Chapter 155
A fierce hand-to-hand battle ensued.
The breach has been turned into a blood and flesh grinder.
The Imperial Fists Space Marines, like a golden dam, were firmly anchored to the torn hull.
The deafening roar of the Boltgun tore through the swarming Slaanesh demons with each explosion, blasting their Distortion, eerily glowing bodies into splattered pus, blood, and bits of flesh.
The molten weapon roared devastatingly, its scorching energy beams sweeping across the area, vaporizing the demons and the Distortion metal beneath their feet, leaving behind molten, bubbling, scorching marks.
The overloaded hum of the Plasma Gun rang out intermittently as the blue plasma ball roared into the enemy ranks, triggering a violent explosion that engulfed the surrounding demons along with Imperium soldiers who had unfortunately gotten too close, leaving only charred remains and instantly carbonized limbs.
The battle was brutal to the extreme. Demonic claws and energy blades easily tore through the Astra Militarum's armor, sending up sprays of blood and flying limbs.
A soldier fell to the ground, his shoulder and arm severed at the root, blood gushing from the cut.
The other was cut in half at the waist, his upper body still crawling desperately.
The Space Marines' Ceramite Armor offered greater protection, but it was still insufficient to completely withstand the daemons' frenzied attacks.
An Imperial Fists's arm was severed by a strange energy blade, the golden limb still clutching Boltgun as it flew into the air, but he immediately used the Chainsword in his other hand to cleave the attacker's head open.
"Drink! Monks! If I die! Take my Gene-seed!" he screamed before he died.
It was then cut in half.
At this intensity, even Space Marines would not be spared.
The entire breach area was engulfed by the flames of the explosion, splattered blood, severed limbs, and the furious roars of soldiers from both sides!
Chapter Fourteen: You mean, the Astra Militarum massacred demons? [3 Updates]
Humanity was repeatedly defeated.
But soon, the situation was reversed in an instant, and the previously rampant Slaanesh demon was instantly dispersed by a huge black shadow.
Vulkan charged straight into the demon horde, as if it were empty land.
His figure flashed into the battle like lightning.
The Warhammer swung with a thunderous roar, smashing the Slaanesh demon that lunged at the wounded into scattered fragments.
He then grabbed a soldier with a ripped abdomen with one arm and blasted the attacking demon away with a backhand hammer blow.
The combat boots kicked away the rolling head, clearing a retreat path for the squad.
Under his cover, the Space Marines dragged away the wounded, while the bombardiers continued to suppress the pursuers with Boltgun.
He prioritized treating the wounded over killing the enemy, demonstrating his tender heart to the fullest.
Humanity's already crumbling front was temporarily plugged with the addition of the Primarchs.
Aside from the variables on that side.
On the other side, there was another Astra Militarum who seemed suspicious.
Bang!
A burst of heat blasted a Slaanesh demon, instantly vaporizing it completely.
The presence of Astra Militarum Space Marines Astra Militarum lying around the Astronauts was unusual and was quickly noticed by the Slaanesh demons.
A Chaos Spawn, moving at incredible speed, charged toward the Astra Militarum. An ordinary Astra Militarum would be killed if hit by it.
But only for that extremely brief nanosecond!
The terrifying slashes, formed from the Distortion limbs of the Chaos Spawn and powerful enough to tear through armor, were already upon them.
However, along the trajectory of that attack, a cold glint appeared first, even though it was delayed.
Clang!
Mars flew everywhere!
The Astra Militarum's combat dagger deflected the attack with inhuman speed, exceeding the limits of visual perception. The blade struck the demonic horn, producing a piercing screech and a fleeting burst of sparks.
The enormous kinetic energy was completely diverted, and the limbs of the Chaos Spawn swayed outward due to this perfect block, leaving its gaping mouth and body wide open.
At the very end of that nanosecond, the Astra Militarum's movements were not delayed in the slightest, as if they had rehearsed it a million times.
As he retracted his right hand to parry, his left hand, holding the muzzle of the Melta Gun, moved upwards and firmly pressed it against the exposed mouth of the Chaos Spawn, shoving it directly inside.
Bang!
Without a moment's hesitation, the deep hum of accumulating energy and the burst of a destructive, incandescent beam of light occupied almost the entire next nanosecond.
Another nanosecond has passed.
The extreme heat instantly vaporized the hideous flesh and otherworldly essence, leaving behind a brief, Distortion afterimage and ashes.
The Chaos Spawn didn't even have time to let out a final howl before its existence was completely erased.
"What the hell!"
Upon witnessing this scene, one of the Chaos Demons couldn't help but roar.
Meanwhile, the surviving Astra Militarum in another compartment watched this scene in shock, trembling as they observed.
"Kill him!"
"Sacrifice him!!"
The Slaanesh demon roared.
Seeing this soldier instantly kill the Chaos Spawn, the other Slaanesh demons reacted and rushed towards the Astra Militarum.
Such an attack would absolutely kill even Space Marines on the spot!
The Slaanesh demons swept in, their alluring, Distortion forms intertwining with terrifying beastly shadows to create a deadly web, the cold glint of claws and demonic blades threatening to engulf him.
Upon witnessing this, an Imperial Fists cultivator rushed over to offer assistance.
But soon, he was dumbfounded.
With the infusion of some kind of power, the Melta Gun in the Astra Militarum's hand suddenly became excited.
This is not a metaphor.
