Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

"Varro, Sion, prioritize eliminating high-threat enemy combat units."

"clear!"

After hanging up the call, Kalan punched the panicked little thief next to him, who looked to be only about ten years old. But this was no excuse for him.

For Kalan, only dead Xenomorphs are good Xenomorphs.

The roaring chainsaw sword was like a final ultimatum from the Grim Reaper; any cunning person who heard it would be torn into pieces within seconds.

Only mutants and pureblood gene stealers can barely survive two rounds against the humanoid weapons created by the Emperor; the rest of the cunning ones don't even realize how they died.

The addition of three Astartes not only made up for the lack of monster infantry combat units on the human side, but also caused the morale, which was already high due to successive victories, to erupt like a volcano.

Some Imperial soldiers, caught up in the frenzy, threw away their ranged weapons, picked up bayonets, and charged forward to engage in a fierce life-or-death duel with the nearest scoundrel.

Fortunately, the vast majority of soldiers remained rational and followed Xiao Yi's previously established strategy, using their firepower advantage to continuously eliminate the enemy and compress their space for maneuver.

The heavy logging guns positioned at the entrance to the conference hall relentlessly reaped the lives of the enemy until their magazines were empty.

The sudden decrease in firepower gave the cunning men a chance to catch their breath.

Two pureblood gene stealers, hidden in the darkness, seized the opportunity and rushed towards the conference hall, intending to eliminate the machine gunner who posed a threat to their survival.

As for why Astartes, which is closer, was targeted first, the answer is obvious—they couldn't defeat them.

Driven by instinct, the two pure-blooded gene stealers chose an opponent they could easily bully.

As Varo watched the pureblood gene stealer hurtling towards the conference hall like an arrow, he anxiously shouted into the communication channel, "Commander, your right side!"

"I've already seen it."

Karan had noticed the other party long before his teammates alerted him, but he was busy dealing with other aliens and couldn't spare the time to help.

Now that he has cleared out a lot of space around him, he has plenty of time to play with these two guys.

After casually tossing away the thief whose head had been crushed, Kalan dashed towards him, the ground beneath him cracking with spiderweb-like patterns from the powerful impact of his movement.

Clad in power armor, Astartes smashed through obstacles like a tank on accelerator, slashing at the waist of the nearest pureblood gene stealer with his sword.

The chainsaw sword tore at the flesh of the other man, severing him in half at the waist. After a feeble struggle, the pureblood gene stealer lay on the ground, barely breathing.

Life was slipping away, and soon it would become a cold corpse. Kind-hearted Karan couldn't bear to see the creature in such pain, so he stomped on its head and crushed it.

Just as he was about to press his advantage and finish off the second pureblood gene stealer, he discovered that the other was already dead.

A seemingly young mortal warrior used his power sword to cleave his opponent vertically in two.

It was Xiao Yi. At this moment, he was active in various parts of the battlefield, dealing with those highly threatening pure-blooded gene stealers. After confirming that the enemy in front of him was completely dead, he rushed towards the nearest enemy.

Kalan stared blankly at this mortal whose combat power was abnormally high. Even Astartes, who had just joined the battle group, could not do this.

Moreover, judging from the opponent's actions, he has not received systematic combat training. All he is doing now is relying on his strong physique to subconsciously counterattack.

The cacophony around him pulled Karan back from his brief shock. He was still on the battlefield and didn't have much time to waste.

Karan temporarily put the matter of the mortals' display aside; the most important thing now was to get rid of those disgusting aliens.

Overwhelmed by sheer power, the cunning thieves gathered in the underground plaza were quickly wiped out.

According to normal procedure, the Imperial soldiers should then scavenge the battlefield, collecting anything of potential value and finishing off any remaining aliens to ensure they meet their deserved end.

But with the appearance of the three Astartes, all of that became irrelevant.

Legendary figures, previously only seen in church murals, are now vividly present before us, and the complex emotions of excitement and shock are hard to express.

The excited soldiers surrounded the three Astartes, but no one dared to speak to them, for fear of angering these suddenly appearing imperial angels.

Even Xiao Yi remained silent, pondering how to ask about the other party's identity.

The silence made Karan uncomfortable; he was a proactive person and didn't like waiting.

After placing the power sword back at his waist, he gently lifted his fingers against the lower edge of his helmet, causing the buckle on the power armor collar to pop open with a soft click, followed by the muffled sound of a pressure relief valve.

The helmet covered with the chapter insignia was slowly removed, revealing a resolute face. A scar on his cheek, left at some unknown time, resembled a medal, highlighting the bravery of the warrior before them.

"Kalan Forgefire, Chapter Leader of the Blackfire Chapter."

After tucking his helmet into his waistband, Kalan pointed to the two warriors beside him with his free hand and introduced them: "Apothecary Varo and recruit Sion, it's nice to meet you, warriors."

The title "warrior" clearly refers to Xiao Yi, who is standing directly in front of him. Only Xiao Yi's performance in this battle could earn the respect of the three Astartes.

"Xiao Yi is temporarily appointed as the commander of the 13th Regiment of the Bakda Nest City Defense Army."

Out of politeness, Xiao Yi extended his right hand. Kalan looked at all this, paused slightly, and then, realizing what had happened, a smile appeared on his serious face.

The wearer's right hand, clasped together with Xiao Yi's, as he held the power armor.

Karan had seen many mortals, but only this one stood before him without fear and could speak to him as an equal.

The Imperial soldiers, including Charles and Redmond, all looked at Xiao Yi with envy. To be able to shake hands with the Imperial Angel was an endless honor for them, who didn't even know what the governor looked like.

Many people have already started editing in their minds, replacing Xiao Yi's image with their own, and fantasizing about returning home after the war and bragging to their relatives and neighbors.

Fortunately, not everyone was too excited to control themselves. Charles, whose emotions had gradually calmed down, coughed twice, drawing the attention of the surrounding soldiers to himself.

"Everyone, go do what you're supposed to do. The leader and the angels still have important things to take care of."

Although somewhat reluctant, the ordinary soldiers gradually dispersed under the leadership of their officers. They knew that the conversations of the important figures were not something they, as common soldiers, could participate in.