"Charge! I Won't Keep This Glory to Myself!"

"Sacrifice! Our end! Salvation! Our mission! For the Emperor's Wrath! Advance for the Emperor! Sacrifice for the Emperor! Loyalty!"

Quan Tiehua and his Battle-Brothers devoutly recited their daily oaths to the image of the Emperor in the chapel of the caestus metalican.

The temptations of Chaos were insidious and pervasive; only by reciting their oaths to the Emperor daily could they resist this evil invasion.

With the final oath recited, Quan Tiehua and his Battle-Brothers were ready.

As newly promoted Codex Astartes, no matter how poor the Chapter, the Lord Regent would still supply them with Power Armour.

Just like the Mark X Power Armour Quan Tiehua was wearing now.

As the first Codex Astartes of the Crimson Angel Chapter, his birth had undoubtedly boosted the entire Chapter's morale.

As a fleet-based Chapter that often roamed the fringes of the Imperium, not only were their supplies difficult to obtain, but even the maintenance of their daily weapons and armour was quite challenging.

Not to mention personnel replenishment. With only one Blood Angels strike cruiser, their entire Chapter numbered no more than 300 Astartes.

Furthermore, over time, during a battle with Chaos, they had lost important historical records. Even after the Chapter recovered, they had forgotten who their original mother-chapter was.

As a result, the entire Chapter might now be a motley collection of various origins.

Quan Tiehua sat quietly in the boarding craft, his body laden with weapons and ammunition! He even had two Melt Bombs strapped to the sides of his head.

His squad leader had personally strapped them on. After all, it was a rare and substantial resupply, and it would be a shame not to make good use of it.

He looked at the Battle-Brothers around him, already prepared, and fell into a reverie. As an ordinary person who had transmigrated, his original self was supposed to inherit his father's merchant family.

But upon learning that he had transmigrated into Warhammer 40,000, even he, a casual player with little knowledge, immediately grabbed a gun and prepared to shoot himself in the head, praying to the Emperor.

However, he was discovered and restrained by the family's servants. Then, due to the machinations of someone within the family, he lost his inheritance. In the end, after many twists and turns, he became a recruit in the Crimson Angel Chapter.

Fortunately, the moment he became a Space Marine.

A system, similar to those in novels from his previous life, suddenly appeared in his mind.

There were no prompts, and when he woke up, he found a progress bar-like entity on a transparent panel.

No matter how he studied it later, there was no progress, even making him suspect it was the work of that Little Blue Bird.

As time passed, and with his deliberate increase in training, this matter gradually faded from his life.

But the occasional free moments easily allowed him to notice the transparent progress bar panel.

The heavy feeling had not dissipated since he became a Space Marine.

Through his diligent training, in just five years, he had initially completed the training volume and standards that usually took ten years.

And in less than a year after that, their Chapter received a combat mission.

It was to eliminate a merchant family that had colluded with Chaos.

And as a new recruit, receiving a mission to participate in an operation to purge Chaos on his first assignment was an unparalleled honor.

"I will not hoard this honor!"

"What?"

Leonster, the squad leader responsible for this boarding assault mission, was sitting beside him, arranging the chain piles of bolters on his head like dirty dreadlocks. Hearing the strange, incomprehensible words, he couldn't help but ask.

Quan Tiehua shook his head upon hearing this, indicating it was nothing! He explained that it was an Old Terran language, meaning to calm the mind and focus.

Perhaps sensing that his explanation was unsatisfactory, he finally added solemnly, "Loyalty!"

Leonster didn't know how to respond and simply nodded, paying it no further mind. In his opinion, this Codex Astartes beside him had always been a bit slow-witted since joining the Chapter.

This made him wonder if he had injured his brain during surgery. He often worried about what would happen on the battlefield.

Therefore, he felt that this was no ordinary recruit and that he must be given an experience of the "sixty" strikes combat technique at the first opportunity.

After the auxilia outside the vessel finished the final machine preparations, a command was issued over the broadcast.

A tremor ran through the entire cabin, and everyone stopped what they were doing, falling into a profound silence.

Only the scent of incense smoke lingered.

Outside the crimson planet, at the edge of a dense planetary belt filled with rapidly flying meteoroids, the Crimson Angel Chapter's strike cruiser slowly glided out from among the thick meteoroids.

The macro cannons and lance systems on the ship's sides aimed at the distant Imperial Rogue Trader fleet.

At this moment, the airlock on the Blood Angels slowly opened.

The dense, floating meteoroids and the distant, glowing crimson planet illuminated the dark ship's hold.

At the same time, they obscured the line of sight between the two ships.

As the docking clamps lowered in the cabin, securing everyone, they felt a jolt the next second.

The massive assault boat slid out of its track, heading towards the Rogue Trader vessel that had already been targeted.

Simultaneously, two brand-new Thunderhawk gunships began to fly in from different angles, escorting them on the front flanks.

As the target distance closed, the surrounding meteoroids gradually thinned out, and the field of vision widened.

The enemy had clearly also spotted the incoming attackers.

Interception fire began to pour down in waves. The two Thunderhawk gunships left the assault boat, accelerating towards the target vessel to provide interference and cover.

At the same time, the assault boat's fixed weapons began to clear some of the incoming attacks.

Wave after wave of jolts had the Astartes inside the assault boat holding their breath, making their final preparations.

They all knew this meant they were about to board the enemy's vessel.

As expected, in the very next second, violent shaking coursed through all their bodies.

At this moment, the assault boat had completed its deceleration, while the melt bombs at the front had melted through the entire hull of the target ship, breaching its interior.

Immense heat and the combustion of various chemical compounds released thick smoke, completely shrouding the area. Even with all sorts of scanners and thermal imagers, it was impossible to fully detect what was inside the smoke.

But in the very next moment, a barrage of kinetic weapon rounds pierced through the smoke.

Even laser weapons joined the fray! But the smoke, generated by the combustion of these chemicals, made the laser attacks struggle to maintain their efficacy once inside.

It turned out that the interior of the warship had already been rigged with all sorts of traps and ambush positions by the enemy.

And the enemy, following the fixed trajectory of the assault boat's final acceleration, had predicted the assault boat's ultimate landing spot.

Therefore, a large number of enemies launched a storm of attacks the moment the smoke and deafening noise erupted.

Meanwhile, in the bridge of this Rogue Trader's vessel.

The walls and floors, paved with gold everywhere, gleamed brilliantly under the lights! On a tall golden throne sat a handsome man, clad in expensive silk, who elegantly watched the neat formations of soldiers in equally elegant attire arrayed in the empty space below.

"Our enemies have arrived!"

And simultaneously, in the Warp.

Within a palace surrounded by seductive pink mist, a tall, purple figure, noble and elegant yet occasionally appearing terrifying and loathsome, extended a long tongue, "Found you, you intoxicating soul!"