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They... they're gone?!

Even at this moment, Garken still couldn't believe that he had been so ruthlessly abandoned by the great Lord of Change, discarded like trash, without even the slightest hesitation!

Watching Tzeentch Greater Daemon his important target and then disappear into the Warp Rift right before their eyes, the Terminator veterans and the Astartes were instantly enraged!

The shattered Ecclesiarchy temple was filled with a chilling atmosphere!

Even Garken, who had been blessed, felt a chill run down his spine and looked in horror at the silent Astartes and the Terminator with their fists clenched.

"Chase!"

The Terminator veteran's voice was deep and thunderous, containing a chilling and sinister killing intent, Power Fist emitted a mechanical roar.

The remaining Astartes stared at Garken with hostile eyes, some Chainsword their Chainsword, others their Bolter, all exuding murderous intent!

Why are you all looking at me?!

Garken had no way to explain himself. It wasn't like he was the one who kidnapped the kid. The grievances should be settled by the Greater Daemon. If you're so capable, go and cause trouble for Tzeentch!

However, the loyalists were clearly unwilling to waste words with him.

Bang!

A bomb slammed into his forehead.

Garken was thrown back several steps by the immense kinetic energy. Not wanting to die, he desperately tried to escape.

As long as... as long as we can escape!

He stared at the narrow doorway, completely ignoring the annoying Astartes, and just kept running towards the door!

"I can't die... I can't die here!" Garken roared, using the torn Warp Rift to unleash Psychic Power shockwave, barely managing to repel the Astartes that surrounded him.

"Ignore him!"

Just then, Astartes, who was about to give chase, heard the Terminator's roar. Turning around, he saw that the Terminator had somehow managed to hold back the closing Warp Rift!

The Terminator was completely trapped in the Warp Rift. Even with the strongest armor, the immense pressure from the closing rift caused sparks to fly everywhere!

Meanwhile, the Thousand Sons Psykana Legion around him was attacking the Terminator relentlessly, clearly intent on destroying him!

"... Abandon pursuit of the target!"

Seeing this, even though the squad commander was unwilling, looking at Garken was only inches away and could be stopped, he still gave the order, "All members, assist the Terminator, stop these damned heretics, and maintain the Warp portal!"

If they lose this Warp portal, it means... they will never be able to find "Alvin Valshius," who was abducted by the Tzeentch Greater Daemon!

At that time, unless the Emperor manifests himself, those who are lost in the depths of the Warp and fall into the kingdom of Tzeentch will never be able to return!

Therefore, in order to maintain the last glimmer of hope, the Terminator used his own body to block the Warp Rift!

He needed to buy time for the follow-up troops!

"That's... that's great!" Garken, who had thought he was going to die, suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

Those damned Astartes were all busy maintaining the Warp portal, which gave him an opening. He scrambled and crawled, terrified that if he was even a fraction slower, he would be dragged back and beheaded!

"I will never let you get away with this!" Garken glared at them with venom, a sinister and vicious plan gradually forming in his mind.

He wanted to use this plan to regain his position in the eyes of the "Lord of Change"!

Yes, this plan will definitely work!

Garken fled, his figure quickly disappearing into the shadows and vanishing from Astartes' sight.

Despite the commander's reluctance, he had no choice but to let the guy escape for the time being, because they had more important matters to attend to!

Click! Click!

The Terminator Armour emitted a groan of despair!

Astartes, in particular, was constantly being impacted by the Warp; blood flowed from its nose, ears, and mouth, and its heart seemed to be pumping at an alarming rate, the sound echoing throughout the entire temple.

"No, come out quickly... Tarlos!"

The commander's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Each Terminator was a precious asset to the company, and the operator was a seasoned veteran with extensive experience. Seeing this veteran enduring such excruciating pain was unbearable for him!

"No!"

Tarlos clenched his teeth, remaining unmoved despite the chilling cracking sound of his bones being crushed, like an unyielding monument. "For... Ultramar, for the Emperor... for courage and glory, I... will never retreat!!!"

They are the watchmen!

Having accepted the rescue mission, we must remain here and complete the mission no matter what happens!

Otherwise, it would be a betrayal of the Imperium and the Emperor!

Gazing at the resolute Terminator, the commander hardened his heart, gripping his Bolt Rifle: "All personnel, cover the Terminator... Hold out until reinforcements arrive! For the Emperor... We will not retreat a single step!"

Click!

The immense pressure forced the Terminator to his knees!

The surrounding Thousand Sons Psykana Legion bombarded the loyal and magnificent monument with even greater ruthlessness, leaving shocking scars on its damaged armor!

The squad commander roared into the comms, "Squad 3 needs backup! Target has been Tzeentch Greater Daemon! Repeat... We need backup!!!"

"Defend the Terminator to the death!!!"

The five outnumbered Astartes completely abandoned their ranged suppression and instead drew various melee weapons, charging fiercely at the crazed Thousand Sons Psykana Legion!

In an instant.

