Advance

Bang bang bang!

The precise single shots from the bolters painted the floor and walls with the Chaos cultists who had been frantically laying down suppressing fire from behind cover in the distance.

The marking function within the Astartes' helmet visors displayed enemies hiding behind cover one by one.

A squad of thirteen in total, one of whom was holding a heavy bolter, stood their ground, trigger held down without release.

Bolts rapidly slid through the long ammunition feed! Sparks even flew from some of the base casings.

The machine spirit rejoiced!

The first brother to open fire was named "Altrance." As a veteran who had served for over a hundred years, after this mission, he could finally have the long-pre-ordered service stud embedded in his forehead.

His century-long career had been spent in combat without respite! He had already honed his combat skills and marksmanship to perfection.

Therefore, when clearing threats upon initial landing, his precise shots directly eliminated most of the heavy firepower danger points on the front lines.

This also provided ample space for Vals, carrying the heavy bolter, to unleash sustained fire and suppress the enemy with heavy firepower.

What was even more astonishing was that the terrifying heavy bolter seemed to have no recoil in his hands as it fired rapidly.

But upon closer inspection, one would notice that his right hand, gripping the trigger, was different from a normal Astartes arm. His entire arm had been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic.

The subsequent brothers, carrying boarding shields and bolters, quickly formed a line at the forefront, creating a makeshift barricade to withstand the Chaos attackers and begin their sustained volley fire.

In just an instant, the battle at the landing zone was over, right as Quan Tiehua stepped out of the assault boat, bolter in hand.

It seemed that as a new recruit, he still needed much more training.

His footsteps lagged slightly. He looked at the battle that had ended in mere seconds before him, and the bloodied limbs and remains splattered across the floor and walls.

He froze for a moment, then let out a wry smile.

Glancing at the transparent panel in his mind, he could only suppress his heavy mood and hurry to catch up with his lagging squad.

At the same time, he didn't forget to reach up and remove the melta bomb his captain had tied to his helmet, placing it in a suitable position to avoid having his own head blown off by a stray round.

Further ahead in the corridor, the battle had already begun.

The deafening roar of the bolters assailed the ears of everyone present.

As a fully-grown Space Marine, Quan Tiehua, despite being stronger than an ordinary Astartes, was still a recruit.

According to the plan, Quan Tiehua and four other battle-brothers would be responsible for intercepting follow-up reinforcements and finding a safe spot to teleport them in when the opportunity arose.

The others, delayed by their efforts, would quickly proceed to the bridge.

With a turn around a corner, Quan Tiehua, who had already heard the approaching footsteps, pulled the trigger.

Several rapid bursts of fire turned the Chaos traitors, partially corrupted and hiding behind cover a hundred meters away, into bloody mist one by one.

Quan Tiehua and the other four battle-brothers advanced towards the bridge while fighting, blocking all the supporting enemies who came to surround them.

However, in this kind of boarding action, waiting passively for reinforcements was clearly not the Astartes' forte.

Following the auspex scan and the terrain reconnaissance reported by the servitor skull, the five men formulated a simple plan.

Quan Tiehua took something from a Tech-Sergeant beside him and unhesitatingly turned, sprinting towards the bridge! The servitor skull ahead also accelerated, guiding the way.

His terrifying running speed made him like a roaring beast within the narrow corridor. Any Chaos traitor who appeared before him was either smashed by a shoulder charge or torn to shreds by the bolter.

Or, he would reach out ahead, grab the head of a Chaos traitor who had just appeared around the corner and hadn't reacted yet, and with his forward stride, rip the entire head and spine out.

As he ran, his actions with his hands didn't stop. He took out melta bombs he had prepared beforehand, tied them together with frag grenades, and placed them in the surrounding corners or nooks of the pipes.

As Quan Tiehua advanced, he had already drawn the bolter pistol from his waist, precisely picking off the Chaos traitors who had heard the commotion and made rudimentary preparations.

The conventional kinetic weapons in their hands left no mark on Quan Tiehua's brand-new ceramite armor.

Some of the more thoroughly corrupted Chaos traitors even roared and charged at him, wielding arms that had transformed into crab-like claws.