Because the rough, heavy gun barrel really did tremble violently yet pleasurably, and then a terrifying burst of fire erupted from the large tube.
Its rate of fire completely defied the laws of physics and the design blueprints of Imperium weapons.
Without charging or interruption, torrents of blazing white, blinding heat poured out one after another as if they possessed a mind of their own.
The Machine Spirit is overjoyed!
The first torrent vaporized the Slaaneshi Rider and his mount as they charged head-on.
With a slight sway that was imperceptible to the naked eye, the second burst of fireballs melted a demon who had leaped into the air on the left in half at the waist, the intense heat even instantly carbonizing his lower body.
The third strike, the fourth strike... the roar never ceased, and every nanosecond, destructive energy precisely targeted a specific object.
With their powers activated, the Astra Militarum, without any pretense, instantly spun like giant tops, heads down, and hurled their guns at the heads of all the demons.
The demons were as if they had crashed into an invisible wall made of absolute heat; they disintegrated and vaporized in the midst of their charge, deprived even of time to howl.
The entire process takes no more than the time it takes for one heartbeat.
The air was thick with ozone and the stench of purified Evil Marrow, and vision was violently Distortion by the high temperature.
When the last blazing white flame died down, the horde of demons that had attacked him had vanished, leaving only patches of still-scorching, radiating molten metal on the deck and walls.
The roar of the Melta Gun abruptly ceased, its body still scorching hot, emitting a dark red glow.
The Astra Militarum didn't even glance at his achievements for a second longer.
After doing all this, he hesitated for a moment, then the strange Astra Militarum let out a symbolic shout.
"For the Emperor!"
Then this person bypassed the Astartes and rushed towards the main battlefield of the breach at a speed that even the Astartes could not catch up with.
This made even the Emperor Fist doubt whether he was a mortal.
At least in comparison to this being, Astartes were indeed no different from ordinary mortals.
Amidst the shocked gazes of the Imperial Fists monks who stood frozen in place, she had already turned around, her military boots stepping across the still molten metal ground, the soles of her shoes sticking directly to the deck as she bounced off.
Xiao Huasheng muttered to himself.
"Wearing this outfit, I've definitely been playing in low-elo games, all those noobs and noobs," she said, dressed in her Astra Militarum uniform.
After all, she had been playing high-level games before, so suddenly feeling less pressure was really hard to adjust to.
The Slaanesh that got fished by the blast can only blame themselves for encountering a ghost.
Angela's voice came through.
[Manager, if you become too arrogant, I can unleash the mountain of corpses for you to beat up.]
"Hahaha, you know I've always been a weakling." The red-haired Angel suddenly became humble, but despite her talkativeness, she was still quite fast.
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Huasheng, who had briefly disappeared for half a second, arrived beside Vulkan.
"How's the situation here?" she asked.
Vulkan crushed a Slaanesh demon with his bare hands, then looked around in surprise, covered in blood.
After searching around, I finally found a large-headed Astra Militarum wearing a helmet next to my left foot.
"Hmm... yes, you were wearing this outfit."
Vulkan, who didn't recognize him at first, said this, while Xiao Huasheng looked up at him helplessly.
"I suddenly regret wearing this outfit. Nothing's wrong, is it?"
Seeing that all those who came out to join were weaklings, the red-haired Angel thought it wasn't enough.
A Slaanesh demon tried to ambush her from behind, but was instantly killed by Vulkan.
"Go back quickly, it's dangerous here," Vulkan said, ordering three Space Marines to protect Xiao Huasheng.
But before he could finish speaking, the ship began to shake violently again.
Boom!!
Chapter Fifteen: The Twisted Hammer, The Twisted Soul [1 Update]
"What happened now?!"
Xiao Huasheng quickly hugged Vulkan, afraid of being thrown off, but before Vulkan could answer.
The next moment, an even stronger tremor came.
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Huasheng was thrown out of the ship along with the Chaos Demon beside him. The moment he was outside, Xiao Huasheng finally realized what had happened.
Another Slaanesh vessel rammed into the flank of this ship!
Seeing that this was definitely S-Sis's doing, Xiao Huasheng was so frightened that his face turned pale.
She exerted a force on herself out of thin air, forcibly pulling herself back into the ship.
After seeing that Vulkan and the Space Marines beside him were unharmed, she couldn't help but ask.
"Why weren't you left behind?"
In response, Vulkan pointed to his obviously unusual boots.
"Slaanesh's flagship has collided with us; it seems they're planning a decapitation strike..."
His gaze swept over the still-shaken Xiao Huasheng, then turned to the Slaanesh warship outside the porthole, which was frantically rubbing against its own ship and spewing blinding sparks.
"They're aiming for the command deck; they want to twist us off along with the ship's bow..." Vulkan analyzed calmly. He wasn't good at this, but the other side's intentions were so obvious that he could react instantly.
As the immortal Primarchs, death was merely a brief slumber for him; he was already accustomed to facing any form of attack and destruction.
Vulkan is immortal; he has no fear of being beheaded.
But at this moment, his gaze fell on Xiao Huasheng's lovely face.
Her existence, like a pebble thrown into his unchanging destiny, created extraordinary ripples.
The Emperor also said that she was the hope of the Human Imperium and the most important turning point in changing destiny.
Unlike them, she was a warrior tempered by countless battles, unlike anyone else on this ship.
She was vulnerable, a variable in this Warp storm that needed protection. No matter how strong she appeared, Vulkan knew she was ultimately fragile...
Boom!