"Celestial Master! Long live the Celestial Master!" Across the defensive positions, many of the rebel militiamen rose to their feet and cheered for Zhang Jiao.
Between bouts of fighting, Cheng Mingrui glanced at the militiamen holding the position. Among them was a familiar face: John, the miner.
John had become a militia fighter. A disabled skilled worker like him could have stayed in the rear to mine, receiving the same food rations while remaining far from the dangers of war.
Yet he had volunteered to come to the battlefield. He believed in Yellow Heaven and was willing to give his life for that faith.
Cheng Mingrui smiled at him. He had only come to kill a few of the Corpse Emperor's lapdogs and raise morale.
Suddenly, silver psychic lightning engulfed the entire fortification, blanketing every inch of the area behind it. It cooked every living body and heated much of the metal until it glowed red.
Before Cheng Mingrui's eyes, John was burned to charcoal.
Two Grey Knights emerged from the lightning. Ignoring the mortals around them, they fixed the silver eyes of their Power Armor on Cheng Mingrui with emotionless stares.
This daemon was the target of their mission.
The Grey Knights had located Cheng Mingrui the moment Rex encountered him. Such a powerful psychic signature shone like the moon at night, while the Psykers around him were as faint as stars by comparison.
The two Grey Knights did not immediately charge into battle. They were providing coordinates for their brothers so that more could teleport in. Against a powerful daemon, they needed every force they could muster.
Flashes of teleportation continued to flare. A fully armed Grey Knight stepped out of each pillar of light. They intended to overwhelm the target daemon with numbers.
Even the traitor Primarch