody wounds, through which one could even glimpse rolled-up flesh and white bones, and he coughed occasionally, spitting out pieces of his internal organs.
His second heart was pierced through by a sword-shaped wound, and the organs inside stopped beating completely.
It's hard to imagine what kind of fierce battle could have caused this Chief Librarian to suffer such severe injuries.
Even for Space Marine, such an injury would be considered quite serious.
"Cough cough-"
Ezekiel coughed up blood again, a hint of death flickering in his eyes. He stared at him with a gloomy gaze, forcing a smile, "Thank goodness—at least we held on until you woke up."
What happened?
Alvin felt inexplicably heavy-hearted.
"Don't you remember what happened?" Ezekiel looked at him strangely.
"I... I'm not really sure." The only thing Alvin could remember was that he encountered the "Yellow Skin Seeking an Official Title" in his dream, but after that, he didn't know anything.
"Alright." Ezekiel, deep in thought, clutched the piercing wound in his chest and forced a smile. "You've been unconscious for two whole days. This is a fortified position located northwest of the Demon Forge Palace."
He didn't say a word, but the wound would pull on the surrounding muscles, and even a space warrior would inevitably be affected, causing his speech to be intermittent.
But Alvin still managed to piece together a complete picture from Ezekiel's fragmented descriptions.
It turns out that although he awoke from the "dream," due to the arrival of the "Emperor's " will and his use of this body,
Coupled with the near-continuous overuse of his Psychic Power, the side effects surged up all at once, leaving him no time to speak before his eyes rolled back and he fell into a deep coma.
The situation was that, for reasons unknown, the "Emperor" suddenly sighed and gave up on killing the Daemon Primarch Angron.
Almost all of the six heroes of the Dark Angels Chapter were seriously injured, and the Sons of the Forest also suffered heavy losses.
On the Chaos hand, despite losing their most important fighting force, the Daemon forces still had a continuous stream of demons pouring out from the rifts in the Warp. So the Supreme Grand Master Azrael ordered everyone to carry the wounded and take advantage of the fact that the Daemon Primarch were still seriously injured to gather all their strength and break out of the encirclement.
Although Deathwing, the Dark Angels, and the Sons of the Forest fought together and fought their way out of the encirclement.
The Khorne's Daemon Legion, determined to achieve their goal, were clearly unwilling to let them escape so easily. They amassed a large number of Daemon and World Eaters, relentlessly pursuing them through hundreds of battles, large and small. In the end, the Dark Angels and the Sons of the Forest were exhausted and surrounded by the Daemon Legion surging from all directions in this makeshift defensive fortification.
By now, the Dark Angels and the Sons of the Forest are practically out of resources and have reached their wits' end.
Even the most fanatical priest, Asmodeus, was exhausted and curled up in the trench. Supreme Grand Master Azrael was seriously wounded but still insisted on staying on the front line. The one-armed Ravenwing Grand Master Samuel and Afkar guarded the other end of the defensive line, fighting hand-to-hand with the surging Chaos Daemon Army.
"For the Emperor! For Ryan!"
"By the honor of the sons of the lion, we will never allow any blasphemous heresy to set foot here!"
Azrael beheaded the World Eaters charged forward with a single sword strike, his hoarse voice unable to conceal his exhaustion and despair.
No matter how many they kill, these damned Chaos heretics seem to be endless.
After two full days of bloody fighting, the Dark Angels had almost exhausted their ammunition, including the Dreadnought. Everyone was relying purely on their last breath and their tenacious will to fight against the Chaos.
But how long can this situation last?
"You can leave now."
Ezekiel at him and said calmly, "I know you have a way to leave."
"And what about you guys?" Alvin asked.
"Us?" Ezekiel smiled, clutching the piercing wound in his chest, rising from the fortifications. Gazing at the distant crimson tide, his gaze resolute, he said, "Our end is here, our battlefield is here, and to die here is our wish!"
Fallen Angel and Dark Angels fight side by side once again after ten thousand years.
Such a strange sight would likely astound even the Vought if word got out.
Just then, a loud bang came from the sky.
Rumble!!!
Suddenly, a booming sound, like muffled spring thunder, resounded above the chaotic battlefield.
In an instant, both the frenzied Khorne Daemons army and the offspring of Ryan were drawn to the loud noise.
Deep within the clouds, thick with sulfur and acid mist and shrouded in exhaust fumes, countless blurry objects seemed to be falling at incredible speeds. The intense friction between the atmosphere and these objects caused these "little black dots" to streak across the sky like a scattered meteor shower.
Surrounded by the Khorne Daemons army, the Dark Angels, on the verge of despair, witnessed this scene and their thoughts were stirred.
Alvin was even more excited. Could it be that the Lion King had already dealt with the enemies besieging the Stone Fortress and was now sending reinforcements to their aid?
However, the next second...
As those tiny "black dots" gradually pierce through the clouds, their main bodies slowly grow larger and come into view.
Whether it was Khorne's Daemon Legion, the defending Dark Angels and Sons of the Forest, including the Supreme Grand Master Azrael and Alvin, almost everyone wore the same expression, staring at the sky in astonishment.
Good news, reinforcements have arrived.
The bad news is that these "reinforcements" are neither Chaos nor the Imperium, but... Orks!
Grass!
They're Orks!
Those things looked like warships of various sizes pieced together from scrap metal, covered in spikes and skull symbols.
The striking red paint makes these items easily visible at a glance.
The key point is that these seemingly dilapidated things actually fly faster than the Thunderhawk Gunship.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that those "dismantled" airships that pierced through the clouds seemed to have discovered the chaotic battlefield below, and they all forcibly spun around in the sky at an almost inconceivable speed, completely ignoring the rules of the Materium and disregarding the forces of kinetic energy and inertia.
The tails of those dilapidated airships were still emitting plumes of white smoke.
With a piercing shriek that tore through the air, it swooped down towards their location like a suicide attack.