Emperor's Son Fulgrim and the Emperor's Grandson

Quan Tiehua meticulously installed the removed and crudely modified melt bombs, one by one.

The remaining energy was more than sufficient, allowing him to fill almost all the armored corridors and decks beneath the entire bridge.

With the final step completed, Quan Tiehua, satisfied, grabbed his weapon and went to support the Chapter Master and the others.

However, the silence along the way made his inner vigilance grow. Even on a Chaos warship, it was impossible for it to be as silent as a soundproof room with not a single stir, no matter how thoroughly the danger was cleared.

Even the sound of his magnetic boots stepping on the deck traveled far, far away. The feeling intensified the closer he got to the bridge.

His intuition made him stop. He knew that out of their entire Chapter, almost everyone except for a dozen Battle-Brothers left behind had boarded this Chaos warship.

Based on the intelligence gathered before the battle, they had initially thought it was a routine Chaos corruption mission, requiring only a dozen Astartes to resolve.

It was also meant to be a training exercise for him, a Trueborn Space Marine, to gain experience and draw blood. After all, the Chapter's main focus was on the planet below.

But who could have predicted that plans would change. Captain Leonster and the others must have encountered a formidable force, otherwise, the Chapter Master wouldn't have led almost all the Battle-Brothers onto this warship.

And now, nearly the entire Chapter was concentrated around the bridge and its surrounding areas, engaged in fierce combat with these Chaos enemies.

Anyone with eyes could see this was a trap now.

Quan Tiehua shook his head and turned away again, not to flee, but to find a place to conceal himself.

Despite the Astartes' large size, their superhuman overall strength meant that anything within human capability could be achieved if they set their minds to it.

Of course, they could also achieve things beyond human capability.

Crack!

The crisp sound of thin ice being stepped on made Quan Tiehua, whose power systems were shut down in the gap between the wall panels, freeze.

No matter what kind of warship it was, when fighting in space, if the enemy boarded, the air inside the entire vessel would circulate rapidly, becoming thin.

And at the breach point, to maintain the internal atmospheric pressure, some repair materials would be used for filling.

Although the repairs were crude, there was one problem.

The temperature!

The temperature in space was extremely low. Even with the hastily repaired breach, the areas around the damage point would freeze over, forming frost.

A person's footstep on it would create such a cracking sound.

However, it wouldn't be as heavy or as chaotic as the footsteps now.

As expected, in the next second, over a dozen tall figures, their Power Armour covered in grotesque spikes and twisted Chaos runes, flashed past. In the dim light of the warship, controlled due to combat, they exuded a cold and evil aura.

Their iconic helmet designs were bizarre, with exaggerated horn-like protrusions extending from the sides, covered in fine spikes, like demons crawling from the abyss. Beneath the helmets, several slender tendrils could be seen writhing wantonly, and occasionally, scarlet eyes flickered through the helmet slits, cold and mad.

Coupled with the iconic sonic weapons they wielded, their weapon casings also twisted and reshaped by Chaos power, appearing almost alive with their undulating, shifting metal surfaces.

Everything pointed to them being a group of fallen Emperor's Children, Noise Marines.

As they ran, their equipment clashed, emitting sharp friction sounds that intertwined with the incessant, eerie background music. As they passed by Quan Tiehua, he felt a tightening sensation in his... well, he got goosebumps.

But it was this subconscious muscular reaction that brought back a memory from his past life.

Had they defected to Slaanesh? Logically, as Space Marines, they shouldn't have such needs, but these Emperor's Children...

And Fulgrim's nickname had become Fulgrim...

Would they...?

Or who was the aggressor and who was the receiver?

But that didn't seem right either... After all, Fulgrim was so large, while the Emperor's Children were small.

Quan Tiehua stared blankly at the retreating Noise Marines... In that case, how many of them would die?

The wicked images that flashed in his mind, like Slaanesh's mocking laughter, made him shiver involuntarily.

At the same time, he could somewhat understand the Emperor's attitude towards Fulgrim.

After all, what parent would want to see their beloved son... with their grandson... cough cough cough.

Unspeakable, unmentionable.

Thinking this, he subconsciously made the gesture of Amitabha and muttered, "Ami..." but halfway through, he realized something was wrong and changed it to the Aquila salute, "May the Emperor protect."

Meanwhile, in the Sea of Souls within the Warp, the churning grew more intense.

The sun itself seemed to have frosted over the surrounding Warp.

Even the Imperial Palace on Terra began to see snowflakes fall in this weather.

This unprecedented event, appearing again above Terra, was nothing short of a miracle.

Instantly, the Ecclesiarchy's priests offered praise and alms. Believers knelt on the ground, offering their most devout prayers towards the direction of the throne.

However, the Adeptus Custodes in the Imperial Palace and Guilliman, who was chattering in front of his father, inexplicably felt a chill down their spines and a tightening sensation.

Almost everyone instinctively glanced around, fearing their brethren would notice. After all, the overall combat strength of the Adeptus Custodes was even greater than that of the Astartes. Such a small "pelvic floor exercise" could easily be detected.

If their brothers saw this, they would be mocked for years to come.

After confirming that no one around had noticed, they buried this almost shameful act deep within their hearts.

But Quan Tiehua couldn't afford to worry about anything else at the moment. He watched the Noise Marines who had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He was 100% sure that the Chapter's men had been deliberately lured to the bridge, and then surrounded by these Chaos Astartes from the outside, and wiped out in one go.

His Battle-Brothers hadn't found these Noise Marines when they landed to clear out the threats in various compartments. It was estimated that this group wasn't on this ship at the time. It was very likely that this batch had just opened Warp portals in various corners of the ship and entered.

As he spoke, he was about to connect to the Chapter's communications, but a sudden psychic shockwave knocked him to the ground.

This immediately made his heart clench. This was the rhythm of doom. And as crackling sounds echoed from the communications. His heart sank to the bottom.

"We're screwed. Damn it all. Fulgrim, Fulgrim, I really want to kick your ass." He cursed under his breath, but still activated his jump pack, grabbed his weapon, and gathered all sorts of ammunition he had picked up along the way, then followed behind them towards the bridge.