"Notice!"
In full view of everyone, a hundred subspace spheres suddenly appeared and gathered at the far end of the bridge.
The next moment, each sphere exploded into a cloud of hoarfrost, revealing a Terminator within.
In an instant, both sides took out their weapons and opened fire, with explosives flying on the bridge.
The Terminators were immediately inundated with shrapnel, every servant, every mortal, every Astartes firing.
The invaders responded with efficient carnage, striding through the storm of bolts and bullets, absorbing the punishment in their own heavy armor and then returning it doubly to the Imperial side.
The one who jumped to the gang this time was Iongraspere's trump card, directly chosen by Warmaster Abaddon.
"Stick to your position!"
Lothar shouted loudly, always standing on the command platform, regardless of the rain of bullets flying around him.
"For the Emperor!"
Although there are thousands of armed mortals on the bridge and more than a hundred Astartes, it is not easy to face the most elite Chaos Terminators, mainly because Soshyan also took away most of the battle droids. .
The enemy's goal is to cut off the head of the empire's command center. Their goal is Lothar, which is much simpler.
Sabourin hid behind a splintered communications column as counterfire roared towards him, Bahram to his right, firing away from his plasma pistol.
Then he bent down and jumped into the servitor pit below, then he rose again and fired his bolter, the disintegrating force field of his left lightning claw glowing.
Sabourin then approached the first enemy - a monster wearing Terminator armor with long fangs, which was firing a barrage with an automatic cannon, blasting anything in its way into powder.
Sabourin fires a stream of bolts that fly into the enemy's neck guard, staggering them, before he swoops in, stabbing his lightning claws in an attempt to tear the enemy's torso apart.
The Terminator blocked the claw, swung his power fist, knocked Sabourin away, and then aimed the automatic cannon at Sabourin, preparing to end this disparity in the contest.
But the gun barrel didn't roar - the Terminator flew five meters away in a burst of explosions and hit the deck, making a harsh sound of tearing metal.
Sabourin looked up and saw that Bahram had thrown a plasma grenade.
"We must protect Captain Lothar!"
Bahram's words made Sablin nod, and they immediately pulled Losala down from the podium.
"Captain Lothar, you have to be in a safe place."
"I can fight too!"
Lothar held the sword in his hand, his face was ashen, his shoulder had been shot, the shoulder armor was broken and dripping with blood.
"Our mission is to protect you with our lives."
After saying that, the soldiers of the 11th Company gathered around Lothar and used plasma and explosive bombs to fight against the Terminators.
But the situation is very pessimistic, and the number of casualties continues to rise. Just five minutes after the exchange of fire, more than 30 soldiers were killed.
But the worse situation doesn't stop there.
During the fierce battle, a subspace vortex quietly formed, and then in the liquid spiral, a new scene appeared, winding into strange shapes.
Then, part of the bridge deck sank, and an indescribable body rose from the boundless darkness.
That was a possessed warrior, from the "Bringer of Despair", an elite group in the Black Legion, and one of Abaddon's most important forces.
He appears to be tall and thin, with misshapen limbs and long, sharp fingers, a fallen body covered in fragmented Terminator armor covered in scars and unhealed wounds.
More importantly, he has no face, and where his face should be there is only a black nothingness, like a window to the universe.
As soon as he appeared, he walked straight to the middle of the bridge where Lothar was, completely ignoring the bullets fired at him.
Lothar, the fourth captain of the Astral Knights, immediately noticed the opponent, but when he looked at the possessed warrior's face, he felt as if he had fallen in, and time and space had stopped passing.
Lothar's world froze. He could only see nebulae and the Milky Way flowing by. Stars were born from the core of the hot nebula. Star systems turned into dust after collision, and were then swallowed by endless darkness and nothingness.
The Warp, a dimension parallel to reality, is the home of decaying flowers and the source of all that is worst in the galaxy.
Lothar tried very hard to look away from him, but the laughter was still echoing in his head.
He closed his eyes and tried not to look at the other person's face.
Then, he heard a roar, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that the possessed warrior had an extra arm in his hand.
It was a larger-than-human-sized Space Marine arm, the arm of a recently fallen White Templar.
"The coward of the false emperor."
the possessed warrior hissed, his laughter somehow uninterrupted.
"Do you want to watch all your brothers die?"
"asshole!"
The enraged Lothar ignored Bahram's pull and rushed forward, thrusting his power sword forward, but the possessed warrior directly knocked the sword aside with his metal-like arms.
Then the second blow lifted Lothar up, and the armor on his chest was almost completely torn apart.
"Let me try you!"
Li Lin ran past Lothar and rushed towards the enchanted warrior. In less than three rounds, he was grabbed by one of his legs by an impossibly strong hand, and then the enchanted warrior threw him away like garbage. When he reached the side, he fell directly through a cogitator array and fell into a pile of cables and metal fragments.
"Heretic! You chose the wrong ship!"
Bahram roared and charged forward.
"And you chose the wrong god."
The Enchanted Warrior hissed in response.
Bahram jumped up and slashed at the enemy with the sword in his hand. At the same time, the saw teeth of Sabourin's chain sword also screamed and slashed at the possessed warrior from the side.
Unexpectedly, the enchanted warrior giant jumped directly to the ceiling. The seemingly heavy body was now like a sensitive insect. The joints of its extended limbs made a popping sound because they were bent in strange ways, and then grabbed ceiling.
Sabourin and Bahram looked up and found each other's face open, a powerful void trying to confuse their perceptions.
"Don't look at his face!"
Sabourin immediately reminded loudly that he had discovered that the other party's ability would paralyze the senses of those who looked directly at him.
"Hey hey hey, it's late!"
The dome as hard as diamond tore off chunks of metal as the possessed warrior crawled across the ceiling, heading straight for Lothar.
"dare!"
Sabourin's chainsword moved rapidly in his hand, more driven by reaction than choice, sliding beneath the elbow of the enchanted warrior's arm.
The shadow slipped out of the torn wound, and the light of distant stars flowed out of the wound like blood. A sound similar to the collision between galaxies roared in Sabourin's ears, almost making him completely deaf.
