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Each world immediately dispatched 100 million PDF troops and continued to select the strongest PDFs on their own worlds and planets to be trained in the war.
Space Marine units stationed on every planet dispatched a large contingent of Space Marines to provide support.
108世界上驻扎的星际战士数量。足足有108万而这108万派出1/10也就是108,000！
A contingent of 1.08 million PDF troops and 108,000 Space Marine troops are preparing to join the Apocalyptic War.
At the same time, each world will send out two Warlord-class Titans and one Emperor-class Titan as a massive combat force, along with a full complement of tanks, artillery, and other equipment.
The Battle of Narrus will be the largest apocalyptic battle between the human empire and the forces of chaos since the Battle of Cartier.
Such large-scale war preparations and troop movements naturally attracted the attention of the Lion King, who was preparing to lead the Imperial army to resist Chaos in the Misty Starfield.
Leon the Lion, one of the Primarchs of the Empire of Man.
He was the Primarch of the First Legion, the Primarch of the Dark Angels, and he once led his forces to destroy his own homeworld.
However, he rendered great service to the empire during the Horus Rebellion, destroying the rebels' last stronghold and forcing them to make a desperate gamble.
Now, after ten thousand years, he has returned to the human empire.
At this time, he had begun to gather the empire's military strength and had also pardoned the fleeing dark angels, making them pardoning angels.
Leon originally wanted to find a planet and raise the banner of rebellion.
Make it the brightest planet in the hazy star field and boost the morale of the Imperial army.
However, amidst a series of events, he heard about the 108th world of the Misty Starfield.
The name "Hidden Starfield 108 World" is similar to that of "Otrama 500 World," which piqued Leon's interest.
At the same time, just as he was getting interested, he received a new message: the Devourer Battle Squad's 10 battle squads were launching a joint attack.
Tens of thousands of Chaos Astartes launched a joint attack on an Industrial World.
On Narrus, a planet teeming with Chaos Space Marines, a planet known as the New 108 Worlds of the Obscure, the Lion King was certain that a massive war was about to break out.
So he came.
Behind him were the 12 angels of forgiveness he had gathered during this period.
The Lion King and his party appeared directly in Nest City, the capital of Planet Nairrus.
Moreover, they appeared at Upper Nest as soon as they appeared.
Their ability to appear here directly is undoubtedly inseparable from Leon's Primarch abilities.
Upon arriving at Upper Nest, the group was astonished by what they saw: an orderly city unlike anything else in the Empire.
The steel-like city puzzled Leon, but now was not the time for doubt. He needed to find the planet's governor, reveal his identity, and command the battle.
The lion has finally matured. Instead of going directly to the front lines to participate in the battle, he is preparing to take over command and lead the battle.
However, it was obvious that even though he was the Primarch of the First Legion of the Empire, he was lost in a strange world and needed a guide to take him to the planetary capital.
When their Primarch was in trouble, Cain, as the captain of the Angels of Forgiveness squad, naturally stepped forward.
He looked around the very clean street and then saw a man who looked like an official from the Ministry of the Interior. He quickly went up to him and grabbed him.
The Interior Ministry official who was being pulled by Cain was not annoyed at being pulled; instead, he turned around and smiled at the person who had pulled him.
Then the monk from the Ministry of the Interior witnessed a very strange scene.
Cain and his companions all wore black hats and cloaks, concealing themselves in black to avoid being recognized by the people of the Empire.
But in the eyes of the Ministry of the Interior officials, he was clearly a guy with a secret.
Upon seeing Cain, the Ministry of the Interior officials' minds immediately began to race.
This looks like they've come with ill intentions. Otherwise, what kind of good person would wear such a black cloak while walking down the street?
He even covered himself up completely.
We must find a way to notify the Planetary Defense Force or the Space Marines to take them down.
Interior Ministry officials began secretly using their personal devices to notify the Space Marines, while he himself stayed here to hold off the enemy.
Because after he called the police, he saw that there were 12 other guys wearing black cloaks behind this guy, which was obviously a gang!
Nobody knows what these black-cloaked guys are up to.
However, the fact that they were able to sneak up to the nest so quietly means that these people must be quite strong. Who knows what kind of trouble 13 people will cause?
He had to hold them off, even if it meant dying there.
He was an official of the Ministry of the Interior selected by the Grand Marshal, and he had received training from the Grand Marshal's training course.
He had to stay here to hold off these potentially harmful elements for the sake of the Grand Marshal and the clear destiny of mankind.
Cain hadn't expected that his actions would arouse the vigilance of the Ministry of the Interior officials.
Instead, he acted as if nothing had happened and prepared to start talking to officials from the Ministry of the Interior.
Then he asked him to take him to the location of the planetary governor's capital.
“Sir,” Cain’s voice sounded low and muffled through his mask.
“We mean no harm. We need to go to the Planetary Governor’s Mansion to discuss important matters with His Excellency the Governor. Please lead the way for us.”
"This matter concerns the outcome of this war, so please consider the overall interests of the empire."
The Lion King's arrival must not be revealed, at least not at this time.
