Valkyries Descend

Hua Wei stared fixedly at the live battlefield projection cast by the system—Obi-Wan was fighting bloodily amid a tidal wave of Tzeentch demons and Red Corsairs. His Lightsaber flashed like lightning, each strike taking an enemy with it, but the encirclement was growing thicker and thicker. The blue figure was already staggering under the onslaught of filthy energy.

Though Guilliman had risen once more, he was firmly suppressed by even more powerful demons and spells. The golden radiance of the Emperor's Sword was like a guttering candle in the foul blue-violet psychic storm, swaying on the verge of extinction.

Celestine, Evelyn, and Spartan Squad were all locked in bitter battles and unable to provide support.

The entire flagship was like a colossal beast trapped in a mire, being frenziedly gnawed apart by countless greedy Ghouls.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Hua Wei paced anxiously around the room like an ant on a hot pan, making his gamer chair creak as he bumped into it.

"I knew Guilliman suffered heavy losses when he was ambushed on the way to Terra! But I never thought it'd be like this! This is a fucking kill zone! Tzeentch, that old scheming bastard, must be personally watching this!"

In the projection, Kairos Fateweaver's malicious shriek seemed to pierce through space and echo beside Hua Wei's ears.

The way it looked at Obi-Wan was full of greed and fascination, as though it had discovered an unprecedentedly novel toy.

"What do I do? What do I do?!" Hua Wei watched fresh scorch marks and bloody wounds appear on Obi-Wan's body, his heart rising into his throat.

This was his Five-Star general, the Hilling Empire's crown jewel! He absolutely could not fall here! Besides, Obi-Wan's strength and courage had left even Hua Wei, the "mastermind behind the scenes," fired up and heartsick.

His gaze swept over the system interface:

[Available Emotion Points: 11,362,220]

Thanks to the dramatic twist involving the Crown of Vanity during the Ultramar Parade—the people's fervor, Chaos's conspiracy, Guilliman's restrained outburst—as well as the extreme fear, despair, rage, struggle, and shattered hope contributed by every Imperium soldier in this brutal ambush, and even possibly Warp entities caught up in it, Emotion Points had soared again, reaching over eleven million!

The income was outrageously good, but Hua Wei only found it scorching hot in his hands! This was bought with Obi-Wan and Guilliman's lives!

"System! Open the Six-Star summoning interface! Now! I'm flipping the table!" Hua Wei roared like a gambler who had lost everything.

The system's cold prompt mercilessly extinguished his fantasy:

[Warning: Six-Star unit summoning authority has not been unlocked. Unlock condition: Complete prerequisite mission "Face the Emperor" (requires a unit summoned by the host to personally arrive on Terra and make contact with the human Emperor).]

"Fuck your brother!" Hua Wei slammed a fist onto the table, making even the projection tremble. "Isn't this fucking forcing people to die?!"

Obi-Wan narrowly dodged another fatal psychic chain, cutting down a charging Tzeentch vanguard with his Lightsaber, but his movements visibly slowed for an instant.

The sight nearly shattered Hua Wei's nerves.

"Five-Star! I can only summon Five-Star units!" Hua Wei made his decision instantly. "I'll cement the Hilling Empire's image of absolute suppression over the Tyranids!"

With a thought, he frantically tapped away, and five million Emotion Points instantly evaporated!

[Five-Star Unit Summoning (Five Units) confirmed! Consuming 5,000,000 Emotion Points. Summoning in progress... Skip summoning animation?]

"Skip it! Skip it! Hurry! There's no time to watch an animation!" Hua Wei shouted urgently.

The gorgeous summoning vortex flashed past before his eyes and instantly froze on five floating cards lined up side by side, each radiating a powerful aura!

[Prince of Wales]

Appearance: A tall blonde woman with an imposing, cold presence. She wore a magnificent, heavy black military dress uniform trimmed in gold, with enormous golden epaulets and a sash that displayed her noble status. Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, carrying the killing air of countless battlefields and an unquestionable leader's bearing. A lavishly decorated ceremonial command saber hung at her waist.

Comment: "A heavily armed Valkyrie and main attacker. Her bombardment is judgment itself."

[Glory]

Appearance: A silver-haired woman with a noble, graceful bearing. She wore a gorgeous long gown dominated by white and gold, adorned with elaborate lace and pearls, like a princess stepping out of a court painting. Upon her head rested a crown set with an enormous sapphire, and in her hand was an exquisite crystal-inlaid scepter. Her gaze was gentle and profound, as though it possessed the power to soothe hearts, yet beneath it lay an inviolable resolve.

Comment: "A noble, heavily armed Valkyrie with exceptional battlefield command. Main support and battlefield control. Her Glory guides victory."

