Chapter 154
"Oh..."
Seeing Vulkan shield him with his massive body, Xiao Huasheng was experiencing such special treatment for the first time. The big guy in front of him was truly a warm-hearted man.
At the same time, Vulkan initiated a communication with the Astra Militarum commander escorting him, "How long until reinforcements arrive? How long are we going to hold out here?"
"A quarter of an hour... but... but the forces on Terra are running low."
The Salamanders, currently on missions on other planets, rushed towards Terra upon hearing of their Primarchs's return.
However, we are currently facing a severe shortage of troops, and resources from afar cannot provide immediate relief.
Now, all we can do is rely on the last ships of the Human Imperium to hold off these damned demons.
Vulkan's expression was clearly not good.
But Chaos wasn't going to give them any extra time to react.
Rumble!
The Slaanesh fleet pierced the starry sky like a blasphemous rainbow.
Their shapes Distortion and alluring, their bows like outstretched limbs, and their armor plating flows with ever-changing, phantom-like colors, forging desire itself into a blade.
They did not sail, but danced in the void, cutting into the hastily assembled defensive formation of the Human Imperium fleet with a dizzying, physics-defying elegance.
The first wave of attacks consisted of conventional salvoes from Macro-cannon and torpedo bombardment.
The Imperium Fleet's array of Lance was the first to retaliate, their blazing white beams, like the Emperor's fury, piercing precisely at the blasphemous shadows.
The Slaanesh ship's Psychic Power shields rippled violently upon impact.
Bang.
A smaller Slaanesh frigate was pierced simultaneously by several Lance, its hull shattering into countless fragments shimmering with an eerie glow in a silent explosion.
Macro-cannon's roar followed immediately.
The enormous shells, carrying humanity's purest destructive will, traced deadly trajectories and slammed into the Slaanesh fleet.
The explosion burst silently in the vacuum, shattering the enemy's formation!
A lucky torpedo pierced through the barrage of fire and struck the engine compartment of a Slaanesh cruiser with pinpoint accuracy, triggering a series of violent secondary explosions that ripped apart the glamorous stern, sending the entire ship tumbling through the air.
But Slaanesh's retaliation was even more deadly and bizarre.
The beams of energy that shot from their bows were no longer energy beams, but rather a torrent of sensory experiences solidified into a physical form.
Wherever the pinkish-purple shockwave passed, the hull of the Imperium ship did not melt. The Gellar Field operated wildly, but it was still unable to withstand the entire hull.
The situation in some of the breached areas was not optimistic, but the crew inside were instantly plunged into extreme ecstasy and agony. In unbearable pleasure, their flesh Distortion and burst, staining the bridge and compartments a frenzied crimson.
The halo of the explosion, the flashing shields, the flying debris, and the brief gusts of air leaking from the dying ship's interior all combined to create a silent yet magnificent symphony of death.
Xiao Huasheng was stunned when he saw the magnificent fireworks explode.
These ships originally belonged to the Human Imperium, but they were corrupted by the Warp and turned into this state.
Fortunately, these ships, which had long been neglected in terms of proper maintenance, were not as strong as those of the Human Imperium. Over time, the Human Imperium began to gain a subtle advantage.
Despite suffering losses, they still managed to force the Slaanesh ships into a series of retreats.
But the good times didn't last long.
More Slaanesh ships leaped out of the Warp ripples, overwhelming the Imperium with their sheer numbers.
They ignored the Imperium's long-range firepower; the shells were often deflected by some kind of Distortion energy field before they even got close, or broken down into elementary particles in a dazzling halo.
A massive Slaanesh cruiser, its hull resembling a serpentine writhing serpent, charged straight toward the heart of the Imperium fleet. Suddenly, hundreds of holes burst open on one side of its hull, spewing forth dense, beehive-like crystals that shimmered with an eerie light.
These crystals pierced through the Void Shield of a Lunar-class Cruiser at incredible speeds, embedding themselves deeply into its hull.
It is having a devastating impact on the ships of the Human Imperium.
The tug-of-war on the front lines was brutal but brief.
The Imperial Navy ships fought back desperately, their array of Lance tearing through the starry sky, their Macro-cannon deafening, each hit creating ripples of colorful explosions on the Slaanesh ships' Psychic Power shields.
Occasionally, smaller Slaanesh ships are destroyed by overload; the halos they explode in are dazzling, yet they emit a hysterical scream that drives the mind to madness.
Feedback from the ship's sensors was impacting the morale of the Imperium crew.
The flagship where Vulkan was located also felt the impact.
The bridge shook violently, red lights flashed, and the sounds of damage control reports and crew screams filled the air.
Vulkan stood as still as a mountain, completely shielding Xiao Huasheng in his shadow. His fiery red eyes burned with cold fury as he stared intently at the devastating battle outside the observation window.
He saw human ships fighting desperately, and Slaanesh's creations using pure emotion as weapons to tear and corrode the Imperium's defenses bit by bit.
The flight path between Mars and Earth is now covered by blasphemous fireworks and silent screams.
The Slaanesh fleet is overwhelmingly turning this resistance into a grand and cruel sacrificial ceremony dedicated to their Slaanesh lord.
Sacrifice them!
Since things have come to this, let's open the box first.
Xiao Huasheng chose this moment to open the Sadness Blind Box," only to draw out Smiling Corpse Mountain."
I got poop.
The red-haired Angel looked troubled.
Angela's voice came through.
