Now, I have a platoon of troops behind me. Although almost none of these crew members had any experience in close combat with firearms, their morale was a little worrisome, and the organizational order was a mess, which can only be described as a mobilization level, but this was after all defending their homeland, and with my honest description of the fate that might befall them after being captured by Chaos, they finally had the courage to sustain a battle. I was going to take out my treasured laser rifles and give them them, but without the pagans they found their own weapons storage room, equipping themselves with a single weapon that was more suitable for fighting in the complex environment inside the ship - still shotguns.

With manpower, the rest of the battle will be much smoother. When encountering small infidel troops, it is often Nigae howling and rushing up to break up the enemy formation with a sledgehammer, then firing two rounds of shotgun salvos, and finally killing a few of the stronger ones with a single head to call it a day. Shotguns can also fire small-caliber blasting grenades, which can quickly disintegrate even superior infidels when covered by a rain of bullets. Occasionally, I encounter three or two Chaos Space Marines, although even a single bullet can hardly kill the body protected by the power armor, but there are the most conspicuous Oglins in front to attract the enemy's attention, and Sylvia and the nun can easily do it with one person and one sword. It didn't take long for us to unstoppably open up a few corridors, eliminate hundreds of heretics and more than a dozen Chaos Space Marines, and pay no more than a dozen casualties. Far from demoralizing others, these casualties further fueled their anger and hatred. Gradually, the crew became more accustomed to fighting, and they also knew how to enjoy the joy of battle and victory.

Nigae withstood the most firepower in battle, and many times was even in a state of being attacked from all sides - after all, the crew's marksmanship was not very good. His armor became more scarred and bleeding in many places, but his fighting spirit grew, and he rushed from one group of enemies to another with a wild shout, causing the others to run as hard as they could to catch up with him, and many times when he chased after him, he found that the battle was over, leaving only corpses like meat sauce on the ground.

As the battle became smoother, I no longer needed to stand at the front of the line and take the lead, but retreated to the back to coordinate the command, occasionally pulling out my pistol and firing twice to knock down a few mutated infidels. Ashwarya was shooting with me, and I suspected that the deeper bullet marks in's back were from her, and I couldn't point them out, so I stopped her on the grounds that the bolts were too expensive to waste on the infidels.

In the ensuing battle, there was no need for Sylvia to lead the way, and, who was walking in front, led us to the next restaurant. Although the twists and turns in the passage inside the ship are said to be the possibility that even the most senior crew members can get lost, the Oglins, who are generally considered to be intellectually inferior, have shown a genius when it comes to finding the restaurant. After calming down from the battle, he was able to avoid the wide corridors patrolled by a large number of enemies, specializing in the narrow, deep paths, most of which were not even illuminated, many of which were narrow enough that he could barely get through them when he took off his armor.

"If he's looking for a bridge, he's definitely not going to find it." Sylvia lost her qualification to lead the way, and commented with some reluctance.

I admit that all of Oglien's geniuses must have been used in their instinct to find food.

There were many restaurants on a battleship, but the restaurants were far from each other. Thanks to's guidance, we were able to find another one quickly and easily. But this time we didn't get good news.

Not every restaurant has a warrior as strong and brave as. The restaurant we just arrived at was already an altar of evil after a blood sacrifice. Hundreds of headless corpses of men, women and children were scattered on the floor, all of their heads piled up into a tower. The blood on the floor was almost condensed, thick enough to cover the instep of my foot. …,

The towers of skulls, face after face facing us, distorted with indescribable fear, empty eyes that seemed to blame us for coming too late. I can't hear the wails of their souls in the subspace, the evil gods have already come and partaken of the sacrifice.

The dining room was so quiet that even Nigae tried to hold his breath. Except for me and, there is probably no one else here who has ever seen so much blood, seen such a brutal massacre. Some people are trembling with fear, some people are fainting in grief after recognizing their relatives and friends, and some people quietly go out to vomit.

I didn't speak or move, and I'm sure they all recognized what to do in this situation.

Sure enough, these crew members, who were accustomed to wandering in the vast space, quickly woke up from their injuries. With no one to organize or give orders, they silently gathered outside the cafeteria, checked their weapons, restocked their nearest ammo, and followed the conspicuous blood-red footprints in the hallway.

