Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

No one hesitated at all, and the countdown began almost the moment they took out the bomb.

"Our lives are the Emperor's precious currency, and by spending it, we can redeem the lives of those we cherish from Hell!"

"The greater our sacrifice, the more lives we can redeem as currency!"

There is no need for more words at this moment, since these mortal soldiers no longer care about their lives and dare to ignore any danger and die bravely.

At this moment, any words of dissuasion would be tantamount to insulting them.

Sven and his three battle brothers immediately grabbed the quick smoke bombs, and then threw the four smoke bombs as far as possible with the force of thunder.

When the smoke bomb was suddenly thrown into the corridor, the firepower of the traitorous Astartes poured down like a torrential rain. One of the battle brothers who threw the smoke bomb even had an arm directly hit by the whistling shells.

Blood splattered in the air.

But the battle brother said nothing, as if the wound did not hurt at all.

He just nodded silently to the mortals beside him, and then rushed in front of the soldiers of the 141st Regiment.

He is Astartes, a superhuman warrior stronger than mortals. For the dignity and glory of Rus and the All-Father, he will not allow mortal warriors to die before him.

Therefore, even if he was charging, he should at least use his already broken body to block as much danger as possible for them.

This Space Wolf threw all his long-range weapons and ammunition to his other brothers, and just held up his sword and axe, standing between the charging soldiers of the 141st Regiment and the whistling rain of bullets.

The sturdy power armor blocked most of the attacks directed at him, while a plasma shell that could have taken his life was taken by the sword and axe in his hand.

This weapon, which had accompanied him since he became an Astartes, also fell on the road of loyalty, and finally blocked a fatal attack for him when it was damaged.

Normally, the plasma shell should continue to fly towards him after destroying the sword axe, but the damage caused by the shell was almost completely absorbed by the sword axe, and not a trace of energy acted on him.

By this moment, he had already rushed through one-third of the corridor.

He calculated the time when the traitors would launch their next plasma cannonball, and silently estimated when he would need to dodge.

Five seconds left... The shoulder armor on his left arm had been completely penetrated by the explosive bomb.

Four seconds left... A large hole was blown in the chest armor by the explosive bomb, but it didn't hinder running.

Three seconds left... His left arm was torn off, and the explosive bomb hit it again.

Two seconds left... The armor on my entire body has reached its limit.

Last second!

"Now, get out of the way!"

He used all his strength to jump high, and watched helplessly as the second plasma shell whizzed past the wound on his chest, the waves of heat burning his wound until it was charred.

But he had no time to worry about this injury, because for every second he dodged, the soldiers of the 141st Regiment behind him would have to endure one second of rain of bullets.

With the protection of the power armor, I can barely ignore it.

But the soldiers of the 141st Regiment couldn't do that. Even a small-caliber bomb was enough to easily take their lives.

According to my estimation, I have already run through two-thirds of this corridor, just a little bit more!

Even though he had lost both arms and had a large carbonized hole in his chest, the Space Wolf still did not stop charging.

This is how he crossed the snowy plains of Fenris and finally arrived at the Wolf Fang, becoming a glorious heir of Russ.

And today, he will use the same method to cover these soldiers as they pass through this corridor filled with whistling bullets, and ultimately prove himself worthy of the glory of Russ and the All-Father with a glorious sacrifice!

"Just a little bit!"

Boom - boom!

Just as he was about to pass through the last section of smoke, a sudden whistling molten iron blast turned his left leg, which was about to step forward, into boiling blood.

His body suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground. It was not until this moment that he realized what had happened.

These traitors set a trap!

They've got a melta cannon hidden between the bunkers!

The second Molten followed closely, but this time it did not attack him. Instead, it roared towards the mortal soldiers behind him.

Under the almost desperate gaze of the Space Wolf, almost all the mortal soldiers who followed him in the charge instantly turned into a ball of the same blood and energy, with only one young face that was luckier still alive.

But even so, his lower body had disappeared, and the only thing left of his upper body was an arm.

He fell to the ground like himself, and he could clearly see his face twisted in pain.

This is a new recruit who has just joined the 141st Regiment and may have just been transferred from the White Shields of Cadia.

The operation failed, they needed a second charge...

Yes, that's what he thought just now, until he saw the recruit use his fallen body to throw the thermal bomb towards the enemy position.

The recruit is not dead yet, but death is not far away.

The melta bombs, whose countdown had already started, were scattered all over the ground, and there were no friendly troops around them who could charge forward.

And there's not enough space for the melta bombs to damage the enemy's position...

The enemy seemed to think that they were all dead, so they did not launch the next attack. Instead, they made faint sneering sounds in that miserable position, as if they were laughing at the fate of their own people.

"Come...come here, I...I can still move..."

The recruit whispered to him with a distorted face, and it seemed that the other party still had a way to complete the task.

"You...be the legs, and I'll be the hands."

The Space Wolf was stunned for a moment, but soon he realized what the other party wanted to do.

The two warriors, both with only their bodies left, stared at each other, and then the Space Wolf took the lead in crawling towards the recruit, using his only remaining right leg to push his body closer to the recruit.

Only after he had bitten the carapace of the recruit with his teeth did he continue to crawl towards the enemy lines.

