Setup Complete

These trip mines were set up quickly. But without exception, the grenades in some of the rooms near the first floor had no tripwires attached.

Instead, one bundle of wires after another was threaded through them, slowly connected, and hidden in various invisible cracks and corners.

Finally, the connected bundles were routed all the way to several rooms on the top floor.

His setup was a chain of mines. The traps could only be triggered from the top-floor rooms.

He had done this so that more enemies could charge into the church.

By the time the enemy searched these rooms on the top floor, there would probably already be a great many of them inside.

"Chapter Master, try to lure as many enemies over as possible."

"All right."

After the setup was complete, he looked at the several Tech-Sergeants quietly modifying equipment in one of the rooms, then directly grabbed a boltgun and joined the frontline battle formation.

Within the battlefield's limited mechanical and technological environment, modifying an Astartes Power Armour pack into an explosive nuclear bomb was incredibly difficult.

If they did not have Tech-Sergeants with more than a century of experience, they might not even know where to begin.

They could even trigger an explosion if they made the slightest mistake during the modification process.

Quan Tiehua's actions were nothing short of a gamble. And an extremely dangerous one at that.

If he was not careful, he might not even get the chance to reincarnate. The entire Chapter, along with him, would be instantly vaporized.

But while this was a gamble for everyone else, it was not necessarily one for Quan Tiehua.

After fighting for so long, he had already realized that the Four Gods of the Warp were very likely targeting him.

Even the Emperor might have noticed him already, so he no longer cared. With someone powerful backing him, he could simply go all out.

He refused to believe that these Power Armour packs could really explode during the process of being modified into nuclear bombs.

As time passed, the corpses in the agricultural region of the southern hemisphere gradually began producing Greater Daemons as well.

The Plaguebearer stuck out his tongue and watched the corpses crossing the ocean in great groups. His mouth, filled with yellow teeth and all kinds of maggots, stretched directly to his ears as he chuckled. "Embrace the Grandfather's embrace."

As the battle between the daemons of the Warp grew increasingly intense,

Nurgle, Khorne, and Slaanesh saw that the situation had become deadlocked. They could only suppress their displeasure, summon their respective daemon armies, immediately cease their attacks, and begin working together to assault the hive city.

They would settle things after capturing the target.

Tzeentch, however, did not attend this meeting. But his absence did not mean that he was unaware of its contents.

Hearing the final decision, Tzeentch cackled. "Everything is proceeding according to plan."

Three days passed, and the eight nuclear-powered bomb packs were finally finished.

The daemon armies of the three Evil Gods had also temporarily ceased fighting and begun advancing into the hive city.

They even ignored the xenos discovered in some obscure corners, as well as the humans who were still alive.

All the daemons fought to be the first through the long, narrow passage, launching a frenzied assault on the Crimson Angel Chapter's defensive line.

Each daemon wanted to win the honors for its god and be the first to bring back the target.

Naturally, the daemons of the other factions would not let the frontrunner have an easy time. They secretly tripped each other up even as they charged.

Thus, despite their fierce momentum and powerful attacks, this behavior also prevented them from breaking through the defensive line for a long time.

Even the three Greater Daemons were watching one another closely. If any one of them tried to personally charge into the formation first, the other two would follow immediately and trip it up together.

This made the three of them wary of one another, and none dared to charge forward personally.

Once the Power Armour packs had been modified, the several Tech-Sergeants carefully carried the few packs capable of transforming into nuclear explosions over to Quan Tiehua.

Among them was not only Quan Tiehua's damaged Power Armour pack, but also the packs of other Battle-Brothers who had already returned to the Golden Throne.

Since they were going to play, they might as well make it big.

"The modifications are complete. Once triggered, they can produce a nuclear explosion within twenty seconds."

Quan Tiehua nodded. Under the terrified, murderous gazes of the Tech-Sergeants, he snatched the Power Armour pack away and ran toward the top floor.

That rough movement nearly scared the souls out of the several Tech-Sergeants.

If it suffered even one violent impact and detonated, everyone on the battlefield would return to the Golden Throne.

Of course, that was not to say that returning to the Golden Throne was a bad thing. But in their current situation, they still had plenty of opportunities to serve the Emperor.

"Emperor above. Omnissiah, protect us. That man nearly brought about the destruction of our entire Chapter!" After a long while, one of the Tech-Sergeants finally recovered and spoke angrily.

The other Tech-Sergeants nodded as well, still shaken.

Quan Tiehua paid no attention to their fear. After all, the Emperor himself was watching over him. If this thing exploded, would the machine spirit of the Power Armour pack not be slapping the Emperor in the face?

Carrying the modified Power Armour pack, he pulled the fine cable from the final room and proceeded with the last stage of the setup.

Once triggered, there would be only twenty seconds to escape.

Looking at the system panel in his mind, he took a deep breath, secured the final bundle of wires, and locked the entire Power Armour pack into the support frame in the gap on the top floor.

The several Power Armour packs were a full three hundred meters above the church's first floor.

They were more than a thousand meters above the planet's surface.

Although an exploding Astartes Power Armour pack had a blast radius of at most nearly a thousand meters, like a small tactical nuclear bomb,

no matter how small it was, it was still a nuclear bomb, and its power could not be underestimated.

Moreover, there were eight Power Armour packs now.

Eight tactical nuclear bombs.

Even if you were a Greater Daemon, I would still blast you back into the Warp.

Ahem, ahem.

Quan Tiehua took the crude loudspeaker the Tech-Sergeants had made from fragments of Power Armour and cables, then ostentatiously raised his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat.

The sight made the corners of the surrounding Battle-Brothers' mouths twitch.

"Well, well. Who's this?"

His mocking voice instantly rang across the entire battlefield. The act left every daemon present, the Chaos Astartes, and even the three Greater Daemons in the rear staring at one another in stunned silence for a moment.

"Is this all the difficulty there is? Oh my, it seems the legion led by Angron has also surrendered to a coward. The Greater Daemon under him only dares to send its underlings forward while hiding timidly in the rear."

In the Warp, Khorne and Papatyr both wore expressions of utter bewilderment.

"And what about that other one? Wasn't he violated? His ass can't even hold in the shit anymore, yet he still dares come looking for your grandpa. And that green piece of dogshit—did you all crawl out of the shit leaked by those things that can't hold it in while they were charging? Why have you come to join the fun too?"

As he spoke, he stood up, ostentatiously braced one foot on the defensive line, and shouted, "Come over here! I'll have the Emperor stuff you all to death!"