Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 13 ends, planetary support.

For some reason, Quan Tiehua felt a little panicked at this moment.

Although the demon Serindahl was seriously injured, something seemed off about her.

Logically, demons at this point should have lost their ability to move. However, the tentacles around the waist of the demon Serindall began to flutter.

As long as the warp creature Serindall isn't banished immediately, Chaos can fully recover from its injuries with just a little exposure.

However, this is the real universe, where there aren't that many Chaos believers to make sacrifices, and it wasn't summoned by believers through ritual sacrifices.

The ritual sacrifices offered by believers are like sweet words.

It's completely useless, but it can still push things open.

Tentacles flew about. Several Astartes that were nearby were unable to dodge in time and had their hearts pierced.

"Your mother's still not dead?" Quan Tiehua panicked and subconsciously muttered "By the Emperor" before drawing his plasma pistol.

The plasma pistol, however, had a faint golden glow on its surface.

The emperor was speechless, and stared at him for a long time.

The plasma generator was thrilled. Even the overheating issue had disappeared.

Boom!

Dozens of plasma attacks were launched in quick succession, instantly melting through the entire lower half of the demon Serindall's body, even severing her tentacles at the root.

This scene once again shocked the surrounding combat comrades. The next second, they shouted, "For the Emperor!"

"By the Emperor." Of course, when this phrase was uttered, the cold sun in the subspace would always experience a strange emotional fluctuation.

"Hack him!"

Quan Tiehua watched as the demon, having taken two hits, began to tremble. He roared, wielding the plasma weapon in one hand and the power sword in the other.

The jump caused him to fly directly into the air due to the disappearance of the gravitational field.

However, its own weight causes it to descend rapidly. Plasma pistol aiming. The Frenzied Machine Soul represents its characteristic of never overheating.

Several consecutive plasma attacks instantly melted most of the demon's body. As its injuries worsened, the barrier between the warp and the real universe became increasingly solidified.

The Slaanesh in the warp was extremely anxious, though burning with rage. But recalling those words, he couldn't help but feel a touch of excitement and anticipation.

But even the Emperor could not do as he wished, and the two forces clashed in the warp. The Cursed Legion and the Demon Legion engaged in a fierce battle.

Even within the psionic network near Terra, the previously scattered and chaotic battles have now transformed into a terrifying, all-encompassing war.

Countless savage demons spearheaded a frenzied attack on the positions constructed by the Imperial Guard, the nuns, the Astral Army, and the Mechanist Guardians.

Alarms blared throughout the Terra Palace.

Even Guilliman, who was in his office, looked grave upon seeing the alarm. He too began to have doubts. After all, how much trouble had occurred in such a short time?

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the power sword plunged deep into the head of the demon Serindall. With the Astartes' powerful gravity and its own strength, it pulled downwards and cleaved Serindall in two.

Terrifying screams echoed through the real universe and the warp, especially at the moment the demon Serindall was cleaved in two. The psionic shockwave propelled him far away, slamming him heavily against the ship's wall.

With the stabilization of the space and the eventual expulsion of the great demon, the battle finally returned to a brief period of calm.

Of the more than 270 Astartes in the entire battle, only about 130 survived.

Of these 130-plus people, more than 30 were seriously injured or disabled. Only 80 or 90 able-bodied Astartes members remained who were still capable of fighting.

Of the more than 40 veterans who were over a century old, only seven survived. Of the new recruits who were brought out for training, only three survived. Quan Tiehua was one of them.

Almost all the veterans wearing Terminator armor were killed. In particular, a few of them were caught up by some Noise Warriors and the last remaining Demons while covering the retreat of the warband, and disappeared into the universe along with the explosion.

The losses in this war were considerable.

However, this demon is not in its final form, since it did not undergo a summoning ritual or involve the soul sacrifices commonly used to summon warp demons.

This battle completely shattered the confidence of this newly replenished and highly motivated battle group.

Of course, if it ends here, the warbands might be able to fight again after a few hundred years.

But now... everyone on the Radiant Angel who had been evacuated was looking down at the planet that needed their support.

Everyone knew that a fierce battle was about to unfold. The entire group was likely to be wiped out here.

For a moment, a silence fell over the entire ship. The wounded and injured soldiers were given emergency care and treatment.

After receiving basic medical treatment and having their armor repaired, the unharmed soldiers arrived at the church fully armed.

Looking at the almost completely empty church, all the brothers who had lined up couldn't help but feel saddened.

Just a few hours ago, the church was quite spacious, but now it had shrunk considerably. In just a few hours, most of the brothers had already returned to the Golden Throne.

As everyone slowly assembled, the commander, Affos, finally stepped onto the stage. His posture remained upright.

However, his once long golden hair had now turned completely white, and the weariness in his eyes and the wrinkles on his face all spoke volumes about his current state of mind.

“The entire responsibility for this command lies with me. After this mission, I will voluntarily go to Deathwatch. And my chapter rank…” He paused here.

His gaze, tinged with sadness and self-reproach, swept over the more than 90 Astartes brothers standing below. Then he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Does it make any difference whether or not the position of battle leader is chosen? I'm afraid that after the battle on the supporting planet below is over, there might not be many of the brothers present left.

It's even uncertain whether the entire battle group can still exist.

He took a deep breath and looked at the walls around him, at the historical records of the chapter that he had finally managed to find after the chapter's restoration.

Their warband was one where all sides were significantly weaker. In the past, they would try their best to replace the injured brothers who were too maimed to fight with prosthetics.

If not, then I'm sorry.

They could either be transferred to support roles. After all, even now, they don't have the resources to manufacture fearless weapons.

Those brothers whose limbs are completely useless will choose according to their own wishes.

However, most of them, after being persuaded by their brothers, would be reassigned to support roles. But not long after, they would strongly request to be allowed to return to the Golden Throne with dignity and honor.

Everyone understands their feelings. Although they are heartbroken, they have no choice but to carry out the orders.

"The position of warband leader will be temporarily left to Quan Tiehua. Once the judges sent by the Empire have arrived, we will all make the final selection together."

No one showed any emotion. Quan Tiehua's brilliant combat performance and strategy in this battle almost saved the entire battle group.

If it weren't for him, the battle group would probably have been wiped out.

As he spoke, Commander Afus slowly drew his power sword from his waist, looking down at his brothers. Turning to face the imperial statue, he knelt on one knee and shouted, "Only through sacrifice can the value of salvation be revealed! Let us forge a line of flesh and blood to protect humanity for eternity!"

With that, he stood up, raised his power sword, and shouted, "For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

The airdrop pod pierced the darkness of the sky, crashing into the dark earth with intense heat and flames, bringing light and warmth to the people.

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(End of this chapter)