Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 198 Five-pointed Star: Shall I leave?
The explosive gun fired wildly at the chin of a gladiator champion, hitting the front half of his head until it was completely minced meat, before finally kicking the already dead corpse to the ground.

The servo skull quickly moved forward to reload the explosive pistol, and Tie Hui slung the pistol back onto his waist. However, he still held the power sword, not letting his guard down completely.

He stared silently at the corpses scattered on the ground, lost in deep thought.

He could hardly believe his own eyes. The crew had so easily boarded the enemy flagship and then so easily slaughtered most of the enemy's troops stationed there.

Tie Hui looked at the five-pointed star on his chest. He would never believe it wasn't a blessing from the Emperor.

After all, he had already jumped onto the man's face and started fighting, so Khorne must have noticed him long ago. Since he had already jumped onto the man's face, there was no reason not to catch him.

Based on this understanding, Khorne should have blessed these people. But judging from the intensity of the battle and the strength of the enemy, it seems he didn't bestow any blessings?

No, that's not quite right... it should be called a blessing, but it seems to be a reverse blessing. It gave this group of Chaos War Clan members a bunch of negative buffs.

After all, when they first clashed, this group's performance was incredibly underwhelming. They were like scouts from the Astartes Legion.

It's the kind of situation where an upgrade surgery is underway, but the transplantation of the Astartes-specific organs hasn't been completed yet!

"By the Emperor!" Tie Hui said sincerely, a rare occurrence. The other combat brothers who were searching for any remaining survivors looked at him with surprise upon hearing this.

After all, this man often spoke disrespectfully to the emperor! And they were used to it, but today it was rare to hear him utter words of praise for the emperor.

But after saying that, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

Meanwhile, in the subspace, a red pentagram enveloping a certain Earthly Rank seemed to stiffen for a moment after hearing the words that drifted from the real world into the subspace.

Then it unleashed its tentacles and vanished in a flash!
In that brief moment, the eyes of the four peddlers in the subspace were instantly fixed on them.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Fleet, which was meticulously searching each star sector on the frontier of the Ghoul Starfield, halted its advance and search at this moment.

After all the Chaos Astartes boarded the ship, they ignored the various devices left behind below, or rather, the other Chaos mortals.

They directly started the spaceship's engines, forcibly breaking through the veil between subspace and reality, and sped off in a certain direction.

Upon witnessing this scene, the four small vendors in the warp all offered assistance to their respective Chaos fleets.

But Tie Hui was completely unaware of all of this. He stomped on the head of the mangled, limb-severed hunting dog that had been thrown to the ground, crushing it.

As the sounds of explosive guns around him faded away, he looked at the blood and gore scattered all over the command cabin.

This means they've captured the flagship of this warband. It's only a matter of time before the rest of the Chaos Fleet is destroyed.

At the landing site of the Berserker, a technical sergeant brandished a smoke flare. A dozen or so servo skulls began flashing green lights in their eye sockets in a staggered pattern.

The crew members on standby and observing aboard the Seraph were invigorated by this sight, as was a technical sergeant who had been anxiously waiting nearby after seeing the report.

The crew was immediately instructed to turn on their lights and relay the message to Tiberius and his men. Due to the influence of Chaos, the warp was currently turbulent, and the presence of Chaos forces was intermittently affecting both physical and warp communications on the battlefield. Tiberius, aboard the ship, was greatly encouraged upon hearing the crew's report. With his command, the order to board and advance was relayed down the chain of command.

The man-eating shark Astartes, which had been poised to strike, was instantly deployed, without even needing to use its boarding torpedoes.

A group of people activated their nano-core armor directly through the pipes, and the engines on their backs propelled them straight toward the enemy warship, behind the space torpedoes used to cover them.

What sets them apart is the variety of individual weapons they carry, with the most common being molten metal bombs!
Meanwhile, the Astartes, which had been relentlessly intercepting and hunting the assault ships that were boarding the 331 Warriors in space, also received the news and quickly returned to their own warships for a quick resupply. After that, they took a large number of molten metal bombs and charged straight towards the enemy fleet.

At this moment, the shark pack tactics of the shark gang were put into use.

Using space torpedoes as cover, they quickly landed at the gaps in the ship's hull created by the space torpedoes.

With the high mobility granted by the nano-core, they quickly cleared away all the melee weapons on the ship's hull with molten metal bombs.

The remaining Chaos Astartes of the 331 Warriors Warband, now without their leader, are already in a state of panic.

However, what they were more often driven by was the bloodlust ignited by the Butcher's Nail, which quickly consumed their reason. One of the main reasons their warband was able to maintain discipline was Costus Thalas.

With his death, the discipline of the entire gang began to crumble rapidly. They fell into fighting each other independently, but for some reason, as their own tactical discipline collapsed, their own strength increased remarkably.

Boom boom boom boom——

The massive explosion instantly ripped a destroyer in two. Flames erupted directly from the gun barrels, followed by another explosion that sent debris flying everywhere, turning the entire warship into something resembling a sugarcane split in two.

A figure burst forth from the dissipating flames. Tiberius dodged left and right, avoiding the debris from the explosion and the attacks raining down on him from all sides.

In the battle just now, he single-handedly destroyed a warship.

As the shark swarm tactic was executed, he quickly directed the sharks to draw all the firepower of one of the destroyers.

Then, taking advantage of the lull when their firepower was diverted, he flew directly into the muzzle of the cannon that he had just locked onto and fired.

Until it flew to the bottom of the cannon barrel, several hot melt bombs blew open the breech at the bottom of the barrel. Then he stepped into the warship and immediately saw a mechanical priest of the Dark Mechanicus, who was directing a group of flesh-and-blood creatures to transport a cannon shell full of flesh and blood.

That member of the Dark Mechanicus was a complete idiot, a truly idiotic idiot! There have been instances in history where this kind of tactical advance has been used before.

However, such a tactic had never been seen before, with only one person and one suit of armor. While the dark mechanical priest was still in a daze, a bomb shattered his waist, splitting him in two, and then another bomb blasted his head off.

But at the same time, the alarm blared. Countless flesh-and-blood hounds rushed forward, only to be torn to shreds by the sacred claws on his hands.

Even the vampires and blood scribes rushed over, and the appearance of these basic demons caused his expression to change drastically.

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(End of this chapter)