I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Malajin cleaved the charging, fleshy hound in two with a single sword stroke, his voice laced with blood and foam.

"I'll cover their retreat. We must give chase and absolutely not let the Star God fragments fall into the hands of the Black Legion!"

He was immediately entangled by two World Devourers as soon as he finished speaking.

The chain axe struck his shoulder armor, sending sparks flying high into the air.

Deyang saw this and was anxious, but he kept his mission in mind.

Although the side effects of the tank engine had not completely subsided and his body was filled with fatigue, he didn't say a word, took out the combat stimulant from his pocket, and injected the needle into his thigh.

The cool medicine was pushed to the bottom, and a burning sensation coursed through my veins and throughout my body.

Combat doping has side effects; after the effects wear off, there will be a period of weakness. But in this situation, we have no choice but to fight.

Holding a power sword and a bomb gun, Deyang charged headlong into the deep, silent chamber.

The world behind the door is a graveyard of senses.

The sound seemed to disappear, to be taken away.

Footsteps, panting, and heartbeats became blurred, and the light became distorted and dim.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of eerie green frost.

The breath turned into white mist instantly.

The empty coffins of the undead nobles tell the story of the fall of the overlord.

Deyang held his breath and focused intently, feeling the pulse of the Star God fragments; his eardrums ached.

blah blah blah!

Hearing footsteps behind him, Deyan instantly became alert, turned around, and drew his gun.

"Who is it?"

A bald, muscular man clad in armor with a powerful impact effect came into view. Runes shimmered in the gaps of the armor, and a cross-shaped thunder hammer on his shoulder was poised to strike.

Poppy in hammer form is a teammate.

Dejan put away his bomb gun and recognized the well-equipped Inquisitor and the three Deathwatchers following closely behind.

Judging from the bullet holes and slash wounds on the three men, they had clearly been through a fierce battle.

Judge Alonso noticed Dejan's captain's uniform and paused for a moment before saying coldly, "This is not a battle you can interfere in. Go and help."

Dejan was quite surprised to see that the judge actually seemed worried about him.

Ha, a judge who understands humanity.

A normal person among the crazy.

No, this guy probably thinks he's in the way.

Alright, having four more strong teammates is always a good thing.

Bald, Force Feedback Armor, Cross Star Thunder Hammer.

Your Honor looks very powerful.

Undeterred by the slight, Dejan followed Deathwatch and continued his exploration, finally spotting the long-awaited fragment of the Star God.

The slowly rotating inverted pyramid-shaped device exudes a chilling pressure, its silver surface undulating like a living fluid, each turn creating subtle folds in the surrounding space.

Gastalin Terminators and four Black Legion Astartes guard a containment device covered in blasphemous runes, as Black Oil Guy attempts to break the seal.

"In the name of the Emperor and the Inquisition," the Alonso Inquisition's voice was hoarse, carrying an iron-like authority, "Heretics, your evil deeds end here!"

Battle is imminent.

The explosive grenade hit the Gastrin Terminator, causing almost no damage.

However, Gastalin's Terminator standard-issue Calamity Combo Gun took away more than 200 points of Dejan's health with a single shot. He was startled and quickly rolled behind cover, no longer daring to engage in a gunfight with the opponent.

The veteran of countless battles is terrifying!

Only when the enemy's suppressive fire closed in did Dejan emerge from behind cover and meet a Chaos Space Marine wielding a slaughter sword.

He knew that his strength and combat skills were no match for the Chaos Space Marines who had fought in the flames of war for hundreds of years, so he changed to a more cunning fighting style.

In the instant the power sword parries, grab the opponent's arm, sweep the lower body with the right leg, and use the momentum to throw the opponent away.

In asymmetrical combat where one is inferior in size, strength, or martial arts skills, wrestling is definitely an excellent choice to make up for the disadvantages.

Although it didn't cause much harm, it was extremely insulting.

"Ugh!"

Enraged, Chaos Astartes intensified its attacks.

Although Dejan managed to land several wrestling blows, he did not manage to kill Dejan.

Without activating the tank engine, he would have a hard time soloing the Chaos Veteran.

With another back throw, Dejan took advantage of the moment of stiffness and thrust his sword at the opponent's head.

The shimmering, disintegrating blade of the sword fell fiercely, but was dodged by the opponent.

The powerful punch landed squarely on Dejan's chest.

"Snap!"

The bone fracture is clearly visible.

Deyan's vision went black, he coughed up blood, and his power sword slipped from his hand. But he didn't give up. He pulled out a monomolecular dagger, relied on his high health to take the damage, and stabbed the dagger into the gap connecting the helmet visor.

Stir it up violently!

"Gurgle..."

The Chaos Space Marine's body stiffened, thick black blood seeped from the crack in the mirror, and the power gauntlets fell silently.

Dejan was still worried and meticulously emptied the magazine.

[Tank Engine +1]

The maximum health has been increased, but now there are only 731 health points left. Most of the health has been lost, and the condition is not good. There are countless broken bones, and the vision is blacking out.

Alonso, who was slamming the Terminator with purifying flames, glanced at him in surprise. He hadn't expected that this mortal chapter leader would actually kill a heretic.

This was completely unexpected.

Encouraged, Alonso's fighting spirit soared, and his psionic shock combined with purifying flames managed to briefly suppress Gastalin Terminator.

The Watcher used his molten metal to kill a Black Legion warrior along with him.

Another Deathwatch raider was surrounded by two traitors. He fought desperately to take down one of them, but his own head was chopped off by a chainsaw axe.

Finally, when Alonso roared and swung his Cross Star Thunder Hammer, unleashing all his purifying flames to defeat Gastalin Terminator, he was also pierced through by the opponent's lightning claw.

The still room fell silent.

Only Dejan was still able to stand and catch his breath.

At this point, he had less than 300 drops of blood left.

The aftereffects of combat stimulants began to spread.

Look around.

The judge skewered like a sausage, the shattered Death Watch, the fallen Black Legion, the charred black oil man...

Won?

Dejan dragged his body, which felt almost entirely alien to him, step by step leaving pools of blood, toward the inverted pyramid structure that had stopped rotating and whose light had faded.

At the core of the device, a transparent crystal liner slowly rises, inside which, the prismatic crystal, its colors shifting like nebulae, radiates magnificent light.

Finally... finally it's coming to an end.

With his last ounce of strength, Dejan rolled up his left sleeve…

boom!

A gunshot interrupted Dejan's actions.

Blood soaked his back.

"It seems I arrived at just the right time." Elijah walked with elegant steps, his boots making soft pattering sounds as they stepped into the sticky pool of blood.

It sounded particularly jarring to Dejan.

"Fragments of the Nightfathers, ancient authority of the physical universe."

With it, I will no longer be subservient to others.

I will have real power and will no longer have to depend on anyone else!

The Inquisition, the Necromancers, the Heretics, Astartes—in the end, I had the last laugh.

Staring at the merchant ronin swaying his gun, who looked confident of victory, Dejan silently glanced at his health bar; he had 136 left.

Come closer, a little closer!

Come closer!

"Oh, don't look at me like that." Elijah noticed Dejan's gaze, lowered the gun and raised it to Dejan's forehead. "You should feel honored. Your death will open the door to a great rise. As a reward, I will remember you... uh, what was your name again?"

Never mind, it's not important.

The goal is within reach, just around the corner.

Dejan suddenly launched an attack, transforming into a giant once again before Elijah's horrified gaze!