In the central region of the battlefield, the Chaos Daemons had now focused on Cisrain's warship.
"My lord, the daemons have appeared."
At Cisrain's side stood several guards from Gamma World.
Their strength was terrifying and immense.
Even against the Imperium's Adeptus Custodes, they were absolutely confident they could subdue them.
They possessed exceptional speed, unparalleled resistance to wear, and had endured countless trials. They were the finest warriors selected from among soldiers.
These warriors had never fought on a battlefield, yet their exquisite armor and Star Armor—powered by C'tan-forged Power Armor engines nearly identical to Cisrain's—made their strength apparent. The powerful gravity around them faintly shook space itself. If stones were placed nearby, one could even feel as though stars were orbiting them.
These guards wore solemn expressions. In their hands were the pinnacle of Gamma World's forging technology: power halberds paired with lances, capable of instantly cleaving through a heavily armored Imperial tank. The molecular blades within could cut apart enemies along with their psychic energy.
Below Cisrain, Chaos poured into every corner of the warship.
They had thought there would be mortals aboard these ships.
Yet even the weakest mortals possessed a certain talent.
Even the weakest gifted individuals were as strong as ordinary Space Marines, let alone the squad leaders and centurions within.
These warriors were as monstrously tall as the Thunder Warriors of ancient times, while also possessing command ability and combat wisdom the Thunder Warriors had lacked. The Chaos Daemons that had charged in so eagerly suddenly found themselves entering a wolf's den.
Valis.
A Chaos Daemon who had pledged himself to Slaanesh.
He had once wandered throughout Chaos, but during a ritual summoned by The Emperor, he invaded the material universe. He successfully disguised himself as one of The Emperor's followers, guiding a