Caliban, or rather, what was once Caliban.
Daemon smiths gathered the fragments of Caliban and forged them together into this massive daemon world.
Unlike other pure daemon worlds, due to the special domain of Vashtorr, most daemons do not choose to offend it, but instead choose to cooperate.
Many profane daemon engines were born within the domain of Vashtorr.
Including corrupted Titans, or things like Helbrutes.
Their interiors actually contain the authority of Vashtorr, and these special steel daemons are not free.
Daemon smiths charge usury to the specified daemons.
Once they default, these daemons will be imprisoned, or even worse, some daemons will be stuffed into the soul forge and reforged into terrifying daemon engines.
Violent Warp torrents constantly battered the hull, and every time they approached this strange planet, the intensity of the Warp storms would increase slightly.
The Astropath inside the merchant ship had already crashed, and was even sealed in a thick stone coffin.
This was not done because the person was dead, but because only by doing so could they avoid being affected by the Warp's torrents.
Lion could hear the screeching of daemons outside, and even with the Geller field on, there was still a very violent screeching.
Occasionally, some unknown Chaos daemons would jump into the interior of the ship.
But fortunately, the current Angels of Absolution had full sets of blessed equipment, and the God-Emperor's scent could drive away these damn daemons.
"Lord Lion!"
"Why don't you equip this shiny golden bodysuit?"
"Looking at the style, it must have been prepared by the Emperor for you, and it fits your figure and temperament very well. I think..."
"Get out!" Lion let out a huff and kicked Zabriel, who was holding the bunny woman outfit, flying away.
This outfit was actually torn off a figure by Caleb.
Since it was a detachable figure, well, Caleb just added a blessing and threw it onto the battlefield!
"You rebellious sons, get away from me!"
"Is it not enough that I'm already embarrassed enough?"
"To actually make me wear this kind of thing, you group of former Fallen Angels are truly hopeless!"
Lion stood there, stomping her feet and cursing horribly, and the cubs around her also fell into an inexplicable sense of loss.
Not to mention these little cubs, even the Emperor, who was watching from a bystander's perspective, showed a lonely expression.
Caleb could even hear the Emperor's inner voice, and he didn't know how this father was acting.
[Emperor: Sigh, what a pity!]
[It's a pity this woman isn't debuting!]
[Has she not realized that as long as she dresses up nicely, the morale of the legion will soar?]
[Never mind, let Guilliman do this kind of work in the future!]
[I hope Guilliman's appearance won't be too bad after turning into a woman!]
"Hmm, reasonable!"
Caleb silently wrote this down, and backhanded bought some strange things like microphones in a doll shop.
Since she's a woman now, she must carry the advantages of being a woman to the end.
That guy Guilliman will definitely think it over and agree later.
As for Lion, she will definitely be stubborn to death, and Sanguinius, that's hard to say.
This big sister will definitely encourage her sisters to debut.
Then she will silently eat melons, and then, be inexplicably put on as the lead singer.
The ship passed through the insurmountable Warp storm and arrived in a calm space.
There was no echo of the storm just now, only the sound of metal echoing again and again.
No one knew where this sound came from, and no one would know how many daemon engines were being born in this Warp.
Vashtorr, is itself full of profanity, and is the ultimate manifestation of dark technology in the Warp.
When someone uses technical knowledge wantonly, they will be affected by Vashtorr.
The ship made a clucking sound and emerged from Mandeville Point.
The friction of the metal was particularly harsh, especially in this domain, reaching its peak.
Only then did everyone realize, this strange galaxy was already surrounded by layers of strange Warp storms.
This Warp storm obviously blocked the navigation of other ships, and also kept this mysterious planet on a route that no one could know.
Without the guidance of Caleb's gameboard, the current Angels of Absolution would absolutely not be able to come here.
"Whew!"
When the profane planet in front of them was truly placed in everyone's eyes.
