Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 120 Military Mark III Power Sword
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the surging malice coming from the highest heavens was sweeping in like a wave!

Cold! Trembling! Fear!

A mixture of numerous emotions flooded Alvin's heart.

There are countless cultists outside, surrounding this place!
He could clearly see that the biological map was covered with densely packed red dots. Without a doubt, those were the reactions of the cultists' life heat sources.

They are already surrounded, and if nothing unexpected happens... no one will be able to get out of here alive!

"Company, Captain, let's fight them!"

The only 185 remaining men from the 3rd Company of the 47th Regiment held their guns tightly.

With their heavy, muffled breathing, they were ready to sacrifice their lives for the Empire and His Majesty the Divine Emperor at any time. Their eyes showed a fearless look of facing death, and they were resolute and determined. Not one of them retreated or showed fear.

However, here's the surprise.

The cultists, like crazy, surrounded Alvin and others, but they did not show any intention of engaging in a group fight. They even left a large blank area on purpose.

Holding the demon battle axe bestowed by the Blood God, the Chosen One stepped into the area. His aggressive blood-red eyes were filled with a burning desire to fight. He issued a declaration of war in a hoarse and sharp voice that was a mixture of two voices: "Alvin... I, in the name of the Blood God, challenge you!"

No wonder... an area was specially cleared out!
The corner of Arwen's mouth twitched slightly, it seemed that Khorne really "liked" him, and even let the blessed "Chosen One" draw a circle to challenge him in a duel!
"Tsk, kid...you've been hiding a lot of things."

Commissar Grey, who was standing beside him, gave him a meaningful look and said slowly, "Khorne will only show 'equality' to those most valuable and recognized enemies. A duel like this under the witness of the Blood God... I have only seen this a few times on Cadia. What on earth did you do?"

"He slaughtered his followers and called them cowards..."

Alvin was in some pain, grimacing: "If I had known I would hold such a grudge, I wouldn't have been so mean, damn it!"

After all, they are all the five...bah, four evil gods of the subspace, their minds are smaller than embroidery needles, they just said a few foul words, but they still hold a grudge until now and even send the "Chosen One of God" to collect the debt!

Alvin swore that he would never speak foul language again!

"It looks like... there's no way to escape." Looking around, the cultists were shouting loudly, their eyes glowing red. It was obvious that the consequence of refusing would be to be beaten to death!

One on one, group fight...it's not difficult to choose.

"Fuck Chaos, Captain. Don't waste time talking to these bastards. It's just death, isn't it? We're not afraid. Let's fight them!" The younger Diz has a very hot temper, but he respects the captain very much.

Because only Alvin is willing to treat them as human beings.

As they were talking, 3 people from the 47rd Company responded one after another.

"That's right, Captain. Why would we play one-on-one combat with a bunch of Chaos bastards?"

"That's right, we are not afraid of death. We have lived enough anyway!"

"That's right, I'm going to die, but I'm going to take a few people with me before I die. Screw the one-on-one fight!"

They all knew very well that with the destructive power of that "monster", even if the company commander really agreed to a duel, its fate... would most likely be like the fortifications outside, chopped into meat paste by an axe, and stuck to the ground and unable to be shoveled off.

If that's the case, why do we have to fight one-on-one?
Death is inevitable anyway, so why not drag a few damn Chaos bastards and heretics with me before I die? At least that would be my final contribution to the empire!
But... Alvin was silent for a moment, then looked at the 'Chosen One' waiting for an answer in the battle circle, and slowly said: "If I win, can you let us leave?" "Yes."

The Chosen One of Khorne sneered, and the unique tone of the two voices mixed together seemed to mock his overestimation of his own abilities.

"Ok, I……"

Alvin didn't care and agreed.

Even if the probability is very low, at least after winning, there is hope that we can take all the remaining forces out!
The 3 people in the 47rd Company... every one of them is his hard work!

however.

Just when Alvin made up his mind to fight to the death with Emmerich, the 'Chosen One' of Khorne, he was stopped by Political Commissar Grey next to him.

"Boy, a one-on-one duel...it's not your turn yet."

Gray took off his military uniform, revealing his muscular body. His iron-like body was covered with dense, criss-crossing scars, some of which were even on vital parts!
There is no doubt that this is a veteran of many battles!

His fierce murderous intent and firm will are in no way inferior to those of the 'Chosen One' blessed by the 'Blood God'!
Then, Gray turned around and entered the military tent. When he came out again, he had a thick-bladed sword with an ancient guard in his hand!

The handle of the thick-bladed sword has a special mechanical device.

The blade is straight and nearly one meter long. In terms of forging shape, it is more like a curved blade, but its thick back undoubtedly increases its weight and lethality when chopping!

However, what really shocked Alvin was that the weapon Gray used, if nothing unexpected happened... should be a Mark III power sword specially awarded by the Military Affairs Department to outstanding Astra Militarum soldiers and even Inquisitors!
The power sword is a symbol of identity and honor!
The controller at the hilt will wrap the blade in an extremely lethal, decomposing force that can easily cut through flesh, bones, and even Astartes' power armor!
Even the armor of the 'Chosen One' is no problem!

Normally, only Astartes, top nobles, Inquisitors, and Imperial Guards were allowed to hold it, but there were also quite a few Astra Militarum who, because of their achievements beyond the limits of mortals, were given special treatment by the Military Affairs Department and were specially awarded the 'Power Sword' as a symbol of honor!
Apparently, Political Commissar Grey is one of them!

“Before tasting the ‘main course’, do you want to fight me first?” Gray was able to wield the extremely heavy power sword with one hand. He carried it on his shoulder, stepped into the battle circle, and faced the terrifying ‘Chosen One’. He grinned and said, “I, Gault Gray, Cadian Assault Force, 109th Regiment, am I qualified?!”

"I know you...Gunther Grey."

The Chosen One of Khorne looked at Gray carefully, and then actually agreed. The slits of his helmet flashed with a violent bloody light, and he excitedly growled, "You are qualified to fight with me. The Blood God is eager to use your blood and skull to wash away the shame of Cadia!"

"political commissar!"

Arvin's pupils shrank slightly. He never expected that Gray would replace him to fight against Khorne's Chosen One?
"Kid...if I die, remember to take them away." Gray patted his shoulder, his voice low, a trace of sadness in his eyes: "Since the day Cadia fell, I have been dead. I have dreamed of that tragic war countless times in the middle of the night, hating why the person who died was not me...Now, I finally have a chance to be completely free."

"political commissar……"

Alvin moved, his lips trembling.

"Boy, you and I haven't known each other for long, but I like you very much." Gray's face was filled with a bright smile, just like... a warrior who was full of joy and stepped into a battlefield where he was bound to die.

"Boy, open your eyes and show me clearly, these are the warriors of the God-Emperor, these are the Cadian Assault Army!" Various warriors carried power swords and strode into the battle circle, their bold fighting spirit soaring into the sky: "Let me teach you what... fighting is!"

(End of this chapter)