Chapter 548 Bombardment of Holy Terra
The moon's orbit was engulfed in war and filled with smoke. Even though the air was thin and there was no breathable atmosphere, the power of the shock wave had been greatly reduced. Fricks still felt a gust of scorching hot wind rushing against his power armor.

Even without sighting equipment, the Iron Warriors' Space Marines could use their extraordinary and terrifying eyesight to see the huge portal in the sky above orbit that was swallowing up iron battleships.

The Ultramarines, the Night Lords, the Death Guard, the World Eaters, and that despicable Blackwatch who likes cats and shoots from a distance.

The lunar fortress has been damaged after repeated attacks, and the Iron Warriors stationed there are forced to engage in guerrilla warfare to stop these sudden rebels of the Second Empire.

But the moon is not the Istvaan of the past. As the first world recovered after the Terra Unification War, the moon has always been used as the empire's biological laboratory. Similarly, in another world, the moon also serves this important task.

As a true biological master, apart from Holy Terra, the place Hogg is most familiar with in the Solar Star Domain is probably the Moon. Even the complicated passages hidden under the rock layers can be walked out by Hogg with his eyes closed. His Black Watch even regards this place as their second nest.

As the encirclement gradually narrowed, Fricks, the first company commander of the first battalion of the Iron Warriors who was hiding in the tunnels and fighting guerrilla warfare, found that no matter how they attacked, they would eventually be discovered by the group of traitors in black armor. In the end, they were stripped naked, taken prisoner, packed up and put into a huge incubator.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

Although Fricks was an Iron Warrior, he was not a rigid conservative. He usually liked to use a terminal to connect to the Kara network to play games for entertainment. He had seen the previous live broadcast, in which the six primarchs were stripped naked, hung up and beaten like roast geese. The scene was still vivid in his mind.

"We can't hide anymore. We must break out of this encirclement, otherwise our fate will be worse than that of the Primarch. God knows what those traitors will do with us."

Fricks' voice reached the ears of every Iron Warrior. These little bees wearing yellow and black stripes also felt the seriousness of the situation, especially when they saw through the helmet cameras the scene of the traitors pulling open the armor of their fighting brothers. It was so terrifying!

It's okay to capture the enemies, regardless of their loyalty or not, but you are all Space Marines, you are not black cans that have fallen into Chaos. Why do you have such lewd expressions, especially when you are snatching things, why are you slapping people's butts?
I dare not even think about what will happen next. God knows what kind of terrible punishment they will suffer. Could it be that these traitors will treat them well and give them big bags of snacks and coke? Absolutely impossible!
The company that received the order began to assemble. The Dalian company, which originally had a full strength of 400 people, now had less than people left. Many of them were unlucky people whose weapons were secretly stolen, so they could only pick up the flashlights on the ground and dual-wield them.

Taking aim at a certain direction, Fricks, who had never fought such a frustrating battle before, led everyone to launch a surprise attack, determined to break out of the encirclement.

Perhaps it was the God-Emperor's spirit. During the breakout, Fricks was pleasantly surprised to find that the number of enemy troops ahead had been greatly reduced. In addition, this group of traitors subconsciously avoided this area, which meant that there must be a big fish here.

Fricks's calculation was correct. There were indeed big fish in this area, and there were two of them.

As the hot melt cleared the way, the isolation iron door made of ceramic steel was kicked open, and Fricks rushed over first, and then he saw the face that he would never forget in his life:

"Rog! Dorn!!"

The memories from the gene seed were awakened, as if he had returned to the Macragge's Glory that was corroded by Chaos, and in front of him was the sinner who was wielding the Storm's Fang and chopping off his head.

"Mother, I will avenge you."

The Iron Warriors, caught up in a rage, could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. Every minute and every second, they could see the scene of Perturabo being beheaded by Dorn, which was unacceptable to them.

A total of 400 Iron Warriors who were caught in the "Black Rage" rushed over, using explosive bombs, hot melt, and even being tied into a bundle, like an orc weapon's laser Gatling gun, pouring their anger on Dorn, so much so that they ignored the short figure hidden behind Dorn's huge body.

Looking at the déjà vu scene in front of him, Hogg stopped Sigismund from drawing his knife and pulled him into a corner:
"Why are you joining in the fun? You are the only one in the entire Lemon Fist. If you die, the Imperial Fist will be extinct."