The strange scene on the planet had already made everyone's hair stand on end.
mortals are not qualified to watch this terrible scene, all the portholes on the ship were closed to avoid ordinary people coming into contact with such a terrible scene.
The people on the armed merchant ship only knew they were smuggling; they probably never imagined that their new boss had brought them to an extremely dangerous place.
"Zabriel!"
"Prepare to head to the destination!"
"Yes, Primarch!"
Zabriel turned towards the back, and then ordered everyone under his command.
"Everyone get into the drop pods, prepare for battle!"
"Stop!"
Lion called a stop to Zabriel's deployment method. He had discussed a lot of tactics before, but forgot the most critical point, which was the deployment method!
Now that the ship is in a circular orbit of the planetary system, if they used drop pods, they wouldn't know how long they would drift before reaching the surface.
And with the planet's rather unstable rotation speed, by the time you get down, you won't know where you've run off to.
At that time, it might be solved by the anti-aircraft fire above the planet in mid-air.
If they used drop pods, it would really be like delivering takeout to this planet.
Lion patted the Doraemon next to her, and then said to Doraemon: "Doraemon, your anywhere door should still be usable, right!"
"I've already brought the slap bracelets!"
"I will arrive at the planetary surface first, and you will open the door later, let my Battle-Brothers charge in from the door!"
"Oh, is that so? No problem!"
The blue cat had already taken out the pink anywhere door.
As long as Lion TPs, everyone behind her can collectively TP over.
The current Lion really has a feeling of an Archbishop.
Can charge directly to the surface of the planet and then quickly assemble the troops.
"The Wanderer!"
[Detected that Lion has landed on the surface of the planet, starting a new campaign mission!]
[Once this campaign starts, all daemon forces on the planet's surface will launch a fierce attack on your pieces.]
[If this mission fails, the player will be rewarded with surviving on a daemon world.]
[The survival time will be as long as one month, and you can use accumulated methods to survive for a month.]
"Motherfucker!"
Caleb couldn't help but curse. If surviving in a hive city in Warhammer 40k is like swimming in a septic tank.
Then being in a daemon world in Warhammer 40k is forcing someone to eat an entire swimming pool of shit.
Just to say nothing of other places, the septic tank level of this battlefield alone is already 10,000 times more disgusting than a hive city.
In a hive city, at least you can extend your survival time by improving your level.
But if you go to a daemon world, you are truly amputated from the skull down.
At that time, even your soul is not your own. In that kind of ghost place, you don't even have the right to die.
"Lion, you must win!"
"I don't expect you to perfectly complete the conquest mission, at least blow up your cat nest!"
"If it really doesn't work, I'll buy you a new cat nest!"
"At worst, I'll buy the Death Star model from Star Wars and use it as your new cat nest!"
If the Emperor heard this, he would immediately punch Lion's old home to pieces.
Even if he dismantled the superluminal engine from Star Wars for them, the Emperor would happily blow up Caliban.
Laugh to death. The Emperor is working so hard, isn't it just to avoid eating shit in the Warp?
If the Emperor were given another type of superluminal travel technology, she would even be willing to turn herself into a beautiful woman and sell her ass for 10,000 years!
"Angels of Absolution!" Lion shouted, holding her holy sword.
"This will be your battle of redemption!"
"I swear here that from now on, I will let bygones be bygones regarding your sins!"
"We are going to take back our home!"
"Caliban will return to our First Legion!"
"For Lioness!" All the Battle-Brothers rushed out from the pink door!
They shouted new battle cries and launched a charge at all daemon units.
Holding the greatswords of Caliban, using bolter rounds blessed by the God-Emperor.
Such an outrageous veteran company, just by showing up, they wiped out a large area of daemons.
"Hey!"
Doraemon took back the deformed anywhere door. The anywhere door was indeed a bit too small, and with so many Battle-Brothers going in and out, it was inevitable that there would be some damage.
Fortunately, the reckless behavior of these Battle-Brothers did not destroy the anywhere door.
If the anywhere door was gone at this time, they wouldn't even be able to go back.
