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"I will slaughter every Salamanders Chapter member, every minion of the False Emperor."

"I will."

The low voice reverberated through the void.

This Chaos Warband leader possessed demonic horns, and his green armor was covered in brown blood. Behind him stood a row of Chaos Space Marines in green power armor—clearly Chaos warriors replicated from the gene-seed he had stolen from the Salamanders Chapter. Of course, the gene-seed of the Salamanders alone was not enough.

He had also harvested gene-seed from other chapters, including those from some rare ones.

His hatred for the Salamanders was no less than the hatred they held for him.

In his eyes, the accomplices of the hypocrite were worse than the hypocrite himself.

His primary goal this time was to obtain the other party's gene-seed.

The gene-seed of the Salamanders captain.

He would find a more suitable Chaos spawn for his target and perform the surgery himself, turning the man into one of his own.

"Leader, we have discovered a... well, a junk ship."

The "research vessel" floating on the outskirts of Ozrax was moving within their observation range. It seemed not to have noticed their arrival, continuing to drift in front of the star system, using cheap orbital drop devices to build one weak, pathetic line of defense after another around the perimeter.

"Are they trying to defend against us?"

"Their weapons might leave a speck of dust on my armor."

"Hehehe."

As Chaos Space Marines who had battled the Imperium, they had seen naval fleets composed of hundreds of battleships and frigates, with tens of billions of mortals pouring into the battlefield like a tide.

They had seen anti-aircraft turrets the size of meteors firing plasma shells that pierced the sky and flickered in the cosmos.

They had even seen top-tier defensive fortifications like moon-sized battle moons—mobile battle fortresses that unleashed world-shattering strikes.

But no matter the enemy, their fortifications were always massive, conspicuous, and designed to make the enemy feel terror and threat.

Many of the Imperium's constructions were so vast that they were difficult for enemies to destroy, so vast that they inspired despair.

Yet now, all they detected before them was a small "scavenger ship" carefully and meticulously setting up light, small-scale defensive works outside the star system. To them, the technology was primitive and backward.

It looked like a group of ants digging trenches in the dirt, thinking they could stop the passage of humanity.

Like ignorant infants spreading their fragile arms, believing their strength could threaten the life of an adult.

It was naively pathetic, naively pitiful.

"Leader, I request to deploy a Battle Barge and let them witness the destruction and terror brought by our Dragon Warriors."

For Chaos Space Marines, slaughter and torture were their lifelong cravings.

Especially torturing the weak, letting the enemy feel fear and despair in death—that was their pleasure throughout the long years.

Not to mention that the slaughter and blood sacrifice of enemies gave them a chance to receive gifts from the Blood God sitting on the throne.

Now, those self-righteous ants were right before them.

They were incredibly weak, pitiful, and pathetic; they could even appreciate the look of despair on their faces immediately.

Did they think that by killing two Chaos Space Marines, they could build a fortification to stop their advance?

A joke.

Dominated mortals were not entitled to the luxury of resistance.

This was a territory abandoned by the Imperium of the False Emperor, a place for them to revel and ravage.

This was the confidence brought by absolute power.

If they couldn't defeat the Imperium, could they not defeat a frontier territory of the Imperium?

"Deploy one Battle Barge."

"The rest, just roll right over them."

The leader issued the order coldly, not taking Ozrax seriously at all.

He was more concerned with that Salamanders captain.

In the cold, dark space.

Beneath the battleship, which was covered in blood and fire, a Battle Barge was ejected.

After launch, the Battle Barge flew rapidly toward the defensive line the research vessel had set up outside the star system.

The Battle Barge traveled at high speed. These Chaos Space Marines, eager to be the first to taste fresh, boiling blood, crowded the hatch, all wanting to be the first to land on the battlefield.

And the research vessel.

It seemed suddenly startled by their appearance.

The research vessel "desperately" emitted warning sounds.

"You are about to enter the territory ruled by Gamma World. Please leave immediately, or we will open fire."

"Please leave immediately. This is the territory ruled by Gamma World. You have entered the domain of Gamma World."

Hearing the warning in High Gothic transmitted from the other side, the Chaos Space Marines wanted to laugh even more.

Threatening us?

You little pufferfish?

How does a tiny ship like yours dare to threaten our warship?

We don't even need to activate our void shields; the sheer mass of our battleship alone is enough to block all your attacks.

The Chaos Space Marines on the Battle Barge were even more arrogant.

The passing of the battleship clearly triggered the outer missile defenses.

The defensive missiles Cisrain had deployed on the outermost perimeter of the research vessel flew toward the battleship.

The whistling missiles streaked past and slammed into the battleship's void shields.

The power of the explosion didn't even stir a ripple.

It was like a single drop of water falling into the ocean.

"No need to turn them on. Their technology can't even break the skin of our battleship; turning on the void shields would be a waste."

"Another line of defense."

"Leader, Tomori and Taris have taken the Battle Barge into the enemy's defense line without authorization."

"Leave them be." Chaos was different from the Imperium; even if one joined a Chaos Warband, it didn't mean everyone was willing to listen to you. Most of the time, they preferred to act alone.

Even the crusades launched by the Warmaster only bound them together temporarily through shared interests.

Attacking the Ozrax before them—if others acted on their own, so be it. There wouldn't be any accidents. Didn't they see that the few missiles the enemy fired to intercept their ship didn't even drain one ten-thousandth of their void shield energy?

This world could be taken at will.

Cisrain's ship was only a research vessel and was not equipped with many weapons.

In terms of combat power, it was certainly far inferior to the enemy's battleship, and not even a match for the two surrounding frigates.

After all, no matter how small a battleship was, it was at least 5.6 kilometers long and weighed tens of millions of tons—far from what a research vessel could compare to.

"Governor, the enemy has entered the outer defense line."

"Understood. Soldiers backing up data, load the clone pods and enable the Resurrection Protocol."

[Resurrection Protocol: After the original body dies, all recorded data will be loaded into the backup body.]