"For the Emperor!"
A man, somewhat old and frail but with a large portion of his body replaced by mechanical prosthetics, wore the uniform of an Imperial Commissar, his chest adorned with medals bestowed upon him by the high command of the newly formed army.
Wielding a heavy chainsword and holding a specially made bolter, he loudly shouted to the PDF (Planetary Defence Force) forces bravely resisting in the trenches.
Vane, a retired Commissar, was also the Planetary Governor of this planet.
The numerous honors pinned to his chest unequivocally demonstrated his loyalty to the Emperor.
And this position of Planetary Governor was the best reward for his lifelong fight for the Empire.
After shouting, Vane used his both hands to climb out of the trench, propping his leg on the dirt mound, and extended his bolter, firing a loyal sanction at the Chaos Traitors charging towards him.
His chainsword roared, and instinctive muscle memory caused him to immediately swing it after the bolter's roar had just sounded.
Another Chaos Traitor was instantly cut in half at the waist.
This was the classic opening move for every Imperial Commissar when engaging in close-quarters combat.
"For the Emperor!"
At this moment, the morale of the PDF forces in the trench was completely boosted, and they ferociously attacked the Chaos Traitors surging forward.
Some even more radical ones directly fixed bayonets and leaped out of the trench to engage the enemy in close-quarters thrusts.
Meanwhile, in the Warp, where the sea of souls surged, the land, scorched by flames, displayed a vivid crimson color. But upon closer inspection, one would find it was soaked and evaporated by blood as hot as magma.
And across this vast and boundless land, countless red, horned, cloven-hoofed daemons wielded weapons in their hands, locked in mutual slaughter.
And in the center of this land,
On a tall throne built from brass and skulls, a towering figure slowly opened his crimson eyes and looked in a certain direction.
"Ah~ Brave and fearless souls. And… that peculiar fellow!"
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The battle inside the space battleship had reached a fever pitch.
Before all mortals, the Astartes, with their various tactical maneuvers and tacit agreement coordination, like superhuman, had at this moment become mere cannon fodder, like ordinary mortals, in the battle.
In this spacious golden hall, several Blood Angels Chapter Astartes in Power Armor lay dead on the ground, their blood staining the surrounding golden floor.
Without exception, they had all been directly hit by the Doom Siren on the Power Armor backpack of the Noise chaos Marines during close combat.
Although the Astartes' formidable physical constitution allowed them to withstand this attack head-on without immediate death,
The temporary negative mental impact, however, still lingered.
Even a moment's daze could be fatal.
Especially in the center of this golden hall, upon that blasphemous Golden Throne,
A handsomely elegant man in elegant attire sat like a spectator in an auditorium, watching the battle unfold like a performance by dancers on a stage.
Boom.
A precisely aimed bolter struck the side of the man's head.
The attack came from the second floor of the hall.
However, this bolter, as imagined, didn't blast the man's head into fragments.
Instead, it steadily halted less than ten centimeters from his head.
The bolter Bullet didn't even fully explode; it retained its original shape, slowly hovering there.
The Astartes on the second floor, seeing this scene, turned and ran without a word.
He knew well that the man seated high on the throne was the leader of these Chaos demons. His strength was self-evident.
Since a precious anti psyker Bullet had failed to achieve its effect in a sneak attack,
Then, firing more rounds would be pointless.
Boom!
As expected, in the very next second, the corridor balcony where he had been standing exploded into a fireball. The other warriors below, seeing this, also turned their bolter towards the enemy on the throne, covering their brother's retreat.
…
Knox felt the wildly moving body in his hand and violently crushed its head.
At this moment, his armor was already covered in various organ fragments and blood.
If not for the smooth surface of the Power Armor, one might even mistake him for a Chaos Astartes in this state.
He looked at the system panel in his mind; the progress bar, which had been motionless, had surged to 55% at some unknown point.
He didn't know what was happening. Although he felt lucky at first, he knew this was warhammer.
This was a fucking messed-up world.
He was very afraid this was the work of the little blue bird, and looking at the progress bar, which had grown more than halfway, his already heavy heart grew even heavier.
It felt as if his entire chest was blocked by something and constantly sinking.
Especially looking at the bloody severed limbs on the ground, he couldn't help but wonder if the increase in the progress bar was due to killing?
If so, then this had some connection to Khorne of the Brass Throne.
Adding to that, he was currently one of the Emperor's men, and now he had encountered Slaanesh's subordinates.
Knox took off his helmet, looking at the surrounding scene with some worry.
If Nurgle also came to join the fun…
Then it would truly become the Five Chosen.
He might even be able to contend with Asi then.
"Emperor, above, please bless my soul so it won't be corrupted by those chaos gods." He silently prayed, then put on his helmet, but for some reason,
Having a soul from his previous life, he still silently muttered in his heart, "Then let Sister Slaanesh be down below."
And as soon as he finished saying this, he chuckled inside his helmet.
What a heretical act.
Suddenly feeling lighthearted, knox turned and quickly ran towards the bridge where intense fighting was taking place.
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Meanwhile, in the Warp, the cold sun, for some unknown reason, grew even colder.
Even the lush flames on the Power Armor-clad Astartes with white bones, who were surrounded by fire, became like small flames in a strong wind and rain, threatening to extinguish at any moment.
What's more, the demons on the periphery, in that instant, were mostly annihilated in the Warp.
And in the Imperial Palace on Terra, the Custodes on patrol, for some unknown reason, all shivered simultaneously.
Even Guilliman, who was working, felt a chill down his spine.
He raised his head from the piles of documents taller than him and looked around.
He was completely puzzled.
Can I also catch a cold?
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