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Chapter 228: Ramming the Blackstone Fortress Again?
🕑 Added 2025-08-17 13:49:44 +0000 UTCChapter 228: Ramming the Blackstone Fortress Again?
Vingaard watched the monitoring equipment of the Blackstone Fortress.
With the intervention of the Protoss, the pressure on the Ultramarines had been greatly reduced. They had once again gathered their scattered squads within the Blackstone Fortress and continued their assault. And when Vingaard saw the two Fallen Angels, he roared, "Traitors!" He couldn't believe that these scum who had fallen to Chaos would actually assist the Protoss.
These Fallen Angels were all very strong. Many of them were highly regarded in the Red Corsairs. In terms of both management and combat ability, they surpassed the average renegade. Therefore, these Fallen Angels knew more than others.
And there were more than just these two Fallen Angels in the Blackstone Fortress. One by one, Fallen Angels were attacking key defensive positions inside, reducing the losses for the Protoss's offensive. The Red Corsairs led by Vingaard were not facing a single unit, but an entire race! With their existing strength, it was simply not enough to resist the ever-increasing Protoss invasion.
All the circumstances indicated that Vingaard no longer had any chance of turning the tide.
At that moment, the voice of Tzeentch once again echoed in his mind, and a surge of Tzeentch's power was injected into his body. He couldn't help but take off his power helmet. His body, which had already shown some mutation due to the power of Chaos, began to mutate at an astonishing rate. His palms swelled, his human hands turning into bird-like talons. Sharp feathers pierced directly through his sturdy power armor. He, who had not possessed psychic powers before, found that he could also mobilize psionic energy as a means of attack.
The Red Corsairs around him all watched Vingaard's transformation in disbelief. As followers of Chaos, they knew very well what Vingaard was experiencing at this moment.
Tzeentch was ascending him to a daemon!
This was the highest pursuit for most renegade Astartes. It represented that he had shed his mortal coil and had become the new life form they pursued. He could be banished, but conventional means could no longer kill him.
Listening to the voice of Tzeentch in his mind, he also knew what the great Lord of Change wanted him to do. At this moment, he was already immortal. In the actions to come, even if he died, Tzeentch would resurrect him in his own domain. And what he had to do was to ram the Blackstone Fortress directly into Macragge. More precisely, to ram it into the sacred shrine where Guilliman slumbered.
However, Tzeentch's intention was not to completely destroy Macragge. Without a massive warp rift like the Eye of Terror, it was impossible to achieve the same effect as the destruction of Cadia. In His eyes, even if the Blackstone Fortress was destroyed, He would not suffer any loss. The destroyed fortress would turn into countless huge fragments that would rush toward the surface. Even if the Blackstone Fortress was destroyed midway, as long as any fragment of sufficient size entered the orbit and fell toward the Shrine of Truth, his goal would be achieved. No individual could survive the impact and explosion caused by the collision.
And there was no need to worry about the Red Corsairs and Vashtorr's forces on the ground. It was also a good opportunity to let that ambitious fellow, Vashtorr, know that four gods in the warp were enough. He was not yet worthy of becoming a god. A pawn should have the awareness of a pawn.
And making Vingaard a daemon was also Tzeentch's reward. Only by making him immortal could he be made to carry out this certain-death mission. And He had only consumed a trivial amount of power.
"Great Lord of Change... thank you for your grace! I will complete your plan for you!"
Since I've ascended to a daemon, why would I want to be the lord of the Red Corsairs? Commanding those mortal Chaos followers is not as interesting as leading a daemon legion! He had endless time to slowly develop his own forces.
However, the idea was good, but when he really got to Tzeentch's domain, with Vingaard's level, he would probably only be at the bottom tier. How could he compete with those Greater Daemons? Tzeentch had no intention of holding him in high regard; he was just being used as an insignificant tool.
"Everyone! Divert all power to the thrusters! Ignore the escorting fleet! We're ramming Macragge!"
Vingaard's words made the Red Corsairs stop what they were doing.
You've ascended and won't die, but we will... These Chaos Astartes, who had gathered together, had little loyalty to speak of. They were purely bound together by Vingaard's military strength and their mutual interests.
"Vingaard! Do you know what you are saying?! This will kill us all! Without destroying the planetary firepower first, those cannons will tear the entire Blackstone Fortress to shreds!"
"What does that have to do with me?!"
"Lord Huron will not let you get away with this!"
"Huron? He is nothing in my eyes now! If you are unwilling, then you can go and die!"
And now, they did not want to die for Vingaard. Someone had already aimed their gun at him. Bolts shot toward Vingaard but were stopped in front of him. The daemons of Tzeentch, which had previously been uncontrollable, were now helping Vingaard kill these who were attempting a rebellion.
The daemons of Tzeentch began to use the bodies and souls of these renegade Astartes for sacrifices, summoning more powerful Tzeentchian daemons to the Blackstone Fortress. The brutal fleet battle had caused countless suffering souls to break through the veil between the warp and reality at the same time. A Greater Daemon of Tzeentch also arrived in the Blackstone Fortress through the ritual. He had come to help Vingaard stop the Protoss's actions, to ensure that the Blackstone Fortress would not be stopped by the landing party before it entered orbit.
The Blackstone Fortress began to accelerate... it no longer supplied power to its weapon systems, running its engines and shields at full power.
"Hierarch Artanis, there's an anomaly with the Blackstone Fortress!"
"What anomaly?"
Karax, still on the Spear of Adun, sent an urgent communication to Artanis.
"It's heading for Macragge!"
Artanis also realized the other party's intention!
"Inform Lord Lucan! Contact Kerrigan! Have her Zerg come and stop this warship together! Karax, do your best to destroy this warship's hull!"
Artanis no longer cared about casualties. The Protoss advanced at the fastest possible speed, but the Tzeentchian daemons along the way were also increasing in number.
The Spear of Adun reduced the energy input to its shields, increasing its firepower as much as possible. The Solar Lance swept across the Blackstone Fortress, the scorching high temperature cutting off a large chunk of its hull. And the escorting Tempests shattered it into small enough pieces so that even if they passed through the atmosphere, they would not cause too much damage.
And the Zerg's Leviathans also disengaged from the Ark of Omen and jumped directly to the side of the Blackstone Fortress. Their target was its engines.
The Ultramarines' warships also ignored the other Chaos fleets and aimed all their firepower at the Blackstone Fortress.
At this moment, Lucan had already arrived at the entrance of the shrine under Tigurius's guidance. The Second Company Captain, Sicarius, was stationed before the great doors.
"Tigurius! Without the Chapter Master Calgar's permission, you cannot bring anyone into the shrine!" Sicarius did not agree with Tigurius's decision.
"There's no time! If you want to be responsible for the death of your Primarch, then say so! Look at the sky above you!"
Hearing the message from Artanis, everyone looked up at the void. Even from the ground, they could see the Blackstone Fortress, which was like a celestial body. And this fortress was getting bigger and bigger in their eyes.
"Do you think that once this thing falls, Guilliman can survive? If I can awaken him as soon as possible, then there is still time!"
"Sicarius, please believe me! I stake my honor on them!"
"But..."
Sicarius looked at the sky again. In the end, he still agreed. Everyone could see the threat of the Blackstone Fortress, and they really had no way to move Guilliman. He finally chose to believe their Chief Librarian.
"But they must do it under our supervision! If there is any sign of anything wrong, I will kill them!"
