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Having achieved his goal, death no longer frightened him.

However, the imagined pain did not occur.

Instead, the demon let out a shrill scream and then fled in a sorry state.

He opened his eyes and saw an angel bathed in light standing before him.

He wore golden armor, a weeping mask, and had a pair of pure white wings on his back.

“Saint…Saint Gilles!!” Jaylen was so excited he couldn’t speak coherently.

"You shouldn't die here. Go back."

"I will save Baal."

As soon as he finished speaking, the turbulent subspace sea parted, and a path appeared in front of Jaylen.

Jaylen wanted to say something more, but the other party didn't give him the chance. Instead, they pushed him onto the road and plunged him into reality.

Then, Litt awoke from the dormant pod and sat up abruptly.

He grabbed Gino, who was next to the cradle.

He shouted when the other person looked terrified and uneasy.

"Go quickly, go tell the son of the angels that he has returned."

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Chapter 169 Dying in the Name of an Angel

The Bar system's interstellar relay station is located at the highest point of the broken mountains of Bar Enceladus.

Built against the backdrop of towering, cliff-lined mountains.

The slope is very steep, and the route is covered with dry, cold boulders, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

At this moment, the place was a complete mess.

Black smoke, the residue of a fierce battle, rose everywhere.

Deep, charred craters created by artillery shells are visible everywhere.

Hundreds of thousands of Tyrande corpses lay scattered among the boulders.

The cold brought by the low pressure caused frost to freeze on their bodies as well.

Some of the Tyranid creatures that weren't quite dead would still twitch from time to time.

Harkin, the chapter leader of the Crimson Blade chapter, stared coldly at the corpses of the Tyranids.

Ordinary soldiers moved among the corpses, inspecting the battlefield.

Search for surviving companions and finish off any aliens that aren't quite dead yet.

Hajin mentally calculated that this should be the 48th attack launched by Tyron Bio.

Wave after wave,

These aliens seem tireless and indifferent to casualties, going on a rampage every time.

Ha Jin's brothers are falling one after another, their numbers dwindling.

The ordinary soldiers were also exhausted and covered in wounds.

No matter what, they will not compromise.

Even if they fight to the last man, the offspring of angels will not yield.

Hajin has lived for four hundred years, but he only became a warband commander a few days ago.

The previous chapter leader was Ga'an.

An experienced, powerful, and highly skilled swordsman of the empire, with a distinguished record.

But not long ago, Gian fell.

When Tyronn launched his 32nd offensive,

Countless Tyranid creatures surged in like a tide; everywhere one looked, there were Tyranid creatures.

The Star Language Relay Station was on the verge of falling.

Gian selected an elite squad to carry out a decapitation strike.

The goal is to kill the node creatures in exchange for victory.

Hajin wanted to go with them, but was ordered to stay by Jia'an.

"They have to be led by someone."

"It was me before; if I can't come back, then it's you."

"Hakin, you are the only person I can trust to take care of."

After leaving those words, Jia'an led his squad out.

The decapitation tactic was successful; the Tyranids were routed and retreated, leaving behind piles of corpses.

However, Jia'an and the others did not return.

When Hajin led his team out and found Gaan, he was standing atop a mountain of corpses.

A massive node creature lay sprawled nearby, utterly dead.

The mangled corpses of several brothers lay scattered nearby.

None of them were intact; they were all torn to pieces, their deaths tragic.

"First blood, you win."

Hajin called out to Gian, but received no response.

He climbed over the mountains of insect corpses and stood before Gaan, only to find that the man was already dead.

Jia'an's body was pierced by the insect's sharp segments, and his internal organs spilled out.

But he supported himself with the sword in his hand, standing atop the pile of corpses.

The helmet shattered from the fierce battle, exposing the weathered, scarred face to the cold air.

Anger still lingered on his resolute face.

Hajin saluted the dead chapter commander and brought back the bodies of Gaan and his fallen comrades.

After that, Hajin took over as the chapter leader.

As of now, they have only 157 brothers left.

