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Chapter 994: Great Unclean Cluster

. Even Gu Hang’s eyes went dark at the sight of this scene.

Although Gu Hang hadn’t personally visited the battlefield, he had witnessed it all.

The Tzeentch in front of him had elevated someone to demonic status in a split second, which Gu Hang had considered quite exaggerated and shameless.

Even more shameless, despite clearly losing, this guy refused to admit defeat and even planned to personally fight. Gu Hang dealt him a brutal blow, and the two were entangled in the Warp for a long time before breaking free.

Unexpectedly, the events on Holy Terra’s surface were even more outrageous.

First, a group of Bronze Bull Knights appeared—is this something you often see in the real universe?

Seeing them once would be a bloody spectacle, let alone an entire, fully staffed order of knights!

Facing an enemy of this magnitude, it was only natural that Robert’s frontal assault would end in a stalemate.

Even more outrageous were the seventy-seven Great Unclean Ones surrounding Zibodu!

This was a legitimate Great Demon, a single one poised to annihilate the world. Gu Hang had encountered one before, back when he was starting out on the Wrathful Owl Star, but it was only an incarnation. On the neighboring Hive World of Koroja, he had fought a serious battle, luring it to his Storm Kingdom. It took a long time and a great price to defeat it.

It was just an ordinary Great Unclean One!

Against this creature, an ordinary Space Marine Chapter might be wiped out, even if it was completely defeated, unless it had multiple Chapter Champions, or even more than a single Chapter Champion.

And now, seventy-seven of these creatures were before him.

Gu Hang was already bracing himself for failure.

Next, he had to consider how to evacuate this elite force.

Honestly, this was giving Gu Hang a headache.

Just as Tzeentch would personally intercept it if he wasn’t allowed to, even at a cost, he would have to pay the price. If he “didn’t follow the rules” and personally intervened, the outcome would likely be the same.

That presumably smug “benevolent father” wouldn’t let Gu Hang personally ruin his good fortune.

But similarly, could these seventy-seven Great Unclean Ones, including the Bronze Bull Riders still wreaking havoc on the battlefield, have simply appeared on their own? The cultists’ prayers and sacrifices alone couldn’t summon such a terrifying force.

It must have been the work of the evil god behind the scenes.

Gu Hang couldn’t act directly; he had to consider some indirect method.

But before he could even begin, something astonishing occurred.

Martins, wielding the Nirvana Blade, raised his arm and shouted, charging headfirst into the enemy line!

His actions had a profoundly inspiring effect on all his troops.

Despite the formidable enemy, the human warriors chanted hymns of courage and bravely marched toward death!

Even more astonishing, their efforts actually worked!

The presence of 77 Great Unclean Ones certainly inflicted heavy damage on the human forces in the first wave of battle, using their vicious Nurgle magic and plague cannons. However, the counterattack launched by the surviving human forces was no easy task.

After losing nearly a hundred Titans, the remaining nine hundred, with their ferocious volleys, single-handedly dispatched two of the most aggressive Great Unclean Ones at the forefront!

The Titans’ firepower was not to be underestimated,

especially the nearly a hundred Warmaster-class Titans among them!

And these Titans of the Alliance’s National Knights didn’t just retreat and fire back. While they held their void shields and fired, the Titan pilots and Knight mech pilots marched forward, charging at the forefront!

Led by the Titan formations, the Alliance’s elite infantry had a better opportunity to advance.

Their weapons, against the massive Great Unclean Ones, were likely to inflict very little damage. However, the primary enemy facing humanity’s elite infantry wasn’t the Great Daemons.

Besides the Great Daemons, there were also a significant number of low- and medium-sized demons, as well as some larger creatures—for example, Toad Dragons and Nurgle Beasts. While not as powerful as the Great Unclean Ones, they were comparable in size. Powerful Plague Bearers and corrupted humans, acting as Nurgle Warriors, also protected the Great Unclean Ones. There were even some Pale Death Space Marines, brought here through the foul magic of the Warp. This was a renowned traitorous Legion, all of whom had defected to Nurgle.