After Hogg said this, Sigismund pressed the hilt of his sword and nodded. He suddenly felt that his life was precious, and then he used his thick-skinned uncle to act as a human shield.
"Good uncle, it doesn't matter if father is dead, you must protect me! I am the only hope of the Imperial Fists."

Although Dorne had a twisted personality, he was not deaf. He was so moved that he put down his weapon. After all, the Storm's Fang had been broken long ago, and there was only the hilt left in the scabbard to serve as a facade. It would be better to use his fists.

Even though there were many reasons, it was indeed he who cut off the head of Perturabo, who had raised him for 12 years, ten thousand years ago, and caused a series of tragedies in the future.

Looking at the group of Iron Warriors rushing towards him out of hatred, Dorn did not kill them. Instead, he dodged all attacks with a dazzling ghostly speed, then pulled off the helmets of the opponents and patted each of them lightly on the head.

No matter how powerful a Space Marine is, he is completely unable to resist the Primarch. The gap in strength between them is higher than a mountain, and cannot be bridged by Roaring Explosion.

After just one minute and seven seconds, all the Iron Warriors in the hall fell unconscious, and Dorn's armor was not even hit by a single bomb. Seeing his father resolve the battle, Sigismund let go of his uncle who was riddled with bullet holes, and very considerately used a small knife to remove the bullet for Hogg, which made Hogg's fists itch suddenly.

On top of the sleeping can, Rogal Dorn remained silent, with the demeanor of a hermit, but soon a voice broke his pretense:
"Father, are you sure you knocked them out? His cervical vertebrae are broken, he won't die, right?"

"Shut up! Can you speak? What do you mean dead? They are obviously asleep."

After pressing Fricks' neck, Hogg could vouch with his many years of medical experience that the cervical vertebra was definitely broken, and if this unfortunate child was not saved, he would really die soon.

Seeing that he could no longer pretend, Rogdorn took out a cell repair injection and stabbed it into the unfortunate Tie Yong's neck.

As the injection began to take effect, the broken bones were straightened by the muscles and finally healed after consuming a large amount of energy.

Fricks, who almost returned to the Golden Throne, felt that he had seen his mother calling him. He woke up with a start and saw the big face of Rogal Dorn again, and fell into rage again.

"Snapped!"

Hogg slapped the little bee in the face, giving it a physical anesthesia, and called for Blackwatch through the mental network. They stripped all the captives naked, confiscated all available resources, and sealed them in the incubator.

Relying on his memory, Hogg passed through a long corridor and came to a secret storage room under the lunar rock layer.

Looking at the 19 original blood samples encapsulated in the static stand, Hogg smiled with satisfaction. With these things, he could solve all problems, let those cousins ​​win the resurrection match in advance, and fill his gene pool at the same time.

One hour and seven minutes later, the last barrier of Holy Terra, the Lunar Fortress, completely fell. The local Primarch also received the signal to close the net and carried out a decapitation operation on those Imperial officials they had already pre-empted. The Filial Sons Alliance also gathered here one after another.

Taking Guilliman, who had just survived the Titan training, and accompanied by Rogal Dorn, Hogg and his three companions immediately set sail towards the final battlefield.

On the bridge of the Black Light, a message reached Hogg, which was a request for peace from the High Lords Council:

"Your Highness, no matter what, Holy Terra cannot suffer from war. This is the last face of our empire. As long as you agree to withdraw our troops, we promise to support the Second Empire as the leader, let the Second Empire ascend to the throne, and become the only orthodox one!"

Looking at the flattering smile on the High Lord's face in the holographic image, even Guilliman laughed. He could not forget that his mother was assassinated by the assassination court sent by these bastards:

“You are not repentant, but you know you are going to die!”

Without giving the insects a chance to explain, Hogg closed the holographic image, patted Dorn and Guilliman on the shoulders and said:

"Good brothers, I promised you that I would let you start a new life. This is your last chance. Make your choice now!"

After looking at each other, the two Primarchs pressed the huge red button on the Blacklight's command console without hesitation.

Accompanied by the mad spraying of nuclear bombs, endless skyfire flew out from the Second Empire fleet and rushed towards Holy Terra below the orbit.

However, when the two were sighing with emotion, a big fight pushed them into the corner:
"Do you want to blow Terra up completely? Just fire once, this extermination order is for continuous firing!"

At the same time, the Emperor finally lost his composure as he watched the whirlwind torpedoes falling from the sky. After counting the number, he even cursed loudly:

"Are you really serious?"

　No more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)