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Chapter 376 Sacrificing the Twin Stars
In this critical moment between life and death, the human warriors displayed admirable combat skills!
Guterres stood at the forefront like a thunder god of war, his roar booming through the communications channel: "First squad, construct a circular defensive line! Second squad, establish a crossfire network!"

The Astartes warriors immediately sprang into action. Although Guterres's squad had suffered considerable casualties in the battle, leaving only seven members of the ten-man kill squad, another squad of Deathwatch Astartes warriors had suddenly appeared beside them.

Both squads, under Guterres's orders, set up a simple but very sturdy defensive formation.

The Deathwatch warriors quickly took up key positions, and their heavy bomb guns immediately created a crossfire network.

Guterres personally directed the formation adjustments, his tactical goggles constantly flashing with calculated data on the range of firepower.

The remaining law enforcement officers and Storm Loyalists surrounded them. These mortal warriors were exhausted, but their morale was greatly boosted by the arrival of the Astartes.

The law enforcement officers used whatever materials they could find to build makeshift barricades, while the Loyalist soldiers quickly moved ammunition boxes and medical supplies to help the Astartes fortify their defenses.

An older law enforcement officer even personally operated a heavy logging gun to establish additional fire support points at key locations.

The mechanical body of 32 emitted a dazzling blue light, and countless nanoscale repair units emerged on the surface of the damaged mechanical tentacles.

"System restructuring in progress... Combat effectiveness restored to 87%..." The cold electronic voice was filled with mechanical fervor. 32 activated its trump card and began self-repair.

The broken cables automatically reconnected as if they were alive, and brand-new servo limbs emerged from beneath the damaged armor plates. This mechanical sage was regaining its combat power at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Her Kaslan mechs also surrounded her, waiting to repair their damage and rejoin the battle.

The battle nuns shone like holy flames on the battlefield!
Their pristine white power armor, now stained with gunpowder and blood, only adds to their sacred and awe-inspiring aura!

The medical nun knelt beside the wounded, her visor broken, revealing a face that shone with radiance from piety.

She held the gilded imperial maxims in her hands, and the scriptures burst forth from her mouth like sharp swords. Golden holy light gushed from the pages, and the wounded soldiers' wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This miracle caused the surrounding soldiers to spontaneously kneel down and pray.

"For the Emperor!" the nuns, armed with explosive pistols, shouted in unison.

Their shooting was terrifyingly accurate; every explosive bullet pierced the orc's forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

The flames spewing from the muzzle traced sacred paths through the smoke, and the sound of spent cartridges hitting the ground was as solemn as the tolling of church bells.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the battlefield fog, their pure white forms gleaming in the firelight.

This is not an angel bringing salvation, but a messenger of death bringing divine punishment!
Wherever they went, the roar of the bombs became the most devout hymn!
"Purify!" The elder sister raised the flamethrower high, and the promethium flames transformed into a sacred baptismal fire.

The orcs howled and turned to ashes in the holy flames, while the nuns' chanting grew ever louder.

This is not war, but a grand mass with blood as a sacrifice!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the psychic ritual constructed by Chen Xi, Ahriman, and another Sorcerer Supreme was radiating a suffocating pressure.

The three men's robes fluttered in the warp storm, and psionic runes moved around them as if they were alive.

This was no ordinary spell, but rather the crucial turning point in Valis's prophecy that would rewrite the fate of the Rostov subsector.

Sending the Orcish Warmoon to the Necropolis Throne world was a dangerous gamble from the start. The clash between the two arch-enemies did give the Empire a much-needed respite, but this fragile balance could collapse at any moment.

Chen Xi knew better than anyone that when the barbarity of the Orks and the cold technology of the Necromancers were decided, the victor would crush the entire subsector with overwhelming force.

While the Imperial fleet was powerful, in a remote region like Rostov, the garrison was simply no match for a complete Necromancer dynasty or the Orcish War Moon.

Neither the space necromancers nor the orcs are something that the Rostov Subsector or the Mariupol Sector can withstand.

The Empire might be able to defeat them at a great cost, but in that case, the entire Rostov sub-sector would probably be wiped out.

Chen Xi was racking his brains about how to completely eliminate these two threats, and had no choice but to urge the imperial army to hastily engage in battle.

However, Vallis's prophecy not only gave him urgency to act, but also revealed a solution once and for all—an opportunity to eliminate both threats at the same time.

According to the confidential information Chen Xi possessed, when Muswag and Zanazt determine a winner, the victor will return to the Khorne Demon Realm and regain the full power of the Demon Prince.

This process will inevitably open a passage to the realm of the Blood God.

Normally, such spatial rifts are fleeting—the descent of demons into the mortal realm comes at a great cost, but returning to the warp is almost effortless, and they may even be automatically repatriated.

But this time it's different.

If the victor were to directly confront Khorne himself, it would be an excellent opportunity for a psionic master like Ahriman to pinpoint the coordinates of the Blood God's domain.

More importantly, they can use this to tear space in reverse, creating a giant rift large enough to swallow planetary objects.

Chen Xi's plan was nothing short of insane: first, help Muswag kill Zanazt, then use the spatial fluctuations during its return journey to send the Battle Moon and the Throne of the Dead as "sacrifices" to the Khorne Demon Realm.

This plan requires near-miraculous precision.

Even with the help of Ahriman and the Sorcerer Supreme, the chances of success remain slim.

Locking down the Khorne Demon Realm is already incredibly difficult, let alone maintaining a massive rift capable of teleporting between two planets.

But at this moment, fate gave Chen Xi a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—not just one, but two ready-made "keys" were right in front of him.

“Time is running out.” Chen Xi stared at the psionic vortex that was gradually taking shape at the center of the ritual. He could feel that the battle between the two demon princes had reached a fever pitch.

Ahriman's scepter suddenly emitted a blinding light: "The warp tides are intensifying!"

His warning carried an unusual urgency.

Chen Xi knew that this high-stakes gamble had reached its most critical moment—they had to complete the ultimate ritual that would banish both of them before the two demon princes were decided.

Otherwise, what awaits the Rostov sub-sector is a one-sided massacre.

(End of this chapter)