It's unclear how much longer Hakin can hold on.

But he knew very well that without reinforcements, their defeat was only a matter of time.

"First Blood".

Technical Sergeant Kanok saluted Hagin.

His right fist struck the armor on his chest with a dull thud.

"According to the reconnaissance results, the enemy seems to be in chaos, as if the will of the hive has been disturbed by the changes in the void."

"Should we attack? First blood?" Kanok asked.

Hajin looked up, but could see neither the stars nor the void warships.

An eerie light rolled like ocean waves, and everything was changed.

“The Star Speakers must live,” Hakin said. “That’s our top priority.”

“Alright, first blood.” Kanok bowed.

"Let the soldiers rest, repair their weapons and equipment as much as possible, and replenish the automatic turrets with bullets and batteries. We need to prepare for the next round of battle."

Hakin paused, thought for a moment, and then added,

"There's one more thing. Go to the communications station and see if you can contact anyone. Anyone will do; we need to know something about what's happening outside!"

“No news at all,” Kanok said. “I’ve been trying every three hours, and I haven’t heard anything since I received news five days ago about the Cabanda’s invasion of Bavet.”

“That doesn’t mean they’re all dead. Keep in touch and bring the Star Speakers over. We need to check on them, have them pray, and prevent demons from entering their souls while we know nothing about them.”

“Uh! Maybe not.” Kanok shrugged, pointing behind Hakin. “Because they’re already here.”

Hakin turned around and saw Master Litt walking towards him, supported by Gino and another servant, his face beaming with excitement.

"What happened?" Hakin frowned.

“He’s here,” Litt said. “The angel, the angel has come.”

Hakin sized up Litt, searching for any unusual features.

He suspected that the psychic had been replaced by a demon.

"What are you talking about?"

“It’s an angel,” Litt repeated incoherently, “believe me.”

“The angel is dead. He died ten thousand years ago at the hands of his rebellious brother,” Hakin said. “You may have seen something, but that was definitely not an angel, understand?”

"Remain calm and rational, Master Litt. In the name of the Emperor, begin the prayer now."

At Hakin's request, Litt began to pray.

Faith empowers and brings peace.

Leeteuk suppressed his excitement and began to calmly recount everything he had seen.

A lighthouse that does not belong to Terra, a magnificent hymn, and a holy angel with pure white wings, wearing golden armor, and wings on his back.

“That’s an angel, exactly the same,” Litt emphasized. “He said he would save Baal and was on his way.”

"Could it be San Giuliano?" Hagin remained skeptical.

Saint Gilles was dead, and his body was kept in the crypt at the bottom of the Fortress of Angels.

According to think tanks, the angel's soul is shattered and there is no possibility of resurrection.

San Giuliano, on the other hand, is quite common.

Whenever the children of angels are in danger, there is a certain probability that they will see Saint Gileonino.

“No, I have seen San Giuliano. He looks a lot like an angel, but he is easily recognizable,” Litt said. “He is a true angel, perhaps not the one of Baal, but an angel belonging to the Emperor, to mankind.”

"No matter what, he is coming, bringing redemption and hope."

"What should we do?" Kanok asked Hajin.

After a moment's thought, Hajin said, "Try to contact other units and tell them that reinforcements are coming."

"Shouldn't we double-check this information?" Kanok said.

“Could things get any worse, my brother?” Harkin looked at Kanok. “Anyway, the children of angels are heading towards failure.”

"Give them some hope, at least so they don't die in despair, and let them hold on as long as possible."

Kanok placed his fist on his chest. "Alright, as you command. We'll keep sending messages until the message gets out."

Hakin nodded and looked into the distance.

An angel?

Who is it?

Did the Emperor use His power to resurrect Saint Gilles in another place?

Although Saint Gilles' death has been confirmed, who can be 100% certain that the Primarch cannot be resurrected?

Several of the emperor's sons had the experience of dying and then being resurrected.

"Could it really be Saint Gilles?"

Hakin thought to himself.

At that moment, the alarm sounded.