Enchanted Warrior

Loyalists launched a counterattack with the help of the Rangers, and the heavily wounded warriors plunged back into battle under the quick treatment of the Medic.

Gao Yi sat in a shuttle high above the battlefield, continuously observing the development of the situation. This battle was no longer like the previous ones involving tens of thousands of people.

Hundreds of thousands of loyalists and traitors engaged in a-siege-and-defense battle around the entire Upper Hive.

However, the dynasty's trend of defeat was halted! The enemy began to be pinned down in their positions, unable to advance.

Only in one direction did Gao Yi frown.

The tense roars of officers at all levels came through the communicators.

And that direction was precisely Pilgrim Square, assaulted by the Word Bearer and Daemon Engines.

"It's Chaos Space Marines! Concentrate fire! Focus fire on them quickly!! Marauder squad, provide fire coverage! Don't let them get close!

Machine Gunners, switch to armor-piercing rounds!"

"Ah? There are really space marines?!"

Loyalists and traitors engaged in a tug-of-war in Pilgrim Square.

It was arguably unexpected yet not entirely surprising news; the only thing that made Gao Yi frown was that this time, instead of just one as at the beginning of the game, there were a full ten.

Heavy firepower composed of loyalists and Daemon Engines exchanged passionate fire on both sides of the square. As more and more fixed emplacements were repaired by SCVs, Daemon Engines were shot to pieces one after another.

Having lost their sanity, Chaos Cultists leaped out of cover to charge, not surviving even a single second.

The dense barrage made it almost impossible for either side wanting to charge to succeed.

Yet even so, Gao Yi found that his Rangers were still continually suffering casualties.

Gao Yi could tell that his Rangers also harbored a hint of fear in their hearts when they saw the Word Bearer.

The might of the Astartes was deeply rooted in the hearts of Warhammer humanity, or else ordinary humans would not be called mortals while the Astartes were called angels.

And these traitor Astartes indeed displayed strength matching that reputation.

It was never just the Power Armour and weapons on them that were powerful, but the modified bodies of the Astartes themselves and the combat experience they possessed.

In terms of conviction, the Word Bearer were even the creme de la creme among traitors.

Facing the loyalists' counterattack, they still responded and counterattacked with composure and calmness.

The engagement distance between the two sides was very close, only one kilometer. Such a distance was entirely within the realm of hundred-percent accuracy for Astartes; the boltguns in their hands could precisely hit the bodies of the Rangers, and possessed by daemons, they also had a certain degree of increased resistance to weapons of the physical world.

When they discovered that their bolts could not shatter the adamantium Combat Suit on the Rangers with a single shot, they immediately changed their tactics.

Subsequently, one Ranger after another fell, and every single hit location was the most vulnerable spot—namely the tactical visor on the helmet and the joints.

When the head was hit, the Medic could not save them, and severed limbs could not be regenerated with the medical gun either.

Yet even braving such firepower, this group of Word Bearer kept advancing, steadily pushing forward by utilizing the ruins in the square.

However, strong as they might be, his good brothers were infinite.

As the battle lines stabilized everywhere, more and more Rangers gathered toward Pilgrim Square.

Trading 100 or even more Rangers for one of their lives was not a loss for Gao Yi at all; human lives were worthless here, while Combat Suits were, in Gao Yi's eyes, not as valuable as a veteran.

"Veil, have the pilot land. Ian, I need you to join the battle; your psyker powers can definitely restrict the traitors' advantage! My soldiers are suffering heavy casualties."

"Facing Chaos, as an Inquisitor, I will definitely give it my all!"

The shuttle landed at the rear of the position.

Gao Yi, Veil, Damon, and Ian stepped out of the aircraft in turn. As Veil and Ian headed toward the frontlines, Gao Yi spoke to the empty air beside him.

"Norris, circle around to the back and find an opportunity to try and take down a few Astartes."

"Understood!"

When the soldiers saw the Rogue Trader personally arrive on the battlefield, their morale climbed once again.

