Chapter 204: Chapter 205: The Demon Army Strikes!
As the war horns echoed through the void, Ka'Bandha summoned his demon army.
These warriors of the Warp, clad in armor forged from brass and blood iron, stood ready. Ancient Chaos sigils, glowing with a foreboding crimson light, adorned their plate.
Their eyes burned with fanatical bloodlust.
The demon warriors craved battle.
Under the command of the Supreme Bloodthirster, Ka'Bandha, they would annihilate all in the name of the Blood God!
The Brass Fortress
The gathered daemons watched the scene unfold, some with expressions of intrigue.
Angrath, however, showed only disdain.
That fool was merely answering a mortal's summons to vent his frustration.
Angrath doubted Ka'Bandha would spread any significant slaughter for the Blood God—he'd probably be banished soon enough and sent scurrying back in shame.
Upon the Brass Throne, the towering shadow of blood remained indifferent.
It showed no reaction at all.
...
Matira. Upper Hive—Temporary Command Office
Eden furrowed his brows, worry evident on his face.
He had received Deville's report—their interception had failed.
A Bloodthirster was coming for this world.
That was a monstrosity capable of battling Primarchs, and it commanded a vast demon horde.
It was one of the most terrifying forces in the galaxy.
Outside of key Imperial strongholds, no world could be guaranteed survival against such an assault.
A single Bloodthirster's attack could wipe out an entire civilized world and set entire sectors ablaze in war.
Even if they could hold out long enough for a Space Marine Chapter to arrive, the planet itself would already be a hellish ruin.
Worse still—Goliath Sector lay deep within the Imperium Nihilus, cut off and without reinforcements.
And worst of all, Eden could not retreat.
Urth was too close.
If the Bloodthirster established a foothold here, Goliath Sector would fall with it.
Eden took out the Sacred Ash Missile and loaded it into its launcher.
This weapon, infused with the Emperor's Golden Sunlight, was their only real hope.
Yet, he had no real confidence in its effectiveness.
If it failed to banish the demons, they were doomed.
Thus, even as they prepared for battle, Eden was also preparing an evacuation plan.
If all else failed, if he could not stop the demonic horde, the fleet would evacuate as many as possible before issuing Exterminatus on the planet.
Even Urth itself might have to be abandoned, its survivors fleeing into deeper Imperial territory.
If things reached that point…
Only one man could stop it.
Dante—the Regent of the Dark Imperium and Chapter Master of the Blood Angels.
But even if he did, it would take years.
In that time, the Bloodthirster would rampage across multiple sectors.
Many worlds would scream beneath his hooves, their people butchered in an endless tide of blood…
Eden forced down his worries and stood up.
Stepping out of his office, he looked up at the sky.
A blood-red pillar of light now pierced reality itself.
Suspended between the Materium and the Warp, it served as a beacon, guiding the demon army to their world.
The air was thick with aggression, filling the hearts of all who saw it with a primal fear.
Reports indicated that citizens near the pillar were exhibiting symptoms of agitation and rage.
"Lord Savior..."
Bayev approached, his expression grim.
Eden sighed. "How is the evacuation progressing?"
"The last groups are still evacuating. They need more time."
Bayev continued, "The Departmento Munitorum has completed the deployment. The assault ships are ready per your orders. We can launch at any moment."
"Then let's move."
Surrounded by the Thunder Wardens, Eden boarded his assault craft, heading toward the pillar's location.
The ominous light and the oppressive atmosphere it emitted had thrown the entire planet into panic.
Yet, amidst the fear, a spark of hope remained.
For the people still had their Savior.
...
Throne Square
A vast plaza, capable of holding nearly ten million people, surrounded by towering residential blocks.
The Storm First, Second, and Third Armies had fully assembled, forming multiple defensive lines.
Heavy artillery, Sentinel mechs, and battle tanks covered the perimeter.
Dozens of armored brigades, including heavy, medium, and special forces, were already positioned in overlapping formations.
Over one million troops stood arrayed in grim anticipation, their war machines casting a dark shadow over the square.
The front lines were composed of heavy tanks and Sentinel mechs, followed by shock troopers wielding thermal flamers.
Further behind, light-armored Storm Troopers prepared to fire from behind trenches and barricades.
These brigades would hold the first line, bearing the full brunt of the demon horde's assault.
Behind them, artillery regiments positioned themselves on high ground, constructing firing positions.
Meanwhile, Void Angels, War Angels, and Sisters of Battle stood ready among the Stormtroopers.
Their mission—eliminate high-threat targets.
These were Eden's finest troops.
Even with all of them deployed, Throne Square still felt empty.
Ordinary PDF forces and rebel militia would not be joining this battle.
They were too weak to survive in such high-intensity combat and would only feed the demons' bloodlust.
Meanwhile, nearly twenty thousand aircraft had returned to the fleet, rearming for battle.
Their role—block enemy aerial forces and bombard the ground.
The fleet itself had descended into the lower atmosphere, lowering the void shields of the hive city.
If all else failed, they would initiate orbital bombardment, turning the battlefield into a glass crater.
Would it work?
Unknown.
If high-tier demons and the Bloodthirster survived, they could summon even more, using the massacre to fuel their army.
From his assault craft, Eden looked down at his forces, his anxiety growing.
It all came down to not having enough troops or firepower.
If he had a million Space Marines, all in Terminator armor, backed by Titan Legions…
And if every Storm Trooper carried a melta gun…
He wouldn't have to worry.
They could simply gun the demons down—no matter how many came.
As Eden brooded, the blood pillar suddenly shifted.
A wave of heat blasted across the planet.
People's heartbeats accelerated, their panic rising—
And suddenly, every infant on the planet began to wail.
Their parents, helpless, could only clutch them tightly.
"Savior, forgive our sins… We, your faithful, beg for your salvation…"
The Savior's followers collapsed to their knees, clutching their icons and praying desperately.
...
Throne Square
The skies darkened, clouds bleeding red.
The air shimmered with heat, steam rising from the ground.
At the forefront of the Storm Army, Arye stood tall.
At two and a half meters, the commanding officer was impossible to miss.
Wearing only his officer's coat, a cigar clenched in his augmetic jaws, he ignored the heat.
He preferred leading from the front—and hated wearing bulky armor.
Each brigade had its own commanders, with officers beneath him managing the fight.
For the most part, Arye was the symbol of the Storm Army.
"Damn demons—time to kick their asses!"
His augmetic eye glowed red as he took a deep drag, then stomped out his cigar.
He stared at the growing distortion ahead, the air tightening.
Then space itself twisted.
BOOM!
A Warp gate erupted open, expanding rapidly.
Woooooo—
Ancient war horns blared.
Drums thundered.
The roars of demons filled the air.
The demon army… had arrived!
(End of Chapter)
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