Warhammer 40: Starting as a Rogue Trader

Chapter 212 Martyred Nun
However, looking at the Imperial warships in the distance, Abaddon's expression was not so good. He clearly saw that some of the Imperial warships had been severely damaged by him, but although they had escaped, they had been repaired in a short time.
But now these warships seem to have never experienced any war.

The size of the fleet also exceeded his original estimate.

"The surrounding star sectors still have the capacity to support Cardia?! Even if they force their way through the warp storm, they shouldn't be without losses."

He also discovered that the Empire's warships had launched an attack.

The former followers of the false emperor, who had once been so reluctant to switch sides, actually took the initiative and carried out the switch.

If it were the loyal Astartes, that would be one thing, but the ones who jumped in were actually mortals. What he found most unacceptable was that the mortal rebels who had received the blessing of Chaos were actually suppressed by the enemy!
What's the point of receiving that blessing? Was it a free blessing?
The encounter between the vanguard and the Imperial warships has already completely paralyzed several warships by the Imperial mortals who jumped over the border!

These jumping squads were Imperial troops disguised in combat suits. These Imperial troops were carrying out a complete suicide attack. Their fate was sealed the moment they boarded the Chaos warships. The size disadvantage of the Imperial warships over the Chaos warships meant they had no chance to return.

All they could do was rely on the equipment they had received as aid to inflict as much damage as possible on the enemy and cripple Chaos's warships, and they did indeed achieve their goal.

They used human lives to make up for the disadvantage in the number of warships.

The Chaos Mortal followers were no match for the loyal soldiers who had donned combat suits in the narrow passageways of the warship.

The plasma engines were detonated, the fire decks were destroyed, and a series of internal explosions rendered these Chaos warships incapable of maneuvering.

“Uscanso, take your troops and deal with those treacherous pseudo-emperor soldiers. Execute the commanders on those warships. My legion has no need for such trash. Use their blood and skulls to gain more blessings from the Blood God.”

"For you, my warrior, and for the Lord of Blood!"

As Abaddon watched Uscantho leave, a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes. In Abaddon's eyes, this chosen one beside him was too obsessed with ascending to demonhood, to the point that he had almost completely become Khorne's slave.

Uscantho had been eagerly awaiting the order. He had long sought to become a demon, but no matter how hard he tried, he had never received the reward he desired most. Now, Khorne had suddenly and generously bestowed his blessing upon him.

He sensed that he was not far from ascending to demonhood!

The voice of the Great Blood God echoed in his mind.

If he can offer enough skulls in the upcoming battles, he will have a chance to fully ascend to demonhood.

The Chaos Wizards directly teleported the Chaos Astartes, who worshipped the Blood God, onto those warships.

The generous blessings from the four gods made these traitorous Astartes even stronger.

Crimson Hands, clad in crimson power armor, appeared inside the crippled warship.

In their eyes, both the Chaos servants and the humans of the Empire were targets for slaughter.

The greatest threat comes from the demons summoned by the Chaos Wizards through sacrifice.

The blood, skull, and soul of the dead became offerings, and vampires tore apart the victims' corpses and crawled out from them.

However, the Empire's tactical objective of delaying the enemy has already been achieved.

They destroyed the warships' engines, shields, and weapon systems, making it impossible for these warships to be put back into battle anytime soon.

The Imperial soldiers stranded on the warships fought to the very last moment, chanting the name of the God-Emperor.

Uscanso walked through a compartment on the blood-soaked gun deck of a warship, where the last squad of Imperial soldiers in combat gear had boarded and were holding out.

However, they were ultimately slaughtered by the influx of Khorne demons and the renegade led by Uscantho.

The mortal traitor commander on the warship knelt tremblingly to one side, watching as the Chaos Astartes twisted the heads off their officers one by one.

Now their heads are piled up together.

Their eyes were still filled with disbelief; they couldn't understand why they had been killed by their own side.

The Chaos cultists collect blood and skulls, which can be used as fuel to power the Khorne Demon Engine.

