Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 228 Tensions Rise Between the Two Sides

Ka La——

As the Stormhawks, Land Raiders, and Kasethus slowly revealed their clear forms at the entrance, all the Astartes hidden in their firing positions cocked their guns and slowly aimed their muzzles and sights at the vehicles.

Meanwhile, inside the Stormhawk gunship, Tiberius, guarding Iron Glow, held a remote control in his hand. If the timing was right, he could press the button and the trap bomb buried at the entrance would explode instantly, causing even greater chaos and breaches.

At that time, the Stormbirds they were riding could also take advantage of the chaos to break through.

A Stormhawk sped from the formation toward the entrance. All the Astartes had their hands on the triggers, ready to unleash a detonation bomb the moment the hatch opened and the enemy made any dangerous moves.

As the Stormhawk spun around at the entrance, it slowly reversed into the parking space. At the same time, the rear hatch opened, and all the lurking man-eating sharks held their breath.

Tiberius, in particular, stared intently at who was inside the open rear hatch.
As soon as a familiar golden light came into view, Tiberos's pupils dilated, and he hurriedly shouted into the communicator, "Cease fire! Everyone take cover! It's the Imperial Guard!"

He cursed inwardly at the same time, not expecting that a member of the Imperial Guard would actually come. Although he knew that the simultaneous appearance of Stormhawk, Rand Raider, and Kasethus likely represented a joint operation between the Imperial Guard and the Silent Sisters.

When I first saw what these vehicles looked like, I was still hoping for the best, but who would have thought it was actually true?

This also greatly reduced his initial vigilance; since it was the Imperial Guard and the Silent Sisters, it meant they were basically safe.

However, the danger could not be completely ruled out. Seeing this, Tiberius was the first to dismount from the Stormbird.

He wanted to personally meet with the Imperial Guards and the Sisters of Silence who had come. He wanted to find out what their true purpose was.
As the hatch opened completely, the Imperial Guard, clad in golden armor and possessing a more proportionate physique than the heavy power armor of the Astartes, slowly stepped up from a distance of 10 meters above the deck and leaped into the air.

Atal Tawar, holding a relic spear, stood proudly at the entrance to the empty carrier-based aircraft launch platform.

It has a kind of air of one man guarding the pass and ten thousand men cannot break through.

His strength should not be underestimated, especially the relic spear he wields. It contains a relic destroyer from the dark age of technology, capable of firing a directional disintegration beam that can instantly vaporize the molecular structure of its target.

As someone who spent most of his time outside the Imperial Starbearer, Tiberius had clearly seen a lot of things from the Dark Ages.

The relic spear in the guard's hand was exactly within Tiberius's recognizable range. After recognizing the weapon, his expression turned extremely grim!
The number of Imperial Guards stationed in the Nakmonde Corridor is small, and their names are largely unknown. However, the specific weapons carried by the guards of the key leaders are enough to identify them.

Therefore, Tiberius had a vague idea of ​​the identity of the guard in front of him. However, he dared not be certain and could only quickly step forward to stand before the guard.

However, with his muscles taut, the tactical fearless armor on his body was already at maximum power, and the servo sound of its internal energy operation could even be heard.

If his guess was correct, then the Imperial Guard before him was definitely not someone to be trifled with. If anything went wrong, he would use this body, which had served the Emperor faithfully for who knows how long, to intercept this Imperial Guard.

After performing a Skyhawk salute, he looked up at the Imperial Guard standing before him and spoke first, "The Shark Chapter, Chapter Master Tiberos pays tribute to the Emperor's Imperial Guard!"

Atal Tival, his head held high by his golden helmet, did not bow beneath his armor; his eyes looked down at Tiberius, who was bowing. Tiberius merely nodded slightly in response to Atal's gaze.

To be honest, he really looked down on these Astartes, and the entire Imperial Guard looked down on them, even to the point of hostility and hatred. Aside from a few specific individuals with whom they could still communicate amicably, they wished nothing more than to eliminate the rest.

"We have come here on the orders of the Emperor, the Regent Primarch Guilliman, and the Commander of the Guard, Waldo, to welcome back the Emperor's Chosen One. If the Chapter Master knows the location of the Chosen One, please lead us there!" The arrogant tone that rang out immediately made Tiberius and the Astartes listening to the conversation on the communication channel frown.

But in the next moment, all discontent vanished, replaced by horror and a determination to fight to the death.

As subsequent vehicles arrived, several Imperial Guards and fully armed Sisters of Silence also came to the entrance of the carrier-based aircraft platform.

At the same time, the Astartes of the Rift Fortress main battle group also poured in and lined up in formation at the back, while a large number of mortal auxiliary troops quickly poured in and dispersed to the surrounding areas.

Bastian Grix and Cassandra Varos walked up side by side and stood alongside Atal Tevar, facing Tiberos.

The scene resembled a joint trial of the three armies, and even Tiberius couldn't help but subconsciously swallow.

He gripped the remote control for the trap bomb tightly in his hand.

Atal Tawar glanced around at the scene, then said in a deep voice, "Withdraw all the people you've hidden. These little tricks are nothing to us."

As he spoke, he slowly raised the weapon in his hand, then suddenly swung it down and slung it behind his back. "Hand over the Emperor's Chosen One to us, or we will have reason to suspect that you have colluded with Chaos!"

Upon hearing this, Tiberius frowned deeply, almost unable to resist taking action. "I cannot guarantee that you will cause any harm to the Emperor's Chosen Ones, so I need you to provide sufficient proof to convince me! Furthermore, the Emperor's Chosen Ones have been protected by us since their inception, so I'm afraid I find it difficult to trust you, Your Excellency!"

Upon hearing this, Atal Tawar narrowed his eyes, a hint of murderous intent flashing deep in his pupils.

But then Cassandra Varos stepped forward first and identified herself using sign language, followed by Bastian Glicks.

Moreover, both of them produced their own proof and a letter of proof personally signed by the Regent.

After a thorough inspection, Tiberius's vigilance and tension dissipated considerably, but he still harbored resentment towards the guard.

“Excuse my bluntness, gentlemen!” Tiberos addressed the three, then turned to Bastian Grix and Cassandra Varos. “I have great faith in you both!” He then looked at Atal Tival with extreme caution. “I have absolutely no faith in you! This once-renowned Lord of the Imperial Guard!”

The atmosphere instantly turned cold upon hearing this. Atal Tavar, whose eyes had been narrowed, suddenly opened up, revealing a hint of murderous intent that surged forth like a waterfall.

Really looking for death!

With a whoosh, the ancient spear in his hand instantly activated, launching an upward slash, its stance determined to cleave the offender in two.

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(End of this chapter)