Landing

As the drop pod crashed down.

Chapter Master Affos was the first to charge out, looking at the cheering PDF soldiers on the front lines and shouting, "Mortals, hold your posts! The enemies on the battlefield are ours now."

Saying that, he charged forward with a Bolter in one hand and a Power Sword in the other, leading the charge.

Behind him, the drop pods continued to land, their doors opening one after another as Astartes emerged, unleashing a barrage of fire from their Bolters at the group of Chaos enemies in the distance.

Quan Tiehua also charged out. Although he was firing his weapon and continuously killing the Chaos mortal cultists charging from afar, most of his attention was focused on the System's progress bar.

He saw that on the transparent blue panel, the progress bar in the center was completely filled, with "100%" displayed behind it.

Especially when a line of text appeared below, it made his heart sink once again, to the point where his current state was completely different from his combat state on the ship earlier.

But fortunately, the enemies they were facing were so weak that even with his current state, his performance didn't reveal any abnormalities to those around him.

After all, every shot was a headshot, and every bullet found its mark.

In Quan Tiehua's mind, the line of text below the progress bar read:

"Energy fully charged, do you wish to initiate reincarnation?"

Yes.

No.

To be honest, he naturally understood the word "reincarnation," but in the current world, its ambiguous meaning made him fall into thought.

After all, that Little Blue Bird had many tricks up its sleeve.

And during the previous ship battle, the demon's clear words had indicated that Slaanesh in the Warp wanted him to go there.

Of course, that was probably not a good thing.

Therefore, it could be roughly concluded that the Warp's merchants already knew of his existence.

And he might as well make a bold guess that the Emperor himself was probably silently watching him.

After all, his previous arrogant words had thoroughly offended the old man.

Thinking of this, even as a Codex Astartes Space Marine, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Is this going to be a case of being held a grudge?"

He silently mourned for a moment, but then felt incredibly wronged, more wronged than Dou E. If what was falling from the sky wasn't orbital bombardment but snowflakes, he probably would have knelt down and cried on the spot, then asked the Emperor to judge the matter.

But his wandering thoughts then led him to think that the Emperor, as an immortal who had existed since the dawn of humanity, might not know the story of Dou E.

However, it was precisely this sudden leap in thought that instantly lifted his spirits from his previous bad mood, and he directly told himself, "What the hell are you thinking?"

Saying that, he began to slaughter the traitors in front of him even more efficiently.

With the addition of fresh forces, the heretics' assault was once again repelled. Cheers erupted from the PDF soldiers in the trenches.

The few mortal auxiliaries also began to arrive at various points on the front line, transported by Centaur multi-purpose vehicles, serving as junior officers to command these Planetary Defense Forces.

At the same time, a large quantity of logistical supplies and provisions also arrived.

Of course, these were limited to logistical supplies and provisions. Heavy equipment and heavy firepower were completely absent.

Quan Tiehua looked at the boxes and boxes of ammunition being transported down, as well as the carapace armor needed by the mortal auxiliaries, some lasgun power packs, individual soldier grenades, and some small rapid-fire cannons.

And some... corpse starch.

Of course, there were no corpses in this batch; it was synthesized from some "organic matter."

Quan Tiehua was speechless. The entire Chapter was so poor that they didn't even have a single heavy lascannon or a twin-linked autocannon.

It was equivalent to everyone fighting with basic equipment and grenades... just no heavy machine guns.

He then turned to look at Chapter Master Affos, who was talking with the Planetary Governor in the distance. For a moment, he wore a worried expression.

Meanwhile, in the distant command trench, Chapter Master Affos and Foul Sigilite were studying a paper map and planning the defense line.

"Leth is close to the Ghoul Stars and the Eastern Fringe. It's practically at the junction of two sectors. How could there be such a large Chaos force invading?"

Foul Sigilite shook his head with a wry smile. As a mortal, he had no idea about this.

"Lord Angel, I am also unclear about these matters. As soon as the chaos broke out, I dispatched the defense forces and the enforcers to search all the hive cities, even the underhives. But apart from finding some mutants and xenos, there were no traces of Chaos invasion or sacrificial rituals."

Saying that, he looked up at the sky again. "But this war has been going on for over a month. Since that Rogue Trader arrived, we have indeed engaged in many transactions with them. However, these transactions were limited to some food supplies and the usual provisions we needed. But with the Chaos invasion, they appeared as if out of thin air. Now, almost half of the planet has fallen into the hands of Chaos. Nearly a billion Imperial citizens are wailing under Chaos."

Chapter Master Affos was not lying, but looking at the enemy and friendly markers on the map, "Foul Sigilite, these complaints should not be told to me. Wait until the Inquisition personnel arrive, and then see if they sympathize with you. What we need to do now is to reinforce our defenses and round up those mortals who have been influenced by Chaos, execute them on the spot, and find a place for them. Otherwise, at a critical moment, it will definitely affect our combat effectiveness."

"Yes, my lord." Saying that, he performed an Aquila Salute.

Meanwhile, Quan Tiehua outside turned his back to everyone. Suddenly, his body trembled. Then, he subconsciously shook his butt.

And as if he had suddenly discovered something, his entire body stiffened. His muscular movements almost made him freeze on the spot in embarrassment.

He had just been relieving himself.

No matter how powerful Astartes were, they still maintained some physiological behaviors as humans.

For example, going to the toilet.

As superhumans with profound modifications like Astartes, young Astartes naturally had these needs too.

In his past life, Quan Tiehua had seen descriptions of these in GW's official books more than once.

One of the books focused on a female Inquisitor who saw Grey Knights bathing.

She then couldn't help but tease, "Such extraordinary talent, yet burdened with such a great responsibility, it's truly a pity and a waste."

Of course, it didn't specifically describe the female Inquisitor's inner thoughts.

But given the typical nature of Western Europeans and the setting of Warhammer 40k, Quan Tiehua had ample reason to suspect that the female Inquisitor's inner thoughts were... ahem.

Therefore, almost all Legions of Astartes did not perform the surgery to remove the little Astartes' genitalia.

Instead, they merely reduced their desires and eliminated their reproductive capabilities.

Otherwise, wouldn't the Sons of Noise and their great father have far fewer recreational activities?

Of course, Quan Tiehua dared not comment further on the Iron Hands.

My brothers, I'm about to transmigrate. Where do you guys think I should go? The worlds I'm considering are Pacific Rim 1, Nanocore, and Ling Cage.

What do you big brothers think?

The previous chapter was flagged for review again. I'm really fed up. Why is it that every time I write a long chapter of 4000 words, it gets flagged for review?