"Servants of the God-Emperor, warriors of the dynasty, that group of Chaos Astartes is not that terrifying! The God-Emperor protects us. For the dynasty, wipe out this group of traitors!"

Gao Yi also picked up a boltgun and began to fire.

The Word Bearer also realized the gravity of the problem.

The human counterattack on the opposite side was becoming increasingly intense, and their ten-man combat squad actually failed to break through the defense line of these humans before them. What was going on with those things very similar to Power Armour? They had never seen such a model.

Were the Combat Suits they wore approaching the sturdiness of their own Power Armour?

They clearly saw the armor of their targets shattered, but before long, they were back to intact, continuing to shoot at them.

Originally, they thought this was merely a capital world of a Rogue Trader's dynasty on its last legs, lacking loyalist-stationed Astartes, elite Astra Militarum regiments, or being an important stronghold of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Yet in a conventional positional battle, they were pinned firmly right here, and trying to break through with conventional offensive methods was clearly impossible.

Even one Word Bearer had lost his mobility under the focused fire of an entire Marauder squad.

The ammunition reserves they carried were also insufficient to sustain them in a prolonged positional battle.

Arriving at the front line, Ian cast a layer of psyker shield upon himself. As an Inquisitor, he also possessed a small force-field generator. He raised the psyker staff in his hand, and lightning materialized out of thin air from his palms; psyker lightning containing destructive power was unleashed toward a Word Bearer.

From this immense power, it could be seen that Ian's psyker level was definitely not low.

The ruins serving as cover were shattered.

Instantly, the psyker power pierced the Power Armour defense of this Word Bearer, reaching right down to his desecrated flesh. Although the psyker energy came from the Warp, the same psyker power had miraculous effects on these fellows influenced by Chaos.

The first true casualty among the Word Bearer appeared.

And Ian's presence also attracted the attention of the other Word Bearer; even Astartes could not lightly dismiss a powerful psyker.

They launched a volley of fire toward Ian, but the bolts were blocked by the psyker shield and field deflection, unable to advance an inch.

"My brothers, unleash the fury within your hearts! Let the power of the Dark Gods fully descend upon our bodies and utterly destroy the enemy ahead."

The three Enchanted Warriors in the Word Bearer squad looked at each other.

And the voices of the daemons possessing their bodies began to ring out.

"Quick! Hand over control of the body to me! I sense the aura of a psyker spell; I want to chop off his head and offer it to the great Blood God! Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Whispers of daemons also sounded in the minds of the other two Enchanted Warriors.

At this moment of life and death, the daemons began to supersede the consciousness of the Word Bearer themselves, and control of these powerful physical bodies was completely handed over to the daemons.

The daemons began to further erode their physical-world flesh.

More and more daemon traits began to replace their already scarce human bodies.

"Roar—"

Accompanied by a roar containing monstrous fury, all the Word Bearer rushed out of cover to provide covering fire for the Enchanted Warriors. The Enchanted Warriors, completely controlled by Khorne daemons, charged out like madmen; their minds held only kill, kill, kill!

And all the Chaos mortal traitors no longer hid behind cover either, charging out en masse while the Enchanted Warriors drew the brunt of the firepower.

Once completely controlled by Khorne daemons, the Word Bearer's resistance to all ranged weapons also increased by a large margin.

They actually braved the concentrated fire, crashing into the loyalists' defense line like a Leman Russ rumbling forward at full charge.

The pincers on their right hands could not be blocked even by adamantium Combat Suits, and the chainaxes in their left hands could easily hack a person in half. The target of one of the Enchanted Warriors was precisely Ian, who was a psyker.

"Use melee! Use fire! Ranged weapon damage against Khorne daemons will be reduced!" Ian roared loudly toward the soldiers.

Hearing Ian's reminder, the Rangers and the PDF drew their chainswords and hacked toward the Enchanted Warriors.

And Ian's voice also attracted the Word Bearer who was in the midst of his own slaughter.

Bloodthirsty and frantic eyes stared closely at Ian.

"Psyker... I will offer your head to Him!"