Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 1 "Strike! I will not keep this glory to myself!"

"Sacrifice! Our end! Salvation! Our mission! To punish the Emperor! To advance for the Emperor! To sacrifice for the Emperor! Loyalty!"

Quan Tiehua and his fellow combat comrades devoutly recited their daily oaths before the portrait of the Emperor in the battle mothership's cathedral.

The allure of chaos is ever-present, and only by reciting the oath to the Emperor daily can one resist this evil invasion.

With the final oath read, Quan Tiehua and his fellow fighters were ready to go.

As newly promoted Proto-Forged Space Marines, even if the Chapter is poor, His Majesty the Regent will still replenish their power armor.

For example, the Mark 10 power armor that Quan Tiehua is wearing right now.

As the first Primalforged Space Marine of the Seraphim Chapter, his birth undoubtedly boosted the morale of the entire Chapter.

As a fleet-based battle group that frequently patrols the outskirts of the empire, they face not only difficulties in resupply but also in the maintenance of their daily weapons and armor.

Not to mention the need to replenish their personnel. With only one strike cruiser, the Seraphim, the entire Astartes in the battle group numbered no more than 300.

Even as time passed, during a battle with Chaos, they lost crucial historical records, and even after the chapter was restored, they forgot who their original mother chapter was.

As a result, the entire battle group now likely contains all sorts of seeds.

Quan Tiehua sat quietly in the boarding ship, his entire body strapped with weapons and ammunition! Even two molten bombs were strapped to the sides of his head.

His squad leader tied it on for him personally; after all, they'd finally gotten a big supply boost. It would be a shame not to make the most of it.

He looked at his brothers-in-arms who were ready for battle. For a moment, he was lost in memories. As an ordinary person who had transmigrated, his original self was supposed to inherit his father's family of merchants.

However, upon learning that he had been transported to Warhammer 40k, even this relatively clueless gamer immediately drew his gun, ready to shoot himself in the head, while simultaneously praying for the Emperor.

However, he was discovered and taken into custody by the family's servants. Then, due to the machinations of a scheming member within the family, he lost his right to the inheritance and eventually became a recruit in the Seraphim Legion.

But fortunately, the moment he became a Space Marine...

Suddenly, a system similar to the one in his previous life's novels appeared in his mind.

There were no prompts, but when he woke up, he found a progress bar-like object on the transparent light panel.

No matter how much he researched it later, he made no progress, and even began to suspect that it was the work of that little blue bird.

As time went by, and with his deliberate efforts to intensify training, the matter gradually faded from his life.

But his occasional free time always made it easy for him to spot the transparent progress bar panel immediately.

The heavy feeling has lingered ever since I became a Space Marine.

With his hard work and dedication to training, he has achieved in just five years the training volume and standards that would normally take ten years to reach.

And in less than a year, their squadron received combat missions.

That is to eliminate a merchant family that has already colluded with Chaos.

Moreover, as a new recruit, his first mission was to participate in the extermination of Chaos, which was an unparalleled honor.

"I won't keep this honor to myself!"

"what?"

The squad leader in charge of this boarding raid, Leonster, was sitting next to him tidying up the pile of explosive chains above his head that looked like dreadlocks. When he heard the strange, incomprehensible words, he couldn't help but ask a question.

Quan Tiehua shook his head upon hearing this, indicating that it was nothing! He simply explained that it was an ancient Terran language term meaning to settle down and focus.

Perhaps feeling his explanation was unsatisfactory, he finally added solemnly, "Loyalty!"

Lyonster was unsure how to begin, so he simply nodded and ignored everything else. In his opinion, the Proto-Forged Space Marine beside him had always seemed a bit dim-witted since joining the Chapter.

This made him wonder if his brain had been damaged during the surgery. He even often racked his brains about what he would do on the battlefield. Therefore, he felt that this was no ordinary recruit and that he must give him the opportunity to experience the combat skills of striking "sixty" blows per second.

After the naval vassals finished tidying up the last of the machinery, an order was given over the loudspeaker.

A tremor ran through the entire cabin, and then everyone stopped what they were doing and fell into an endless silence.

Only the scent of incense smoke lingered in the air.

On the edge of the planetary belt, densely covered with rapidly flying meteorites, outside the crimson planet, the Fiery Angels Chapter's strike cruisers were quietly gliding out from among the countless meteorites.

The warships' broad cannons and light spear systems were all aimed at the distant Imperial merchant ronin fleet.

At that moment, the airlock on the Blazing Angel slowly opened.

The densely packed floating meteorites and the distant, glowing crimson planet illuminated the dark ship's cabin.

It also obscured the view between the two ships.

As the locking valves closed inside the cabin, everyone was immobilized, and the next second they felt a jolt.

The massive assault boat slid directly off the track and headed towards the merchant ronin's ship, which had already taken aim.

At the same time, two brand-new Thunder fighter jets began to fly in from different angles to escort the aircraft on both sides in front.

As the target gets closer, the surrounding meteorites gradually become sparser, and the field of vision becomes wider and wider.

The other side had obviously also spotted the approaching enemy.

Intercepting fire began to pour in wave after wave, and two Thunder fighter jets also left the assault boat, accelerating towards the target ship to carry out interference and cover.

Meanwhile, the fixed-point weapons on the assault boats began to clear some of the incoming attacks.

The tremors kept all the Astartes inside the assault boat holding their breath as they made their final preparations.

They all knew this meant they were about to land on enemy ships.

Sure enough, in the next second, a violent tremor spread throughout all of their bodies.

The assault boat had already decelerated, and the leading heat-sealing boat melted the entire wall of the target ship, allowing it to enter the ship's interior.

The intense heat and the combustion of some chemical substances directly emitted huge plumes of smoke, completely enveloping the area. Even with various bird traps and thermal imagers, it was impossible to fully detect what was inside the smoke.

But in the next instant, a large number of kinetic energy weapon munitions penetrated the smoke directly.

Even laser weapons have been added to the array! But the smoke produced by the burning chemicals makes it difficult for the laser attacks to continue once they enter.

It turned out that the interior of the warship had already been filled with various traps and ambush positions set up by the enemy.

The enemy, following the fixed trajectory of the assault boat's final acceleration, determined its final landing location.

Therefore, a large number of enemies launched a storm-like attack the moment the smoke and loud noise erupted.

Meanwhile, on the bridge of this merchant ronin's ship.

Everywhere was covered in gold—the walls and floors gleamed under the lights! On the grand golden throne sat a handsome man dressed in expensive silk, gracefully gazing down at the neatly arranged square formations in identical elegant attire in the open space below.

"Our enemy has arrived!"

Meanwhile, in subspace.

Inside a palace shrouded in alluring pink mist, a tall, elegant, yet sometimes terrifying and repulsive purple figure extended its long tongue and said, "I've found you, that intoxicating soul!"

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(End of this chapter)