Old K Is Snatching People!

The head of the Chosen of the Gods rolled to the ground.

The blood-red light that enveloped the battle circle slowly dissipated like mist. Alvin suddenly felt all the strength drained from his body, and he couldn't even stand up, collapsing to the ground.

"Huff... huff..."

He was panting heavily, but the bloodshot in his pupils seemed not to have faded, giving them a savage, violent aura.

Of course, Alvin himself was unaware of this.

"Company Commander!"

Diz was extremely anxious and rushed over to support the weakened Alvin, asking with concern, "Are you alright, Company Commander?"

"Alert! Alert!"

"Keep an eye on those damn bastards, don't let them ambush the Company Commander!"

The rest of the group rushed forward, surrounding Alvin. Everyone released their safety, nervously pointing their guns at the menacing Cultists around them.

However, something unexpected happened!

The Cultists, who had been eyeing them menacingly with their red brows, suddenly retreated like a tide, making way for a path leading deep into the Middle Hive.

"Are these bastards out of their minds?"

Diz stared at the scene in astonishment, utterly bewildered. In his mind, the Cultists should have angrily charged forward and torn them apart, not voluntarily made way for them.

"Be careful, they might be plotting something!" Cliff, who seemed more mature, said in a deep voice, warning everyone to be cautious.

But Alvin shook his head, saying weakly, "It's alright, they had no ulterior motives. As agreed... I won, and they let us go!"

Upon hearing this, Diz was even more surprised and asked with a face full of doubt, "Company Commander, Cultists also keep their promises?"

"If it were another cult... perhaps not."

Alvin was badly injured and panting heavily. He paused slightly and said, "But... the followers of the Blood God, in most cases, will still abide by their agreements, as a sign of respect for the victor."

Despite Khorne's fondness for skulls and Khorne, Chaos Gods also appreciates courage, especially in battles where the weaker party wins with the conviction to Khorne.

The Chaos Gods, symbolizing order, are not entirely evil. For Khorne, Khorne also symbolizes human courage, integrity, honor, and so on.

Let's go...

Alvin urged everyone to leave quickly.

After all, although he says he will keep Khorne promises, who knows if Old K, who is vengeful and petty, will launch a surprise attack!

Not to mention, he knew that the cult had another powerful weapon, the Hell Dragon, which hadn't appeared yet!

The 47 men of the 3rd Company carefully helped Alvin leave the command post under the watchful eyes of the Cultists.

But then came a deafening roar from behind!

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

"Company Commander, what do they mean by chanting 'champion'?"

Diz gave Alvin a strange look and asked.

Little did he know, Alvin was terrified, his soul nearly leaving his body, and hurriedly urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up... Don't ask so many questions!"

Although the crowd didn't understand, they inexplicably felt that the "champion" the Cultists were shouting seemed to be referring to the "Company Commander"!

Alvin was terrified, cursing Old K inwardly for being dishonest!

If you can't beat them, are you planning to let them join?

Fortunately, there was no Inquisitor here, otherwise, just that statement alone would have been enough to warrant the death penalty for White Phosphorus!

The group retreated deeper into the Middle Hive, but the deeper they went, the more desolate they felt, as the number of Daemon ravaging the area increased exponentially!

Countless hideous Daemon surged forth like a tidal wave!

"Fire! Fire!"

"Hold the line and don't let it break!"

"Don't forget the Company Commander's tactics: three people per group, hold them off, and kill these damn monsters!"

The 47 men of the 3rd Company formed a defensive position and advanced while providing mutual cover.

However, there were simply too many Daemons, and soon some people could not hold them off, forcing everyone to retreat into a building.

Cliff wiped the blood from his face and roared as he directed his troops to fight back against the Daemon trying to flood into the building!

No one wanted to give up on "Alvin"!

Exhausted, Alvin could no longer use his Psychic Power and could only rely on his Bolter to barely hold off the Daemon.

But soon, everyone's ammunition ran out!

Boom!

One bunker was breached, which quickly triggered a chain reaction!

"Stop them! Stop them!"

"Protect the Company Commander!!!"

Diz let out a low growl, raised his gun and stood in front of Alvin, roaring as he sprayed bullets at the Daemon, but he was ultimately outnumbered and outmatched, and it looked like he was about to be torn apart by the Daemon.

Is it really not working...?

Looking at the 3rd Company, now completely trapped in a desperate situation, a terrifying red light flashed in Alvin's eyes, as if a voice was saying... rage!

All he needs to do is surrender his reason to his anger... and he can wipe out these damned Daemon and save everything he wants to save!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Just then, a loud bang interrupted Alvin's thoughts, pulling him back from the brink of rage to the edge of sobriety!

Rumble!

The restless roar of machinery emitted a sharp, piercing sound, like a sports car, carrying a surging wave of air, sweeping rapidly from the right!

The jagged, interlocking blades, propelled by the engine, spun at incredible speed, easily tearing apart the Daemon that lunged at Alvin.

Fresh blood, mixed with bits of flesh, rained down!

Alvin was almost soaked, and just as he was looking on in astonishment, he suddenly felt himself being pulled backward.

The chainsaw's high-speed spinning blade, employing extreme violence and roaring with the wrath of the Emperor, once again sliced the surrounding Daemon in half!

Only then did Alvin hear a familiar voice, filled with anger, explode in his ear. "Damn it, I can't teach you anything? If you're distracted on the battlefield, how many lives do you have?!"

Looking back, a face stained with bits of flesh and blood came into Alvin's view. Although the appearance was truly terrifying, like a demon crawling out of Hell, it still filled him with joy. "Tucker?!"

"Focus your attention!"

Tucker swung his Chainsword, sending flesh and blood splattering everywhere. He then drew his pistol from his waist and, almost before Alvin noticed, shot the Daemon who was trying to sneak up on him!

Next, Tucker gave him a full demonstration of what it meant to be a recipient of the "Iron Eagle Medal," a jungle tough guy from Catachan, and a retired veteran of the Astra Militarum —a true combat expert.

He single-handedly suppressed the Daemon that had broken into the room!

Bombs exploded, chainsaws roared!

This guy slaughtered dozens of Daemons, truly demonstrating what it means to be a "God of War"!

"Kid, we've finally found you!"

Tucker stared at Alvin in surprise.

Originally, when the Upper-hive suddenly fell and countless Daemon poured out, he and Aruman both thought that Alvin was doomed.

Just as the two were about to give up, Tucker suddenly felt as if a voice was calling him to a certain place, as if it were a sudden impulse.

So Tucker decided to give it one last shot.

Unexpectedly, they actually encountered a severely injured Alvin; it was nothing short of a "miracle"!