Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 4 Slaanesh is below
"For the Emperor!"

A man, somewhat old and frail, whose body had been largely replaced with mechanical prosthetics, was dressed in the uniform of a political commissar of the Imperial Star Force, his chest adorned with medals awarded to him by the high command of the newly established army.

Wielding his heavy chainsaw sword and wielding a specially made explosive gun, he shouted loudly at the PDFs who were fighting back fiercely in the trenches.

Fol Sigirit is a retired astral military commissar and also the planetary governor of the planet Rors.

Especially the numerous honors adorning his chest, all of which testify to his loyalty to the emperor.

The position of governor of this planet is the best reward for his lifelong dedication to the empire.

After shouting this, Foul Sigirit used both hands to climb out of the trench, put one leg on the mound, and fired a Loyalty Punishment shot at the Chaos Traitor charging towards him with his explosive gun.

The chainsaw sword in his hand roared, and his subconscious muscle memory caused him to swing it immediately after the bomb gun fired.

Another Chaos traitor was severed at the waist.

This is the classic opening move for every Imperial Political Commissar, signaling the start of close-quarters combat.

"For the Emperor!"

The PDFs in the trenches were energized at this moment and launched a fierce attack on the Chaos Traitors surging forward.

Some even went so far as to attach bayonets, jump out of the trenches, and engage the enemy in close-quarters combat.

In the subspace where the Sea of ​​Souls surges, the land, scorched by flames, appears crimson. But upon closer inspection, one discovers that it is the blood, heated to the temperature of magma, that has seeped into and evaporated.

On this vast and boundless land, countless red-horned, two-hoofed demons, wielding their weapons, are fighting each other.

And in the center of this land.

On a towering throne made of brass and skulls, a tall figure slowly opened its crimson eyes and looked toward a certain place.

"Ah, brave and fearless souls! And... that strange fellow!"

……

The battle inside the spaceship has reached a fever pitch.

The Astartes, who were like superhumans in front of ordinary people, displayed various tactical maneuvers and tacit cooperation, but in this battle, they became just ordinary soldiers.

In this spacious golden hall, the corpses of several Astartes from the Seraphim chapter, clad in power armor, lay on the ground, their blood staining the surrounding golden floor.

Without exception, they were all hit head-on by the Destruction Siren on the power backpack behind the Noise Warrior during close combat.

Although Astartes' superior physical attributes would allow them to withstand the attack head-on without immediate death.

However, the negative psychological impact it caused in the short term still exists.

Even a moment's hesitation can be fatal.

Especially in the center of this golden hall, on that blasphemous golden throne.

The elegantly dressed and handsome man watched the battle unfold like a performance by dancers on a stage, much like a spectator sitting in the audience of a music hall.

boom.

A Wizard Tracker bomb struck the man precisely on the side of his head.

The attack was coming from the direction of the second floor of the hall.

However, the bomb did not shatter the man's head into pieces as expected.

Instead, it landed steadily less than ten centimeters from its head.

The bomb didn't even explode completely; instead, it retained its original shape and slowly hovered there.

Upon seeing this scene, the person on the second floor, Astartes, immediately turned and ran without saying a word.

He knew perfectly well that the man seated on the high throne was the leader of this group of chaotic demons. His strength was also undeniable. Since a precious Wizard Tracker bomb had failed to achieve its intended effect during the sneak attack...

Therefore, firing a few more shots would be pointless.

boom!
Sure enough, the very next second, the corridor terrace where he had been standing exploded into a fireball. Seeing this, the other soldiers below turned their guns on the enemy on the throne to cover their comrades' escape.

……

Quan Tiehua felt the swaying body in his hand and suddenly squeezed its head to crack.

At this moment, his armor was covered with fragments of various organs and blood.

If it weren't for the rounded surface of the power armor, one might mistake it for a chaotic Astartes.

He looked at the system panel in his mind, and the progress bar, which had been stationary, had suddenly surged to 55%.

He didn't know what was going on. Although he felt lucky at first, he knew this was Warhammer.

This is a fucking messed-up world.

He was terrified that this was the little blue bird's doing, and looking at the progress bar that was already more than halfway full, his already heavy mood became even worse.

It felt as if something was blocking my chest and was constantly sinking down.

Especially when looking at the blood-soaked limbs and severed bodies on the ground, one can't help but wonder if the progress bar is increasing because of the killing.
If that's the case, then it's somewhat related to Khorne's Brass Throne.

In addition, he is now the Emperor's man, and now he has run into Slaanesh's men.

Quan Tiehua took off his helmet and looked around at the scene with some worry.

If that bastard joins the fray again...

Then it really will become the choice of the Five Gods.

He might even be able to compete with Tai Ritian by then.

"By the Emperor above, protect my soul from the corruption of those evil gods." He murmured this to himself and put on the helmet, but for some reason...

Despite possessing the soul of his past life, he still silently muttered to himself, "I'll let my sister Slaanesh take over then."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he let out a snicker from inside the helmet.

Heretical behavior.

Suddenly feeling relieved, Quan Tiehua turned and ran quickly toward the bridge where the fierce battle was taking place.

……

Meanwhile, in the subspace, the cold sun seemed to grow even colder for some reason.

Even the Astartes around them, clad in power armor and with skeletons engulfed in flames, seemed to have their blazing flames flicker like tiny flames in a storm, as if they were about to go out at any moment.

Moreover, the demons on the periphery annihilated most of the demons at the forefront in the subspace in that instant.

Inside Terra's palace, the royal guards on patrol suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

Even Guilliman, who was working in the office, felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked up from the pile of documents that was taller than him and glanced around.

He was completely bewildered.

Can I catch a cold too?
……

(End of this chapter)