The Creators: From Night City

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The ship's hull is deeply integrated with subspace energy, and it will grow and change its structure like a living organism, and may even be able to self-repair.

A colossal mountain, formed by the fusion of the most magnificent Gothic cathedral, the most fortified fortress, and the most advanced factory of the human empire, was cast into an abyss of blood and fire, scorched, and cursed for tens of thousands of years, and has now returned from the abyss as a twisted creation.

It is wreathed in an inextinguishable evil fire, where metal and flesh coexist, and the solemn sculpture is transformed into a howling demon, or a soul bound to a pillar.

The spacious deck was once stained with the blood of two Primarchs, casting a mysterious curse over the entire ship.

"The era of the Primarch is over!"

A rough voice rang out beneath the eight-pointed star drawn in blood on the observation dome.

Abaddon was very tall, and his right arm, inherited from Horus, was covered in blood, which complemented the mountain of skulls piled up on his back.

Of course, the owner of the blood was not yet qualified to be hung on the skull, after all, he was just a Chaos traitor who disobeyed military orders, betrayed the Empire and betrayed Chaos, ordinary, insignificant, and pathetic.

"Robert Guilliman has awakened!"

"Robert Guilliman will bring about your death!"

The sound came from two blue-feathered bird heads, each making its own noise.

“I do not believe your fabricated prophecies, Carlos.”

The Chaos War General stroked a hideous giant sword with his left hand, its dark blade emanating screams and wails.

This sword is the legendary demon sword, Drakanien, a demon sword that foreshadows the end of the human empire. It was born from the ancient echoes of the first murder in human history, symbolizing endless darkness and destruction. It is also one of the few weapons specifically designed to target the concept of 'humanity'.

“The past cannot be changed, but the future still needs to be determined,” said Carlos, the Weaver of Fates, a great demon under Tzeentch’s command.

Abaddon drew his sword and paced across the blood-soaked deck toward the great demon.

“I will destroy him, destroy the son of this false emperor. I will plunge my sword into his chest and seize the victory that rightfully belongs to the son of Horus.”

"You didn't succeed in the past, and neither did your father."

"You will not succeed in the future either. Arrogance will destroy you. You need to take him seriously, or you will also fail under his sword."

Carlos, who had two bird heads, was shouting incoherently.

As the embodiment of knowledge, the weaver of fate, and the messenger of divine pronouncements, this Tzeentch has two bird heads.

One head is always gazing into the past, knowing everything that has happened, while the other is always gazing into the future, able to see all possible futures. However, although Tzeentch gave both heads the authority to see through the past and the future, he ensured that their knowledge could never be synchronized.

This led to Carlos, the Weaver of Fate, knowing everything yet unable to understand everything. The two heads were eternally arguing, whispering, and refuting each other, trapped in eternal madness and torment.

Similarly, this Weaver of Fate can see through the past and the future, but can never see the present.

"Perhaps," Abaddon said with a swagger, the skull decorations hanging from his armor swaying as he walked.

"When the Eye of Fear devours the entire galaxy, hopefully this Primarch will have a way to turn the tide."

Carlos's visionary mind suddenly went into a state of divine contemplation because of Abaddon's words, as if some of the other's words had allowed him to capture some incredible fragment of the future.

However, the future is constantly changing, and it holds endless possibilities that are difficult to fathom.

It channeled its psionic energy, attempting to penetrate deeper, but the other head atop its body wouldn't cooperate, swinging its long, narrow neck and waking it up with a meteor hammer.

"The threads of fate have been touched, and I bring you a warning that will determine the course of the battle, Chaos Warmaster."

The blue two-headed bird raised its cane, its mission here temporarily freeing it from the internal struggle between its left and right hemispheres.

A shimmering blue psionic energy emanated from the scepter, transforming into a vision of the future that appeared between the two.

It was a tall tower, a beacon of order, standing tall on the earth like a blazing oil well, burning with dazzling light in the endless night.

The land, illuminated by light, was scorched and littered with craters and corpses, the remains of tanks, and even the colossal remains of Titans, scattered among a forest of black stone obelisks flashing with inky lightning.

The sky had inexplicably collapsed, the earth trembled, and countless Astartes poured out of the towers, overflowing the hills, the battlefields and the valleys, and surging toward the other side.

In the far distance, similar lighthouses are scattered across the starry sky and the universe.

In the vast crowd, Abaddon saw himself, his disheveled self.

His beloved skull was broken and covered in wounds. He stood with difficulty, leaning on his sword, facing his opponent.

An invisible adversary.

"The Star Torch, humanity's Star Torch, the Chaos Warmaster, must ensure that it is not established on Cardia."

“It is a beacon, a beacon of hope for the human empire. It is the heart of this battle. Destroy it! Destroy it!” Carlos shouted.

However, Abaddon didn't believe a word the blue double-headed eagle said.

After all, everyone knows that anyone who believes in Jiang Qi is a fool.

Even if they belong to the same Chaos faction.