Since they had not yet returned to the First Legion, and Astartes' identity could not be used, he had no choice but to speak in such a veiled manner.
He thought his words were acceptable, but they were interpreted differently by the Ministry of the Interior officials.
As expected, their target was the Governor's Mansion! Were they attempting a decapitation strike or simply creating chaos? We must not let them succeed!
Humanity's glorious destiny must not be ruined by these traitors!
Chapter 139 I am Leon Johnson, the Emperor's eldest son
The professional smiles on the faces of the Ministry of the Interior officials seemed welded to their skin, but their vigilance towards these guys was now fully heightened.
At this point, the Ministry of the Interior officials were even more certain that these guys were definitely up to no good and had no intentions whatsoever.
While discreetly checking the tiny "Support Response" icon on his portable data pad, he responded with even greater enthusiasm (even exaggeratedly):
"Of course, of course! The Governor's Mansion is heavily guarded and has a complicated layout. It would be my honor to guide you esteemed gentlemen!"
He deliberately emphasized the words "heavily guarded," attempting to serve as a warning and deterrent, while slightly turning his body to point to a wide but not the most direct path.
There are fewer pedestrians on this road, and it's also farther from the governor's mansion, making it a better place to deal with these guys.
Since the flames of war cannot directly reach civilians, the losses caused by this route can be minimized.
"Please come this way. This avenue leads to the central administrative district. Although it is a bit further, the road is flat and offers a better view of the magnificent sight of our Upper Nest of Nairrus."
"Moreover, although the journey is a bit long, the advantage of being somewhat flat will allow us to quicken our pace and perhaps even reach the Governor's Mansion faster."
His intentions were all too clear: to buy time and lure the suspicious individuals into a pre-arranged encirclement.
Cain frowned slightly; he was not unaware of the other person's unusual behavior.
Moreover, he felt that the other person's statement made a lot of sense.
After all, they were Space Marines, and if they accelerated, they would indeed be much faster on flat roads than on rougher ones.
He glanced back at Leon, whose face beneath the lion's hood showed no expression, only a slight nod, indicating that they should continue.
The Angels of Pardon, like silent ghosts, surrounded Leon, following the official who was nervous inside but walked with "composed" steps.
The procession moved forward in silence for about five minutes, the bustling scene of the city flashing by on both sides, its orderly pace astonishing, yet also permeated with an invisible tension.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
A sharp whooshing sound rang out from all directions! Dozens of blazing plasma beams and explosive bombs instantly sealed off all space around the team.
Ions and lasers precisely struck the ground in front of the angels, scorching craters that emitted blue smoke and forming a warning line of fire, yet strangely, not a single shot was fired directly at the crowd.
Almost simultaneously, countless PDF soldiers, clad in finely crafted shell armor and even power armor, emerged from the tops of the tall buildings on both sides of the street and from the shadowy alleyways.
Their guns were steadily pointed downwards.
Amidst the deep roar of engines, six Poison Blades and eight Crusher medium tanks designed by Zhou Qing crashed through the decorative wall at the street corner, their massive cannons rotating to lock onto their targets.
Even more unsettling, heavy footsteps came from both ends of the street.
There were four teams of 12 men each at the front and back, for a total of twenty-four Space Marines, who appeared like a moving steel fortress, marching in a uniform and imposing manner.
The leading Space Marine captain, his helmet's optics flashing red, spoke in a completely emotionless voice amplified by his power armor's vocal system:
"In the name of the world of Narrus, the Narrus Chapter, and the planetary governor! Crouch down with your hands on your heads, disarm and remove all disguises!"
You have ten seconds to obey these instructions. Any unusual movement will be considered hostile and will be dealt with by death!
Forty-eight Space Marines raised their Gauss rifles and aimed them directly at Lion King Llane and the twelve Archangels behind him.
If these guys dare to make any move to resist or act aggressively, the Space Marines will immediately open fire, and the same goes for the PDF next to them.
This time, the group surrounding us consisted of a whole regiment of over 3000 people.
Cain and the Angels of Pardon almost instinctively teleported, forming a perfect tactical formation to protect Leon in the very center.
Their hands were already on the hilts of their weapons hidden beneath their cloaks, and an aura of deathly silence emanated from them, rivaling the chilling presence of the surrounding army.
With just a command from the Primarch, this bustling Upper Nest district could instantly be transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse.
However, Leon moved.
He gently pushed aside Cain, who was blocking his way, and ignored the countless deadly weapons pointed at him around him, and slowly walked forward.
His movements were unhurried, as if he were not surrounded by gunfire, but rather inspecting his own yard.
He walked up to the charred, blackened fire line created by the plasma and stopped.
His gaze swept over the PDF soldiers who were on high alert, past the steel behemoths of tanks, and finally landed on the forty-eight Space Marines.
Then, he raised his hand and slowly took off his hood.
The hood slipped down, revealing a face that seemed to have stepped out of mythology.
Resolute as a rock, majestic as an emperor in person, his deep eyes contained the calm of a millennium-old glacier and the wisdom of endless warfare.
Without a word, the unique and immense presence of the original gene and the pressure at the genetic level surged and spread like a tangible tsunami.