Commissar, For the Imperium's Sake, Give Your Brother a Hand!
Alvin was in agony.
Oh, Lord K, if you don't show your power soon, you'll lose a loyal subject! That shameless old man next door, a sore loser, actually threw out a "bomb"!
That's outrageous!
Who the hell plays Dou Dizhu and throws bombs at the start?
He was at most playing "three of a kind," but the opposing King couldn't handle it and just threw out a "royal flush." Is that reasonable?!
Why didn't the Chosen Ones go after Astartes, the Astra Militarum, or Echoes? Why did they have to target him? This scavenger who Underhive, is he out of his mind?
So what if he was a little too talkative last time when he was abusing the believers you blessed, and called them "cowards" a few times? Is it really necessary for "God's Chosen" to bite him like a mad dog?
"Damn it, maybe I'll get another chance... huff, huff!" Alvin, panting heavily as the "mad dog" chasing him relentlessly, muttered to himself, "He had to give the Emperor... ugh, the Emperor Lord, a talking device!"
Isn't this blatant bullying?
"Commissar! Commissar!"
Alvin sprinted away, and from afar he spotted the bewildered Commissar Grey. Overjoyed, he shouted, "Quick, quick, save me... It's me, Alvin, the Company Commander you personally promoted! For the sake of the Imperium, lend me a hand!"
"By the Emperor, am I seeing things?!"
Grey rubbed his eyes hard, afraid he was seeing things, but when he saw it clearly and followed Alvin's "creature," his mouth felt like it was stuffed with a watermelon, and his pupils gradually shrank.
This thing... it looks somewhat familiar.
As for why it looked familiar, well, we have to mention that back in Fortress of Cadia, when he was still a member of the assault force, he saw such a large gash torn open every day. How could he not recognize it?!
If this were Cadian, Grey wouldn't be surprised.
But he was curious: Losel, this wretched place, is basically a remote star system, surrounded by Great Rift, so where did these monsters and demons come from?
The next second.
The Commissar commanding the Defense Force turned without hesitation and, in a nearly hoarse voice, roared with grief and despair, "Artillery positions, two hundred meters ahead... concentrated fire coverage!!!"
Thanks to the Commissar's booming voice, Alvin, who was 200 meters away, heard everything clearly and was completely dumbfounded.
Dude, are you sure you didn't hear me wrong?
It's asking you to lend your brother a hand, not to fucking push him away!
"Commissar, but..."
The soldier next to him seemed a little puzzled. He knew that there were his own troops stationed 200 meters ahead, and if they were hit by concentrated fire, it could cause casualties.
"Get out of my way and fire it now!!!"
Grey kicked the soldier to the ground, glared menacingly at the communications officer, and roared at the top of his lungs, "Did you hear that? Intensive fire coverage! Don't stop without my orders! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
The command was repeated three times.
On the battlefield, this means that in extremely dangerous situations, no matter how incredible the order may seem, it must be carried out resolutely!
Call out!
Call out!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
After a moment of silence, the entire dome of the Hive City echoed with piercing screams. Looking up, Alvin could see countless shells trailing scorching flames.
It was like the raging flames of Emperor!
It was scattered across the vast sky, like a torrential downpour, crashing down in their direction!
To be able to view dense fire coverage from this perspective is unprecedented, if not unprecedented, at least currently unparalleled, especially for a member of the "friendly forces".
For a moment, Alvin had countless curses swirling in his mind, but he kept them all inside.
If it weren't for Old K, who was chasing after him like a mad dog, constantly cursing him as a "coward," he would have definitely shot that Commissar in the head!
But things have come to this point, we can't just wait to die, can we?
Alvin, quick-thinking, hurriedly called for the Navigator and, before the barrage of artillery fire could fall, they traversed to the Alien World.
Rumble!!!
Under Grey's insistence on unleashing a barrage of firepower regardless of the cost, a hail of shells rained down on the area in an instant!
