Sacred Dreadnought: I'm Here to Help!

There aren't many things that can frighten Albert.

Aside from the Chapter Master, the only worry he had was that one day, after a high-intensity physical battle with the heretics, he would be half-dead and buried alive in the Dreadnought by the Apothecary, the Chapter Master, and Andrea —those three bastards.

Although he had repeatedly expressed his hope that he wouldn't be buried in the Dreadnought after his death, given the Chapter Master's bastardly personality, he felt the chances were slim.

Moreover, the Chapter currently has one Dreadnought still available!

Albert couldn't help but feel that the empty Dreadnought was meant for him.

Each "Dreadnought Armour" is a living monument that records the glorious history of the Chapter, and it houses the Astartes who were too badly injured to serve the Emperor during the war!

Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?

But in reality, the Dreadnought Armour is also jokingly called the "Freezer"!

The Dreadnought Armour is piloted by a Space Marine who is unable to continue fighting due to physical defects.

The two are closely connected through neural links, allowing the driver to manipulate this massive War Machine as if it were their own body, returning to the battlefield!

And one can only leave again upon death!

After being buried in the Dreadnought, they will lose all unnecessary emotions, and their souls will repeat endless cycles of sleep, awakening, and battle until, over the long years, their souls are completely worn away and can no longer be awakened. Only then will they be completely buried beneath the monastery, where they will receive true death and blessings.

But only those buried in the Dreadnought Astartes, when they don't need to be awakened, will know... what kind of torment exists in that endless emptiness!

Of course, not everyone is qualified to be buried inside the "Dreadnought Armour". Only those Astartes with outstanding battle achievements have the opportunity to be buried inside when they are half dead.

In Warhammer, death is a blessing.

Especially for those Astartes with glory and merit, such as Albert, who fought for the Emperor in the galaxy and endured bloody battles, their only hope was to rest in peace after death.

But unfortunately... this wish is difficult to fulfill.

Bury me in Dreadnought -- excerpt from <Don't Bury Me in Dreadnought>.

It cannot be ruled out that some people would voluntarily be buried in the Dreadnought, but most Astartes have given everything for the Emperor in their lifetime, and very few are willing to be buried in this "cold coffin" after death, continuing to fight in the Purgatory galaxy for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years!

Therefore, anyone whose "Dreadnought" is awakened will more or less be a little grumpy when they wake up.

"They've arrived."

The deafening roar that ripped through the sky pulled Albert back to reality, and he looked up at the heavens with a complicated expression.

As the Teleportation Beacon vibrated, the entire Ecclesiarchy trembled violently, like a terrifying earthquake, unleashing a visible shockwave that carried smoke, dust, and flying debris!

In the midst of a terrifying, colossal shadow, the awe-inspiring "Dreadnought" has arrived!

Its enormous size, over three meters tall, exerted an invisible pressure on the Chaos.

Even though these Thousand Sons' Chaos Canister had long since died with the passage of time, the memories remaining in their souls still instilled in them a deep-seated fear of that enormous mech, adorned with sacred prayers, banners, and countless badges and decorations!

That was a Sacred Dreadnought!

Its exaggerated, seemingly bulky shape, resembling a heavy tank or fortress, along with the wolf head emblem on its shoulders, inspires genuine respect in every Astartes!

Simply to witness their deployment is a tremendous honor!

"Albert, where are the enemies?!"

A slightly agitated voice came from the loudspeaker inside "Venerable Dreadnought".

"Butzwig, do you have the guts to venture into the Warp with me?" Albert, carrying the Power hammer, grinned and looked up at the Venerable Dreadnought: "This time, it's no joke, there's a Chaos monstrous Greater Daemon among us!"

"The Greater Daemon? Where is he?!"

Buried in the Venerable Dreadnought Butzwig, he was clearly intrigued and couldn't help but take a few steps forward, not noticing that he had trampled on several newly resurrected Thousand Sons Cans.

"Hmm? Thousand Sons?"

At this moment, he finally noticed the Chaos Canister that had been trampled to death under his feet, and then... he turned around and saw Thousand Sons.

The Legion of the Thousand Sons?

The familiar colors of the Power Armor instantly evoked memories lingering within this long-standing Venerable Dreadnought machine, which immediately infuriated Butzwig!