Chapter 1091 The Spartan City-State in an Interstellar Version

Laser gun beams, jokingly referred to as 'flashlights,' flew across the battlefield.

The seemingly light and dreamy light, once it touches you, guarantees you'll be 70% cooked on the spot.

"Hold tight to your weapons, and hold tight to your courage!"

At the third company's defensive position, a rare female political commissar roared loudly, her somewhat pretty face filled with a burning desire for killing and brutality.

"If you don't want your head to be chopped off like grass and you don't want to be humiliated, then fight them to the death!"

The fifth wave of chaos arrived just as the political commissar finished speaking.

Clad in cast-iron armor, the infernal demons roared madly, wielding seemingly crude metal shields, and charged toward the position in a massive swarm.

These Khorne's retinues deeply revered killing and death, despised the cowardly practice of cowering behind cover and exchanging fire with each other, and their favorite pastimes were charging, boarding, and hand-to-hand combat.

But that doesn’t mean they are unintelligent ‘local weapons’.

They dare to do this, to charge into the human empire's positions, which were fully equipped with laser guns, armed with melee weapons, because they possess the blessing of Khorne, which significantly reduces the damage of ranged weapons.

Furthermore, these 'obsessive monsters' who only know how to hack and slash are simply fond of charging into battle, not because they are outdated in terms of weaponry.

In fact, as the Blood God closely associated with war, Khorne's demonic forces are equipped with the most, most complete, and most "advanced" 'demonic engines'.

It features everything from general-purpose assault engines to mobile long-range support, super-heavy assault/siege units, and ground/flying vehicles, including Hellbeasts, Skull Cannons, Blood Crushers, Khorne Raiders, Khorne Demon Reapers, and Blood Grail.

However, despite having a mature ranged weapon system, the ultimate purpose of these vicious weapons is to allow the Khorne demons to charge into enemy lines and engage in close combat.

For them, chainsaws, drills, rams, and claws are their favorite equipment and primary means of attack.

Of course, most of these 'demon engines' have already been 'enjoyed' by the 264th Cardia Regiment stationed in this remote position.

After all, although this is just an abandoned mine, its geographical location is of great strategic value.

It is located at the most difficult and crucial point on the enemy's four main routes of advance. Although its strategic importance is relatively low, it is still a strategically vital location that is contested by military strategists.

Therefore, the regional defense command directly dispatched a regiment of Cardia soldiers to garrison the area to slow the enemy's advance.

To be honest, this mine is located on the edge of the battlefield. The main force of Chaos is concentrated in the Caesar Rift, so the Chaos forces that came here are not very strong.

Furthermore, the 'expeditionary force' that Abaddon had painstakingly assembled was actually a makeshift organization, riddled with internal factions and each with its own agenda, making it impossible for them to be a cohesive and united force in battle.

So until six hours ago, the fighting pressure here wasn't too high.

Until the appearance of a Khorne Legion.

These warmongers are fearless in battle, and their fighting power should not be underestimated.

Even with only one regiment, the Cardians bravely thwarted several waves of attacks from the Khorne Legion, holding their ground and remaining steadfast.

This is all thanks to the formidable fighting capabilities of the Cardia soldiers.

As a fully militarized planet and the Empire's most important conscription world, Cardia is a nation of soldiers, producing the Cardia Star Force, one of the most elite units in the entire Empire's army.

As one of the empire's main recruitment centers, the entire society of Cardia is a giant military camp. Every city and fortress is a recruitment center and training base. Every Cardian is born with only one glorious mission: to serve the empire and dedicate themselves to the country.

This situation is purely the result of the combined effects of favorable timing, geographical advantages, and harmonious human relations.

Located at the doorstep of the Eye of Terror, the largest subspace rift in the galaxy and the stronghold of the Chaos forces, Kadia is the only passage for the Chaos forces to access the material world, which keeps it in a perpetual state of war.

As the front line of the conflict between the human empire and the forces of chaos, war is a daily occurrence for the people of the Cardia.

It can be said that the Kadia army in its normal state is either fighting or on its way to fight against Chaos Raiders and small groups of demon infiltrators.

Not to mention the frequent large-scale battles.

"A small test every three days, a big test every five days," failing any test is considered a death sentence, and not everyone who graduates is a "top student."

As the gatekeeper of the 'Eye of Fear', the Empire also regards Cardia as one of its most important fortresses and provides it with support, continuously investing massive resources in arming and building this imperial stronghold, making its military-related industries, talent cultivation, medical care, research and development, and other sectors highly developed.

Beyond the war, the planetary surface of Cardia, covered with rugged rocky mountains, bottomless canyons, and ceaseless electromagnetic storms, forces its inhabitants to constantly struggle for survival from birth. This instills in the Cardians from a young age the physical and psychological qualities of perseverance and hard work, making them excellent potential recruits.

Having a good foundation is not enough; you also need a good education, and Cardia has done an excellent job in this regard.

