What Was That Saying Again?

Everyone nearby was shaken by Lin En's fanaticism.

Cecilia was about to reach out and pull Lin En back, but his shout stopped her hand.

Iron Hammer, who had been controlling a drone to scan the surroundings, turned his head. Even the Astartes himself tilted his helmet slightly amid the chaos.

The sister withdrew her hand and covered her face, as though she found this a little embarrassing.

But Lin En had no time to care about his image.

A living, breathing Blood Angels Astartes was standing right in front of him.

Wow—

Iron Hammer said, "Lin En, I can see down your throat."

Lin En quickly shut his mouth and resumed a dignified appearance.

He quietly leaned against the sister beside him. "Sister!! You never said the reinforcements you were bringing would be Blood Angels!"

"We didn't expect it either. We just happened to run into this officer after heading out."

Cecilia covered her mouth as well and whispered to Lin En.

Next to the Isstvan System was Ultramarines territory. They had originally intended to seek help from the Ultramarines, only to encounter Blood Angels pursuing Aeldari pirates instead.

They had simply been lucky. What reinforcements they could find was entirely up to fate.

"Oh." Lin En suddenly understood.

While they spoke, the Blood Angel was still slaughtering enemies left and right.

The serrated teeth along his blade spun wildly. Metal tore through the air, the sound amplified to a startling degree within the cave. The entire rock wall resonated with it, producing deafening roars.

The next scene could roughly be described as mowing down weeds without equal.

Except the weeds being cut down were the heads of those poor cultists.

Didn't they always shout about blood for the Blood God and skulls for the Skull Throne?

Now they could go serve their Blood God. Amen.

Lin En made the sign of the cross for the poor cultists, then watched from the crack in the rocks with his blood boiling, hopping around and insisting on dragging Iron Hammer over to watch with him.

What would a mechanic like Iron Hammer know about fighting?

He did not understand it, nor was he interested.

But Lin En kept tugging at him, so he could only stand there lifelessly and listen to Lin En screech.

"Iron Hammer, look, look, look! A Flesh Tearers-style opening rush into a shoulder slam, then a turning diagonal cut followed by a backhand slash—!!! Smack!!! That's the Blood Angels' signature combo! I've seen a complete breakdown of this tactical sequence in a reference book! It's an improved version of the Phobos-pattern Tactical Doctrine! A style unique to the Blood Angels!" Lin En bounced excitedly.

Cecilia turned to glance at him.

Where had he learned all that?

Lin En said excitedly, "I'm a diehard Blood Angels fan!!! Mommy!!!"

A few cultists were frightened out of their wits and turned to flee back the way they came.

The Astartes did not pursue them. He raised his bolt pistol and took aim unhurriedly, as calm as if he were shooting targets at a range. One shot each, calling them out one by one.

The last one was the fastest. Just as he was about to turn into the corner of the passage, the Astartes raised his muzzle slightly and fired at the rock wall above his head.

"Bang!!" "Crash—!!!"

The falling rubble buried him perfectly.

So cool!!!!

Blood Angels warriors generally had centuries of combat experience, and that did not even include those ten-thousand-year-old veterans lying in Dreadnoughts.

Though their warriors' average lifespan was not especially high due to certain well-known little issues, they really were formidable.

The Blood Angel soon killed all the Chaos Cultists nearby who had come running at the sound.

After clearing out every cultist before him, he made another half-circle along the passage to inspect the area and ensure no fish had slipped through the net.

Truly worthy of being Sanguinius's son. Killing cultists was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables!

Lin En's eyes shone.

Watching an Astartes he liked fight in person really was exhilarating.

Ah~ For one instant, being transported into Warhammer did not feel quite so miserable.

Once the battle was completely over, the Astartes warrior turned around and walked toward Lin En's group.

There was a lightness to his gait that did not quite match his heavy armor. Every step landed steadily and silently.

The contrast was strange and wonderful, like watching a tiger walk across ice.

Lin En truly liked the Blood Angels Chapter. His eyes were practically glowing as he looked at the Blood Angel's Power Armor.

The Astartes stopped about two steps away from Lin En and looked down at him.

The boy's gaze was simply too hard to ignore.

The Blood Angels Astartes stood over two and a half meters tall. Lin En was not short at 1.8 meters, but standing before the Astartes, he only reached the man's breastplate.

Looking up at the Blood Angel felt like looking up at a moving crimson cathedral, its pure gold holy wings gleaming brightly.

Lin En was not afraid at all. At one point, he even seemed to hear a lovestruck girl's BGM in his head: It's love at first sight, there's no escaping those ridiculous eyes~

A beautiful woman placed before him might not make his heart race, but put the armor of his favorite Chapter before him and he would drop to his knees and propose on the spot.

Cecilia let out a faint cough behind him, as though she had choked.

Iron Hammer slowly retracted his mechanical arm, seemingly assessing whether it was appropriate for him to remain in the current atmosphere.

The Blood Angels warrior seemed to be startled by Lin En's laser-eyed stare as well. The red lenses in his helmet's faceplate flickered slightly, and he took half a step back.

Only after two seconds did he reach up and remove his helmet.

Beneath the helmet was a proper, handsome face.

Hard lines, a high nose bridge, golden hair trimmed neatly.

Astartes rarely looked delicate. They all had righteous, imposing faces. After all, with bodies built from slabs of muscle, it was difficult to look refined no matter how much one tried.

The Blood Angels Astartes nodded to Lin En and said kindly, "Hello."

His idol persona immediately kicked in. Who would have thought he would meet a fan of the Blood Angels Chapter here?

As long as you liked Sanguinius too, you were the Blood Angels Chapter's best friend.

Lin En quickly spread both hands, pressed his thumbs together, and placed his palms against his chest. He sincerely gave him an Aquila Salute. "Hello! Honored Angel! Thank you so very much for coming to our rescue!"

The Aquila Salute was the most common etiquette used by civilians or the Astra Militarum of the Imperium of Man when addressing Astartes.

With palms facing inward, the hands crossed and pressed against the chest to form the shape of an eagle.

Warhammer even had an animated short called "Iron Within" that specifically featured this.

Sydonis, a remote agricultural world of the Imperium, was raided by the Drukhari.

In desperation, the remnants of the Astra Militarum activated an ancient beacon and called for the Emperor's Angels—the Astartes warriors.

Then the atmosphere exploded open, drop pods crashed down, and out came the Iron Warriors—the traitorous Fourth Legion that had fallen to Chaos.

The moment they appeared, they beat the Drukhari senseless and utterly crushed them.

This planet had belonged to the Iron Warriors Legion ten thousand years ago, before they had betrayed the Imperium.

They sensed the distress beacon and still came.

The ordinary people on the planet did not know they had betrayed the Imperium. One Astra Militarum soldier saw an Iron Warriors Astartes and gave him an Aquila Salute.

That Astartes stood motionless with his gun in hand, staring at him for seven seconds.

Players burst into laughter, saying that with an Astartes's reaction speed, seven seconds was probably equivalent to seven hours for an ordinary person.

During those long seven seconds, that Iron Warriors Astartes might have already thought through his entire life.

Then he knocked that mortal Astra Militarum soldier unconscious with a "bang" of his fist.

He looked cold and ruthless, but he had held back.

If he had not held back, with an Astartes's strength, that mortal Astra Militarum soldier's head would have burst like a watermelon.

What was that saying again?

Oh—

The Great Crusade was a memory that even traitors recalled with glory.