May the Emperor's Light Guide Them Home!
Neither Alvin nor Thor could intervene in the Krieg's war.
Here, they witnessed the Krieg, fearless in the face of death, charging towards the Fate Weaver like madmen under the barrage of their own artillery fire.
In fact, Alvin offered to help, but Kevin firmly refused.
He glanced at Alvin's chest wound, his brow furrowing. "We'll create opportunities for you, but until then, no matter how many people die, you must stay here, understand?"
Alvin felt like he had become a lowly soldier and sighed helplessly.
Instead, Commissar Kevin stopped talking and stepped into the front line.
The actions of the Krieg soldiers were tantamount to suicide!
Yet, that will to Born to Die shocked and impressed even Thor and the Asgard army.
Faced with the order that meant certain death, not one of them retreated, nor did they complain.
The soldiers of the Krieg Death Korps will always obey the Commissar's orders, and not one of them will flinch even when faced with the roaring, hateful, and terrifying face of the "Fate Weaver" and the biological scythe strong enough to slice through the armor of Rhino APC.
Soon, the Fate Weaver found himself surrounded by hundreds of people.
However, with such a small number of people, let alone the Fate Weaver, even a Ranger-type Imperial Knight would be impossible to stop.
Commissar Kevin knew this, and so did the Fate Weaver.
Its tentacles behind it suddenly began to pulsate.
A sharp, piercing shriek, mixed with the power from the Warp, spread wildly outwards from the Fate Weaver!
The sapper carrying the cannon barrel, about to take aim, froze instantly, blood gushing from the breathing valve of his Gas Mask.
Because they were so close, their brain tissue was directly melted by the "Psykana Shriek".
The Fate Weaver gave the Krieg soldiers no chance to rearrange their traps and explosives. Its massive biological scythe slashed horizontally, and the sharp blade easily cut dozens of Krieg soldiers in half at the waist!
The "opportunity" that was painstakingly built up with the lives of hundreds has been destroyed.
Commissar Kevin's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his temples, and he gritted his teeth. "Seventh Company, bombard it with artillery fire!"
With each burst of artillery fire, the soldiers of the Seventh Company, carrying their launchers, moved closer to fire.
How close?
It was only about ten meters, a distance that would take the Fate Weaver less than a second to cover.
Boom boom boom...
Several shells blasted into its twisted body.
With its thick armor providing protection, the Fate Weaver only shook slightly before becoming even more enraged. Its head, resembling that of an "evil dragon," quickly locked onto one person with its compound eyes— Commissar Kevin, who had rushed to the front lines to take command.
It is not a low-level life form, but a high-level unit nurtured by the Hive Mind, possessing intelligence that is in no way inferior to that of humans.
Yes, the Fate Weaver immediately changed his target back to the "Commissar".
To deal with Alvin, we must get past these annoying "bugs," and to defeat them, the first thing we need to do is kill their commander!
Blood splattered as lives perished under the enormous biological scythe of the Fate Weaver!
In just over ten seconds, the Fate Weaver slaughtered more than seven hundred people, which is almost equivalent to an entire company of Krieg soldiers.
Their achievement was so insignificant that it only slowed down the behemoth by a few seconds.
But for the Krieg, that was enough!
In the trenches behind, Krieg's soldiers carried individual launchers and fired armor-piercing shells.
The few seconds that the seven hundred men bought for them allowed those shells to actually hit the slowed-down Fate Weaver.
Although its thick armor could withstand heavy artillery, the "cunning" humans had managed to insert a deadly Melt Bomb into it. This was something the Fate Weaver had not anticipated. The armor on its left shoulder was Melta and burned, and the excruciating pain slowed its steps.
"Eighth Company, charge!"
Kevin didn't hesitate and immediately gave the order.
Another entire company of Krieg soldiers, still wearing Gas Mask, seemingly without any fear, charged towards the Fate Weaver, stepping over the severed and crushed bodies of their comrades!
Without waiting for the Krieg to retreat, he shouted again, "Melt Bomb!"
In an instant, a large amount of napalm was thrown out, igniting flames hundreds of meters high along with the Krieg soldiers charging ahead. The surging flames swept through the area with intense heat, even Fate Weaver back a few steps.
But what happened next made even the Fate Weaver feel a chill run down his spine.
The human soldiers wearing Gas Mask rushed into the sea of fire, each one like a burning torch, silently raising their Laser gun with bayonets and thrusting them at the armor on its legs!
Silence is for atonement!
The people of Krieg are born sinful, and they must atone for their sins with their lives to a forgiving and merciful Emperor!
Madman! Madman!
These humans are even crazier Tyran!
The tentacles on the back of the Fate Weaver waved, connecting with the gift from the Hive Mind, and a massive Psychic Power Stormfront descended upon the battlefield.
In the blink of an eye, the gale engulfed the flames and crushed the soldiers.
