A research vessel sailed through space.
There were no prefab factories inside, no large numbers of scientists, and no crew. There were only warehouses packed with weapons and the terrifying production lines of an arsenal.
One Gauss Rifle after another rolled off the production line and was immediately issued to soldiers.
War machines stood in neat rows, equipped with the finest weapons.
Everything had been stripped away except the power systems.
All that remained were production lines roaring nonstop inside steel chambers.
Gamma World had turned the research vessel into an arsenal.
As it traveled, it continuously forged terrifying weapons.
[Entered orbit] [Decelerating and locking on. Deploying transport ships.]
The research vessel's hangar doors slowly opened.
From the research vessel in space, transport ships carrying troops from Gamma World emerged through the hangar doors.
Ignited plasma flared behind the transport ships, forming several blue Mach rings.
They carried a large number of elite combat troops from Gamma World.
Titan-like tanks made of Ceramite also fell from the sky like raindrops.
Several space torpedoes, loaded with terrifying yields, shot toward the enemy's completely unprepared warships.
[Deploying aerial forces] [Deploying tank forces]
They went all out.
On the ground.
The battlefield kept shifting, and the front lines continued to contract.
Pushed back from the first line of defense to the second, then forced to regroup into small units to face the enemy, the balance of the war was tipping in favor of the Chaos Space Marines.
"The enemy's too fast!"
"Hold the line! No matter what, we have to hold!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Drop Pods rained down from the sky.
Wave after wave of Chaos soldiers joined the battlefield.
They killed one batch, but another was always behind it.
These Chaos forces left them feeling exhausted and despairing, as if they could never be killed off.
Why were there still more?
Were the enemy endless?
Despair.
"Lord Brown!"
"Cut the chatter. Hold the line. The enemy's at the end of their rope."
Brown was getting tired too. Controlling his Power Armor for so long while keeping his mind entirely focused on locking onto the enemy had taken a heavy toll.
But he couldn't fall.
The Gauss Rifle had long since overloaded and run out of energy. It could no longer fire the Fear Ray to hold off the enemy.
And yet he still had to keep going.
"Just you wait. When this old man gets back, and my team develops stronger, longer-lasting, more efficient weapons, I'll make you aliens burn across the universe."
"This old man holds a grudge! A very (grinding his teeth) big one!!!"
Brown gritted his teeth as his Power Armor raised its shield, desperately taking the enemy's attacks at the front to protect the troops behind him.
His gaze kept turning toward the direction Cisrain had left in.
He was worried, but he couldn't leave.
In the end, all those feelings became absolute fury toward these Chaos creatures.
He needed bigger, stronger, more terrifying firepower.
He needed efficient, lethal, merciless weapons of destruction.
He needed.
He needed.
He needed everything.
Boom!
An explosion rang out.
A Gamma warrior who had tried to take the enemy down with him was about to die when, in the next moment, the Chaos Space Marine was smashed into the ground by a colossal object from the sky.
The object split open down the middle, like those fully automated factories, except this one was packed with Gauss Rifles that automatically identified enemies on the battlefield.
Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The airborne troops began arriving on the battlefield.
The transport ships opened their hatches, and countless beams of green light shot down from the sky.
"Lord Brown, reinforcements have arrived."
"Reinforcements?"
"Reinforcements? Heh. All they'll find is a pile of your bones! Your lord will have his blood drained by us, your territory will become our new Garden of Nurgle, and you..."
The Chaos Space Marine hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly found himself shorter. He didn't even know when he'd lost his legs. Green light was already crawling up from them, breaking down his body and reducing it to its smallest atoms.
He looked back up at the sky.
A warship was falling toward the ground.
A burning warship.
Friction with the atmosphere had set it ablaze, sending up thick clouds of smoke.
Th-that was their warship!!!
"No!"
But the only answer was a cold green beam.
As if sweeping away trash, the green light fired from a Gauss Rifle completely disintegrated him.
In the transport ships overhead, elite soldiers from Gamma World were descending.
Beams of green light struck back at the Chaos forces still standing.
"I don't have the patience or time to play games with you."
Cisrain had no patience for this back-and-forth game of attack and defense. He still had more than a dozen Chaos Beacons to deal with. Compared to those, these foes were just cannon fodder. Spending too much time on them was clearly not what he wanted.
He had expected the rear defensive line to be breached.
He knew perfectly well that no defensive line could hold back the enemy completely.
But Gamma World wasn't a flower in a greenhouse.
People needed war to grow.
After being tempered by war, they would understand the brutality of warfare in this universe, and the price Gamma World would have to pay to venture out into it.
And he had already done everything he could to take care of their worries.
Now the reinforcements had arrived.
It was time for him to pick up the pace and finish the mission.
Cisrain planted his foot on a Chaos Space Marine.
His axe cleaved through the Marine's shoulder, splitting his heart in two as well.
Stepping over the body, Cisrain pulled his axe free.
Drop Pods continued to fall from the sky around him.
At the beckoning of a Psyker hiding nearby, the Chaos forces moved toward him.
Cisrain shook the blood from his axe. Golden Holy Flame burst into life across its blade.
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These Chaos Space Marines clearly came from different Chapters.
They had stolen Gene-seed from the Space Marines' gene banks, then tainted the sacred genes with the Chaos of the Warp to breed Chaos minions.
One after another, Chaos Space Marines surrounded Cisrain.
Some held axes, others gripped Thunder Hammers, chainsaw-like Chainswords bearing the symbol of the Empire, or raised Power Halberds. But none dared approach.
The Chaos Space Marines lying dead on the ground like ordinary men had paved the road to his "godhood."
And their battleship, destroyed without its shields activated, was falling from the sky.
They had lost.
They had actually lost in their own Garden of Nurgle.
"Get out of my way."
Bathed in holy light, Cisrain stood among the Chaos forces like a true Angel, terrifying the Chaos Space Marines and making them retreat without thinking.
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