Offend Khorne and Still Want to Run?

"Oh, right, there's something I forgot to ask you. After you fainted just now, you had a big smile on your face... What did you see?" Tucker asked.

Would you believe me if I said I'd met a "Living Saint"?

Alvin asked cautiously.

"I believe you, of course I believe you."

Tucker was expected to be surprised, but instead he seemed unfazed, saying, "Even if you said you saw the Emperor, I'd believe you!"

Given how uncanny this kid is, he wouldn't be surprised if he saw Living Saint, or even if the Emperor Lord appeared one day!

The last heir of the Merchant Dynasty, who ended up Underhive in Xiachao, then learned combat skills for a few days and was able to kill the Chosen of Khorne. If this story were made into a book, probably no one would believe it!

But ironically, this actually happened!

Tucker would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

"Be thankful, kid... If you weren't named 'Valshius,' with your status as Psyker, hmph." Tucker stared at him coldly and said, "While you were unconscious, those Astartes over there would have chopped your head off."

Alvin could not deny this.

He truly benefited from the surname "Valshius," otherwise, as A-class Psyker, the immense risks he faced during the Warp Rift would have been far greater than those of the others!

Even so, he still aroused the apprehension of the Watchers Chapter, who feared that he too would explode, tearing open another rift, which would truly be the end for them.

"Kid, this isn't the time for idle chatter." The old man from the Astra Militarum tossed him a Bolter and said, "If you don't want to die, get up and fight!"

Now, the number of survivors in the entire Hive City, including those who are able to fight, is only a few tens of thousands, all of whom are holed up in a Forge Factory.

Astartes were in charge of the various passageways and strongholds, with mortal troops assisting them and filling the remaining gaps. Outside, there was a vast army of Daemon, a truly spectacular sight!

"What's the situation now?" Alvin skillfully deactivated the safety, and with the aid of his Bio-armor, precisely targeted and eliminated the Fear Demons in the air, taking a moment to inquire about the battle situation.

"Hold on, there's always a way." Tucker's left shoulder was wrapped in bandages, pale and red, clearly indicating a serious injury, but he still persisted in fighting, gritting his teeth and saying, "These sons of bitches heretics don't have orbital weapons. As long as we hold on, the higher-ups will definitely find a way to send reinforcements!"

Suddenly, several Flesh Hounds tore through the mortals' lines and charged directly at Alvin!

"The Blood God of Grass Mud Ma!!!"

Alvin, already thoroughly provoked, immediately cocked his Bolter and fired several shots at the pack of Flesh Hounds. He then casually pulled out Frag Grenade from Tucker's waist and threw it. "Take cover!"

Boom!!!

The Frag Grenade blasted the Flesh Hounds to smithereens.

Tucker was thrown back a few steps by the blast wave, and wiping the blood on his face, he cursed angrily, "Next time, throw me further away! You almost killed me too!"

"Impossible, I know what I'm doing!" Alvin had just said when he saw a bloody line suddenly torn open in the distance among the horde of Cultists!

Several Khorne Heralds, wielding blood-red greatswords and Herald of Khorne horns on their heads, were locked in a fierce battle with several Astartes using their exceptional martial skills!

Ta-da!

In an instant, swords flashed and sparks flew!

Neither of them were ordinary people, and their skills had been honed to an astonishing level. In just a few moves, Alvin broke out in a cold sweat. He had thought that by defeating Khorne's Chosen of the Gods, he could at least be considered a minor hero.

However, upon witnessing the battle between the Herald of Khorne and Astartes, I realized how naive I had been!

That superhuman speed and power, with each collision, produced a deafening clang of metal striking metal, and the Cultists and even the Tzeentch Daemon caught in the fray were shredded into pieces!

The scariest thing is... there's more than one Terminator!

Instead, four units were deployed and teleported down, two of which were specially modified and equipped with twin-barreled Melta Cannon and Storm Bolter, to stop the Daemon' advance with powerful firepower!

"Where's Aruman?!" Alvin shouted at the top of his lungs.

"He's trying to restore our communications array!" Because the battlefield was so chaotic, Tucker could only shout back, "That old man in your family has a Conqueror cruiser. If we can get it down, we'll be saved!"

Goodness gracious... Conqueror-class Cruiser?

Alvin gasped. It seemed his family wasn't so simple; they even possessed this!

On the other side, at the front lines of the battlefield.

Lyon took a half step back, letting his combat brother fill the gap. Taking advantage of the reload, he immediately turned to Aruman: "Has the communications array been restored?!"

"Almost there, sir!"

Aruman was sweating profusely with anxiety, lamenting that he was the only technical support left in the entire Hive City!

If there were a few more people, the repairs wouldn't have taken so long. That damned Warp Storm destroyed the original communication array, and rebuilding it will take a lot of time!

Lyon frowned, and for some reason... he felt increasingly uneasy, as if something terrible was about to happen!

"Commander, massive Warp fluctuations detected at 9 o'clock!" Suddenly, his combat comrade's urgent voice pulled him back to reality.

Click!

After the reload was completed, Lyon immediately took over the vacancy, and the Auspex detected the Warp fluctuation.

In fact, even without the Auspex, they could clearly see with their naked eyes that something terrifying was brewing within that hundreds-of-meters-long Warp "scar"!

A strong sense of foreboding washed over everyone!

Boom!!!

Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, turbulent currents of Warp surged forth from the rift, and then, before everyone's eyes, Strike Cruiser emerged from the rift, its shape resembling flesh and blood, covered in twisted spikes and engraved with blasphemous runes!

Where the hell did this Strike Cruiser come from?!

Alvin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. And judging from the paint scheme of that warship, it was definitely one of Old K's dependents. This guy was like a persistent ghost!

As it turns out, Alvin's guess was correct!

The Strike Cruiser that emerged directly from the Warp Rift did not ram them. Instead, it poured out a large number of Chaos cans, covered in Power Armor twisted by Chaos and covered in flesh and blood, wielding Chainsword and Bolter, and shouting "Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne Chaos Canister!"

Seeing this, Lyon's eyes widened in fury. "It's Chaos Astartes! Quickly send out a signal flare to request help from space!"

He knew very well that with his current forces, it was impossible to stop the Chaos Astartes's attack!

Oh no, this is really going to be a huge mess!

Despair filled Alvin's eyes. "Winnie, oh Winnie, you've really put me in a difficult position now. This is not a problem I can solve at all!"