There are no regular schools in Kadia, only "juvenile military academies" where children begin learning weapons maintenance, basic tactics, and military discipline shortly after they learn to walk, and then "promote" upwards each year.

Similarly, the military academy in Kadia is one of the best military academies in the empire. The academy not only provides basic infantry training, but also trains students into specialists such as scouts, armored soldiers, artillerymen, and engineers based on their strengths. The curriculum is also the most cutting-edge, practical, and down-to-earth 'war knowledge' of the moment.

After all, the 'general environment' is good, and the teaching materials are updated quickly. Reality is forcing the senior management of Cardia to keep up with the times and avoid being eliminated.

At the same time, the social atmosphere was absolutely martial.

Social class and status are defined by military rank, and the upward mobility of citizens is directly linked to military service. The sole purpose of all industries (agriculture, mining, manufacturing, etc.) is to serve the war effort.

Beyond material possessions, the prevailing social ideology in Cardia is that the highest honor is dying on the battlefield, and the greatest shame is cowardice and defeat. Under this social ideology, Cardia soldiers generally possess a strong sense of mission and honor, calling themselves "Shield of the Empire" and taking "guarding the borders of the nation" as their lifelong mission.

To put it simply, the entire world of Cardia is an interstellar version of the 'Spartan city-state'.

That's why they were able to withstand the Khorne Legion's attack and fight to the death without retreating.

Even if the casualties are heavy.

The fierce battle raged on relentlessly. Relying on well-constructed fortifications and superior equipment, the Third Company, after sacrificing the lives of dozens of soldiers, managed to repel the enemy's attack with great difficulty.

However, the company commander clearly understood that although the first few waves of attacks seemed fierce, the main force was Khorne's Chaos followers. These mortal thugs corrupted by Khorne's faith were fanatical, but they could only do things like slaughtering civilians and collecting skulls.

They are also the cheapest cannon fodder.

However, these recent waves are different; a large number of vampires have appeared in the attacking teams.

Clearly, the enemy's main force has arrived from the rear.

Chapter 1092 Black Stone Vein

The collapse of a battle can happen in an instant.

Lieutenant Elise Junkers, who had recently been transferred to the heavy firepower squad, was leading her heavy explosives squad in a tenacious counterattack.

However, after four days of fierce fighting, the group was exhausted and out of ammunition and food.

Not to mention that the main force of this enemy attack has changed from the mortal Khorne Chaos followers to the Bloodletters.

These muscular, bronze-skinned demons, wielding enormous hellblades, are the backbone of the Khorne demon army. They are tall and muscular, with huge horns standing high, and strangely long tongues that stick out like snake forked tongues, searching for information about the blood around them.

They are the embodiment of Khorne's wrath, born 'warmongers' and 'slaughters'.

A single Bloodletter is difficult enough to deal with, but when an entire group of Bloodletters gathers together and advances in a supernaturally orderly formation, relying on Khorne's War Authority, their collective rage and fanatical fighting spirit will drape them in an invisible psionic shield, making it difficult for enemy ranged attacks to take effect.

In fact, not only laser guns, but also heavy bomb guns were rendered unbelievably weak in the face of the Bloodletting Demon phalanx.

The Agripina triple-barreled heavy bomb gun roared wildly until it ran out of ammunition, but this heavy anti-vehicle weapon didn't kill many Bloodletters.

The scarlet skull flag flew high as it rapidly advanced toward the position.

A blinding beam of light suddenly appeared from the neighboring position; it was the roar of a Mars-shaped laser cannon.

The high-precision, high-penetration energy weapon plowed a tiny hole in the enemy camp, but a counterattack quickly followed.

A piercing shriek echoed from the sky as self-propelled skull cannons made of brass and flesh fired off countless demonic skulls that shrieked eternally. These cannonballs, made of flesh and blood heads, flew wildly and tore at everything in their path the moment they approached the position.

The laser cannon quickly went out.

The Khorne army has very few ranged units, and they are extremely discriminated against. Most Khorne demons regard this behavior as cowardice and compromise, and those who use ranged attackers are considered "dishonorable" and are ostracized.

Similarly, most psionicists (except for the "slaughter mages" recognized by Khorne) are not welcomed by the Khorne faction, and in severe cases, they may even be hunted down by their own people.

Therefore, the opponent's long-range firepower is not very strong.

The automatic cannons and mortars of the various companies began to roar, and the "Earth Crusher" mortar company, under the cover of several Leman Rustank tanks, launched a fierce counterattack.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere as heavy artillery shells landed in the Blood Demons' formation, scattering large patches of minced meat. But these demons seemed to have turned into ruthless cogwheels, showing no fear or wavering, and charged forward madly under the barrage of fire.

Holding the Imperial Eagle Flag, the political commissar stood on the high ground of the middle trench amidst a hail of bullets, risking his life to boost morale.

The soldiers pulled the triggers all the way down, risking their guns to explode in order to unleash maximum firepower.