Crimson Devil's Horns

"Very good, Adjutant." Tovens held out his arms as Adjutant Talina draped his greatcoat back over him. Before leaving, Tovens quickly flicked a finger across Talina's nose.

It was a very dangerous thing to do. The last time Tovens had done that, Talina had reflexively counterattacked and kicked him several metres away.

Tovens had to step onto the foothold beneath the vehicle's blast door to enter the massive vehicle. With the turret's twin Gatling guns and ammunition feed system removed, the interior was quite spacious.

The timing was perfect. Tovens's welcoming convoy had only just reached the landing zone when he saw a transport aircraft, its side painted with a white number 8, slowly descending.

Tovens got out and held down his cap so it would not be blown away by the air currents generated by the transport's landing.

The Cadian 8th Regiment's designation was nearly as old as the Cadian fortress world itself. This unit had stood on the front lines against humanity's enemies countless times. Even after suffering devastating losses and having its formations scattered, the Cadian would mobilise the entire planet to rebuild the 8th Regiment.

Though the Cadian 8th Regiment had only twenty-four companies, numbering eight thousand men in total, Tovens would not underestimate its combat strength just because of its small numbers.

Every Cadian admitted into the 8th Regiment was a veteran among veterans. They were rarely deployed to the battlefield as a whole; in most cases, the enemy would see only the Cadian 8th Regiment's companies scattered across the entire front.

There were not many people disembarking from the transport—only Creed, Adjutant Kyle, and eleven Kasrkin soldiers led by Sergeant Aurora.

Creed had taken a liking to Sergeant Aurora's exceptional close-combat assault ability. Even Adjutant Kyle could not subdue Sergeant Aurora in a short