If the Enemy Can Go, So Can I

On a battlefield strewn with death and smoke, a dog's furtive figure crept along in a trench.

The once gleaming armor was now tattered and worn, with a piece missing from the skirt armor, exposing its rear end, which could only be covered by a welded-on plate.

If there were other options, Titus wouldn't be in this state, but he's already doing relatively well; at least he has full armor, and the hole in his buttocks doesn't hinder his movement and can even help with heat dissipation.

Three years have passed since the start of the Plague War, and 324 days have passed since the Great Commander launched his Great Counteroffensive.

At first, they could rest, but in this final year, Titus has had no rest at all. His body can withstand this high-intensity combat, but now even the Space Marine are falling into a mental daze.

This is not an exaggeration, but a fact!

According to Atlas veterans who have already fought, the war has progressed to a point where it is almost as long as the Rangdan Campaign, and there are even Battle Moon.

The number of troops committed to the battlefield by both sides has reached a terrifying figure; the number of human soldiers Killed in Action the Empire alone is impossible to count.

Astartes are no longer rare Death Angel; in this brutal battlefield where everyone is engaged in an apocalyptic war from beginning to end, no one can escape its clutches.

When Atlas appeared on the battlefield, everyone knew they had no way out. After all, even the quartermaster had come, which meant they were going all in.

The earth began to tremble, and a blinding white light swept in from afar. Titus instinctively lay down, curling his body as much as possible to withstand the impending shockwave.

Waste soil mixed with metal scraps and various corpses fell from the sky, burying everything around it, but also giving the soldiers who held their ground a glimmer of hope.

Soon, one small mound after another rose up on the ground, moving in the direction that Titus was crawling.

It was an Emperor-class Titan that had been destroyed a week earlier. A week later, only half of the Machine God's skull was visible, the rest of it buried, and the entire earth had been turned upside down.

However, the main body of the Titan was not destroyed; its heavy Adamantium skeleton provided excellent cover, and the supply crates welded to its back were Titan 'Titus target.

After returning to the Ultramarines, Titus went back to the Second Company, but before he could take office as Captain, the Plague War broke out. This unlucky guy Titus became the subordinate of the former Second Company Captain Acheran, with the position of company adjutant.

Titus had to admit that Acheran was indeed a good Captain, and that he had misjudged him before.

According to the established plan, Titus was required to lead his troops to defend Damocles Hill 571.7.

Titus still remembers the tone of Acheran 'Captain voice that day, saying something like, "I'm entrusting you with my most precious elite troops; I wouldn't give them to anyone else. You'd better hold onto them."

Now that things have come to this point, Titus is naturally excited. After all, he's not a rigid person; he understands Archilan's good intentions—it means giving him more men, doesn't it?

But when Titus reached the 571.7 high ground, he only saw 2.5 soldiers.

The first person was Hal, the leader of the Ogryn bandits whom he had abducted from Necromunda, on charges of inciting rebellion.

When we met again, this guy actually said he was faking it, that he wasn't Ogryn, that he was Thunder Warriors! I almost killed Abaddon back then.

Titus didn't believe a word of this. It was one thing for the Void to fabricate a Thunder Warriors, but to say that he almost killed Abaddon and punched him in the face three times with his Power Fist was another.

Since you're so awesome, why don't you mention that you fought alongside the Emperor in the Unification Wars?

The second soldier is called Seven Bus. Just from the name, you can tell that this guy isn't human; he's an extreme super dog who enlisted with special characteristics.

According to him, his father was once a Dog-men Chieftain. His name was Seven Bus because his mother had eight cubs in one litter, and he was the eighth one. So the name just went on to be Bus.

Now that the Great Chieftain has returned, we too must serve the Empire and accomplish a magnificent feat.

"Don't let my young age fool you, I'm only 888 years old this year, but I'm all flesh and blood. Boss, you can entrust me with the most dangerous missions. I want to be the first to carry Melta Bomb and blow up the bunker."

Their eyes met, and looking into those slightly wise dog eyes, Titus knew this guy was a nepotism case. Since he was the Chieftain's son, he was just here to gain prestige.

