When Things Are Impossible

"What?" A deep, familiar voice echoed. Everyone turned to see Chapter Master Affos approaching. His formerly flowing long hair was gone, replaced by a short buzz cut.

This must have been done for combat efficiency.

"Nothing, we were just discussing combat techniques with Brother Quan Tiehua," Quilstein hastily stood up to explain. Wearing his helmet, he sounded muffled, as if speaking through a gas mask.

"Ah, do as you please. Now, I need each of you to hold a defensive line individually. The auxiliary mortal forces and the local planetary defense forces will assist you. Meanwhile, the remaining brothers will be randomly assigned to various sectors." As he spoke, Chapter Master Affos looked ahead at Tylert, who was directing the construction of fortifications back and forth. "Tylert's fortifications have always been well-made. Our primary mission now is to hold the Chaos cultists outside the hive city, exhausting their forces as much as possible. If we can't hold them, we'll fall back into our rear hive city and engage in street fighting, delaying them as long as possible to await Imperial reinforcements."

"Sir, the weapons you requested have arrived." At that moment, a dozen auxiliary mortals pushed carts over and reported to Chapter Master Affos.

Chapter Master Affos reacted, looked over, and then addressed everyone, "These are our Chapter's last chainswords and power weapons. Choose what suits you. You will bear the greatest pressure on each defensive line from now on."

With that, he issued the final combat assignments into each person's helmet combat system.

He was about to turn and leave when Quan Tiehua suddenly stood up and quickly called out to him, "Chapter Master."

Instantly, all eyes turned to him.

"If things become untenable, I hope the Chapter Master can rally all the brothers to my position. I believe I have a way to ensure our Chapter's survival."

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze shifted to shock. Chapter Master Affos turned and stared blankly at him, speechless for a moment. Finally, he sighed, put on his helmet, and asked with a trembling voice, "What's the probability?"

Quan Tiehua didn't answer immediately. Instead, he glanced at the few lines of text on the system panel in his mind before replying with extreme determination, "100%."

"Good."

Everyone left their positions, picked up their unique weapons and ammunition, and proceeded to their posts.

To be honest, Chapter Master Affos possessed exceptional management and governance skills. While the Chapter's recovery was also due to Guilliman's replenishment of Chapters after his ascension, in this remote frontier sector, almost at the edge of the galaxy, even the reinforcements received were scarce. Yet, Chapter Master Affos managed to secure so many supplies, even acquiring several suits of Terminator Armour.

This alone demonstrated his capabilities.

Because of this, the brothers in the Chapter often speculated whether their Chapter Master was originally from the Ultramarines.

However, no one dared to voice this suspicion openly.

After all, the Chapter's history and origins were lost. Through countless years of battles, successive Chapter Masters had resorted to any means necessary to ensure the Chapter's continuation.

As long as the Imperial gene tax was paid, any remaining gene-seed, regardless of its origin, would be stored or used if it was pure.

As a result, when the brothers in the Chapter rested, they had a traditional pastime.

They would guess which Legion each of them was a descendant of.

While some brothers' origins were obvious and easily guessed, others remained elusive even after much speculation.

After all, relying solely on subconscious habits and behaviors wasn't enough to definitively prove one's Legion of origin.

The game even led to speculation about whether there were any Alpha Legion members in the Chapter.

Of course, when this idea was raised, the Chapter Master learned of it and summoned the brother who proposed it for a severe reprimand.

Quan Tiehua had a chainsword hanging at his waist, along with his ever-cool plasma pistol, his personal combat dagger, a bolter, a bolter pistol, various grenades, and melt bombs.

Looking at the melt bombs, he was reminded of Captain Leonster, who had strapped melt bombs to his head during a previous battle.

That eccentric man, whose dreadlocks, woven from bolter rounds, were densely packed on his head like braids.

"Sigh." He let out a dejected sigh. He placed the Astartes weapons and ammunition he carried on his shoulder into the nearby bunker.

After glancing twice at the activity outside the trench, he instructed the surrounding auxiliary mortals to maintain their vigilance. He then returned to the bunker and sat there, lost in thought.

The progress bar on the system panel in his mind still displayed "100% Reincarnation."

He didn't know what it was for. Reincarnation, reincarnation.

Could it be that if he died once, this thing would allow him to revive and relive past experiences?

What would that even be?

Infinite revivals?

Or being trapped within a specific period?

This looked like the work of Little Blue Bird.

But honestly, if things truly became hopeless, perhaps this thing could actually be useful.

But... what about the other brothers in the Chapter?

Meanwhile, in the Warp, the sea of souls surged. The Emperor was commanding the Word Bearers to continuously assault Slaanesh's demonic legions.

Not far away in the Warp, a Little Blue Bird was stealthily and sneakily observing, muttering, "Everything is proceeding according to my plan."

But the next second, a violent scream erupted.

It turned out the Emperor had discovered him long ago and had swatted him out of the battlefield with a psychic slap.

And at this moment, in a garden world.

Father Nurgle was simmering a delicious soup, lamenting, "It's been so long since new life came to bring joy. I feel a bit lonely. Today, I'll brew something new."

He stirred the pot with a ladle, muttering, "Slowly soak, slowly savor..." (Guangxi brothers, don't hit me!) (ω).

Finally, he ladled it into a bowl. With his plump, waddling body, he returned to his palace. Looking at the beautiful yet slightly withered and pitiable aura of the Eldar life goddess, he said with a pang of heartache, "Drink up. Perhaps it will cure your illness."

I'm about to transmigration. Are there any familiar worlds you can suggest? If no one is chosen, I'll pick one from Pacific Rim 1, Nanoson, and Ling Cage.