The horrific pain caused by the dragging of his body made the recruit want to groan in pain, but he absolutely could not waste his limited energy on crying out in pain.

He could feel the vitality slowly draining from his body - his time was running out.

But the mission must not fail. His parents who are stationed in Krav Bastion are facing danger. If this Black Stone Fortress cannot be destroyed, his parents' last hope of survival will be completely cut off.

His actions directly affected the safety of his parents.

His vision was shaking, the strength in his arms was steadily weakening, and he had never hated his body so much as he did now.

Why can't it be a little stronger?

Why can’t we be less afraid of pain?

Even if I could just keep living for just one more second!

At least let him complete the task!

Let him use his life to give his family the last chance to survive!

Darkness gradually overtook his vision, and he was almost unable to hold on, but he could not yet touch the thermal bombs.

Is it an illusion?

He seemed to see a fortress and a strong broken arm.

Is someone talking in your ear?

"When humans are able to strengthen their will, even their fists can break a rock."

'Don't waste your life, do your best to make others think highly of you!'

His voice was very serious and without a trace of emotion, as if everything he said was an established fact in this world.

Strength surged again like a spring, and even his arms, which were not strong to begin with, began to bulge with golden psychic muscles that had not existed before.

This psychic arm is even thicker than his entire upper body.

His vision cleared again, and he could even see the exact location of the enemy position through the smoke.

The Astartes warrior bit his own shell and pushed himself towards the melta bombs little by little. Those hateful enemies were still sneering at him contemptuously.

You like to laugh, right?

I'll make you scream right now!

The strong arm that did not belong to him grabbed the two melta bombs next to him at the same time, and finally threw them towards the enemy position at a speed faster than the sonic boom.

There was a loud explosion and a surging heat wave.

The thrown melta bombs made those damn traitors experience the feeling of being blasted into blood by the melta.

It turns out that these hateful enemies can also panic and be afraid.

They are not even as good as themselves.

The young warrior did not stop because he didn't know how long this state could last. He had to throw out all the melta bombs in the shortest time possible!

One after another, the melta bombs were thrown and exploded continuously in the enemy's line. The continuous heat waves were even about to burn his hair and make it curl.

It was not until the last melta bomb was thrown that the power that did not belong to him instantly faded away.

The excruciating pain that swept over him finally cleared his mind, which was about to be lost, a little. Perhaps he hoped to hear the enemy's howls a few more times before he died.

"May I have your name."

With his almost lifeless eyes, he stared at the Astartes warriors who were dying together in front of him, and with his last bit of strength he gritted out his own name between his teeth.

"My name is... Dawn."

"You have brought honor to the name."

In the last second of his life, he saw a man as tall as a mountain. He didn't know him, but the power he had just used must have come from this man.

He just watched himself return to the hands of a giant, and then said something in a low voice.

"You can rest now. Besides... nice name."

"I think so……"

In this charge, the only remaining Space Wolf was still alive. The friendly forces behind him tried to drag him back, but he kicked away the iron hook thrown at him.

Even if I go back with this broken body, I will just be a burden.

And he didn't want to be a burden.

The wounds on both arms had already clotted, the wound on the thigh had already carbonized, and the wound on the chest could no longer be healed. He was only a little bit different from a dead person.

That means he can use this body to take away a few more traitors to be buried with him.

"Throw me another one!"

"Jonah! Are you crazy?!"

"I'm not crazy. Throw another one at them while they're still panicking!"

He could hear the plasma launchers recharging, and although the traitors were still in a panic, they had begun to try to regroup.

Although Swain wanted to persuade him further, the Rune Priest beside him held the Wolf Lord back.

"The All-Father is calling him. In that kingdom of golden light, the All-Father has prepared a table of delicious food and fine wine for all of us. Let him go ahead and taste it for us."

Sven just stared at the Rune Priest.

He thought such words were simply a joke, but he could not see any trace of joking in the other person's eyes.

The Rune Priest activated an electromagnetic bomb, an explosive designed specifically to disrupt plasma weapons.

The chaotic electric current and magnetic field generated during the explosion will immediately destroy the stability of the plasma weapon. The energy feedback will cause the plasma launcher to explode on the spot, affecting everything around it.

Now is the perfect time to use this weapon.

Let the dancing lightning and brilliant colors send Jonah off on his final journey.

The Rune Priest accurately threw the electromagnetic bomb at the location of Jonah's mouth.

The latter immediately showed his fangs, bit the handle for gripping, and stood up shakily with the help of his upper body and curled right leg.

Even after losing a leg, this once mighty Space Wolf would still charge towards the enemy, bringing death to the enemy with his own body.

The traitorous Astartes, who were originally restarting the plasma launcher, immediately drew his weapon after hearing the orderly sound, waiting for the enemy that might emerge from the smoke.

But to their horror, what emerged from the smoke the next second was not a charging Space Wolf, but a stump with only one leg left.

The traitor operating the melta cannon immediately pulled the trigger, and the whistling melta took away Jonah's last leg.

But he doesn't care at all!

He is now indeed a wild wolf without claws, but his sharp fangs can still take the lives of these enemies. The electromagnetic bomb in his mouth has already flown to the side of the plasma launcher along with his remaining body.