Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

The sound of explosions at the enemy camp was as exciting as festive fireworks. The soldiers of the Nest City garrison, who had been shrouded in the fear of death, cheered for this sudden victory.

There's nothing more exciting than seeing the enemy suffer.

"The Emperor is protecting us; we are the ones who are righteous!"

"Praise be to the Emperor! Praise be to the Emperor!"

Led by several devout believers, hundreds of soldiers knelt and praised the emperor in unison, firmly believing that the shells flew back because their prayers had been answered.

Tens of thousands of lives are insignificant to the Lord of Mankind; His gaze is focused on the more important battlefields.

Here, life is nothing more than a cold, ever-decreasing number, a bargaining chip for the human empire to gain victory.

The vast majority of mid-level officers remained clear-headed; they did not believe their efforts warranted a miracle from the Emperor, and explaining what had just happened was not difficult.

On the command platform behind them, there was a guy who could easily turn the tide of battle. They all turned to look at the location of the giant freight elevator control panel, hoping to find the figure in their minds.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and only a few black dots could be seen with the naked eye.

Xiao Yi's high standing in their eyes is thanks to Charles and Redmond.

Especially Charles, that guy who gets drunk after just one drink, always recounts his glorious deeds when he's drunk.

Xiao Yi appears frequently in these stories as an important supporting character. Although his strength is not explicitly stated, Charles's admiration for him can be seen from various details.

Enemies hiding in the shadows have nowhere to hide from him, demons from the warp are no match for him, and the Astartes and the Mechanicus sages follow his lead. He can create all kinds of powerful weapons at will.

This is almost no different from the gods that ordinary people imagine.

A 100% lie is not scary; as long as you analyze it carefully, you can find the loopholes and expose it.

What's truly perplexing are those statements that are a mix of truth and falsehood. When you see the truth, you can't help but imagine the other side.

The formidable strength and mystique displayed by Xiao Yi himself led those who heard these rumors to subconsciously fill in the gaps in their imaginations regarding the missing details of the story.

Some even believe he was the emperor's messenger on earth.

The fireworks from the explosion faded, and the noble alliance's camp returned to silence. It took Oliver a dozen seconds to recover from his shock.

He twisted his stiff neck to look at Xiao Yi, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "How did you do that?"

He had forgotten about honorifics and such.

"Psionic energy."

A template answer: just blame everything you don't want to explain on psionic energy.

Supernatural forces, which humanity has spent tens of thousands of years trying to understand, can provide answers to all questions that defy common sense.

The large-scale interception of artillery shells had taken a heavy toll on Xiao Yi, and he didn't want to say anything more. However, the army gathering in the distance was impossible to ignore.

He took a deep breath and gave Oliver a new order: "Prepare for a counterattack. The enemy should launch an attack soon. Unlike the previous times, the next ones to appear are all elites among elites. Those who don't want to die, you better be serious."

"Yes, sir!"

Oliver solemnly gave Xiao Yi the Imperial Eagle salute, then turned and strode away. The moment he stepped out of the door, he disregarded his image and began sprinting towards the front lines.

Time is life. If we can prepare quickly, the number of casualties will be much lower.

"How are you feeling?"

Upon noticing that Xiao Yi was not in a good state, Aria immediately stepped forward to support him. Her seemingly frail body suddenly burst forth with astonishing strength, her hands gripping his arms tightly like iron clamps.

Because they were so close, Xiao Yi could easily feel the touch of the other person's chest.

It's a bit small; that's his only feeling right now.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Xiao Yi's hesitant expression, Aria asked, somewhat puzzled.

"If you supplement your nutrition regularly, there should still be a chance."

"What?"

"Giving more will help you grow. You're using a bit too much force, could you loosen your grip a little?"

"I'm sorry." Upon hearing this, Aria hurriedly released her hands, completely forgetting the few incomprehensible suggestions Xiao Yi had made earlier.

Having recovered somewhat from his exhaustion, Xiao Yi quickly ate two military-grade energy bars and then found a relatively quiet place to rest.

I found a relatively quiet place to rest. In the upcoming battle, an emergency like the one we just had could occur at any time, so I had to be prepared at all times.

Fifteen minutes later, the assembled army launched its first attack on Xiao Yifang's position.

The lesson learned earlier led the noble alliance to abandon the reliable tactic of using artillery to clear the way and armored forces to advance, and instead adopt an alternative strategy of attrition warfare with cannon fodder and elite troops on standby for the final assault.

Countless demoralized auxiliary troops, urged on by the cold muzzle of their commanders' guns, once again stepped onto the battlefield.

Their lives or deaths are not important; the purpose of cannon fodder is to deplete the enemy's ammunition and stamina.

"Waaah, I don't want to die, please, I don't want to die." The young man, who looked to be only a teenager, knelt on the ground and begged his superior to spare his life. He didn't want to fight those guys who didn't value their lives.

Seeing him crying, the officer felt a pang of sympathy. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, a gunshot rang out, interrupting him.

The young man who was kneeling and begging had a bloody hole in his head. He lay helplessly on the ground with his eyes wide open, his incredulous expression seemingly questioning why someone would suddenly shoot him.

"Any coward who hesitates to advance will meet the same fate as him!"

The disdainful voices attracted the attention of the other soldiers, who turned to look and discovered a supervisory team composed of several noble soldiers.

Auxiliary officers were responsible for dealing with soldiers who tried to escape, while the officers were responsible for dealing with officers who wanted to escape.

The resentful stares from all around annoyed the members of the supervisory team. They raised their guns and pointed them at a few soldiers who seemed the most defiant, shouting, "What are you looking at? If you don't want to die, charge forward!"

With their lives threatened, everyone turned their attention to the position ahead.

The officers and soldiers of the auxiliary army were not stupid. After following those nobles for so many days, they discovered a lot of evidence that the nobles had betrayed the empire.

The noble lords who considered themselves superior made no attempt to hide their true intentions from the inferiors of Zhongchao. Some of the arrogant fellows even referred to the Emperor as the Corpse Emperor in public.

All signs pointed to them as the traitors. The auxiliary soldiers had tried to change things, but reality forced them to turn their guns on their true comrades.