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Chapter 915 The Devourer of Worlds and the Hulk

The battlefield before the hive had long since become a living hell, with tens of thousands of lives dying every moment, ultimately becoming a negligible number reported to Terra.

Although jokingly referred to as the Emperor's flashlight, as the Empire's most produced standard weapon, its laser beams are still extremely deadly, arguably the most deadly weapon. Countless laser beams intertwine in the thick, impenetrable smoke, forming an impenetrable web of death. Each bright line leaves a scorching trail as it traverses the air, branding charred marks onto the terracotta and leaving gruesome wounds on flesh.

The roar of heavy artillery was like the mad laughter of a demon. The moment the shells hit the ground, they stirred up waves of debris hundreds of meters high. The gray-brown dust, carrying severed limbs and weapon fragments, shrouded the entire battlefield in a suffocating chaos, even obscuring the light of the stars, leaving only a gray despair.

Even in such dire circumstances, the loyal Space Marines did not stop their charge.

The warriors of the Lamenters' Legion wielded chainsaws, the high-speed spinning monomolecular blades slicing through the air with a sharp hiss, tearing through the rebels' bulletproof armor like butter, along with flesh and blood. The roar of the bomb guns rose and fell, each bomb firing with a dull thud, exploding inside the rebels' bodies upon impact, shattering them into pieces. The mangled corpses were scattered on the scorched earth, then trampled into the mud by the terracotta boots of the charging soldiers, mingling with the blood and dust.

Unfortunately, even the most fervent fighting spirit could not withstand the enemy's sheer numbers and insidious sneak attacks.

Surrounded by layers of enemies, the Space Marines, despite possessing superhuman physical strength and reaction speed, were able to accurately dodge most attacks amidst a hail of bullets and even overturn rebel armored vehicles with their bare hands. However, facing the endless stream of enemies and the Fallen Space Marines lurking in the shadows, they inevitably showed signs of fatigue. Their charge slowed down, and their battle formation gradually collapsed.

The power armor, weathered by time, was riddled with bullet holes of varying depths. Some of them even pierced through the thick shoulder armor. Dark red blood dripped slowly from the gaps in the armor, accumulating into a small puddle at the feet before being quickly covered by dust, leaving only dark marks.

The warriors' breathing grew heavier, and their sword-wielding speed slowed. Even though the fighting spirit in their chests remained as fiery as a raging fire, it could not stop the shadow of death from approaching step by step. The ever-present fate of annihilation seemed to once again envelop them.

The think tank's kitten knelt on one knee, its battle-worn gauntlets tightly gripping the cat paw ornament on its chest. It lowered its head, closed its eyes, and silently recited a prayer. This was their last hope, and it would also be a turning point in their fate.

The Space Marines around them weren't surprised at all; instead, they instinctively shielded the kitten in the middle, or perhaps they were trying to cover something up, since every chapter has its little secrets.

Clearly, the kitten was praying to the cat god. As for why it didn't pray to the emperor, it wasn't because they were not devout or had fallen into depravity. It was mainly because centuries of experience had taught them that the emperor's glory was more distant in times of crisis.

Perhaps the Emperor is busy fighting the Chaos Gods of the Warp, or perhaps his will is delayed by the prayers of countless star systems; in any case, there is either no response or he arrives too late.

The cat god always brings hope to the devout at the most crucial moment, so choosing whom to pray to is not difficult.

"As expected, the cat god is truly divine," was the thought-provoking remark of the think tank's little cat upon witnessing the Space Marine-specific drop pods falling like raindrops.

The Space Marines around them also looked up, and with their extraordinary eyesight, they could clearly see the chapter insignia printed on the hull of the drop pod—it was the Hulk Sub-Clan of the 21st Legion.

In an instant, the previously somewhat low morale soared.

The 21st and 22nd Legions were legends even during the Great Expedition. Their legend wasn't about how good they were at fighting, but about how wealthy they were.

Even now, split into warbands, they still possess a massive fleet and a well-equipped mortal support force. Every battle they wage is like a display of wealth, with heavy weapons and advanced equipment that other warbands consider sacred relics appearing one after another. It is said that the Blood Raven Warband couldn't forget their cooperation with the enemy after just one battle, because after that war, the warband not only didn't shrink, but actually expanded by thirty percent, and its resource reserves increased more than tenfold. Their warships even had difficulty taking off, which shows how well they had been fed.

The other party was also the only one who didn't post insults or demand things after cooperating with the Blood Raven Legion. This made the Blood Raven Legion develop the habit of wandering around the activity areas of the two legions whenever they had nothing to do. Once a war broke out, they would rush in faster than anyone else because the other party would really give them good stuff.

With a series of deafening roars, the Warhammer universe's signature hardcore airdrop pods crashed onto the battlefield in a terrifying landing that sent scalps slapping against the floor, the massive shockwave sending nearby rebels flying.

Before these rebels could even scream, the shockwave shattered their internal organs, and they coughed up blood, which arced through the air before crashing heavily onto the scorched earth in the distance, where they fell silent.

The moment the bodies hit the ground, the drop pod's hatch exploded open with a bang, and hundreds of Space Marines clad in green Terminator power armor rushed out.

With heavy bomb guns spitting fire in their left hands and power hammers shrouded in a blue disintegration field in their right, they charged directly into the enemy ranks, poised to sweep across the entire battlefield.

Terminator power armor is incredibly valuable in any warband, as its near-immunity to most individual weapons makes it a deadly weapon for breaking through enemy lines. The more Terminators there are, the more valuable they become. Hundreds of Terminators appearing together are like mobile war fortresses, a spectacle of sheer scale, perhaps only seen during the Great Crusade.

The Hulk Terminator, like an armored army, paid no heed to the enemies and fortifications before him, charging straight toward the area where the rebels were most concentrated.

The rebels along the way were either blasted to pieces by heavy bomb guns or smashed to pieces by power hammers. Even the concrete fortifications that the rebels had carefully built were destroyed like paper under their violence. The momentum of their charge was even faster than that of the Dreadnoughts. Wherever they went, they left behind only a mess, without even a scream. But this also attracted the World Eaters who were bored and ignited their fighting spirit.

The World Eaters, exuding a bloodthirsty aura, were finding the battle somewhat boring. However, when they saw the Hulk Terminator's unstoppable charge, their eyes instantly ignited with a frenzied fighting spirit. Without hesitation, they let out a thunderous battle roar and charged towards the Hulk's battle group, brandishing their chainsaw axes.

Two equally ferocious forces clashed on the battlefield. The ear-piercing sound of the power hammer colliding with the chainsaw axe resounded through the sky, and blood and bits of flesh flew through the air. An even more brutal and frenzied battle ensued.

The World Eater is known as the strongest in single combat, and with the added power and amplification of Khorne, it is like a meat grinder on the battlefield. However, the Hulk Band possesses the Hulk's traits.

After the Hulk transforms, he turns the weak Dr. Smith into a ferocious beast that can tear apart tanks with its bare hands. That's an amplification factor of many times.

Even if the Hulk Band cannot fully inherit these traits through gene seeds, a tenfold increase is still not a problem.

The Space Marine's modified body is no weakling; with a tenfold boost, it's no less powerful than the original Hulk, and it overwhelmed the World Eater as soon as they clashed.

A battle even more brutal and frenzied than before unfolded on the battlefield before the hive capital. The air itself was thickened by the stench of blood and violence, drawing the attention of Khorne.

(End of this chapter)