Prisoner E, Get Someone Here to Save Me!

Let's shift our focus back to the battlefield.

The protagonist that Aruman and Tucker were desperate to find, Mr. Alvin Mr. Valshus, was almost cleaved in two by an axe from who-knows-where, a man clad in blood-red blasphemous armor!

Emperor Lord bless you!

Winnie's spirit protect you!

Void Shield... Bless me!

Looking at the blood axe so close at hand, Alvin could almost smell the thick, pungent stench of blood clinging to the axe blade!

But what shocked him even more, and even horrified him, was...

From that thick, blasphemous armor, covered in twisted spikes that seemed to be a mixture of flesh and blood and blessed by Chaos Sorcery, he actually heard a very familiar voice!

"Mr. Alvin..."

The slightly immature voice seemed to be mixed with pain, hatred, and distortion, and the malice that gathered together surged toward Alvin like a raging torrent.

"You are... Emerich?!"

Alvin was startled, then suddenly remembered why the voice sounded so familiar—only "Emerich" would address him that way!

However, the next moment...

The "monster" blessed by Khorne raised its axe blade once more, its terrifying aura of savagery and slaughter mingled with the mocking laughter from the Brass Throne in the High Heavens, as it unleashed another strike!

Boom!

A streak of crimson light flashed, and countless souls wailed in agony!

The air shrieked, as if the entire space was about to be shattered by this axe. The terrifying shockwave was almost tangible, carrying a thousand times the force of gravity, and pressed directly onto Alvin!

Looking at the Void Shield, which had been hit by an axe earlier and was now riddled with cracks and looked as if it was about to collapse, he immediately realized that the Void Shield could not withstand this axe blow!

Whether or not the armor inside the desecrated suit actually belonged to "Emerich" was something he completely forgot about.

Thanks to the superior performance of the Bio-armor, Alvin's physical attributes were enhanced many times over, making him a "mini-superman" in any other world.

Alvin bent over, the axe blade grazing the back of his head!

A chill ran down the back of my neck, a coldness like countless ants gnawing at my skin, and surged directly into my central nervous system.

The more dangerous the situation, the calmer you need to be!

Despite appearing to be in danger, Alvin's mind remained clear. Seizing the opportunity when the "monster" missed its target and froze, he drew his loyal Plasma Gun, pressed the muzzle against the "monster's" forehead, and pulled the trigger hard. "I refuse to believe this tattered armor can withstand Plasma Gun!"

Boom!!!

The blazing white Plasma cannon struck the blasphemous helmet at almost point-blank range!

In an instant, the intense heat mixed with the explosion erupted in the narrow street ruins, and the dazzling white plasma orb could be clearly seen even by Commissar Grey, who was hundreds of meters away!

What does it feel like to be hit by Plasma Gun at close range?

Alvin is fortunate enough to be able to answer this question.

This thing was so powerful that even with the Bio-armor and psychic barrier providing double protection, it still caused him to temporarily lose his hearing.

It's like the Ecclesiarchy bell, striking thousands, even tens of thousands of times in my mind, the noise buzzing loudly!

The shockwave from the explosion was like a giant hammer, slamming directly into his chest and sending him flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground, leaving him with a headache and nausea.

Only after spitting out the stagnant blood clot did Alvin feel better; the tinnitus gradually disappeared, and his blurred vision returned to clarity.

However, when he clearly saw the figure within the cloud of smoke, still as steady as a mountain, standing unyielding, his expression changed drastically, revealing a look of utter horror. "No way... you can't even be killed by this?!"

That's Plasma Gun!

As if in response, the abominable, blasphemous monster emerged from the smoke, half of its helmet shattered, but its face still obscured. "Ah... Alvin! Coward!!!"

But this time, it seems it's not just one person's voice!

From that extremely indistinct sound, besides "Emerich's" voice, there seemed to be another person's voice!

However, the situation did not allow Alvin time for further consideration.

Thump!

The ground suddenly shook and cracked inch by inch.

Amidst the vast cloud of smoke spreading out like a mighty wave, the unfortunate creature, clearly blessed by "Khorne," charged straight toward Alvin at an astonishing speed.

Boom!

The ruins ahead were smashed to pieces!

Along the way, neither the Laser gun nor the cluster grenades could change the course of "Khorne's Chosen," as if it only had its sights on Alvin and ignored everyone else!

Whoosh!

A fierce storm swept out, carrying a blood-red axe blade!

Life and death hang in the balance!

In less than a fraction of a second, Alvin made the judgment that best suited the current situation from among countless options!

Psychic Power... bursts forth!

The combined Psykana Power, like the impact of ten million tons, was concentrated into a single point and slammed into the "monster's" body, creating a tiny opening!

Taking advantage of the "monster" losing its balance and the giant axe grazing the opening as it cleaved down beside him, Alvin rolled away lazily, instantly escaping the attack range.

Rumble!!!

However, after the axe blade struck, it immediately blasted the entire street, and even the ruins and bunkers behind it, to pieces!

God knows just how much force that axe blow had!

Alvin was forced back several meters by the surging airflow, and looked up at "Khorne's Chosen" with a shocked expression!

Oh my god, what do we do with this thing?

With Khorne's blessing and the power of Chaos Sorcery, this guy could single-handedly sweep across the entire battlefield!

But unfortunately, he was targeted!

From a certain perspective, it has relieved at least 90% of the pressure on the Planetary Defense Force; otherwise, if they were thrown onto the front lines, they could have breached the entire defense line in no time!

Alvin was in dire straits, being chased and forced to flee in terror!

Regardless of whether that thing is the Chosen of Khorne, the Khorne Champion, or some other random Khorne, it's clearly something he can't withstand!

This thing's opponent should be the Astartes, the Angel of the Emperor, not the scavengers who pick up trash in the Hive City!

"Look me in the eye—you coward!"

The "monster," dragging a massive blood-red axe, was surrounded by a dense crimson light, as if accompanied by the wails and screams of countless souls. "In the name of the 'Blood God,' and witnessed by the supreme Brass Throne... I will cut off your head and offer it to my lord!"

"... Why does that sound so familiar?"

Alvin's lips twitched, and a terrible thought suddenly popped into his mind, "Could it be... that he's retaliating against me for calling Rashid a coward the whole time he killed him?"

In an instant, cold sweat poured down his back!

No, Khorne holds grudges?!

Why would a dignified Warp from the fifth... fourth great Evil God of the subspace, the Blood God known for his brutality, bother with a mere human?

They even created a god of blessing; isn't this blatant bullying of the weak?

Your Emperor Lord, help me!

Someone next door is cheating and can't handle it anymore, damn it! For the sake of the Imperium, send a Chosen One to help your brother out!

Yesterday I asked the editor if there was any chance of getting a recommendation, but unfortunately it wasn't going to work out; the results were quite poor. It's incredibly frustrating; I've been stuck in the second round of recommendations until now, these days are truly unbearable.