The roar of the Chainsword mingled with the battle cries of loyalty!

Despite losing their physical bodies, the Chaos Astartes of the Thousand Sons still possess the instincts imprinted on their Power Armor, prompting them to unleash the power they had in life!

This is a battle between the loyalists and Chaos!

The two sides fought fiercely, the clash of blood and Psychic Power unleashing the most primal carnage and slaughter!

The Chainsword hissed as it sliced through a Chaos Thousand Sons Power Armor, but inside was not flesh and blood, only overflowing Psychic Power.

Losing its support, the shattered Power Armor crashed to the ground and remained motionless.

The squad commander, panting heavily, looked around. The fighting continued. He once again squeezed out his strength, picked up his Chainsword, and joined the next battle!

The problem is... those Thousand Sons- Psychic Power Astartes resurrected by evil Chaos Sorcery were inanimate objects from the start, and they will soon be resurrected!

But the stamina of the loyalists is rapidly declining!

Moreover, the commander glanced nervously at the Terminator, who was still persisting, and his worry deepened. "Has the reinforcement... not arrived yet?!"

Optimistically speaking, the Terminator can only last another three minutes at most!

But the question is... can they hold on?

The commander, breathing heavily, looked up and saw once more the Chaos Canister that had been slain, now resurrected like zombies. A bitter expression crept onto his face. "Lyon... we may not be able to go back. Goodbye, Golden Throne."

The remaining five Astartes exchanged glances, removed their damaged helmets, and saw in each other's eyes a resolute will to die!

"For the Emperor!!!"

The commander raised his Chainsword high, glaring at the traitors.

Just as they were about to fight to the death, the roof of the Ecclesiarchy's Dome Temple was suddenly smashed through by a huge Drop Pod!

The massive Drop Pod crashed straight into the middle of the Thousand Sons Psykana Legion, even killing two unfortunate individuals.

The commander was dumbfounded by what he saw.

Wait a minute, the Drop Pod crashed directly into the enemy's position! Who came from which legion? How could they be so reckless?!

But he soon found out.

The spaceship door was kicked open, and Albert, dressed in a wolf skin, grinned as he charged out, like a wolf among sheep, wielding his massive Power hammer and smashing people to pieces!

Oh, so it's Space Wolves! No wonder it's so fierce!

Seeing the wolf skin on the enemy's Power Armor and the wolf head insignia on the shoulder armor, the commander instantly understood.

Aside from Space Wolves, very few legions would actually send their spacecraft directly into enemy territory. Well... Space Wolves, being a bit wild is to be expected.

"Oh, it's Thousand Sons?"

Albert never expected to encounter such a pleasant surprise!

"Heh, yes... I never expected to see the Legion of the Thousand Sons here." Andrea struck the Chaos beside him with his Priest's staff, a broad smile on his face.

But no matter how you look at it... their smiles are a little chilling, suggesting some personal grudge.

The squad commander trembled; he had heard of the feud between the Space Wolves and the Thousand Sons.

"You, Sergeant!"

Albert swept away the obstructing Thousand Sons with a few blows, then glared at the somewhat dazed commander. "Was it you who sent the distress call? Your Company Commander, Raimon, has already forwarded it to us. Please repeat the intelligence and battle situation!"

They received the distress signal on their way here.

However, the signal was not very good when breaking through the atmosphere, so it was not very clear and on-site information was needed.

Space Wolves may be reckless, but they're definitely not stupid!

Conversely, any enemy who thinks the Space Wolves is a reckless brute who only knows how to charge blindly will be completely outmaneuvered!

The Space Wolves is both fierce and cunning!

The commander quickly relayed the intelligence, pointing to the struggling Terminator, and said, "The target was taken into this Warp portal; it's been two minutes and thirty-seven seconds since they disappeared."

Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds...

Upon hearing this, Albert's expression turned somewhat serious.

Without the Emperor's protection, even if they ventured deep into the Warp Rift, they would have had a hard time finding their target after such a long period of time.

"What should we do?" Andrea held the book of proverbs, his brow furrowed. "Should we abandon this mission?"

The difficulty of the mission has completely changed from its initial rescue nature... Rescuing people deep into the Warp Rift is extremely difficult.

One wrong move and you could be completely lost in the Warp!

"No..."

Albert's gaze was deep as he stared at the Warp Rift. He said in a low voice, "A human that Tzeentch values so highly... is definitely not simple. We must rescue him!"

After saying that, he added, "Besides, don't forget, Andrea... who guided us here."

"Yes... it's... All-Father and Leman Russ."

Andrea understood the Company Commander's decision, closed his eyes, and said, "In that case, let... Butzwig go with you and cause a ruckus, Company Commander."

"Place Teleportation Beacon!"

Albert gazed at the Warp Rift, stretched his limbs, and grinned. "Tell Raimon on the ship that this time, the spoils... we're splitting them in half!"

"Teleportation Beacon has been deployed!"

"Butzwig... The Sacred Dreadnought has been deployed!"

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