(Thanks to Zizaixin'an for the donation bonus chapter, 2/2)
After Li Qinwu revived, he quickly got to his feet and rubbed his slightly swollen head. Recalling Slaanesh's smile from earlier, he felt a chill in his heart!
That smile from several kilometers away had nearly made him fall!
All he could say was that Slaanesh truly lived up to his name. Even a casual smile from one of his projected golem avatars had such terrifying power!
This would not do. Purple Diamond Star's surface had already become Slaanesh's domain. Before mortal forces could even deploy, they would be corrupted into self-torturing lunatics!
That was the current state of Warhammer 40,000. Simply stacking troop numbers was useless. Without quality to support them, the enemy could wipe them all out with a single area-of-effect attack!
This was when high-level forces like the Astartes were needed. The Astartes were monks of space, ascetics. Their mental strength was beyond anything mortals could compare to!
Not only were the Astartes stronger in combat than ordinary people, but their mental resilience was also greater. They could fight in heavily contaminated zones.
Fortunately, Li Qinwu's Astartes training program was already underway. Of the ten Gene-seeds, eight had been successfully implanted.
Those eight warriors were receiving new organ implants and military training at a rate of one round every two or three months.
They would still need four or five years to fully mature and adapt to their superhuman bodies. They definitely could not be used here!
Deeply troubled, Li Qinwu put on some clothes and rushed to the bridge.
Through the bridge's holographic projector, he saw that the area around the terminal had completely turned into a demon's lair. People were slaughtering one another everywhere.
At the very center of the terminal, that old woman Aifeisi was