Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 208 Run!

Ironface had already removed his helmet, the one with the goggles torn off by the demon, and tossed it aside. His power armor was also covered in scratches. However, judging from the occasional electromagnetic sounds emanating from his power backpack, his power armor was still functioning.

He looked at the pile of demon corpses at his feet, which had almost formed a small mountain, and then at the now completely empty corridors and halls around him. He immediately relaxed. These demons were truly insane; every attack they launched was aimed at their heads and vital parts of their bodies.

Even though their strength was weak, and they might not even be able to scratch the paint on their power armor, they still charged forward fearlessly. Fortunately, they had now left warp space and entered the real universe. These physical demons, formed from warp energy, had finally lost their support.

Tie Hui's numb limbs, which were almost devoid of feeling, suddenly relaxed, and he instantly tumbled from the pile of corpses onto the plastic steel armor plate.

The Astartes and Tiberius around them were about to step forward when they saw this, but their legs buckled and they all knelt on the ground.

But when they saw Tie Hui struggling to sit up again, they were relieved, and everyone collapsed to the ground without caring about their image.

Tie Hui took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

This was like a heavy ox panting, and a blood-red wave of air shot out from its nostrils.

Even at its feet, parts of the internal organs and flesh on some of the nearby, upper-level demon corpses were trembling from the airflow.

The killing had lasted too long, and the sprayed blood had already mixed with the air. Even though the power armor had an air filtration and circulation system.

However, in this area, the massive amount of casualties and deaths generated in a short period of time caused blood mist to spread, which even the power armor's breathing filtration system could not completely block.

So much so that, fueled by their frenzied killing intent and the rush of their blood, their rapid breathing caused them to inhale the blood mist emanating from the demon's body into their nasal cavities.

Over time, nasal mucus gradually formed and solidified on the inner wall of the nose.

It was only until now that it suddenly exhaled with a heavy breath, forming a strange spectacle like a wave of blood.

Thirty-two Astartes lay sprawled on the ground, utterly devoid of any dignity or imposing presence. All around them lay fragments of demon corpses and bloodied entrails.

But they couldn't care less about anything else. Most of the Astartes used their last bit of strength to take off their helmets and throw them aside, panting heavily.

Although the power armor still has energy to support their bodies and allow them to move.

However, this kind of high-intensity, long-term battle, where they had to be fully focused, still left them physically and mentally exhausted.

呲——

Just as everyone was slumped on the ground recovering their strength, the airlock behind them suddenly opened. Instinctively, everyone turned to stand up and defend themselves.

However, physical exhaustion made their movements almost as slow as ordinary mortals, but fortunately, the power armor was still providing support.

But when everyone saw who it was, they all rolled their eyes and cursed under their breath before lying back down on the ground.

"You're exactly like those traitorous Alpha bastards! Regils!" Tiberos, due to the level of his nanocore, still possessed some strength. He felt ashamed for having been so startled by this Astartes' commotion that he almost triggered his defenses.

The man named Regilstastad stood at the door, bewildered. He recalled the eye-rolls his brothers had just given him.

And the angry rebuke from his own battle leader made him scratch his head pitifully, but then he bumped into the helmet he was still wearing.

But as he moved, the iron chain around his waist swayed, and the sound it made drew everyone's attention.

Only then did Regils realize what was happening. He hurriedly grabbed the chains behind him and pulled the iron coffin, pieced together from scraps of black stone armor, between the group. "Star Speaker—Migars! It was because of her guidance that I was able to control the warship and leap out of the warp." Regils unfastened the chains, lifting the black stone armor to reveal a Star Speaker huddled inside, arms crossed and trembling.

"So where are we now? Are we still on our own turf?" Tie Hui turned around, slumped on the ground, and asked Regis.

If they could return to the territory of their respective warbands, that would be fine, but if they ended up in other places, they could only pray for the Emperor's protection.

After all, this is a space that was jumped from somewhere in the subspace, and there's no guarantee that they won't jump near the Eye of Fear in the real universe...

Tie Hui subconsciously smacked his lips and swallowed. He looked at Regis expectantly, awaiting his answer.

Meanwhile, the other brothers, including Tiberius, also stared intently at their brother.

They want to hear the answers they want to hear!
But when everyone saw the hesitant and troubled expression on this man's face, their hearts skipped a beat.

That expression is strange. Could it be that I've really traveled to the land of the scaredy-cat? If so, the warships should have been attacked by now, right?

How can it be so quiet?
boom--

Suddenly, a deafening explosion resounded inside the warship, followed by a violent shaking of the entire vessel.

Everyone "..."

"Get moving! Get moving! Everyone, get to your positions immediately and activate the Void Shield!" Tiberius was the first to scramble to his feet and run towards the command room, shouting for everyone to stand up and take over the various warship positions that were originally operated by mortals.

Damn it, too many crew members have died.

Ignoring his fatigue, Tie Hui took a deep breath and quickly got up.

He rushed toward the command center, and as he passed the black stone armored coffin, he glanced at the Star Speaker Migars, who was still trembling and huddled inside. He couldn't help but sigh, his heart filled with helplessness.

You've really entered the enemy's territory.

And now even the Star Language Choir only has one Transcendent Star Language Speaker left. To think they could escape now would be...

The Emperor sits on his throne—the Milky Way shines!
"So which star system are we in now?" Tie Hui asked as soon as he entered the command room, eager for an answer.

But all he received in response was the silence of the Astartes around him.

This answer immediately silenced Tie Hui as well.

He genuinely felt they were doomed; this kind of response had already sealed their fate.

“We…” Tiberos stared intently at the sector information displayed on the command screen, feeling his lips cracking and his throat burning for some reason.

But he still said, "We've arrived in Dalowa!"

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(End of this chapter)