Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 73 The Death Ghost Chapter "Lost"

Everyone looked at each other, and then hurriedly began piling various items into the transport ship.

Fortunately, due to the prolonged battle, only about 200 Astartes have survived.

Otherwise, it's likely that more than half of these supplies will not be able to be taken away.

Sigh, I don't even know what kind of heretical idea this is!
Tilt watched as the crowd moved supplies, while he and some of his men carried various explosives and molten metal bombs, setting up booby traps throughout the containers.

Make sure that in the event of an explosion, anything that can't be carried away is reduced to ashes. This way, not a single piece of equipment or supplies will be left for those Chaos beings.

The technology of booby traps was thoroughly learned from the Chinese army in the Rim of the Pacific. Although the Astartes also knew it, it wasn't mainstream, so few people studied it. Therefore, their skills in this area were indeed inferior to those of the Chinese army!
Finally, after the supplies were packed to the brim, the wounded Astartes was thrown in first. Commander Afoes was even stuffed entirely into an ammunition box. After all, that way it wouldn't take up much space!
Furthermore, to maximize profits, most people packed up and took away the disks containing the technology. As for the remaining readily available materials, if there was extra space, they would take the best ones; if not, they would dispose of them all, since they already had the technology and could always remanufacture them later.

With the final loading and unloading completed, the brothers who were holding off the enemy on the perimeter began to retreat. But how could the remaining demons let them have their way?
As they retreated, the demons caught up, and the two sides clashed again. The weapons on the gunboats began to turn, providing fire support to their brethren.

And as the blood of his brothers, killed by demons, stained the earth, Astartes, who were loading and unloading supplies, paused for a moment before continuing to toss two more crates of supplies into the transport bay.

After all, another person's seat has become available!
Meanwhile, in the distance, the Saint Mechs and Seraphim Mechs had formed a circle, blocking the demons from continuing their charge.

There were a total of 12 mechs of varying sizes, but not a single Astartes rushed out of the cockpit at this moment.

They silently continued to slay the demons, occasionally glancing back at their comrades who were retreating in the distance.

They are ready to return to the Golden Throne!
After all, even the Cursed Legion has emerged and is right beside them. So, there's a high probability that they'll become one of them after they die.

"Set the self-destruct time!"

At a command, all the Astartes in the cockpit began to manually operate the nuclear fusion device inside the mechs to provide power.

They must buy their brothers space and time to safely evacuate the planet!
There were no superfluous words. Perhaps they had never imagined this day, or perhaps they had thought about it every day. But when this day truly arrived, everything felt as if they had experienced it before, as if it had been meticulously rehearsed, all with perfect fluency—no matter who it was!

"Number One is set up. Time... five minutes!"

"No. 2..."

Everyone who had already entered the transport boat and fastened their safety harnesses listened silently to the reports coming through the communication, without making any reaction, and simply focused on completing their actions as quickly as possible.

This is the norm for them, especially for warbands that often operate on the fringes and frontiers of the empire.

This is basically their daily routine, just like eating and drinking are essential human behaviors.

Eat and drink to your heart's content!
Your teammates sacrificed themselves to cover you; we mourn them, pay our respects, and pray for them. But you must also share in the exhilaration that follows victory.

Until one day, I too will be like these teammates, sacrificing myself without hesitation to cover the retreat of my brothers.

Although everyone's faces were calm and showed no emotion, the atmosphere between them was palpable even to those with discerning eyes.

Quan Tiehua couldn't bear this kind of separation of life and death, but reason told him that it was something that had to be done.

He simply stared silently at the twelve towering figures. The heavy breathing coming from inside his heavy helmet betrayed his turbulent emotions.

"For humanity!" With those final words, communication between the two sides was automatically cut off. Everyone inside the transport ship lowered their heads, remaining silent as they prepared for the gravity of takeoff.

Quan Tiehua opened his palm and looked at the somewhat worn but still bright red five-pointed star in his hand.

The hatch slowly closed, the transport ship vibrated and made noise, followed by immense pressure that spread throughout the body.

Meanwhile, the four Primarchs below, who were being held back by Manus's strategy of trading blows for injuries, watched the transport fleet slowly taking off and roared in anger, all wanting to flap their wings and rush up to shoot them down.

But Manus did not do as they expected. Whenever anyone tried to flap their wings and rush forward, he would jump up and cut them down.

The other members of the Cursed Legion were no longer solely focused on killing demons. They were providing ranged fire support around the Primarchs' battleground.

Some knight mechs will even sacrifice themselves when necessary to stop the demonic Primarchs who want to soar into the sky!

As the transport ship ascended higher and higher, dense orbital bombardment began to strike the Primarch's surroundings one after another!

The Cursed Legion isn't afraid of these!
After all, their mission was to ensure the safe evacuation of their target from danger. Now that their mission has been largely accomplished, it doesn't matter if they get killed by their own side along with the demons.

After all, he wouldn't die anyway. Even if he was blasted to ashes, he could just go back to the Emperor's side and be a hero again!
But it's a pity about those 12 mechs!

Perhaps the Emperor will include them in the Cursed Legion!
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On the bridge of the flagship Prophecy of Glory, part of the Death Ghost Legion, their think tank, Ksharol, watches the information transmitted from below.

He said expressionlessly, "For the Emperor!"

Immediately afterwards, he turned to the captain on the other side and said, "Notify Tiberius and the others to immediately separate from the Astral Knights. Target has been received. We need to retreat immediately!"

"Yes!"

"We've come all this way, prepared so many supplies, are we just going to come for nothing?" The company commander, Deleros, standing nearby, was truly speechless.

They've practically emptied their coffers to come here, and then launched several attacks. Are they about to withdraw after deploying some transport ships and preparing to launch the extermination weapons?

Wow, that's a huge loss for them!

It's important to understand that their chapter is also under close surveillance by the Inquisition. In a godforsaken place like the Ghoul Starfield, they naturally resort to many shady methods to maintain and expand their chapter in order to survive.

Putting everything else aside, they have already violated the rules regarding the Codex Astartes alone.

In order to monitor and contain the supernatural inhabitants within the galaxy, their warband once expanded to more than 1400 people, practically as if they were being used as toilet paper.

Just based on this one point alone, how would the court treat them?
So, for the Death Ghost Chapter, they're really at a huge loss right now.

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(End of this chapter)