At the landing point.
The main force of the Angels of Absolution quickly formed a formation, and they wore hoods that covered their faces, cutting a way out with the greatswords in their hands.
The surrounding daemons were slaughtered under these god-given weapons. These weapons blessed by the God-Emperor could banish a daemon just by scratching its skin.
It is worth mentioning that, the daemons here are different from those pure-attribute daemons in the Chaos realm.
The famous daemon Soul Grinders, and various daemon engines, are the main force here.
They are bound by the soul forge and become the eternal workers here.
The master of the soul forge, Vashtorr, can sign contracts with daemons. Once these daemons cannot pay their debts, they will become Vashtorr's contract slaves.
Even the Greater Daemons under the daemons may be enslaved by this means.
The clicking sound of various mechanical parts resounded in this profane domain.
Countless twisted factories and strange tentacles covered the surface of this planet.
The sewage flowing from the inside became the eternal river of this planet.
Lion could not imagine that her former home had become like this!
"Can this home really return to its former appearance?"
When Lion muttered like this, she didn't have that confidence herself.
If it weren't for her father's mission, her first choice would definitely be to blow up her cat nest.
There's no way, this planet is really hopeless, the planetary surface has been transformed into a large-scale industrial world.
The exposed daemon engines and profane machines almost covered the entire planet.
The former Caliban was a beautiful world with beautiful scenery, which could even be rated as a tourist planet.
Now, this cat nest is dirtier than many Forge Worlds, and even dead planets.
If it weren't for the secrets it possessed, Lion would probably have given up on this planet.
But since her father gave her the best indicator, as the master of the First Legion, she must perfectly complete her father's mission!
Carrying a large group of Angels of Absolution, Lion successfully rushed into the place where this secret beacon point was hidden.
Originally, this beacon point should have been used to launch Vashtorr's Arks of Omen campaign.
But now it was activated by Lion first!
The huge ritual machine was activated by Lion.
Immediately, everything around seemed to be shrouded in layer after layer of hazy mist.
There were even shrubs that couldn't grow in the surrounding area. In this daemon world, Lion would also trigger her Warp instincts in response.
"Zabriel, buy me time!"
"I have already sent the coordinates to The Rock!"
"Next, I must continuously transmit the coordinates and position!"
"In the remaining time, guard this place for me to the death!"
Lion inserted her greatsword into the mysterious keyhole.
And at the same time, The Rock of Caliban, which was carrying out secret replenishment, also had an abnormality!
The originally extremely stable Tuchulcha engine had a very unstable riot. The little boy whose brain was connected to the engine even let out a painful low roar!
"What's the situation!"
Grand Master Azrael was the first to discover the problem. In the past navigation process, the engine in front of him should have been very stable.
Azrael asked the engine in front of him: "What the hell happened? Is there an unknown Warp risk?"
The little boy with a huge pipe connected to his head shook his head. His whole body was like a corpse, haggard like a living dead.
His original image would be relatively full, but now the full image has disappeared and is no longer there.
"No, it's your Primarch calling you!"
"I can no longer predict the location of other star systems, and I cannot provide you with navigation. Now your coordinate point is only one, and that is your former homeworld, Caliban!"
When this sentence came out of the mouth of the engine's machine spirit, almost the entire Dark Angels inner circle boiled over.
Everyone who was qualified to know the secret of the Tuchulcha engine came here, they wanted to know the whereabouts of the Primarch.
"The former Caliban, a world corrupted by daemons!"
"Take back the home, conquer the world that belongs to you!"
Although there is not much information, and it is even a riddle.
But for all the Dark Angels, this has said enough.
To put it bluntly, the Primarch's order is only one, and that is to meet at the coordinate point and get ready to fight!
"Looks like there's no time to hesitate!"
Azrael, who had personally ordered the bombing of Caliban, immediately ordered.
"Recall those who are hunting the Unforgiven!"
"There is no Fallen Angel more important than our gene-father!"