Genestealer

Leonster slashed a charging mortal in half with his Chainsword.

Simultaneously, his Bolter, now loaded with Kraken-type Armor-Piercing Rounds, unleashed a barrage of fire at the approaching Chaos Astartes in the distance.

Several volleys, supported by his brothers, took down a few Chaos Astartes.

However, two Chaos Astartes still charged forward, wielding Chainswords.

Leonster fearlessly met them head-on, cleaving the first one who reached him.

He then swung his Chainsword downwards diagonally towards another Chaos Astartes who had also arrived.

The Monomolecular Chainsword Blade carved a deep gash across the chest plate of the Chaos Astartes, who couldn't dodge in time.

With just one strike, he repelled two Chaos Astartes, showcasing his immense power.

The subsequent battle-brothers, with practiced coordination, seamlessly filled the gap and provided ranged fire support.

A continuous stream of Witch Seeker Bolter Rounds struck the two Chaos Astartes, causing their chests to explode as they fell dead.

These Witch Seeker Bolter Rounds were supplied by the Black Templars.

For them, they were not only rare but also crucially important at this moment.

With the path ahead cleared, Leonster didn't turn to thank his supporting brothers. Instead, he charged directly towards the handsome man on the throne.

The supporting brothers behind him, through their long-standing tacit understanding, grasped his intent and urgently suppressed the enemy with firepower.

They used the Witch Seeker Bolter Rounds without hesitation.

The man sitting on the throne, watching the Astartes charge towards him, curved his lips slightly.

Quan Tiehua stopped his full-speed sprint.

He pondered with a furrowed brow whether he should move forward.

Meanwhile, on the Brass Throne within the Warp, the supreme figure watched this scene and was instantly consumed by rage.

Quan Tiehua glanced at the bridge, where a fierce battle was unfolding not far ahead, then turned to look back at the endless corridor behind him.

Finally, with a glance at the progress bar in his mind, he turned without hesitation and ran towards the depths of the ship.

"Emperor Lord above, bless me with success. When the time comes, I'll break Old K's head off and give it to you as a chamber pot."

Of course, he didn't say this sentence out loud.

In the bridge.

Leonster's Chainsword swept across, forcing back several charging Chaos Astartes.

A few traitorous mortals who couldn't dodge in time were cut in half, their insides spilling out.

"Traitors. Drowning in false fantasies. Cowardly and incompetent lowlifes."

Leonster loudly berated the Chaos Astartes before him, his Chainsword's Machine Spirit surging. The terrifying whirring of the chain echoed throughout the bridge.

With that, Leonster charged forward again.

Bang.

The sound of a Bolter echoed from the entrance corridor of the bridge, followed by even more intense firepower.

The Chaos traitors who tried to charge forward were mowed down on the spot by the dense rain of bullets.

Reinforcements had arrived.

Commander Affos led the charge, wielding his Power Sword, which glowed with a blue light. With a few swift combos, he felled several Noise Marines.

Simultaneously, the reinforcements behind him, clad in Indomitus Pattern Terminator Armour, arrived fashionably late.

In that instant, the entire battle situation was reversed.

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

A group of Genestealers.

And not a small number, either. With the Astartes' enhanced vision, he could see that among these purple creatures, there were even Patriarchs.

Although their individual strength was inferior to that of the Astartes, their sheer, overwhelming numbers could likely drown Quan Tiehua.

Slaanesh, Khorne, possibly Tzeentch as well. Plus the Emperor Lord, and now the Tyranids. Quan Tiehua began to count silently in his mind.

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

Roar.

Perhaps his silent counting in his mind influenced the Genestealers' prayers to the Four-Armed Emperor. These ugly-looking creatures instantly turned their heads and roared at him.

The next moment, from within the Genestealer horde, countless lasers and crude kinetic weapon rounds shot directly towards him.

Watching the crude projectiles strike his Plasteel armor, he could confidently conclude that these Genestealers were at least third-generation.

That they could cobble together some rudimentary weapons from the limited materials on the lowest deck of a ship made him recall some memes from his past life at this moment.

The sudden increase in production efficiency of an industrial planet and the full payment of Imperial taxes were due to a Genestealer infestation.

"Remarkable talent," Quan Tiehua mused, raising his Bolter. He subconsciously wondered if he should conduct experiments on this world after acquiring an industrial planet in the future. After all, its industrial efficiency was countless times greater than the cattle he'd known in his past life. Even the AI automatons seemed inferior.

And the cost was practically zero.

As he thought this, his Bolter fired at the opportune moment. A slightly disloyal shell, imbued with the frenzied power of a Machine Spirit, struck the Patriarch's leg, shattering it and toppling it onto the ground. It instantly tripped a whole group in the narrow corridor of the ship's cabin.

Huh?

Quan Tiehua was puzzled. He casually tossed a grenade he'd picked up earlier and retreated, his eyes fixed on his Bolter.

He was an Astartes, a true Primaris.

He had aimed for the head, but it hit the leg.

Could it be that the Machine Spirit was displeased?

He said this as he slapped the Bolter and shook it vigorously.

He removed the magazine, pulled the trigger several times, and then reloaded.

Finally, he reinserted the magazine and stopped, turning to unleash a barrage on the Genestealers that were now charging at him.

"Ah, that's better."

Every shot was a headshot.

This thing just had a bad habit. He'd have to get the Emperor Lord to instill some loyalty into it later.

Quan Tiehua watched the Bolter spew fire, each flash representing a Genestealer returning to the Four-Armed Emperor's throne.

He couldn't help but inwardly complain about the Bolter firing continuously without needing a reload, "What a spoiled brat."

Quan Tiehua's unrestrained slaughter within the Genestealer cult was finally halted.

A Genestealer, heavily built and covered in a grotesque mixture of muscle and chitin, appeared at the end of the corridor, with other Genestealers hiding behind it, avoiding the gunfire.

Even multiple Bolter rounds to its body failed to kill it.

An Aberration.

Quan Tiehua raised an eyebrow. He truly hadn't expected an Aberration to appear among a small Genestealer group in the lower decks of a Rogue Trader's ship.

And judging by its strength, it wasn't weak at all. It might even be an Aberrant Overlord. If it truly was an Aberrant Overlord, then their core base within this Genestealer group likely housed a Broodlord.

Recalling the mission briefing for this task.

This Rogue Trader ship had been lingering near this planet for almost a Terra month. It was highly probable that the planet below had also been infected, and the Broodlord was likely hiding in some Hive City below.

"What a damn troublesome time."