Forget about collecting blind boxes now, finish what you're doing in front of you.
"Okay." Xiao Huasheng nodded as he watched the blind box project, which he had just finished, continue to grow rapidly.
At that moment, a Slaanesh ship turned around and rammed into this direction, directly braving the firepower of the Human Imperium.
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Even though the enemy's shield system was instantly breached by concentrated fire, they still charged forward with undiminished momentum, clearly intending to destroy the Human Imperium's flagship.
Boarding action!
Anyone can see through the thoughts of these Slaanesh demons.
"For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
It was clear that the other side was about to engage in a close-quarters battle.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers roared in battle.
Behind them stood the Emperor; they absolutely could not afford to lose here!
Many of the Imperial Fist Space Marines were prepared to die for their cause.
Seeing the high morale of the crowd, Xiao Huasheng suddenly felt that faith was a truly terrifying thing.
"Exile these demons! Prepare for boarding action!" Vulkan shouted. "The demons of the Warp are far less powerful in the real universe than they are in the Warp! Do not be afraid of them!"
After Vulkan gave him a pep talk, he seemed to have been prepared in advance to summon a mortal.
Seeing Xiao Huasheng dressed in a cute little dress, he asked the mortal to hand Xiao Huasheng a set of clothes.
"What is this?"
Looking at the strange combat suit he was holding, Xiao Huasheng asked a question.
In response, Vulkan said, "Put these on. This is the uniform of the Astra Militarum. Wear it and follow my troops."
Even Warp demons are primarily distinguished by sight before their souls are examined at close range.
Wearing this outfit will certainly help to hide oneself quite well.
After glancing at the Slaanesh warship that was about to ram her, and then at Vulkan, she asked, "Shall we change here?"
But Vulkan's expression had clearly answered Xiao Huasheng.
It's time for her to ditch that ridiculously Queen of Hatred EGO dress and switch to a more camouflage-based style.
After all, no armor could be as tough as Xiao Huasheng's own body.
After hesitating for a moment, she closed her eyes, her face flushed, and began to take off her clothes.
Everyone stared intently at the lovely Angel.
The soldiers, in particular, were completely mesmerized. Clearly, raising a fair-skinned, beautiful girl without any mechanical components in this dark and cruel universe was far too difficult.
The environment does not allow it.
"Don't look at me," Xiao Huasheng said, pursing her lips.
They realized their lapse in decorum and turned away, but still couldn't resist peeking.
"[Would this count as exhibitionism?]" Angela teased.
"Hmm..." Xiao Huasheng directly made himself invisible, so that no one could see him.
"Oh..."
A distinct murmur of disappointment rang out from the crowd.
Xiao Huasheng's body was concealed, leaving only her clothes outlining her beautiful figure except for her chest.
She first removed her hair clip, and then untied the closure at her waist.
As the waist buckle was unfastened, the magic skirt instantly lost its support, and the outer layer of tulle slid vertically down, folding into a fan shape and spreading out on the ground.
The skirt fell down, leaving only the lining.
She slowly began to untie it.
The silk lining slid down her legs and onto the floor.
The useless bra buttons popped open, causing the fabric to separate to the sides and fall to the ground.
Before long, all that was left in front of everyone was a pink pair of panties that had been pulled open, and after hesitatingly sliding them down a little, they were completely removed.
It wobbled in the air for a moment before falling to the ground.
Clearly, the Queen of Hatred's EGO is relatively well-developed; at least it prevents players from fighting in a vacuum.
In the end, all the clothes were piled up into a scattered collection of glittering pieces, still retaining some of the Angel's lingering warmth.
With Xiao Huasheng now dressed in the Astra Militarum uniform, she could blend into the Astra Militarum ranks almost without any hindrance.
"Very good, send a squad of Astra Militarum to fight alongside us." Vulkan nodded in satisfaction, then placed two fingers on Xiao Huasheng's shoulder.
Boom!!!
The wreckage of the Slaanesh cruiser, like a burning comet, its torn hull spewing out eerie energy, crashed headlong into the Imperium fleet formation.
Ignoring the tearing of the last round of intercepting fire on its frame, it charged straight toward the flagship where Xiao Huasheng was located.
The Distortion metal rubbed violently against the Imperium's Void Shield, emitting a piercing shriek and dazzling, destructive sparks of energy.
The moment of impact was earth-shattering. The enemy ship's ram ripped through the flagship's thick armor like a hot knife through butter, and the enormous impact shoved the entire Imperium warship to one side, its internal structure emitting a sickening cracking sound.
The front half of the Slaanesh ship was almost completely embedded in the body of the Imperium flagship. Countless metal fragments, pipes, and even Distortion bodies gushed out in the vacuum, instantly building a bloody bridge of wreckage and death between the two ships.
The passage for the boarding operation was forcibly opened in the most barbaric and brutal way.
Once Xiao Huasheng regained his footing, everything around him changed dramatically.
The crowd lay sprawled out, lights flickered, and the Slaanesh ships were already close at hand.
But soon, the entire ship roared in battle.
"For the Emperor!"
"For the Emperor!"
The Astra Militarum, mixed with Space Marines, charged directly toward the breach.
"Keep up," Vulkan said to Xiao Huasheng, and then ran towards the gap at a speed that ordinary people could tolerate.
Also following behind were an Astra Militarum and two Imperial Fists Space Marines squads.
After a Melta Gun was shoved into his arms, Xiao Huasheng decided to blend in.