Cyrus: I Also Want to Achieve Dragon-like Merits

Cyrus killed another stinger bee, shattering a drone that served as an aerial battery.

He saw the dropship in the distance, vibrating as it ascended.

He knew the enemy was retreating.

"The enemy is pulling back."

Countless drones, stinger bees, and fire warriors were evacuating in an orderly fashion.

Even after being routed by them, this enemy remained methodical. These xenos even fought to the death for their faith, providing cover for the majority to retreat.

They were a respectable opponent.

Peng!

Cyrus stepped on the abdomen of a stinger bee and blew its head off with a single shot.

Respect was one thing, but they still had to die; these filthy xeno scums.

However, there was also good news.

The drones on the ground and the scattered combat suits could not be taken away by them.

Once these items were recovered by the scientists of the Gamma World, they might bring them new surprises.

Previously, on the Necron tomb world, those scientists had already proven their capabilities to them; their research level was in no way inferior to the Adeptus Mechanicus.

They had even managed to reverse-engineer, modify, and adapt completely damaged gauss weapons for their own use in just a short half-month.

In terms of never hoarding technology, they were far superior to the cult of the Adeptus Mechanicus on Mars.

His Blood Raven Chapter dealt with the Adeptus Mechanicus often and knew them too well.

When they provided technology to the Adeptus Mechanicus, they would never hear back after asking for follow-ups. They knew the Adeptus Mechanicus possessed some incredibly powerful technology, but they never brought it out. Even if they died and took it to the grave, they would not give it to the Imperium. In a sense, the weapons used throughout the Imperium were all things discarded by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Thinking of the Adeptus Mechanicus and the High Lords Council, a crazy thought even flashed through Cyrus's mind.

If he could assist Cisrain in becoming a High Lord of the Imperium and seizing control of the High Lords Council, then use these "scientific cultists" to suppress those tech-priests, would the Imperium of Man change?

But this thought was quickly extinguished.

Cisrain was strong, but a High Lord?

He was a pure-blooded human, and he couldn't squeeze into that circle.

The power struggles involved were likely beyond the reach of even a reborn Primarch.

To speak unfaithfully, the Imperium was so corrupt and bloated that it made any Primarch or enemy feel despair.

Let's take it one step at a time.

If Cisrain truly had ambition, he should unite the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar.

With the support of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, there might be a chance to seize control of the entire Imperium.

Cisrain was a human with great vision, the likes of which he had rarely seen.

At the very least, among the many planetary governors he had witnessed, he was the only man who possessed a charisma that made others willingly submit. His charm lay in action—his word was his bond—in his steadfastness, in the unity of his people, in his will—the will of a civilization—and in his desire for change.

At the same time, he possessed a power that was difficult to comprehend.

"..."

He left that place.

He hadn't expected that he would actually miss that man a little.

"Captain."

Cyrus heard the call from the side and remembered that there were still members of the Salamanders Chapter present.

"Captain Cyrus."

At this moment, Vulkan's power armor had been shattered, and he was covered in wounds. His scalp had been torn off by a plasma shell from a Tau Empire fire warrior, leaving a hole in his skull the size of an infant's fist, and half of the iron halo on his back had been smashed.

In such a state, he had actually managed to kill his way into the enemy's heart, carving a bloody path through the entire company of stinger bees, drones, and fire warriors.

"Yalta, link to the research ship and request that they send people over. There are wounded here who need their treatment."

"Yes, Captain."

If a captain were to fall at the hands of these xeno scums, it would truly be the xenos' gain.

However, for an Astartes captain, these mere fatal wounds were of no concern.

Some Salamanders surrounded their captain, while two others expressed their gratitude to Cyrus and his men.

"Thank you very much, brothers."

"If not for your help, we would not have been able to repel these xenos. We are from the Salamanders Chapter, Fifth Company, led by Captain Vulkan. We have been fighting these xenos here for a month, but they seem to grow out of the ground, constantly emerging and inciting more humans to resist us. It is fortunate that we had your support."

Cyrus caught the key words. "You've been here for a month? You also arrived in this sector about a month ago?"

"Also? What do you mean?"

Yalta walked up from behind. "Captain, the research ship has been notified. They say that the warship docked in orbit is leaving Tangle Planet; it looks like they are departing this system. The research ship should arrive very soon."

"Brother, the captain's condition is not very good; he needs treatment."

"Do not worry, our people have already rushed over, and medical personnel are on their way."

The Salamanders nodded in thanks to Yalta as he approached.

"Thank you, brother."

The other man returned to the previous topic. "By the way, what did you mean just now when you said you also arrived in this sector about a month ago?"

Cyrus had nothing to hide; after all, the Chapter had "no" secrets.

So, facing the Salamanders' question, he spoke very candidly about their experience.

They were originally returning to their mothership, but while traveling through the Warp, they were suddenly ejected. Now that he thought about it, something must have thrown them out of the Warp, causing them to crash onto Ozrax.

"It seems our experiences are similar. We also received orders from the Martian Adeptus Mechanicus a month ago to send six companies to reinforce Cadia. The Third Company and the Astra Militarum were sent to transport a xeno artifact, and on our way, we were squeezed out by the energy of the Warp."

"At the time, there was another Chapter squeezed out with us, but their trajectory was unknown; they must have fallen into a nearby sector as well."

"What Chapter?"

"Blood Angels."

"..."

It was that group of guys.

In the eyes of their Chapter, some of those guys were also a bunch of lunatics.

Because the Blood Angels were susceptible to the Red Thirst and the Black Rage, causing them to lose their sanity.

Most Chapters were unwilling to deal with them.

However, the Salamanders had sent six companies to reinforce Cadia. What had happened to Cadia?

Cyrus spoke without reservation about Governor Cisrain's situation.

"So, you believe we have been drawn into a secret operation?"

"Perhaps. However, neither of us can return to our Chapters at the moment, and we have also been separated from our own companies."

Cyrus told them their current situation, and both sides' expressions turned solemn.

They realized the current predicament.

The Imperium had sent six Salamanders companies, which meant there might be a major war brewing on the Imperial side, and the situation here was not looking good either.

Eleven Chaos beacons!

He didn't know how many Chaos minions had already been gathered.

And by taking this planet, they had offended the Tau Empire.

They were facing the threat of retaliation at any moment.

"Not only that, if you came from Ozrax, you might encounter Chaos attacks."

The Salamander said gravely, "A month ago, we also encountered Chaos, but... it was people sent by a Chaos warband. They were farming a group of life-worlds in nearby systems, providing a steady stream of soldiers and Chaos servants for the gene-seed they had stolen."

"We routed them and then learned information about the traitors. According to our intelligence, they possess a full Chapter of Chaos Space Marines."