Genestealers

Leonster brandished the Chainsword in his hand, directly cutting an oncoming mortal in half with a single strike.

At the same time, the bolter equipped with Kraken-type Armor-Piercing Rounds in his hand fired in rapid succession at the Chaos Astartes charging from afar.

With the cooperation of his battle-brothers, several consecutive rounds eliminated a few Chaos Astartes.

However, two Chaos Astartes still rushed forward wielding Chainswords.

Leonster showed no fear, charging straight ahead and instantly cleaving through the Chaos Astartes that arrived first.

He swung his Chainsword downward, slashing diagonally toward the other Chaos Astartes who had also arrived.

The Monomolecular Chainsword Blade directly carved a deep gash across the chest plate of the Chaos Astartes, who had no time to dodge.

With merely a single strike, he repelled two Chaos Astartes, a testament to his formidable strength.

The following battle-brothers showed tacit coordination, instantly filling the gap to deliver ranged firepower suppression.

Consecutive Witch Seeker Bolter Rounds directly caused the chests of those two Chaos Astartes to burst and drop them dead.

As Witch Seeker Bolters resupplied from the Black Templars, they were not only scarce for them at the moment, but also of vital importance.

The obstacles ahead of Leonster were cleared away, and instead of turning back to thank the supporting brothers, he ran straight toward the handsome man on the throne.

The supporting brothers in the rear understood his intention through long-standing tacit cooperation, hastily providing fire suppression.

The Witch Seeker Bolter Rounds were used without the slightest hesitation.

Meanwhile, the man sitting on the throne watched the Astartes charging toward him with a slight curve of his lips.

Quan Tiehua stopped his running at full speed.

He pondered between his brows whether he should move forward or not.

Meanwhile, high upon the Brass Throne within the Warp, the supreme figure watched this scene and instantly burned with rage.

Quan Tiehua looked at the bridge a short distance ahead where fierce combat was taking place, then turned his head to look at the endless corridor behind him.

Until he finally glanced at the progress bar in his mind, he turned and ran toward the depths of the ship without a moment's hesitation.

"Emperor Lord above, bless me to succeed. When the time comes, I'll snap Old K's head off and use it as your night-pot."

Of course, he still kept this sentence unsaid.

Inside the bridge.

Leonster's Chainsword swept across horizontally, instantly forcing back the several Chaos Astartes that charged up.

A few mortal traitors who failed to dodge were sliced in two, their viscera and blood gushing forth.

"Traitors. Wallowing in hypocritical illusions. Cowardly and despicable wretches."

Leonster loudly rebuked those Chaos Astartes ahead, the machine spirit of the Chainsword in his hand surging powerfully. The terrifying roar of the chain blade resounded through the entire bridge.

With that, Leonster charged forward once again.

Bang.

The sound of the bolter rang out in the entrance corridor of the bridge, followed closely by even denser firepower.

As for those Chaos traitors who attempted to charge and attack, they were blown to pieces right where they stood by the heavy barrage of bullets.

Reinforcements had arrived.

Chapter Master Affos took the lead, holding a power sword radiating blue light in his hand, and rushed forward swiftly, cutting down several Noise Marines with a few combo moves.

At the same time, the reinforcements wearing Indomitus Pattern Terminator Armour arrived fashionably late behind him.

In this single instant, the entire battle situation was reversed.

Yet at the same time, Quan Tiehua encountered a tricky problem.

A group of Genestealers.

Furthermore, their numbers were not small, and augmented by the super-vision of an Astartes, he could see that among these purple fellows, there were even some patriarchs.

Although their individual strength was inferior to an Astartes, the endless number before his eyes could probably drown Quan Tiehua.

Slaanesh, Khorne, and perhaps even Tzeentch. Coupled with Emperor Lord, a Tyranid had now shown up as well. Quan Tiehua began to count silently in his heart.

Nurgle counts as one, Orks count as one, Necrons count as one... who else was there?

Roar.

Perhaps his silent recitation in his heart affected this group of Genestealers' prayers to the Four-Armed Emperor. This gang of ugly-looking creatures instantly whipped their heads around and let out a roar toward him.

The next moment, countless laser beams and crude projectile ammunition shot straight at him from amidst the horde of Genestealers.

Looking at the crude round pellets striking his plasteel armor, he had basically deduced that this group of Genestealers had reached at least the third generation.

They could actually cobble together some makeshift weapons using only available materials down on the lowest deck of a ship. This couldn't help but bring up some memes from his past life in his mind at this moment.

The kind where an industrial planet suddenly boosts its production efficiency and pays its imperial tithes in full simply because a genestealer infestation broke out on it.

"What inherent talent." Quan Tiehua sighed with emotion, simultaneously raising the bolter in his hand. Subconsciously in his mind, he began to ponder whether to conduct experiments if he had the opportunity to acquire an industrial planet world in the future? After all, this industrial efficiency was countless times more efficient than the beasts of burden in his past life. It felt like those Iron Men AIs could hardly compare.

And the cost tended infinitely toward zero.

Thinking thus, the bolter in his hand fired appropriately, and a somewhat disloyal bolter round, carrying a somewhat manic machine spirit power, struck the leg of the charging patriarch. It directly broke the leg and tripped it on the way, instantly causing a chain-trip of chaos in the narrow cabin corridor.

Hm?

Quan Tiehua felt somewhat puzzled, casually following up with a grenade he had picked up along the way from when he came. Then he retreated backward with a face full of question marks to inspect the bolter in his hand.

Being an Astartes, and a Primaris one at that.

He clearly aimed at the head just now, so why did it hit the leg instead?

Could it be that the machine spirit was displeased?

With that, he gave the bolter a smack and shook it vigorously.

He pulled out the magazine, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Finally, he reloaded the magazine, only then stopping his tracks, turning around, and firing continuously at the genestealers that had already rushed forward.

Well, it worked fine now.

Every single shot was a headshot.

This thing just had spoiled habits. Tomorrow he would have to ask Emperor Lord to instill some loyalty into it.

Quan Tiehua watched the bolter spitting tongues of fire relentlessly. Every flash of flame represented a genestealer returning to the throne of the Four-Armed Emperor.

As for that bolter which kept firing continuously without giving him a chance to reload, Quan Tiehua also muttered inwardly that it really was a cheapskate.

Quan Tiehua's unbridled slaughter among the Genestealer Cult was finally halted.

Because an ultra-heavy genestealer, its entire body covered in mutilated muscle and chitin, appeared at the end of the corridor, with genestealers dodging firepower all behind it.

Even several consecutive bolter rounds hitting its body failed to kill it.

An Aberrant.

Quan Tiehua raised an eyebrow; he truly did not expect that on a Rogue Trader's ship, within its lower deck area and among a tiny Genestealer community, an Aberrant would actually emerge.

Moreover, judging by its strength, it was certainly not weak, and might even be an Aberrant Overlord. If this truly was an Aberrant Overlord, then at the core base of this group of Genestealers, there was a high probability that a Broodlord existed.

Coupled with the description of this mission in the mission briefing.

This Rogue Trader's vessel had stayed on this planet for nearly a Terran month. The planet below probably had a high probability of being infected as well, and the Broodlord was likely hiding in some hive city on the planet below.

"What a damn eventful autumn."