Great Commander, why didn't you pick a better time and assign this little brat to the mess hall? Why did you have to put him here with me?

The last 0.5 soldier was relatively normal, except that he was a bit old. He was Dreadnought veteran with White Scars, named Narisong Khan. However, his unit had been scattered, so he was assigned to this unit.

Those who can attain the title of Khan are not ordinary people. These elders call themselves "commander." Even Titus was afraid of shortening his lifespan, thinking to himself, "Old man, please don't get into trouble. If you die, those White Scars will surely kill me."

When these 2.5 God-Human came together, Titus was initially devastated. Only Bass was relatively obedient, as they were from the same legion. During that time, he often cursed Acheran as a bastard.

But he soon regretted it, because he suddenly realized that Acheran hadn't lied to him; these 3.5 men had really held the high ground, and held it for a full year.

Seven Bus is both intelligent and skilled in martial arts, and he fights recklessly. Red and evil light surges from the top of his head as he carries Melta Bomb and shoves it into the mouth of Greater Daemon, shouting, "Ancestor, witness me!" while hacking and slashing to recover health.

Moreover, this guy is a Techmarine; the tray on his backside was welded on by him, and it's even bulletproof.

Hal is even more remarkable. He may seem like a big, clumsy, and boastful bum, but he is actually both intelligent and skilled in martial arts. He can command the Astra Militarum's defensive lines and also smash Xenos's skull with a single punch.

If you get really into it, you can unleash a Psychic Power beam that summons a group of skeleton warriors clad in half-body Power Armor, accompanied by a sacred hymn as the entrance music.

Compared to these two God-Human, Narisong Khan was much more normal, living up to his reputation as an elder, and his actions were nothing beyond the comprehension of ordinary people; his only special quality was his speed.

Soon, this 23-ton Contemptor Dreadnought could deflect the Shuriken fired by the Dark Eldar, catch up with the Orks's red motorcycle with its two iron legs, and blast the incoming shells with its machine guns.

Upon witnessing this God-Human feat, Titus was so enraged he laughed in exasperation, and in his fury, he strangled a Grand Keeper of Secrets had appeared out of nowhere to his death.

The war continues, and there are many more members of Kill Teams like Titus.

Living Saint began to appear frequently on the battlefield, the Grey Knights were no longer a secret, and even the Cursed Legion burning with dark golden flames appeared frequently. Various strange phenomena occurred one after another. This was not an isolated case, but the norm.

The Great Rift tore the Empire apart, but it also allowed the Emperor to intervene in reality.

As the Plague War intensified, cracks began to appear in the dimensional barriers across the entire sector, which was the catastrophe foretold by the Ark Eldar.

However, just as all Aeldari prophecies have stated, without the Aeldari joining the battlefield, the Necron would not have awakened, the Great Devourer would not have escalated its attacks, and the Orks Beast tide would not have been unleashed.

The Aeldari were the first to give in; they simply couldn't withstand the attrition and began a large-scale retreat.

Then came the Necron, who had foreseen a certain future and were preparing to awaken the other dynasties, but their signal was cut off by some unknown entity.

Excessive consumption of biomass led to the Swarm's inability to sustain itself. All the creatures killed by those two terrifying monsters could not be recovered, and they ultimately headed towards the Imperium Nihilus.

Only the Orks are mindless; they go wherever there's a battle. But with the Indomitus Fleet's relentless purges, the Orks were driven out of Ultramar 500 Worlds and pushed towards the Tau homeworld.

In Mordred's words, "The human elder brother has no gifts to offer, so let you youngsters get a taste of galactic malice!"

As the Plague War entered its fourth year, and the Ascension Day of Sanguinius arrived once again on January 13th, a deathly silence fell over the entire battlefield.

Then, the sky shattered!

Through the sky, everyone saw the Warp Rift that pierced through Arthas, and the decaying Garden of Nurgle that had caused the Plague War.

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130,000 carefully selected Astartes rushed into the Warp, each accompanied by 13 Emperor Spirit shimmering with golden light.

Ten thousand years later, the flames of human war have once again swept across the land of the Chaos God who dwell in the heavens.

For the Emperor!