To tell this story, we have to start with the Great Crusade.

In short, the feud between the Space Wolves and the Thousand Sons is a long-standing one!

"The Thousand Sons!!!"

The Venerable Dreadnought wielded a giant axe, unleashing a power that could split mountains and shatter rocks, sweeping across armies and directly cleaving more than a dozen Thousand Sons in half at the waist!

He raised his foot, swung his fist, and swept the axe across!

With just a few simple moves, they wiped out most of the Chaos Canister from the Thousand Sons in one go!

As Dreadnought to the Chapter, the Dauntless could not possibly venture into the Warp alone; there had to be other Astartes present at all times.

At least, it can be guaranteed that in extreme circumstances, if the pilot of the Dreadnought Astartes dies, the remaining crew can reclaim this monument of the Chapter!

It's important to understand that every Dreadnought, even the cast iron version, is a rare and precious "artifact" for the Chapter; each one used reduces the remaining supply.

Expecting the Adeptus Mechanicus to fix things for you?

Stop dreaming. Models like the Venerable Dreadnought are impossible for even the Adeptus Mechanicus to replicate. If it were lost, the Chapter Master would probably shoot Albert dead!

The Astartes that were subsequently airdropped quickly assembled.

To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, Albert even brought in two Terminator before leading his entire force into the Warp Rift!

"Next... I'll keep the passage open for you."

The Chapter's Librarian smiled slightly and took over the role of the Terminator, using Psychic Power to maintain the rift.

Within the Warp Rift, Psychic Power Stormfront raged!

A magnificent tapestry of colors, woven together like a torrent, swept down, and Albert managed to make out a path with great difficulty!

It's strange, really!

In the Warp, they saw a faint golden flame, as if it were guiding them.

Albert, who hadn't held out much hope, saw the direction the golden flames were pointing and his eyes lit up with joy. "Leman Russ above, may the All-Father protect us!"

Who else but the omnipotent All-Father could carve out a passage in such a chaotic Warp?

They followed the trail of the golden flames and suddenly heard a fierce collision, indicating that a battle was taking place ahead!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The shockwaves of Psychic Power raged, spreading like ripples!

Within the already chaotic Warp Rift, the power of the Psychic Power fluctuations that erupt is even more terrifying than in the physical universe!

Even though Astartes had Power Armor, it was still knocked away by the ripples from the Psychic Power, and cracks appeared all over its hard Ceramite armor!

"Butzwig!"

Albert noticed this, his expression changed slightly, and he decisively ordered the Dreadnought Armour to clear the way.

Butzwig strode forward with heavy steps, like a massive fortress, using the round shield on his left arm to block the surging Psychic Power fluctuations for his brothers behind him!

Soon, with the Dreadnought Armour acting as the vanguard and blocking the vast majority of the impact, Albert led several squads to advance rapidly and reach their battlefield positions!

But upon seeing the target, a look of astonishment appeared on his face!

That was... a woman?!

On one side of the battle, there was none other than the Greater Daemon Tzeentch. His two eagle heads glared at each other, gripping their crystal scepters and unleashing wave after wave of Psychic Power Stormfront in an attempt to repel the invaders!

However, the woman who was entangled with the Greater Daemon, wielding a sword that burned with golden flames, repeatedly interrupted the Greater Daemon Tzeentch with her exquisite swordsmanship, keeping him firmly in place!

"Die! Die! Die!!!"

The Tzeentch Greater Daemon Treachery was furious; the other party was like a piece of chewing gum, clinging to him relentlessly!

If it weren't for this woman who suddenly appeared, He would have taken Alvin back long ago. How could He have been dragged on until now?!

"The Greater Daemon is yours, Butzwig!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Albert quickly distinguished friend from foe.

Nonsense! That woman's sword was wreathed in golden flames, and she had wings on her back. No matter how you look at it... she's the legendary "Living Saint"!

Instead of helping the Living Saint, should we help the Tzeentch and Greater Daemon?

"I'm here to help you--!!!"

Butzwig was ecstatic. He had finally found an enemy who could give him a chance to fight back. Those World Eaters were no match for him at all!

Venerable Dreadnought, advance!

Two more chapters, around six o'clock~