Leonster, holding his chainsword, directly bisected a charging mortal.
At the same time, his bolter, already loaded with Kraken pattern armor-piercing rounds, continuously fired at the Chaos Astartes charging from a distance.
Several consecutive shots, combined with the cooperation of his other Battle Brothers, killed several Chaos Astartes.
However, two Chaos Astartes, armed with chainswords, still charged forward.
Leonster, unafraid, directly rushed forward and instantly cleaved the first arriving Chaos Astartes.
His chainsword swept downwards, diagonally striking another Chaos Astartes who had also arrived.
The monomolecular chainsword directly carved a deep gash into the chest plate of the Chaos Astartes who couldn't dodge in time.
With just one strike, he repelled two Chaos Astartes, showcasing his immense strength and skill.
His supporting Battle Brothers were also in perfect sync, taking advantage of the opening to fill in and providing ranged firepower.
Several consecutive anti psyker rounds directly caused the chests of these two Chaos Astartes to burst, sending them crashing to the ground, dead.
As anti psyker rounds supplied from the Black Templars,
for them at this moment, they were not only rare but also critically important.
With the obstacles in front of Leonster cleared, he didn't turn back to thank his supporting Battle Brothers; instead, he strode directly towards the handsome man on the throne.
His supporting Battle Brothers, through long-term tacit cooperation, understood his intention and immediately provided suppressive fire.
Anti psyker rounds were used without hesitation.
The man sitting on the throne watched the Astartes charging towards him, a slight curve to his lips.
...
Knox stopped his full-speed run.
He pondered whether he should go forward.
And in the Warp, on the Brass Throne, the knorne watched this scene, immediately filled with rage.
Knox looked at the fierce battle unfolding on the bridge not far ahead, then turned to look at the endless corridor behind him.
Finally, he glanced at the progress bar in his mind and, without hesitation, turned and ran deeper into the ship.
"Emperor, bless me to succeed. When the time comes, I'll break off old Khorne's head and give it to you as a chamber pot."
Of course, he still didn't say this aloud.
...
In the bridge.
Leonster's chainsword swept across, instantly forcing back several charging Chaos Astartes.
Several mortal traitors who couldn't dodge in time were bisected, their internal organs and blood gushing out.
"Traitors. Drowning in false illusions. Cowardly and lowly wretches."
Leonster roared angrily at the Chaos Astartes in front of him, the machine spirit of his chainsword surging.
The terrifying whirring of the chainsword echoed throughout the bridge.
Saying that, Leonster charged forward again.
Bang.
The sound of Bolter rounds echoed in the entrance corridor of the bridge, followed by even denser gunfire.
The Chaos Traitors who wanted to charge and attack were directly gunned down by the dense hail of bullets.
Reinforcements had arrived.
Chapter master Afus led the charge, holding his glowing blue power sword, swiftly rushing forward and using several consecutive moves to cut down several Noise chaos Marines.
At the same time, the reinforcements wearing Indomitus Terminator Armor behind him also arrived belatedly.
In that instant, the entire battle situation was reversed.
But at the same time, knox encountered a tricky problem.
A group of Gene Stealers.
And there were quite a few of them, and with the Astartes' enhanced vision, he could even see some Broodlords among these purple creatures.
Although their individual strength was not as good as an Astartes, the sheer endless numbers at hand would probably drown knox.
Slaanesh, Khorne, and possibly Tzeentch. Plus Emperor, and now a Tyranid. Knox began silently counting in his mind.
Nurgle counts as one, Orks count as one, Necrons count as one... who else?
Roar.
Perhaps his silent chanting in his mind affected this group of Gene Stealers' prayers to the Four-Armed Emperor. These ugly creatures instantly turned their heads and roared at him.
The next moment, from within the Gene Stealer horde, countless laser shots and crude kinetic weapon projectiles flew directly towards him.
Looking at the crude, round projectiles hitting his ceramite armor, he basically concluded that this group of Gene Stealers had reached at least the third generation.
They could even craft some simple weapons from the limited materials on the lowest deck of a ship. This couldn't help but bring up some memes from his previous life in his mind at this moment.
The kind where an industrial planet's production efficiency suddenly increased and its Imperial tax payments were fully met because it was infested with Gene Stealers.
"Truly gifted," knox exclaimed, while raising his Bolter. Subconsciously, he also began to ponder whether he should conduct an experiment later if he had the opportunity to acquire an industrial planet world. After all, this industrial efficiency was many times more efficient than the workhorses of his previous life. He felt that even those Iron Men AIs might not be able to compare.
And the cost was infinitely close to zero.
As he thought this, his Bolter fired at the opportune moment. A somewhat disloyal explosive round, carrying a somewhat chaotic machine spirit force, struck the leg of a charging Broodlord.
It directly broke its leg, causing it to stumble onto the path. In this narrow cabin corridor, it instantly tripped a whole group.
Hmm?
Knox was a little puzzled. He casually threw a grenade he had picked up on the way, then retreated with a puzzled expression to examine his Explosive Bullet Gun.
He was an Astartes, and a Primaris at that.
He clearly aimed for the head just now, so why did it hit the leg?
Could it be that the machine spirit was displeased?
Saying that, he slapped the Bolter, then shook it vigorously.
He removed the magazine and repeatedly pulled the trigger.
Finally, he reinserted the magazine, then stopped, turned, and continuously fired at the charging Gene Stealers.
Hmm, it works now.
Headshots every time.
This thing just has a bad habit. Tomorrow, he'll have Emperor make it loyal.
Knox looked at the Bolter constantly spitting fire. Each flash of flame represented a Gene Stealer returning to the Four-Armed Emperor's throne.
Knox also continuously complained inwardly about the Bolter that kept firing without needing a reload, truly a stubborn thing.
Knox's rampant slaughter within the Gene Stealer cult was finally stopped.
Because an extremely heavy Aberrant, covered in fragmented muscle and chitin, appeared at the end of the corridor. Behind it were all the Gene Stealers dodging the gunfire.
Even several consecutive explosive rounds hitting it failed to kill it.
Aberrant.
Knox raised an eyebrow. He truly hadn't expected an Aberrant to appear in a small Gene Stealer cult on the lower deck area of a Rogue Trader's vessel.
And its strength seemed quite formidable, possibly even an Aberrant Overlord. If this was truly an Aberrant Overlord, then it was highly probable that a Patriarch existed in their core base among this Gene Stealer group.
Considering the description of this mission in the mission brief,
this Rogue Trader's vessel had been docked at this planet for nearly a Terra month. It was highly probable that the planet below was also infected, and the Patriarch was very likely hidden in a Hive City on the planet below.
"What a truly troubled time."
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