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Chapter 236 The Black Legion's First Attack

The sky was stained blood-red by the flames of war, and the Black Legion's fleet loomed like a shadow over the planet's orbit. Abaddon stood on the command platform of his flagship, "Soul of Vengeance," his gaze coldly fixed on the battlefield below. A slight, ruthless smile played on his lips.

"Black Templar... Crimson Fist... Do you think you can stop me with your strength?" Abaddon said in a low voice, with a hint of sarcasm.

He waved his hand and said to the Chaos Lord beside him, "Send the order: full force, attack! Let these arrogant chapters witness the power of the Black Legion!"

At Abaddon's command, the Black Legion's veteran soldiers surged towards the Black Templar's defenses like a tidal wave. Their power armor was covered in chaotic runes, and their weapons gleamed with a crimson light. The Black Templar's defenses crumbled rapidly under their onslaught; the Kashezin warriors on the front lines were utterly unable to withstand this devastating force.

In the critical moment when the defensive line was about to collapse, Grand Marshal Hel Blanchett of the Black Templars personally led the Black Templars in a counterattack. His power sword drew a golden streak through the air, its blade aimed directly at the Chaos Lord of the Black Legion.

"For the Emperor!" Hele Blanchett shouted, his voice filled with fighting spirit.

The Black Templars responded swiftly, their power swords and explosive rifles unleashing a dense barrage of fire in an attempt to suppress the Black Legion's advance. However, the Black Legion's millennia-old veterans were simply too powerful; their strength and experience made the Black Templars utterly unable to withstand them.

"Warband Leader, we can't hold on any longer!" a Black Templar shouted, his voice filled with despair.

Hele Blanchett frowned, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew that the Black Templars alone were no match for the Black Legion's attack.

Just then, Pedro Canto, the chapter leader of Crimson Fist, arrived on the battlefield with his warriors. Their power armor was covered in battle scars, but their eyes were still filled with fighting spirit.

"Heil Blanchett, we're here to help you!" Pedro shouted, his voice filled with determination.

Haile Blanchett nodded, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes: "Pedro, thank you for your support."

Pedro smiled, his tone slightly teasing: "Don't mention it, we're old friends."

However, even the combined strength of the two warbands could not withstand the Black Legion's offensive. The Black Legion's millennia-old veterans were like an impenetrable wall; their strength and experience made them utterly insurmountable for the human warriors.

Just when the situation was extremely critical, a violent tremor suddenly came from the sky. A huge warship leaped out of the subspace, its hull shimmering with golden light.

"It's the Ultramarines' fleet!" a Black Templar shouted, his voice tinged with excitement.

Calgar, the Ultramarines' Chapter Commander, stood on the flagship's command platform, his gaze coldly sweeping over the battlefield below. His voice, transmitted through the communicator, echoed throughout the entire battlefield: "Black Legion, your end has come!"

At Calgar's command, the Ultramarines' fleet swiftly joined the battle. Their firepower halted the Black Legion's offensive momentum, finally giving the soldiers on the front lines a chance to catch their breath.

“Lord Calgary, you’ve come at just the right time!” Heleblanc called out, his voice filled with gratitude.

Calga chuckled, a hint of teasing in his voice: "Don't be so polite, we're fighting for the Emperor."

Under the combined attack of the three legions, the Black Legion's offensive was finally suppressed. Abaddon stood on the command platform of "Spirit of Vengeance," his gaze coldly fixed on the battlefield below.

"Commander, we can't hold on any longer!" a Chaos Lord said in a low voice, his tone tinged with anxiety.

Abaddon was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Send the order for a full retreat."

At Abaddon's command, the Black Legion's fleet swiftly began its withdrawal from the battlefield. Their figures vanished like shadows into the rifts of warp space, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield.

Calgar's flagship slowly descended onto the surface of the Vigilant Planet. The moment the hatch opened, his figure appeared before everyone like an unshakeable mountain. His powered fist gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and each step caused the earth to tremble slightly. Behind him, two Imperial Guards followed closely, their golden armor gleaming in the sunlight, their spears and shields engraved with ancient runes, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

“Heil Blanchett, Pedro,” Calgar’s voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate the clamor of the battlefield, “His Regent will surely remember your merit in defending Vigilant Star.”

Haile Blanchett and Pedro simultaneously gave a standard military salute, their voices filled with respect: "It is our duty to serve the Emperor."

Calgar nodded, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged battlefield, a hint of approval in his voice: "Your courage and resilience are admirable. But the threat of the Black Legion is not yet gone, and we must prepare for the battle to come."

Two guards behind Calgar stepped forward, their gazes cold and sharp, as if they could see through all hypocrisy and lies. The presence of the guards instilled an invisible pressure in everyone present; their power and loyalty were a direct manifestation of the Emperor's will.

“These two are the Emperor’s personal guards,” Calga introduced, a hint of pride in his voice. “They will assist us in fighting the threat of the Black Legion.”

Hele Blanchett and Pedro exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes. The Custodians rarely left Terra, let alone personally participated in frontline combat. Calgar's ability to bring two Custodians was enough to demonstrate his seriousness about this battle.

“With the assistance of the Imperial Guard, our chances of victory will greatly increase,” Pedro said in a low voice, a hint of anticipation in his tone.

Calgar walked to the holographic projection, his gaze coldly fixed on the latest developments on the battlefield. His voice was deep and powerful, seemingly able to pierce through the clamor of the battlefield: "Although the Black Legion's attack has been temporarily repelled, they will not give up easily. We must launch a counterattack before they fully recover."

Haile Blanchett nodded, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "Calga, what is your plan?"

Calgar smiled slightly, his tone tinged with confidence: "We will attack in three columns. Heil Blanchett, you will lead the Black Templars to draw the Black Legion's attention from the front. Pedro, you will lead the Crimson Fist to flank them and cut off their retreat. And I will lead the Ultramarines and the Imperial Guard to strike at their core."

Pedro chuckled, a hint of mockery in his voice: "Sounds like a good plan. However, the Black Legion isn't so easy to deal with."

Calga nodded, a cold glint in his eyes: "That's precisely why we need to go all out."

With Calgar's arrival, the atmosphere on the battlefield became tense yet filled with anticipation. The threat of the Black Legion was not yet eliminated, but with the addition of the Ultramarines and the Imperial Guard, humanity's strength was greatly enhanced.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Calga shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield like thunder.

The warriors responded swiftly, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit. The Black Templars, the Crimson Fist, and the Ultra Warriors formed humanity's strongest defense.

"For the Emperor!" Calgary raised his power fist, his voice filled with fighting spirit.

"For the Emperor!" the warriors responded in unison, their voices echoing across the battlefield like thunder!