Decapitation Strike? I Didn't Mean for You to Decapitate Others!

Inside the research station.

"Detected several more distinct psychic energies, they seem similar to the previous ones."

"However, analyzing this energy remains difficult. I fear we would need to run the Synapse Condenser at full power for an entire year to fully understand these things."

"We are too useless."

"When will the great ambition be fulfilled?"

"We need more planets. On more planets, we must forge more Synapse Condensers. We are going to forge a world of Synapse Condensers."

"Exactly!"

"It is all the fault of these heretics. If not for there being so many heretics, we could have settled down to focus on our research. When will we be able to slaughter all these heretics?"

"The weapons we have developed have too low an efficiency for killing heretics."

"We need to research more efficient weapons for killing heretics."

On the ground.

Outside Cisrain's power armor, his silver cloak radiated a divine brilliance.

The remnants of the Astra Militarum watched this scene, nearly everyone becoming exhilarated.

"A Living Saint!"

"Praise the Emperor!"

Nothing could be more stirring or comforting than seeing the holy light radiating from someone with one's own eyes.

The great Emperor has descended among us once again.

We shall fight side by side with the Emperor again.

This is the Emperor himself 'manifesting'.

"For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!"

The people of Gamma World, though not as superstitious as the others, were reminded by the anomaly surrounding the Governor of the stories they had heard about him saving Gamma World, and even the stories their own children learned in textbooks.

Regrettably, there was no time for nostalgia now. The terrifying enemy was already charging toward them, and it was time to test their loyalty once more.

"Humanity above all, open fire, eliminate the enemy!"

"Destroy the heretics!"

"Provide full covering fire!"

Brown, with his short legs, jumped down from the top of the city wall.

Although the power armor on Brown looked like a small potato, the technology contained within was no worse than Cisrain's, and it was even more fully featured.

Six Gauss weapons activated on Brown's frame.

They formed a Gauss turret.

Blind defense was useless; only by clearing out the Chaos creatures approaching Cisrain would the Governor be safe.

"Lord Brown!"

"Do not worry about me, cover the Governor. I have backed up my data, initiating scan."

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Opposite them, the Chaos Space Marines in the Chaos Warband showed no intention of dodging the hail of bullets.

These mortal bullets might cause damage to those minions and cultists, but to these Chaos Space Marines clad in power armor, acting like demons among men, it was no different from the blood that would soon drip onto them.

A Chaos Space Marine shouldered the Astra Militarum's armor-piercing rounds, his speed undiminished.

The Astra Militarum's bullets could not even leave a dent on their hard Ceramite power armor. They did not even need to dodge; they simply took the bullets head-on and launched their charge. In such a situation, their goal was to make the enemy feel despair and terror.

"I am your despair! Heh heh heh heh~"

Then.

An axe cleaved downward.

This Chaos Space Marine, who was about to enjoy a bloody feast, saw only the final image of the axe falling, and the radiance of a certain sun that threatened to incinerate his soul.

"False Emperor, no."

The Chaos Space Marine was split directly from top to bottom by the axe.

The comprehensive physical attributes brought about by genetic ascension made Cisrain even stronger than a Primaris Space Marine; no one knew his limits.

He kicked out, sending the corpse flying.

Cisrain gripped his axe tightly and swung it again, clearing a blank zone around him.

On this battlefield, he had to stand at the front because, besides him, no one else could block the Chaos Space Marines. And even he alone could not stop so many Space Marines, for he was only one man and could only hold one position against the Chaos forces.

Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

On the battlefield.

New Chaos drop pods descended continuously.

Ozrax's weak anti-air weapons could not prevent the warband from bringing in more Chaos warriors.

The hatches opened, and the Chaos warriors stepped onto the scorched earth with boiling blood, eager to charge into the defensive line and enjoy the slaughter feast granted by the Blood God.

On the defensive line, humans wearing lightweight armor appeared.

Clutching Gauss Rifles, they appeared at the front of the battle line.

They were numerous, gradually replacing the mortals.

They simply pulled their triggers, firing beams of green light.

The Chaos Space Marines opposite them merely showed disdain.

The faint green light did not look threatening at all.

They did not even intend to dodge.

Hum!

Hum! Hum! Hum!

Cold green rays erupted from the muzzles of the Gauss Laser Rifles, firing with a range of a hundred meters.

The green light struck a Chaos minion, causing no explosion, nor did it directly shatter the creature.

But it caused the area where the minion was hit to disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And a Chaos Space Marine who took a Gauss ray head-on found that his proud, sturdy power armor was useless in the face of the opponent's light; his arm was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is this weapon?"

Before he could react, another Gauss ray struck his thigh.

The area hit was instantly erased from the physical world by the powerful disintegration field.

Meanwhile, the opposing mortal troops were closing in on them.

A Chaos Space Marine was hit in the leg, and his leg vanished along with his power armor into the green light. He was not chosen by the Four Gods, nor did he ascend to become a daemon; once he vanished, he was truly gone from the physical world.

"No!"

"Damn mortals, I will break your spines!"

Hum!

Hum hum hum!

A new round of green light enveloped them again.

These Chaos Space Marines had their chests pierced by the mortals' light.

The green light spread, and wherever it passed, the connected molecular bonds all snapped, reducing them to the smallest atomic units in nature.

More than seventy green rays turned into barriers of death on the battlefield, invincible and reaping everything; even Chaos Space Marines were no exception.

And these seventy-plus green rays were not the limit of their strength, but the limit of the production line. If the quantity produced were large enough, they could even contend with the Tyranids.

"Eliminate them!"

Time was too short; they could only use the Necron weapons unearthed from the Necron tomb for emergency modifications, unable to pull out an entire production line to manufacture Gauss Rifles.

The Chaos Space Marines also reacted. They were not stupid; they had previously taken the bullets head-on because they believed the enemy's bullets could not hurt them. They took the bullets to make the enemy feel despair, only to end up as souls under the guns themselves.

"Mortals, you have angered us!"

"I will torture you all to death."

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The Chaos Space Marines gripped their carbines and fired at the mortals.

Roaring in anger, they killed those who were firing the green light from the crowd.

One corpse after another fell.

One clone after another, however, was resurrected.

[Resurrection Protocol initiated]

[Holy Baptism.]

[End]

[Humanity above all]