Oh no, the Blood Raven Chapter has started spray-painting

"Back up data? What is that?"

"Oh, it's a technology we developed. By scanning memory data, we can recover genetic data after a soldier dies in battle and resurrect them in another way. Of course, we haven't mastered soul recovery yet, but it counts as a form of resurrection, just without the memories of the later battlefield. Once the Governor's 'Sacred Khala' is ready, perhaps we can overcome soul recovery. Do you want to preserve yours?"

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Cyrus listened to the voice, calm on the surface, but his heart was already in turmoil.

Two modified, powerful hearts beat violently.

Scanning memories, recovering genetic data, soul recovery technology. Returning to the Golden Throne.

This. Isn't this a real-world version of returning to the Golden Throne?

And as a soldier of The Emperor, one could return to reality to fight again.

They possessed such heaven-defying technology?

As long as they could keep recovering, they would never die.

Hearing this, Cyrus hesitated.

He did not fear death. From the moment they became Astartes, they had accepted a loyal end; dying for The Emperor was the reward of an Astartes.

He only feared that the teammates who followed him would leave before him, and in the end, he would be left alone to face endless loneliness. Talon and the others were the sixth batch of recruits to follow him. In his squad, the oldest, his deputy Giggs, had served for only forty years, and the youngest for only five.

The battlefield he faced now was not intense.

On truly cruel battlefields, mortals died like ants, and Astartes died like mortals.

The recruits deployed survived for less than a minute; Dreadnoughts and Terminator armor were even vaporized on the battlefield.

On such a battlefield, the gene-seed would have been evaporated along with the human body.

Only by recovering the soul could there be any solace.

He was reluctant to have others collect his data. Who knew what they would do with his memory data?

He had served far longer than the others.

He had witnessed countless betrayals and schemes; for the sake of his soldiers, he could not trust others too easily.

"Forget it, we won't preserve it."

"Let our research station know when you decide to."

"I'm going to retrieve the data of those soldiers now to transmit back to the home planet."

Watching Brown leave, Cyrus felt a sense of relief.

It wasn't that they didn't have the custom of recovering gene-seeds.

But theirs was more of a legacy.

Passing on unpolluted gene-seeds to the next modified Astartes warrior.

The other party's technology, however, was clearly developing toward making that specific person reappear.

Wait until you can actually recover souls before talking!

If you could truly recover souls, you wouldn't need me to take the initiative; the entire Empire would likely promote this technology, and The Emperor himself would stand up from the Golden Throne to give you a thumbs up.

"Captain, I told you their technology was a bit sinister, didn't I?"

Talon said, shaking the spray paint in his hand.

He was preparing to add a Blood Raven Chapter coating to his 'new weapon'.

An upgraded version of a capture gun.

A weapon that could even trap a two-and-a-half-meter Chaos Space Marine for a time.

On the battlefield, it might prove very useful.

In the distance.

"Officer, one of the large capture devices in the warehouse is missing."

"How did that happen? Forget it, it's not important. Focus on turning this area into a base first. We will start immigrating from the home planet later. You and the Seventh Company are to purge the xenos on this world. Within half a year, try to clean up all the xenos on this planet. The Governor said that if necessary, you can call for large-scale nuclear strikes."

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"Captain, I picked this up."

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Wasp-men.

They were creatures that looked more like insects than the Tyranids.

They resembled wasps, possessing two pairs of nearly transparent wings, wasp-like arthropods, and a pair of humanoid arms capable of manipulating simple objects.

However, their language system was more complex.

Their language consisted of wing vibrations, pheromones released into the air, and a mixture of gestalt telepathy.

Wasp-men possessed a bee-like organization. Their nests were generally built in areas with large spaces, such as mountains or the edges of water bodies. Although they had an organization similar to the Empire, they had not developed imperial-style politics. Their politics and decision-making remained as aggressive as beasts. Anyone who approached the hive would be slaughtered by the Wasp-men.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

"Buzz! Buzz!"

A Wasp-man hunting humans flew in the air, its longbow already drawn.

It aimed at the fleeing human.

Humans were currently the easiest targets to hunt on this planet, especially after the humans were routed by the invading demons; the remaining forces had almost no resistance, making hunting humans the Wasp-men's first choice.

The light beams and explosion sounds that had disappeared earlier were common occurrences to them.

As long as it wasn't the minions of Chaos, they could handle anything on this world.

After all, their racial advantage allowed them to fly and assassinate. If they wanted to run, unless the opponent could also fly, they would only be worn down to death.

"You go this way, I'll go that way, split up!"

"Run as many as we can."

Several surviving humans from Ozrax were disheveled and barely clothed, like savages.

They split up and ran in opposite directions.

But the Wasp-men behind them were like hunting hounds, pursuing relentlessly.

Buzz!

Buzz!

After one human woman separated from the others, she was chased into the woods by a Wasp-man. She kept looking back at the Wasp-man following her, and in her panic, she didn't notice the path ahead, crashing directly into a wall and bouncing off.

As she lifted her dazed head, she tried to see who she had bumped into.

Before her appeared an indescribable figure.

His fist was larger than her head.

His body was more majestic than any city wall she had ever seen.

The red light in his helmet glanced at her briefly.

Then he moved away quickly.

He raised his pistol cleanly and efficiently.

Peng!

A lightning-fast bullet shot out from the arm-thick muzzle.

The bullet, which intimidated all things, instantly pierced the Wasp-man's body.

Tang!

Flesh exploded in the air.

He lowered his gun, stepped over her without looking back, and continued to advance in the direction the Wasp-men had come from. She, however, firmly remembered the figure who had saved her.

"Captain, I've found traces of the xenos. There are still living people here. Wait, there are also a large number of xenos."

"Understood, Talon. Reinforcements are on the way."

Although Talon was just a 'maintenance worker' in the scout squad.

To the xenos, he was at the level of a butcher.

Talon drew his tactical knife. The pheromones released by the dying Wasp-man began to call nearby Wasp-men, and the Wasp-men's vibration-based language would attract even more.

Talon flicked his wrist.

Come on, xenos.

Transmigrator A: Transmigrated, praise The Emperor!

Transmigrator B: This isn't the Warhammer 40k world, though.

Transmigrator A: Correct, that's why we must praise The Emperor.