Chaos Warband Attack: Traces of the Salamanders Chapter

A sniper rifle, designed according to the usage requirements of an Astartes.

It was at least as tall as a man.

"Talon? Take it and give it a try."

"Me?"

Hearing the captain's words, Talon felt somewhat flattered.

The others wore expressions of envy.

To think Talon had actually received the new weapon; they were green with jealousy.

"What about mine?"

"And mine?"

"Apologies, my lords, we only had time to prepare one. Our engineers need half a month to adapt it to kinetic rifles so that ordinary soldiers can be equipped with this weapon as well."

"Lord Brown, I have a request."

While the others were touching Talon's sniper rifle, Cyrus walked toward the chief scientist, Brown.

"Help them back up their data."

"And what about you?"

"I... they need to grow."

Cyrus felt uneasy about this coming war.

Although he had equipped them with new power armor and new weapons, having witnessed countless wars, he knew that this crisis was far more than what met the eye. His psychic powers were constantly warning him; the tides of the Warp were fluctuating, faintly brewing a storm.

It might happen soon.

The Warp would become impassable once again.

By then, the galaxy would fall into isolation once more. They would be unable to establish contact with the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, their voyages would become unimaginably long, and every world would be left without aid.

Moreover, he had recently seemed to hear the voice of the sun.

"Actually, you don't have to be so tense. Relax. Once you try leaving everything to Lord Cisrain, you will find that things aren't as bad as you think."

"You don't understand this world." Cyrus shook his head.

Brown retorted, unconvinced, "It's clearly that you don't trust the Governor. You can't bring yourself to entrust the entire team to him. Don't act like you're always feeling someone is out to get you. In reality, there aren't that many conspiracies. If the sky falls, the Governor is there to hold it up. The reason the others don't need to think so much is because they know this—because the Governor will always resolve all their worries. I don't know what you've been through in the past, but now you must believe in him completely and without reservation. Believe in his every judgment, believe in his every order. The promises the Governor makes will always be fulfilled; the things the Governor intends to do will certainly be realized. We believe, and you should try to believe as well."

"When you believe in these things, you will find that the world is vast and full of possibilities."

"."

"By the way, here is an Eternal Employment Agreement. I didn't intend to show it to you." Brown produced a document. "But the Governor said that if you are unwilling to back up your data, perhaps this thing might give you peace of mind one day."

"Of course, this is a technology not yet fully developed. It is an agreement that guarantees an employee will 'never' be without work. Once signed, after the employee's life fire burns out, their body can still work for the Gamma World. Those who have not repaid their debts to the Gamma World can have their bodies perform simple labor, while their souls will be forcibly recalled to the Death Employment Service Center to continue performing complex tasks for the Gamma World until the debt is cleared."

"Even if you don't believe this technology will be realized now, we tell you that we will achieve it, and we will achieve even greater things. As one who distrusts us, by then, you will have to repay all our research costs."

It was similar to a Soul Protocol, but the principles were more complex and involved psychic technology.

Signing it now was merely providing a guarantee for the future.

An agreement that one would never betray?

It seemed this Governor was indeed working hard in every aspect to solve the problems he worried about.

That was why so many people were willing to lay down their lives and die generously for him.

"."

"If the soul truly never falls and only works to pay off debts, that might not be so bad."

"Lord Governor, they have left."

"Understood."

Cisrain looked at the star map, toward the northern sector.

A fleet of Chaos warbands was sailing toward Ozrax.

[Emergency Event: Chaos Warband Attack!]

[You killed Chaos warriors in the Chaos warband's backyard. Upon learning of the situation, they will launch a massacre against Ozrax. Wipe out the Chaos warband to obtain the construction method for the Gravity Slingshot (Faster-than-light acceleration).]

[Emergency Event: Invasion of the Tau Empire!]

[The two planets you are concerned about have long been viewed as prizes by the Tau Empire. However, they were blocked by the force that suddenly appeared on Tangle Planet. Seize them first to gain the loyalty of the new force and increase construction efficiency by ten percent.]

The Chaos faction was attacking his colony, and at the same time, the Tau Empire was reaching out to the two colonies he valued.

They all chose a good time!

Attacking while he was at his weakest.

Truly interesting.

The psychic technology laboratory was still lacking some experimental materials.

He wondered if the mechanical demons on the Chaos warships could be controlled through reverse engineering.

Could the Chaos warband serve as batteries?

"Brown, mobilize that research ship from the home planet. Set up missile launch bases on the seventh and eighth planets orbiting the sun in the Ozrax system."

"How are the repairs coming along for the battle barge Cyrus and the others took?"

"Still under repair."

"Repair it as quickly as possible. I need it now."

Cisrain only had a research ship at the moment; using a research ship to fight the enemy's warships was clearly a fantasy, but the battle barge could be used for landing operations.

And Cyrus and his team, who had already been sent out, could not be recalled; they had to compete with the Tau Empire for ownership of those two planets.

Therefore, with no one else to use, he had to take action himself.

"Lord Governor..."

"No need to say more. My mind is made up. Ozrax cannot be abandoned. You and they are the wealth of the Gamma World. As Governor, if I don't stand at the front, will anyone still work for me?"

The structures had already been built; how could he abandon them just because a Chaos warband arrived?

Do it. Who's afraid of whom?

As for the Chaos warband, he just didn't know whose warband or whose sub-faction it was.

In the starry sky, a warship covered in blood-red rust and profane symbols was sailing. On the deck of the warship, Chaos tentacles crawled. From within the ship came clanging sounds; a daemon engine roared at the stern, leaving a trail of scorching plasma rays in the physical universe.

"Captain, the warriors who returned from Tangle Planet said they encountered an attack by the Salamanders."

"Salamanders..."

A black-skinned Chaos Space Marine appeared. His power armor, a mix of green and twisted tentacles, was covered in profane marks. This was a veteran, a veteran of the Salamanders Chapter, but now, they had turned to Chaos.

The light of the star swept across his figure, revealing a full row of Salamander Chaos Space Marines behind him.

"Orlando, Moslian has not returned. It is highly probable that something happened. It seems this Ozrax, this place of captivity, needs to be cleaned up. Also, you must bring me the gene-seed of those few Salamanders on Tangle Planet."

They, who had once been the kindest Salamanders Chapter under the leadership of the Lord of Fire Dragons, had now become the most vicious minions of Chaos.

In the torture chamber, a young girl let out a shrill, desperate scream.

A corrupted Tech-Priest fixed the girl's limbs to the machine and connected countless tubes to her body. The girl's limbs were thin and withered, but her stomach was swollen like a ball; a Chaos spawn was gestating within her, seemingly ready to break out at any moment.

The kidnapped boy, locked in an iron cage, watched the tortured girl and trembled all over.

And he, too, would soon be forcibly implanted with the Chaos spawn taken from the girl's stomach.

Just like the other boys who had been captured.

Used to create new Chaos Space Marines.

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