"By the Emperor, forgive my sins!" A mad glint flashed in Kevin Leslie's eyes as he gripped the bronze whistle tightly and roared with a ferocious expression, "Keep going! Don't let it escape! Rear artillery, prepare!"
He watched helplessly as entire companies were destroyed by his orders.
The Fate Weaver, who was initially calm and even looked down on these lowly ants, was gradually driven to madness.
How come... they can't all be killed?!
Its biological scythe lashed wildly, reaping the lives of those tiny humans.
But as soon as one crop falls, another sprouts up, seemingly endless, with flies constantly bothering it, making it extremely annoyed!
The Fate Weaver unleashed its Psychic Power once more, carving a bloody path through the crowd!
Then, stepping over the corpses of numerous Krieg soldiers, its speed suddenly surged, like a phantom, dragging layers of storm winds along with it.
"Oh no, he's after you! Get out of here, Kevin!" Alvin realized the other's intentions, and despite the sharp pain in his chest, he warned him and set off to stop the Fate Weaver.
However, he noticed a sharp glint in Commissar Kevin's eyes.
Alvin froze on the spot, a guess forming in his mind.
The next moment, the Fate Weaver, which had shattered the Krieg army formation, pierced the Commissar's chest with its enormous biological scythe!
Fresh blood gushed out like a waterfall!
Commissar Kevin was pierced by the enormous scythe and lifted high like an ant.
The Fate Weaver held his body aloft as if in a show of bravado, his compound eyes shooting out a chilling gaze, threatening the surrounding Krieg soldiers.
The Krieg soldiers seemed genuinely frightened, retreating like a receding tide.
Seeing this, the Fate Weaver let out a mocking laugh, its massive scythe-like forelimbs draped over Commissar Kevin, as if showing off its spoils.
"Finally... they've fallen for it!" Blood trickled from Kevin's lips, his expression growing increasingly crazed. His bloodshot eyes glared at the colossal creature, a mocking glint in his eyes. "I'm Kevin Leslie, the Commissar of the Krieg 371st Siege Regiment. Remember that!!!"
As he spoke, he ripped open his military uniform, revealing a "Melt Bomb" strapped to his chest!
It turns out that from the moment Kevin stepped onto the battlefield, he was already prepared to sacrifice himself. Everything before was just to create an opportunity for this moment!
He knew that the monster's target would definitely be him.
"Dad... I haven't let you down!"
Commissar Kevin's face twisted in a grimace, and he growled menacingly, "I refuse to believe this won't kill you!!!"
These words, mixed with shattered internal organs, gushed from the throat where blood gushed forth.
Boom!
The terrifying Melt Bomb exploded, instantly unleashing a scorching wave of flames!
The blazing fireball that soared into the air was tens of meters high, and the intense heat melted the surrounding ground, with shockwaves visible to the naked eye spreading outwards!
The Bio-armor of the Fate Weaver was very thick, but even the thickest Bio-armor could not withstand such a large-scale Melt Bomb at such close range. Its hard shell was blasted open with cracks, and green blood gushed out.
The current Fate Weaver don't look nearly as imposing as they did at the beginning; they even appear somewhat pitiful.
Suddenly, it felt a gust of wind.
But when they looked up, they saw a projection of the Terra Hive Mind.
Strange... what's going on?
"Hurry, I can't hold on any longer!" Blood spilled from Loki's mouth and nose. He forcibly severed the connection with the Hive Mind, using mental magic to briefly confuse the terrifying monster, lowering its guard and creating an opportunity for the two of them.
The next moment!
A deafening roar of thunder echoed through the sky, followed by a crimson rainbow of light.
"Die!"
"Go to hell!!!"
Alvin and Thor used all their strength, one on the left and one on the right.
Taking advantage of the moment when the Fate Weaver was bewitched by Loki, Mjolnir, brimming with lightning, and Atropos's Blade, shrouded in dense blood light, fell upon the Fate Weaver, who was briefly stunned and severely injured, as if it were a judgment from the gods!
Boom!
A fierce wind howled, and blood mingled with thunder!
The combined force of the two caused the Fate Weaver's head to explode like a watermelon!
They did not let down Commissar Kevin, who created opportunities for them.
Krieg Death Korps, truly lives up to its name!
They proved to the Hive Mind through their actions that even tiny and humble ants, if gathered in large enough numbers, can kill an elephant!
Alvin turned around and looked at the Death Korps of Krieg.
Almost every part of them is wounded, yet they still stand tall, like living monuments.
"May the Emperor guide them on their way home, and bestow upon them a miracle from the depths of despair."
"Rescue them from that inescapable, oppressive darkness, and lead them back to the light."
"May Commissar Kevin Leslie rest in peace on the Golden Throne. You have served the Imperium faithfully, the Loyalist Academy faithfully, and... the name of Krieg!"