However, Uscano felt no joy at the moment of victory.

The human before him had actually withstood the vampires' intrusion for quite some time, and even after he and the Astartes joined in, he used the performance of his combat suit to exchange two Chaos Astartes for one of their own in a mutual destruction.

The traitors, unfamiliar with the combat suits' capabilities, were melted into dust by the intense heat that pressed against their faces. Although the reactions and combat skills of ordinary humans wearing combat suits were still far inferior to those of Astartes, the thick terracotta armor gave them the opportunity to withstand the attacks of the Firepower Devourers and get close to them.

The Khorne traitors, obsessed with melee combat, were killed by their own actions.

To suffer such losses when facing mortals is utterly disgraceful...

He furiously tore apart the corpses of fallen Imperial soldiers.

"Blood, blood, blood, blood!!" Uscantso craved more battles.

He immediately led his troops toward the next warship.

After becoming familiar with the performance of these combat suits, Chaos became more cautious about these units' boarding maneuvers, and the Imperial boarding forces were able to achieve fewer and fewer tactical objectives.

Inside the blasphemous Chaos warship, the enemy is not only the Chaos cultists, but also the warship itself.

The fierce fleet battle took place in the void, and a portion of the Chaos Fleet's fast attack ships managed to break through the fleet's blockade despite the heavy fire.

They flew over Cardia.

A rain of airdropped pods and troop transports headed toward the landing of Cardia.

Ground fire was destroying these landing forces, but many Chaos units still managed to reach the ground.

On the surface of Cadia, within the largest state religious shrine, the Temple of Santa Monica, a fortress is surrounded by sturdy and thick walls.

The soldiers in Kadia watched as landing craft descended rapidly overhead.

Ground firepower combined to destroy the vehicles filled with Chaos traitors.

At this moment, their eyes no longer held fear, but rather a sense of eagerness.

They had their unit numbers engraved on the shoulder armor of their combat uniforms.

Soldiers from various units of the Cardia Internal Guard, the Cardia Youth Army, and the Cardia Blitzkrieg are holding this position together.

Sister Eleanor, from the Sisters of the Martyrs, gripped her power sword tightly, using a sacred relic that had been enshrined in the cathedral as a weapon.

Behind her were the battle nuns, who were already prepared for battle.

The scriptures enshrined in the temple, filled with prayers to the emperor, were torn off and made into purity marks, which were then affixed to the nuns' exclusive power armor. They did not change into the combat suits provided by Gao Yi and continued to use their original equipment.

"Ginaviev, are you ready?"

"The nuns can't wait any longer, Eleanor. You're finally not hiding in the church chanting prayers anymore. We grew up together, and I prefer you fighting on the front lines of the battlefield. I hope you haven't forgotten how to use the jetpack and the weapons in your hands. If you have, I can help you load your blaster."

“Gina Viv, we are just fighting in different places. The choir’s prayers can help us better protect this church from the corruption of the forces of chaos, but today I am not needed there! We are enough to kill those traitors outside the temple! For the Emperor! Sisters!”
Today, the Emperor's Imperial Guard stands with us!

The nuns all looked at Dius, who was also located on the temple wall.

Dius nodded to the nuns.

Dius gripped his spear tightly with both hands.

Although the Imperial Guard no longer operates on a large scale within the Empire, Diuss's combat training has never slackened. In places unseen by others, the Imperial Guard continues to protect the Empire and face those terrifying enemies.

Meanwhile, the choir inside the temple, led by the fervent bishop, began to chant prayers. Holding edicts and scriptures filled with hymns of praise, they loudly recited prayers to the Holy Emperor.

The entire temple seemed to be protected by the emperor's power.

The bishop, who was already old and somewhat withered, seemed to be full of energy again, and his hoarse shouts even drowned out the choir's singing.

"For the Emperor! Sisters, let's put our faith into action and show these traitors what the Emperor's wrath is!"

(End of this chapter)