"Kharn?"
"Heh heh."
The Chaos tin can across from them put them on alert.
World Eaters.
Kharn, Chosen of Khorne.
However.
There was more than one Chosen of Chaos.
The one who had just assassinated a Grey Knight was another Chosen of Chaos—Lucius, Chosen of Slaanesh.
The two Chosen of Chaos acted as umbilical cords.
And within some sort of psychic coffin-like vessel placed behind them, there seemed to be more buried figures of Chosen of Chaos.
So many Chosen of Chaos?
And—
Behind them stood a huge number of Chaos warriors, Khorne Berserkers, and Slaanesh Noise Marines.
No way.
How were they supposed to fight this?
Even someone as reckless as Theodosius felt a splitting headache at the sight.
But now, they had no other choice.
Their mission was nearly impossible to complete. They could only pray that the Grey Knights' ritual succeeded.
"Kill them all!"
Theodosius led the Black Templars toward the Chaos warband's warriors.
Under these circumstances, the White Scars and Red Scorpions could only meet them head-on.
They would use their loyalty to show their contempt for the enemy and their defiance of death.
They would use frenzied battle cries to provoke and roar at the enemy.
A vast number of enemies surged toward them like a tidal wave.
Protected by the Blood Ravens Librarian's psychic barrier—
The tide of enemies swiftly launched its fiercest assault against their tiny safe haven.
They followed a narrow path, sharp as if carved by a blade.
When those Chaos forces struck their psychic barrier, dense bursts of static flared at once.
Masses of Chaos slaves flooded toward them.
In front of them, behind them, to the left, to the right.
Enemies were everywhere.
Very quickly, they completely obscured the entire psychic barrier.
Although they were continuously cutting down large