"Thud~~ Thud~~~"
"Thrust... withdraw!"
The scraping of Power Lances against metal grated on the ears. Every shower of sparks from a vicious thrust marked another daemon successfully banished.
"Thrust... withdraw!"
"Uh... has it occurred to you that you're the toughest shield yourself?"
"No way, Chapter Master. You're the toughest."
Evan had been leaning against the wall, waiting for his body to slowly recover while his Power Armor's internal systems carried out minor self-repairs and switched to emergency backups. Before long, a squad of daemons charged furiously toward them, and then...
Several Adamantium Warriors quietly positioned their Chapter Master at the very front. Evan was already taller than ordinary warriors. Wearing this armor, he sat with his back to the enemy while two warriors rested their Power Lances directly on his shoulders and kept stabbing forward.
One was left-handed and the other right-handed. They worked quite well together.
Evan-brand anti-psyker cover: the true bane of daemons.
The Third Generation Adamantium Armor had curves optimized for taking punishment. Its pauldrons were so smooth that never mind resting a gun on them-even glue would leave no trace.
Afterward, the Light of the People weekly bulletin reported: Chapter Master Evan fully embodied the spirit of self-sacrifice in battle, sheltering every warrior behind his massive body and shielding his comrades from the enemy's ferocious attacks. Such a noble spirit was the very model of the Primaris Astartes...
The Blood God's offensive gradually subsided. On any normal planet, the daemons would never have been routed so easily. Thousands upon thousands of Blood Fiends crowded one side of the Warp Rift as Annos's Warp seal struggled against Chaos. After the daemon horde that had stormed the flagship repeatedly failed to achieve anything, Chaos abandoned this offensive.
The Adamantium Warriors were already closing the encirclement. Unless they committed