This World Has Finally Gone Mad, Emperor, Why Did You Attack?

Strike the Imperium?!

"What a loyal combination. Next, let's see how they perform in actual combat..."

Ron looked at the Genestealer Legion of the Damned he had created and was very satisfied.

Although a few small mistakes had occurred during the creation process, making it impossible to use human souls, he had still completed the creation with Genestealer souls.

After all, aside from the Genestealer Patriarch, most Genestealers had been transformed from humans. They were humans whose thoughts and wills had been controlled by the Tyranid, and they still retained remnants of their souls.

They could serve as materials, taking a roundabout route to complete the shaping of the Legion of the Damned Warriors, and they were even easier to control.

These Warp lifeforms pieced together from Genestealer souls had almost no flaws aside from being a little less intelligent and a little more costly to sustain.

Those Genestealers of the Damned went WAAAGH, their charge incredibly fierce.

Their heavy bodies made the metal floor tremble as they pressed toward the cathedral defense line with unstoppable momentum.

"My God!"

"What heresy!"

"They should be burned to ash by Holy Flame!"

On the other side of the defense line, the warriors of the Rift Lords Chapter and the Frateris Templar had an absolutely terrible experience facing the charge.

Their formation even fell into chaos for a time, and they had no idea how to deal with such a strange xenos heretic army.

Their worldview had been shaken, and before they could even react—

Suppose, and I mean suppose, a group of Genestealers over four meters tall, dressed in Golden Aquila Power Armor, decorated with holy skulls, carrying Bolters, Chainswords, and Eldar weapons, came charging at you while screaming like Orks.

What would you do?

And what if the Sound Generators on