[Prinz Eugen]

Appearance: Silver hair, red eyes, and a voluptuous figure. She wore a boldly designed skintight combat suit in black and wine red, decorated with metal armor plates. A lazy, sly smile lingered on her face, but her eyes held the danger of a predator stalking its prey.

Comment: "A heavily armored, high-defense Valkyrie and main guardian. Her sturdy shield is the Wall of Sighs."

[Nimi]

Appearance: A petite, lively young girl. She wore a lightweight and flexible blue-and-white combat suit, paired with thigh-high stockings and little leather boots.

Comment: "A light, high-mobility Valkyrie specializing in harassment. Her path is a battlefield waltz."

[Joan of Arc]

Appearance: A holy and resolute blonde girl. She wore knightly light armor and a skirt primarily in silver-white, trimmed in blue and decorated with golden Iris patterns. In one hand, she held an Iris shield radiating soft white light; in the other, she gripped a slender knight's sword with a sapphire set in its hilt. Her eyes were clear and filled with faith, while a faint holy radiance seemed to surround her.

Comment: "A light defensive Valkyrie. Battlefield enhancement, boosts the entire team. Her faith forges an unbreakable wall."

"It worked! Wives... no, Valkyries!" Hua Wei's heart settled somewhat as he looked at the five "Shipgirls," each distinct in style yet all radiating powerful presences.

However, as he quickly scanned their basic information, his brow furrowed again.

"Ship rigging level: Standard Mass-Production Model, one-star? Firepower, defense, mobility... the stats are this low?" Hua Wei was dumbfounded. "How the fuck are they supposed to fight? Are they just going in there to die?!"

He immediately demanded of the system, "System! Upgrade their ship rigging! How do I do it? How much?!"

The system's cold prompt sounded:

[Detected that summoned units "Shipgirls" are special fantasy constructs. Their core combat power, "ship rigging," can be enhanced and upgraded. To match their Five-Star unit rank, ship rigging must be upgraded to "Conceptual Armament (Five-Star)" level.]

[Upgrade in progress... Simultaneously deploying to designated coordinates!]

The enormous figure in Hua Wei's account instantly shrank. He collapsed into his chair, feeling utterly drained, but his eyes remained locked on the projection.

"Wives... no, Valkyries! I'm counting on you! Save Obi-Wan and Guilliman!"

Ixion Debris Field, battlefield on the bridge of the Macragge's Honour.

Despair pressed down like a cold Iron Curtain upon the hearts of every Imperium soldier still resisting.

Obi-Wan had been forced into a corner by several Red Corsair champions and the energy shackles of Greater Tzeentch Demons. His Lightsaber blocked the storm of attacks, while blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The Emperor's Sword in Guilliman's hand had grown dim. Several thick, filthy psychic chains were tightly wrapped around his towering body, forcibly dragging him down onto one knee as flames of unwillingness burned in his golden eyes.

Kairos floated in the air, its beak-like mouth splitting open in a shriek of imminent victory.

"It is over! Defiant pieces on the board! Your fate... Urgh?!"

Kairos's wild laughter abruptly stopped!

Above the bridge of the Macragge's Honour, in the Void churned into chaos by Warp energy and warship wreckage, a radiant gate of light suddenly tore open without warning!

This light bore none of the Warp's filthy colors. It was pure, blazing, and carried a sense of order and power beyond physical laws! Like dawn breaking through the darkness!

Immediately afterward, five figures of differing forms, each radiating vast energy fluctuations, plunged down from the gate of light, bathed in holy—or rather, intensely technological—radiance!

An invisible, powerful force field instantly spread outward, briefly suppressing the violent Warp energy fluctuations in the battlefield's central area!

It was as though someone had pressed pause on the chaotic battlefield. Every gaze—the stunned Imperium soldiers, the bewildered demons and Red Corsairs, even Kairos's incredulous compound eyes—focused upon these five unexpected visitors!

Divine warriors had descended from the heavens!

The five "Valkyries," clad in Five-Star Conceptual Armaments, precisely struck into the battlefield's vital point and instantly tore apart Kairos's painstakingly woven net of death!

Behind Prince of Wales, three enormous cannons charged to their limits let out a deafening roar!

"Fire!!!"

Three thick, blazing-white beams of Destruction, powerful enough to rival a warship's lance batteries, tore through the filthy Warp energy. Carrying terrifying might capable of purifying all corruption, they blasted fiercely toward the several Greater Tzeentch Demons suppressing Guilliman—and toward Kairos Fateweaver, floating in the air in speechless shock!

The torrent of Destruction instantly swallowed its massive body formed from magical energy!