A terrifying explosion instantly erupted above the ruins, sending a mushroom cloud tens of meters in diameter into the air.
The billowing air currents were almost tangible, hurling the surrounding ruins and rubble dozens of meters high. In the center of the Veil -like smoke and dust, the air temperature was ignited by the artillery fire, reaching an astonishing tens of thousands of degrees!
A deafening roar of cannons, utterly devastating!
The entire battlefield seemed to be shaking, and countless plumes of smoke enveloped the area under fire, completely obscuring any human presence!
"Political... Commissar?"
The communications soldiers seemed to be shocked.
After all, previous artillery support was mostly scattered across various battlefield areas, making it difficult to see hundreds or thousands of shells landing simultaneously in one area!
This scene... it looks absolutely stunning!
"The artillery is asking... whether to continue?" The communications soldier swallowed hard, feeling sorry for the man from before. How many people would ever encounter such treatment?
Did I say I was going to stop?
Grey glared at the communications officer, then looked worriedly at the battlefield. If only he could have used a Melta... things wouldn't be so passive.
Thinking of this, he was furious. Those Upper-hive nobles, a bunch of cowardly good-for-nothings, did they think they could be safe just by hiding?
Once the cult has completely taken over the Hive City, no one will be able to escape!
Despite the criticism, the heavy artillery barrage, though sacrificing a commander, was considered by Grey to be very worthwhile. If they could replace the "Chosen of the Gods," it would be even more worthwhile!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Another round of heavy artillery fire has swept across the area!
Once again, the earth-shattering scene was repeated: the scorching blast wave swept up smoke, dust, ruins, and rubble, engulfing everything like cannonballs, surging in all directions!
Many unfortunate people even had their heads blown off by falling rocks.
So here's the question... Can the heavy artillery deployed by the Planetary Defense Force, with its numerical superiority, kill a "chosen one" blessed by Old K?
From a probabilistic standpoint, it cannot be said that it does not exist.
But... it's almost equivalent to zero.
Amidst the chaotic smoke, a blood-red, foul wind swept through, and a violent shockwave, visible to the naked eye, sliced through the dust, revealing armor covered in twisted flesh and jagged spikes, filled with blasphemous Chaos Sorcery!
As it turns out... the Planetary Defense Force's artillery couldn't kill a "Khorne Chosen of the Gods" blessed by Khorne at all!
Its entire body was enveloped in a dense, blood-red light, clearly Psychic Power from the Warp, which shielded it from the bombardment!
"Coward!!!"
Looking around at the completely vanished Alvin, Khorne, the "Chosen of the Gods," let out an angry roar, channeling all his rage into the blood-red axe.
In an instant, a thick, bloody light appeared, like a surging torrent!
That was a "Daemon Weapon" bestowed by Khorne!
Forged in the depths of the Warp, fueled by countless drops of blood and innocent souls, it unleashed earth-shattering destructive power with a single swing. The tangible Psychic Power cleaved the earth, and the aftershocks destroyed the entire defensive line!
However, just as they were about to continue advancing, completely destroy this defensive line, and lead their followers to break through and capture Middle Hive, they saw that the "Chosen of the Gods" had stopped in place for a long time for some reason, and finally glared fiercely at the surroundings.
Having confirmed that he could not find any trace of Alvin, he dragged the terrifying Daemon Great Axe and slowly turned to leave.
The fanatical cult followers, inexplicably, simultaneously halted their offensive and retreated to their Underhive like a tide.
"It's over?"
Grey was somewhat bewildered. He didn't understand why the cult had suddenly retreated, or why the Daemon "Chosen of the Gods" had given up on directly attacking the enemy's position. Everything seemed shrouded in mystery.
Just then...
He suddenly realized that, amidst the ruins, the boy who had just been bombarded by heavy artillery had miraculously survived!
Wait... you're one of the "chosen ones" too?!