Regimental Mark Power Sword

The air was thick with the scent of Blood Qi, a surging malice originating from the High Heavens, sweeping in like a tidal wave!

Cold! Trembling! Fear!

A mixture of emotions welled up in Alvin's heart.

Countless Cultists surrounded the place!

He could clearly see that the biological map was surrounded by a dense array of red dots, which were undoubtedly the life thermogenic reactions of the Cultists.

They are already surrounded, and barring any unforeseen circumstances... no one will make it out alive!

"Company Commander, let's fight them!"

The 3rd Company of the 185th Regiment, with only 47 survivors, gripped their weapons tightly.

Amidst their heavy, low breathing, they were already prepared to give their lives for the Imperium and His Emperor. Their eyes revealed a resolute and determined look, showing no sign of retreat or fear.

However, surprisingly...

The Cultists, who seemed like madmen, surrounded Alvin and his group but showed no intention of ganging up on them. They even deliberately left a large empty area.

Gripping the Daemon axe bestowed upon him by the Blood God, the "Chosen of the Gods" strode into the area, his aggressive, crimson eyes burning with a fierce battle intent. In a hoarse, shrill voice, a blend of two voices, he issued his challenge. "Alvin... I, in the name of the 'Blood God,' challenge you!"

No wonder... they specifically set aside an area!

Alvin's lips twitched slightly. Emotional Khorne really "liked" him, actually having the blessed "Chosen of the Gods" draw a circle to fight him one-on-one!

"Tsk, kid... you've been hiding quite a bit."

Commissar Grey, standing beside him, gave him a meaningful look and slowly said, "Only those most valuable and recognized enemies will Khorne display 'equality,' like this one-on-one duel under the witness of the Blood God... I've hardly ever seen that on Cadian. What exactly did you do, kid?"

"He slaughtered His followers and then hurled a few insults at them, calling them cowards..."

Alvin winced in pain, "If I'd known he'd hold a grudge like this, I wouldn't have been so sarcastic! Damn it!"

They're all the five... ugh, the four Evil God of the Warp. Their hearts are smaller than a needle. They just said a few foul words, so why hold a grudge until now and even send the "chosen ones" to collect the debt!

Alvin swears he'll never be foul-mouthed again!

"Looks like... there's no escaping it." Looking around, the Cultists, shouting deafeningly, all had bloodshot eyes; clearly, refusing would mean being beaten to death!

One-on-one, group fight... it's not hard to choose.

"Screw Chaos, Company Commander, stop wasting your breath on these bastards. So what if we die? We're not afraid, let's fight them!" The younger Diz had a very fiery temper, but he respected his Company Commander very much.

Because only Alvin was willing to treat them as human beings.

Before they could finish speaking, all 47 men in the 3rd Company responded.

"Yeah, Company Commander, why bother with a bunch of Chaos in a one-on-one fight?"

"Exactly! We're not afraid to die, we've lived enough!"

"That's right, even if I die, I'll take a few down with me. To hell with one-on-one fights!"

They all knew very well that with that "monster's" destructive power, even if the company commander really agreed to Company Commander duel, his fate would most likely be like the outer fortifications, chopped into mincemeat with an axe and smeared on the ground so badly that it couldn't be shoveled off.

If that's the case, why bother with a one-on-one fight?

Since death is inevitable either way, I might as well take a few sons of Chaos and heretics down with me before I die. At least that will be my final contribution to the Imperium!

But... after a moment of silence, Alvin looked at the "Chosen of the Gods" waiting for a reply in the battle circle and slowly asked, "If I win, can we leave?"

"Can."

The Chosen of the Gods Khorne sneered, his unique tone, a blend of two voices, seemingly mocking his overestimation of his abilities.

"Okay, I..."

Alvin, however, disregarded everything else and was about to agree.

Even if the odds are low, at least if we win, there's hope of taking all the remaining forces out with us!

The 47 men of the 3rd Company... each one was the culmination of his hard work!

However.

Just as Alvin made up his mind to fight to the death against Khorne's "Chosen of the Gods," Emerich, he was stopped by Commissar Grey beside him.

"Kid, a one-on-one fight... it's not your turn yet."

Grey took off his military uniform jacket, revealing his well-defined muscles. His body, which looked like it was cast in iron, was covered with a dense network of crisscrossing scars, some of which were even on vital areas!

Without a doubt, this is a veteran of countless battles!

His ferocious killing intent and unwavering will are in no way inferior to those of the "Chosen of the Gods" blessed by the "Blood God"!

Then, Grey turned and went into the military tent. When he came out again, he was holding a thick-bladed battle sword with an ancient design and a handguard!

The handle of the thick-bladed battle sword has a special mechanical device.

The blade is straight and nearly a meter long. In terms of forging, it is more like a curved blade, but its thick back undoubtedly increases its weight and its lethality when slashing!

But what truly shocked Alvin was that the weapon Grey used, if nothing unexpected happened... was a Mark III Power sword specially awarded by the Department of the Munitorum to outstanding Astra Militarum, and even to Inquisitor!

Power sword is a symbol of status and honor!

The controller at the hilt of the sword will envelop the blade in a highly lethal Disintegration field that can easily cut through flesh, bone, and even the Power Armor of the Astartes!

Even the armor of the "Chosen of the Gods" is no match for it!

Normally, only Astartes, top nobles, Inquisitor, and Astra Militarum are allowed to possess them, but many Astra Militarum have been specially treated by the Department of the Munitorum for their achievements that surpass the limits of mortals, and have been specially awarded the "Power sword" as a symbol of honor!

Clearly, Commissar Grey was one of them!

"Before enjoying the 'main course,' how about a fight?" Grey effortlessly wielded the incredibly heavy Power sword with one hand, slung it over his shoulder, stepped into the drawn battle circle, and faced the terrifying "Chosen of the Gods." He grinned and said, "I, Gant Grey, 109th Regiment of the Cadian Shock Troops, am I qualified?!"

"I know you... Gantt Grey."

The Chosen of the Gods Khorne scrutinized Grey, then surprisingly agreed. A savage, blood-red light flashed from the gaps in his helmet as he rubbed his hands together and growled excitedly, "You are worthy to fight me! The Blood God yearns to wash away the shame of Cadian with your blood and skull!"

"Commissar!"

Alvin's pupils contracted slightly. He never expected that Grey would take his place and Khorne's Chosen of the Gods one-on-one.

"Kid... if I die, remember to take them away." Grey patted his shoulder, his voice low, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "I've been dead since the day Cadian fell. Countless times I've dreamt of that brutal war in the dead of night, hating why I wasn't the one who died... Now, I finally have a chance to be completely free."

"Commissar..."

Alvin; his lips trembled.

"Kid, we haven't known each other for long, but I like you a lot." Grey's face beamed with a bright smile, like... a warrior stepping into a battlefield where death is certain, full of joy.

"Kid, open your eyes wide and look carefully! These are the warriors of the Emperor, these are the true Cadian Shock Troops!" Various warriors, wielding Power sword, strode into the battle, their unbridled fighting spirit soaring to the heavens. "Let me teach you what... fighting is all about!"