These creatures couldn’t be allowed to easily approach their Titans. Otherwise, they could, after breaching the Void Shields, inflict fatal damage to Titans or Knight Mechs at close range.

Titans were the core weapon of the current human army, and only they could inflict widespread and sufficient damage on the Great Unclean Ones.

And the human infantry performed their mission effectively.

The swarming demons struggled to reach the Titan under their assault.

The blessings reaped from the Battle Sisters’ faith were so intense they could be seen with the n*ked eye. The power of faith imbued these battle sisters with immense strength, allowing them to temporarily rival even ordinary Space Marines.

Holy fire imbued their explosives, slashing down their foes. Facing close enemies, they fearlessly engaged in fierce duels with chainswords and power swords, slaying Nurgle demons one after another.

The elite soldiers of the Honor Guard were no less impressive. They might have to sacrifice ten or twenty times as many men to defeat a single Chaos Space Marine, but they were relentless in their efforts, switching whenever possible.

Opponents of Chaos Space Marine caliber weren’t always encountered. The Pale Reapers didn’t actually make up a significant portion of the enemy’s numbers. The Honor Guards were still able to slay more normal demons with their superior numbers.

Furthermore, Space Marines weren’t the type of opponents the Honor Guards were meant to deal with.

We have them too!

Beyond the two thousand warriors of the Founding Regiment and the Phoenixes, the remaining three thousand are all elites drawn from various Chapters. Their ratio of company champions is quite high; even if they were facing the Pale Reapers, they wouldn’t be as strong as them.

Furthermore, the nearly two thousand warriors of the Founding Regiment and the Phoenixes are the elite of the elite, with an even higher ratio of company champions and even Chapter champions!

Facing them, the Pale Reapers would always have one thought: When did these minions of the Emperor become so formidable?

Under such pressure, the enemy’s formation was quickly broken.

At the cost of the destruction of hundreds of Titans, the Titan formation finally reached the Great Unclean Ones.

A more brutal close combat has begun!

This order was actually given by Martins.

He didn’t believe the Titans would easily win in close combat. But at least the chances were better than in a ranged exchange.

One hundred Titans for two Great Unclean Ones… even if this exchange ratio continued, after all the Titans were lost, only twenty would be destroyed.

Furthermore, as the number of Titans dwindled and their firepower decreased, the exchange ratio would no longer reach the point where they could destroy twenty opponents.

Close combat might offer a different chance.

Furthermore, Martins never placed all his hopes of victory on the National Knights; that was unrealistic.

The infantry covered the Titans’ approach, so what were the Titans covering?

The ‘champions’, of course.

In a single encounter, while the Great Unclean Ones and Titans engaged in close combat, Martins had already quietly killed one.

While Martins’s current stature was certainly considerable, compared to the eight or nine-meter-tall Great Unclean One, he was still a far cry from the latter’s hips. But in a real confrontation, as the massive scythe swept towards him, his Nirvana Blade surprisingly held it steady.

Then, with a swift turn, he slashed with his sword, severing the Great Unclean One’s arm before it could retract. With another step, he raised his sword overhead and stabbed it diagonally upwards through the demon’s voluptuous abdomen.

The Alliance Primarch roared, forcing the holy sword, which had been embedded in the demon’s body, forward, slicing through the demon’s hips and tailbone. The devastating wounds left the demon unable to stand, and it collapsed.

The fallen demon tried to wave its arms to repel Martins. An ominous green light coated its massive wound, attempting to heal. But Martins dodged the blow and struck again, severing the demon’s hideous head.

At that moment, a plague cannon blasted head-on.

The enemy, clearly aware of the threat posed by Martins, didn’t care about the possibility of accidental damage, determined to deliver a savage blow.