But Quan Tiehua simply stood at the corner, aiming his gun at the enemies, and precisely splattered them onto the surrounding walls.

This chamber was their final hunting ground for the reinforcing Chaos enemies.

Although this was not the shortest route to the bridge, the other four battle-brothers would herd the Chaos prey, like sheep, into this area like a wolf pack.

Then, reinforcements would be teleported in via the Legion's teleportation system! Delivering a lesson of sixty bolter rounds per second to these Chaos thugs.

However, all five of them had miscalculated one thing: the enemy's combat strength.

After Quan Tiehua easily dispatched the minor Chaos minions in the chamber, he reached behind his waist and pulled out the locator beacon he had just taken from the Tech-Sergeant.

He walked to the center of the chamber and was about to secure it when an inexplicable feeling, like a needle, instantly pricked his heart.

The next moment, he abandoned the locator beacon, rolled to the side, and fired his bolter pistol around him.

Bang!

Where he had rolled to dodge, a pit filled with molten iron had been blasted out.

He turned his head and saw a woman with a beautiful face appear somewhat blurred in his vision.

But he didn't let his guard down. He instinctively drew the combat knife from his waist while adjusting his grip on the bolter pistol.

Bang!

A hard impact sound echoed as a purple crab claw, covered in spikes, precisely struck the combat dagger.

At this moment, Quan Tiehua's Omegan glands and glial nodules activated, instantly restoring his senses and allowing him to see the disgusting creation before him.

A Daemonette!

His other hand already held a bolter pistol at the ready. The moment he pulled the trigger, the Daemonette, which had been about to unleash a sonic attack, erupted in a spray of blood and gore from its bulging, blasphemous chest. Its body was sent stumbling backward uncontrollably.

Quan Tiehua pressed his advantage, discarding the now-empty bolter pistol. As the last bolt struck the Daemonette, he twisted and maneuvered, landing on its neck. The presence of his myomer bundles made his body incredibly agile.

He instantly reversed his grip on the combat dagger and plunged it into the Daemonette's head.

Then, using his waist for leverage, he launched himself into the air, landing on a patch of open ground not far away.

If his brothers had witnessed that maneuver, they would surely have gasped in astonishment.

They wouldn't have expected a fully-grown Space Marine to be so agile. However, they clearly didn't realize that this was a combat technique unique to no faction currently in the galaxy.

The Daemonette left behind was now horribly mangled. Yet, its formidable vitality allowed it to writhe its body, which would have stirred the blood of any male, while its seductive moans continued to rise in pitch.

But due to the extensive damage to its torso and the fatal blow to its head, the Daemonette had lost its combat capability! However, the chaotic energies of the Warp were causing its flesh to slowly heal.

Quan Tiehua unceremoniously raised his bolter and emptied his magazine into the disgusting yet alluring pile of rotten flesh, sending it back to the Warp.

He violently shook the combat dagger in his hand, flinging off the foul-smelling slime, and turned to check the status of the beacon.

Onboard the Blood Angels strike cruiser, the Chapter Master, Chief Librarian, and a host of other Astartes stood in formation, awaiting orders!

But the Chapter Master, looking at the Tech-Sergeant who was slow to issue a signal, couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease!

After all, this mission was related to Chaos! It was their first battle after resupply! Naturally, they had been assigned a difficult combat mission!

Of course, it was also possible they were simply lucky to be nearby!

After all, the nobles in the hive cities on the planet below had sent countless pleas for aid long ago!

And according to the combat records of the Chapter's remaining forces, any mission involving Chaos was invariably extremely difficult!

Chapter Master Affos looked at the Chief Librarian beside him. "After so much time with no signal, I don't think this is just ordinary Chaos traitors anymore! It seems we'll have to bring out the heavy hitters!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the Tech-Sergeant who was still trying to receive the beacon's signal. He was already worrying about the safety of the boarding party.

Quan Tiehua had removed his helmet. The furrowed brow on his gentle, Eastern-featured face conveyed his current dissatisfaction and helplessness!

He looked at the beacon, half-melted in the cooling steel magma.

"Damn it!"

An oath in ancient Terran.