Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 237 Vanguard Astartes
"Damn it!" Bastian Grix cursed as he watched the battle report being transmitted back.

Even someone as well-educated and highly cultured as him, born into a noble family in the world of Alteramar, couldn't help but swear after seeing the video.

After watching the video in silence, Chief Technical Sergeant Batizan Nicol of the chapter remained expressionless and blinked rhythmically.

He simply couldn't fathom how the Empire's Mechanic Order could possibly possess such a comprehensive, mass-producible armor for individual soldiers.

Although the Mechanicus are, at their core, collaborators with the Empire, they secretly possess countless valuable items and forbidden technologies from the Dark Ages.

But how could these damned red-robed oil geezers have hidden such a seemingly harmless technology that could so greatly enhance Astartes' strength?

It seems that once we get back, we really need to have the Chapter Leader propose to His Highness the Regent that we join forces with the group of forging generals on Mars to conduct a surprise inspection of the forging worlds of the Mechanicus throughout the Empire.

After watching the entire video, Bastian Glicks leaned back and slumped into his command chair, looking up at the ceiling of the command room and letting out a sigh.

Chief Technical Sergeant Battizan Nicol, who was still plotting how to punish this group of nerds, was immediately enraged when he saw his battle captain's expression and asked directly, "Captain, say something!"

Bastian Grix stared blankly, turned to his chief technical sergeant, and asked numbly, "What else is there to say? It's obvious that these damned geeks only brought out this good stuff because of the appearance of the Emperor's Chosen."

He then turned his head and looked somewhat sinisterly at a mechanical priest in the distance who was operating the machine servant repair facility. "Perhaps... we really should take a good look at these partners!"

The mechanical priest suddenly felt a jolt all over his body for no apparent reason, so much so that he almost failed to lock the valve of the waste oil nozzle, causing it to spray out the waste oil.

This pleasurable sensation of urinating had vanished without a trace after he replaced his manhood with mechanical parts, but who would have thought it would suddenly reappear this time?

For a moment, this left him somewhat bewildered, and he could only look around warily. He had a feeling that there was a group of people with ill intentions who wanted to steal the sacred toaster manufacturing technology that he had painstakingly obtained from a "trading fleet" led by Astartes.

The war in the Dalowa system was swift, following the Empire's relentless and costless destruction of the three main node facilities: Tide Station, Demon Gate, and Forging World.

The only place that still poses a threat to it is the main star of the Darova system.

As for other facilities, they are no longer a major obstacle; a single Nova Cannon shot will turn them into space debris.

Knowing that all was lost, Harken the Walker has begun to gather his remaining forces, sending his elite troops from the Black Legion to prepare for a breakout.

The Imperial army, which began to encircle them, ordered other warbands that worshipped the four Chaos Gods to cover their retreat.

This infuriated many gang leaders, who were so angry they cursed and swore.

Especially when they knew that they were in dire straits at the front and that the rear was preparing to evacuate, they turned around and prepared to leave without saying a word.

However, this only applies to powerful warbands with various trump cards. As for those warbands with fewer members and weaker strength, they can't even withdraw if they want to.

So all he could do was cry out in anguish to the guild members who had already withdrawn, "Give us a hand, give us a hand!"

Meanwhile, those battle gangs that had already withdrawn, upon seeing their brothers who were asking for help, fully demonstrated what it means to remain steadfast in the face of ally trouble.

This scene sent the Four Gods' blood pressure soaring. They hadn't gained anything from this trip. Now, judging from the situation, they were about to lose a significant number of their followers and warbands. Khorne, especially seeing his own warbands starting to retreat and showing signs of panic, sat on his bronze throne and angrily cursed, "Damn it! The followers are incompetent, betraying their rights and disgracing the gods! It seems I must intervene!"

As he spoke, a surge of energy traversed the turbulent subspace and precisely struck his own gang members.

Immediately afterwards, these members of the warband who worshipped the god Khorne were completely demonized. Most of them were already enchanted warriors, and with the blessing of Khorne, they underwent a complete demonic transformation.

Those members of the various war gangs who were still retreating, along with Harken, all had a sudden realization when they saw this. At that moment, they understood what it meant for a clever person's scheming to be no match for a fool's quick thinking.

"They are truly good brothers!" Harken exclaimed happily, then said to his adjutant with great sorrow, "To live up to the sacrifices of these good brothers, let's break through the encirclement immediately!"

"Yes!"

The members of the Khorne Warband, who had been completely demonized, roared to the sky after feeling their own power, and charged desperately at the Imperial army that was surrounding them.

Kronencia: "Brilliant!"

However, just as this group of Khorne Astartes was about to engage the Imperial army in close combat, a thick orange beam of light pierced through a hole in a ship, shattering the breastplate of one of the Chaos Astartes and creating a huge hole in his chest.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of everyone on both sides of the battlefield. Looking over, they saw one Astartes after another wearing more futuristic and cool power armor, swimming in space like sharks in the deep sea. Every now and then, an attack would shoot into these chaotic Astartes through the gaps in these wrecked ships.

Immediately afterwards, the group of shark-like Astartes rushed through the cave entrance and struck a Chaos Astartes hard in the face.

The nano-blades that condensed at his wrist sliced ​​off half of his skull along the gap.

A squad of more than 20 Chaos Astartes, still devoted to Khorne, was wiped out in less than two minutes by the close coordination of this new type of Astartes.

This sudden turn of events left Khorne, who was still enjoying the spectacle, completely stunned on his throne.

"I don't understand!" (Fenghua accent)

There's no thrill to be had from killing!
What he wanted was the ultimate slaughter, the flow of blood, the terrifying atmosphere of war, and the courage of the extremely weak to draw their swords and charge at the extremely strong.

So what is this now?

Especially this group of Astartes who appeared out of nowhere; every attack they launched carried the aura of the cursed.

This is also why they were able to kill their own Astartes followers so easily, quickly, and efficiently.

With the addition of new members to the Shark Squad, the tide of battle was quickly turned back to the Empire's side.

Large numbers of troops have already begun to arrive at the main star's orbit from other fronts, conducting large-scale landings and airdrops through key nodes controlled by their own factions.

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(End of this chapter)