I'm Saving a Big One for Those Chaos Bastards!

The massive Strike Cruiser did not hover in place, but instead sped towards the sky at an extremely high speed after exiting the Warp Rift.

This is the most appropriate course of action!

Otherwise, if it remains hovering above the ground, the Watcher Chapter's Strike Cruiser in space orbit will soon show it what Emperor's strike truly means!

However, before departing, the Chaos Strike Cruiser dropped hundreds of Drop Pod directly onto the forward positions, carrying a large number of troops with them!

Boom!!!

The sky was ignited, and streaks of meteor-like Drop Pod, trailing dazzling flames, plummeted toward the front lines!

Then, the Chaos Astartes who emerged from them were clad in brass-like, but severely corroded, Power Armor. The Aquila Emblem on their chests, a symbol of the Imperium, had long been twisted by the power of Chaos and transformed into a bloody skull symbol of Khorne!

Their weapons, mostly melee weapons such as Chainsword, Power sword, Power axe, and Chainaxe, emitted terrifying roars and howls that shook the surrounding area!

"It's the World Eaters!"

After accurately locking onto the enemy using the Auspex, Lyon's heart sank.

No one knew better than them what kind of Chaos Gang it was, whose origins could be traced back to the founding legions of the Great Crusade, whose Primarch was "Angron," who fell into Chaos and was Ascend to Daemonhood Khorne!

The Chaos World Eaters are known for their preference for close-quarters combat and their ruthless style of collecting enemy heads, making them a formidable force even among the many rebellious Chaos Legion!

But the biggest problem is still... quantity!

The Chaos faction directly deployed what was equivalent to several full-strength Astartes companies, crashing them onto the front lines.

The already crumbling defense line has been completely transformed into a "Maginot Line," meaning the enemy only needs to gather their forces and launch a single attack to easily crush their defensive line!

Even Lyon, a veteran who could recite the Astartes Codex by heart and remember its Primarch's teachings, couldn't help but curse, "What the hell?! Where did all these Chaos Astartes come from?!"

Their rescue mission this time only sent one company, with a total of about a hundred people. Even if you include the Imperialis Militia in the Strike Cruiser, they still wouldn't be able to stop several companies of Chaos Astartes!

Moreover...

Lyon looked worriedly into the starry sky. The Strike Cruiser had already taken off. If things went as expected... what awaited the company was a boarding maneuver by the Chaos Astartes!

"Sir... sir, do we have any more reinforcements?"

Priest Aruman, had participated in the Battle of Cadian and naturally knew what was going to happen next; he was now on the verge of tears.

Losel... what a place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery!

Cultists aside, Tzeentch Khorne's army aside for now, this sudden appearance of an entire Chaos Space Marine Chapter —is it going to be a replay of the Battle of Cadian?

"Stop talking nonsense and keep repairing the communications array!" Lyon glared at Aruman. If the timing hadn't been so inappropriate, he would have slapped him long ago. What kind of nonsense were those questions he was asking!

"Kurs, Roman, Fass, immediately lead your squads to construct defensive positions at the factory's perimeter!"

Although Lyon knew their chances of holding out were extremely slim, he was determined to fight to the very last moment. "For the Emperor, for the Primarch, we will not retreat a single step!!!"

At this moment.

Each Astartes is already very clear.

They will die in battle, die in the Chaos, but they must not retreat even a step, lest they bring shame upon the Primarch!

Courage! Glory!

"Fight to the death, never retreat!!!"

The Astartes were no ordinary troops; even on the most desperate battlefields, they never lacked the courage to draw their swords and kill their enemies!

The only good news is that we haven't seen the enemy deploy Terminator yet, otherwise we would really be doomed.

Lyon analyzed the battle situation nervously. He guessed that the "World Eaters" intended to use the Terminator as an advantage in boarding operations to quickly overrun the Strike Cruiser in space orbit.

Therefore, we must contact them as soon as possible.

"Get the Melta Cannon out of the factory!" Lyon roared viciously. "Give these damned Chaos heretics a surprise!"

This factory was originally Losel's arsenal, and many of its facilities were severely damaged, but fortunately... their specialty was repairing simple weapons and equipment.

Moreover, with the help of Aruman, an excellent technical assistant, several heavy weapons were quickly restored!

"Try to keep them away from you!"

Lyon nervously issued the order.

This isn't out of fear of Chaos, but rather to avoid one's weaknesses and play to one's strengths. Only someone insane would engage in close combat with the World Eaters!

Although, under the constraints of the Astartes Codex, the Legiones Astartes underwent several splits by the Imperium, transforming from its original form as a Legion into Chapter.

However... the Gene Seed of each Chapter, tracing back to its Primarch and even the style of its founding legions, still remain and profoundly influence the sub-legions that were split off in various eras of military establishment.

Take the "Watchers" Chapter as an example. Their Gene Seed can be traced back to the "Ultramarines" legion. They all originated from the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar. The genes that remain in their bones make them more adept at politics, operations, and other related work.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the Ultramarines' Gene Seed are not good at combat; it's just that compared to other legions, the Ultramarines are more inclined towards this aspect.

After all, it's no exaggeration to say that within the current Imperium's territory, the offspring of the Ultramarines are the most numerous, and their Gene Seed are widely recognized as the most stable, wielding the greatest influence. Their descendants are virtually endless.

The sudden arrival of the World Eaters forced the Watcher Chapter's Astartes to consider withdrawing their mortal support units to prevent their lines from being torn apart instantly.

Tucker, Alvin, and the other auxiliary troops retreated back into the factory to operate the newly repaired equipment, engage the World Eaters from a distance, and monitor positions attempting to break through the lines.

"Kid, it seems... you're not getting away."

Tucker seemed quite pleased, wiping the blood from his face as he operated the heavy twin-barreled explosive turret, roaring as he fired into the distance, "Then die with us!"

"Go ahead and die, I don't want to die!"

Alvin wiped the sweat from his face, a hint of bloodshot appearing in his eyes, veins bulging on his forehead, as he growled menacingly, "I will not die! I will!!!"

Strike Cruiser?

Fine, fine, since you're not playing by the rules, Khorne, then don't blame me for playing dirty tricks on you!

"System, stop playing dead!"

Alvin roared inwardly, "Let me see how much energy it takes to bring the 'Key of Covenant' over here!"

[Dear Navigator, transferring the "Key of Covenant" from the Xenomorph Universe to the Main Universe requires 30,000 energy units.]

"Tucker, where's the big energy here?" Alvin turned his head fiercely and looked at Tucker beside him.

What are you going to do?!

Tucker felt a chill run down his spine from the crazed look in his eyes.

"Never mind that!"

Alvin's heart was bleeding, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give those Chaos bastards a surprise!"

I'm not hiding anymore!

If they keep hiding, they'll all be gone!

Once a person is dead, nothing else matters. Besides, with a family backing him up with a "Conqueror-class" warship, what is he afraid of? There are no Inquisitor here anyway!