Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

The formidable offensive crumbled instantly before Xiao Yi, and the soldiers of the Chaodu garrison cheered for the Emperor upon witnessing this.

"Only the power of the God-Emperor could accomplish all this. That person must be the one chosen by the God-Emperor."

An older-looking veteran stared intently at Xiao Yi's retreating figure, his eyes shining. His companions beside him nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Chaos wizards, powerful psionicists, and some aliens can also do what Xiao Yi just did, but no one would consider them heroes.

Under the propaganda of the Imperial State Religion for nearly ten thousand years, the lower classes of the city of Bakda have developed a new understanding of the concept of a hero.

Only those who are loyal to the Emperor and chosen by him can be called heroes; otherwise, they are merely powerful wizards.

Conversely, a hero is someone who is loyal to the emperor and chosen to receive blessings.

The bomb, engraved with scriptures, pierced through the stationary array of powered armor, exploding the heads of the noblemen's private soldiers behind them. White brain matter mixed with blood splattered onto their comrades.

Immediately following was a second gunshot, and another nobleman's private soldier fell to the ground. The explosive pistol in Xiao Yi's hand was like a death knell, each shot taking away a life.

The surrounding soldiers also recovered from their shock and began to unleash their firepower on the enemy.

Seeing the noble coalition retreating in disarray, Xiao Yi tossed aside his emptied magazine of explosive gun, drew his power sword, and charged towards the enemy.

This is not done to save ammunition; the raw materials for manufacturing bullets and laser gun batteries in the nest are sufficient to last for a period of time.

The reason for taking such a risky action was simply to retrieve the disabled power armor before the enemy could.

These are all valuable treasures; if you put them together, you could easily form a reinforced company.

"For the Emperor!"

Without hesitation, the soldiers drew their bayonets from their sheaths, attached them to their carbines or laser guns, and then charged out of the position.

"A great opportunity!" The sniper hiding in the shadows gradually became excited, his expression beneath the mask rising.

He had never seen such a foolish enemy. As a commander, he actually abandoned his troops and rushed out of the cover alone, exposing his presence to the enemy.

"Who on earth is this idiot who defeated the old geezer from the Griffin family, and who was in charge this morning?!"

After taking a few deep breaths to calm his agitated mind, the sniper aimed at the center of Xiao Yi's forehead and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The Pardoner sniper rifle's 7.92mm bullets, propelled by the powerful thrust of the gunpowder explosion, hurtled toward their target at a speed imperceptible to the human eye.

If you can hit the target, you've already won half the battle.

The sniper had even started fantasizing about getting a promotion and a raise after the war ended.

Unfortunately, this bullet was destined to miss.

The shield around Xiao Yi, which acted as if deflecting force, guided the 7.92mm bullets fired from the Pardoner sniper rifle in the exact opposite direction.

An elite soldier who was fighting and retreating was hit by this sudden friendly fire and fell down.

Not only him, but the bullets fired by the other snipers were also like that.

Their sneak attack also successfully exposed their location, and Xiao Yi's psionic perception network clearly sensed these rats hiding in the shadows.

B-59, which had been following behind Xiao Yi and clearing out the grunts, quickly changed direction under his command. The sight perception plate installed on the head of the Casterland mech quickly locked onto the nearest sniper.

The chromium in the fuel tank undergoes instantaneous fusion, generating ultra-high temperature plasma, which is compressed into a beam and ejected through an electromagnetic confinement conduit.

Boom! The molten beam pierced through the cover and vaporized half of the sniper's body, leaving him no time to even let out a cry of pain.

Upon seeing their companion's tragic state, the others did not hesitate for a moment, immediately picking up their sniper rifles and searching for new sniping positions.

But they were not facing one person. Charles, who had been searching for them, took the opportunity to fire wildly, trying to make up for his lack of accuracy with the number of bullets.

This idea wasn't entirely wrong, as another sniper soon fell.

The bullets fired by the soldiers in front posed no threat to Xiao Yi, while heavy firepower such as grenades and rockets would turn around and return the way they came after reaching a few meters in front of him.

They could only watch helplessly as Xiao Yi used his power sword to harvest the lives of his fallen comrades.

"Monster! Monster! We can't possibly win!"

It is unknown who first uttered this title, but soon, this statement that undermined morale became a slogan to assist in the unification of the army.

Led by a "hero," they abandoned their so-called second line of defense and began to flee in a more distant direction.

"You bunch of useless trash, idiots, good-for-nothings, get back here right now, or I'll kill you all..."

Before the supervising officer could utter the last word, he felt a burning pain in his chest. He looked down and found that his heart and the surrounding tissues had all disappeared.

All that remained was a large hole with a charred surface and a burnt smell.

"What's going on?"

Without a heart supplying blood, his vision gradually blurred, and he finally collapsed to the ground.

Now it wasn't just ordinary soldiers who were running away; even officers joined in.

To prevent the rear command team from causing him trouble, Xiao Yi used the laser gun he had just seized from the enemy to give them a good thrashing.

The laser beam, about the size of an adult's forearm, struck the guy who had been boasting and sliced ​​him in two.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable, the commanders of the noble alliance had no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​continuing to hold out and instead try to gather the remaining troops and preserve their strength.

The six Leman Rustanks originally assigned to fill in were also temporarily put into hibernation under Xiao Yi's influence, ultimately becoming spoils of war in his hands.

After this battle, the garrison of Chaodu advanced its positions considerably.

In the following period, the noble alliance made several more attempts, but all of them ended in failure.

On the battlefield, wherever enemy armored units appear, a powerful warrior with a Castran mech will spawn.

Streaks of green electric arcs temporarily slumbered the creations that the God of Myriad Machines was so proud of. Then, the elite troops and cannon fodder, now without cover, would face a group of infantrymen with unwavering faith and fearless courage.

What was originally an overwhelming firepower advantage gradually turned into a sharp blade aimed at his own heart under Xiao Yi's manipulation.

The increasingly dire situation forced the pleasure-seeking nobles to reunite and discuss how to prevent the war from sliding into a dark abyss.