The Birth of the Chosen Commissar!

"The 117th Regiment, 118th Regiment, 131st Regiment, and 179th Regiment have been wiped out." The communications officer's heart clenched. He swallowed, his pupils trembling,

and did his best to report the battle situation to the rear command post in a steady voice.

The response he received, however, was just three simple words: "Understood."

With only the first wave of attacks, dozens of regiments in the Holy Terra Legion's defenses across every front had already been utterly wiped out.

Those three simple words concealed the loss of tens of thousands of lives—and this was still only the first few minutes of the battle, barely the beginning of the fighting!

More infantry regiments were sent to the front.

They received a simple order: hold the second defensive line at all costs, and buy time for the Transformers and Space Marines coming up behind them.

Alvin needed time, too.

He needed time to mobilize the worlds in the rear and put them on a full war footing, while also gathering more troops and supplies, and awakening the slumbering fortress of war, the Giant Spirit God.

Just as the Holy Terra Legion's defensive line teetered on the brink of collapse under the Daemon Engines' assault, the Dark Angels and Blood Angels finally completed their flanking maneuver.

"For the Emperor! For Holy Terra!"

One black, one red, they were like two daggers plunging deep into the Chaos Legion. Like lightning tearing across the battlefield, they struck with unstoppable force and precise tactical coordination, ripping a gap in the surging tide of daemons and giving the Holy Terra Legion a chance to breathe,

and regroup.

"Purge the heretics! Slay the daemons!"

The voice of Supreme Grand Master Azrael rang across the battlefield through the loudspeakers, like a shot of adrenaline injected into despairing souls!

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