With nowhere to hide, Martins lowered his head and thrust his sword forward, ready to withstand the impact.

However, when the plague cannon actually struck him, he felt no impact, unscathed.

A swirling stream of lightning formed a shield, protecting him.

After taking the plague cannon, the lightning shield not only didn’t dim, but instead shone even brighter. It twisted into a lightning spear and shot out, piercing the Great Unclean One that had fired at Martins, piercing his head. The

damage wasn’t fatal to the demon, but it was at least severe.

Seizing this opportunity, a Warmaster Titan, even larger than the Great Unclean One, slammed into him.

The severely wounded Great Unclean One was knocked to the ground. The Warmaster Titan, unconcerned about the damage itself, raised its left gravity fist and slammed it down, denting the Great Unclean One’s chest. Heavy artillery mounted on its underarms, along with heavy rockets on its shoulders and back, blasted it in the face.

The Great Unclean One couldn’t get up, but the Alliance’s Warmaster Titan wasn’t much better off. It was covered in smoke and tatters, its weapons damaged… but at least it managed to stagger to its feet, a victory it could claim.

However, the next moment, a demonic sword swept across, severing the Warmaster Titan.

Meanwhile, the Alliance’s Living Saint, Mother Grit, had also set her sights on it. The soaring Living Saint hurled his flaming halberd at him…

Dante and Raymond Weiss, though not as strong as Martins, were no less powerful than Grit, and perhaps even slightly stronger. Among the five thousand Space Marines, one could gather a hundred or two hundred Chapter Champions. These Champions could also pose a deadly threat to the Great Unclean Ones, especially with the desperate support of the Alliance’s Titans. The combined power of the two could truly inflict a devastating blow on the Great Demon.

Furthermore, there was Gu Hang’s cheating.

The occasional thunder shields that appeared on their bodies, protecting them from fatal attacks and allowing them to launch counterattacks, were naturally Gu Hang’s handiwork.

As he did this, Gu Hang heard the unkind roar of his father.

But Gu Hang could do nothing about it.

If you can cheat by placing seventy-seven Great Unclean Ones on the ground, why can’t I cheat a little for our troops who’ve reached close range?

Gu Hang believed that his actions were nowhere near as excessive!

Watching Martins and the other elite warriors of the Alliance fight so fearlessly, he was deeply moved.

He had already planned to deploy measures as soon as his troops began to retreat, ensuring that as many troops as possible escaped alive.

However, he hadn’t anticipated that, upon witnessing the enemy’s overwhelming strength, his troops wouldn’t retreat, but instead launched a resolute counterattack. From commanders like Martins to the champions, Space Marines, and Titan pilots, down to the warriors of the Glory Guards and the Sisters of Battle, they refused to give up, refused to retreat, and charged forward with all their might. How could Gu Hang not be so decisive?

All the means originally intended to support the retreating troops were now transformed into offensive tactics, unleashed upon them.

Let’s fight to the death!

As for the pressure within the Warp, Gu Hang shouldered it all by himself!

Of course, at this moment, he couldn’t help but wonder: What the hell is that old Deng doing?

Your lair is about to be overturned! I’m fighting my hardest here, what the hell are you doing?!

But this question soon had an answer.

Originally, Gu Hang was ready to face the wrath of his kind father, and to have a good fight like he had against Tzeentch before.

Even though his Kingdom of Storms had not fully recovered from the last confrontation, the risk of the Kingdom being broken and him being severely injured increased sharply, and he accepted it.

But the expected war did not come.

On the contrary, Gu Hang could vaguely feel that in a very conspicuous corner of the warp, the core area of the desperate kingdom called ‘Garden of Nurgle’, seemed to have been set on fire.

And this news was later confirmed from another channel.

The Thousand-Faced God of the Eldar, the Goddess Windsor who is now in charge, sent him a message.

One of his ‘godheads’ that had been tortured in the Garden of Nurgle for countless years was rescued.

(End of this chapter)