This is not in line with the plan for rallying the troops in advance, but I must tolerate their revenge, and I must follow them and help them if necessary. The heretics who had just held a blood sacrifice must have been blessed by the evil gods and become more combative. The next battle will be difficult.

Moreover, the altar in the dining room, the Mark of the Evil God, indicated that the enemy was a subordinate of the Son of the Emperor, the god of pleasure, and not the army of the Blood God of Terror that we had encountered earlier. Unlike the sadomists, Sharis directly strengthens believers, and his blessings are more varied and more difficult. I can't guess the changes in the enemy and prepare in advance, I can only take one step at a time.

Fortunately, the enemy did not go far. On a main thoroughfare wide enough to accommodate three Riemanrus tanks, a group of two hundred heretics were singing and dancing around a dozen or so Chaos Space Marines in pink livery.

The twisted and morbid degenerates, all with blood-smeared insignia on their faces, with a look of intoxication, their mouths snorting in a frenzied tone, their bodies writhing rhythmically to the music. The Chaos Space Marines in the middle of them were two of them playing some kind of instrument, and the others were acting as lead dancers.

It's a carnival.

There was a wonderful magic to this ritual, and I could feel the power that came from the subspace, the power to make people happy. This is the temptation of Shalis. I could tell that under the influence of this power, the infidels had become fearless of pain, and even pain had become pleasure. They have become a bunch of crazy people who are not afraid of death.

But no matter how unafraid of death a madman is, he will still be a harmless corpse after being swept away by the rain of bullets. The real threat was the small group of Chaos Space Marines in the middle of the crowd, the Emperor's Sons.

They once had the most glorious names, but now they are degenerate beyond words. The forces of chaos corroded their bodies, leaving their exposed heads puffy and pale, like rotting corpses that had been soaked for days. Their armor is painted an eerie and disgusting pink. Like all Space Marines, they have deadly weapons, six blasters, two heavy blasters, a shoulder-mounted rapid-fire cannon, a sonic cannon, and even those two things that are played as musical instruments can emit terrifying sound waves that can kill people in battle. In addition to the powerful guns, each person also carried an additional melee weapon such as a saber. This twelve-man squad of Emperor's Sons is even more terrifying and difficult than the sadomasochistic warriors we've encountered before.

Just by looking at this fanatical and wicked ritual, people of poor mind are in danger of falling. The anger and hatred in the hearts of the crew were waning, replaced by the same frenzied pleasures as those of the infidels. If I don't give the order to attack sooner, I'll lose this platoon's mobilizers. …,

The perception of the Space Marines is far beyond that of ordinary people, just peeping from afar, the Emperor's sons have already perceived it. Two of them stopped dancing and began to look over our side. I hurriedly retreated around the corner.

Everyone looked at me and waited for me to make up my mind. Even the always impulsive Oglins are wise to advance and retreat, and take a wait-and-see attitude in the face of a powerful enemy force.

So I ordered:

"All shotguns, load three grenades, wait for the order to fire a salvo."

People carry out orders in doubt and hesitation.

"This may be your first time in battle, but I'm not. I have fought for fifteen years, and I have seen an enemy a hundred times stronger than this. But every time I win! Every time I can return from the battlefield with my soldiers! ”

This is obvious nonsense, but at this time I can only speak nonsense in a sonorous voice.

"Even if the enemy is a hundred times stronger than us, I am confident that we will win! Because we fight for the Empire! The Emperor is watching over us! The Emperor will bring down his wrath, and every enemy of the Empire will be wiped out! Now, strike! ”

I walked around the corner with my soldiers and faced the enemy head-on. Before they could grab their weapons and aim at us, I waved my arms hard, "Shoot!" ”

In three waves, more than one hundred and fifty fragmentation grenades covered the infidel crowd, and explosions rang out one after another. Shockwaves and tens of thousands of fragments tore lightly armored enemies to pieces.

Despite their large numbers, small fragmentation grenades are still unable to inflict lethal damage on the Chaos Space Marines. However, in the center of those explosions, there was an explosion that was particularly loud.

Five heavy shells exploded there, and the overlapping radius completely enveloped the Emperor's Sons squad.

Even though I covered my ears beforehand, the loud noise still made me deaf for more than a minute, and it made me a little dizzy to venture out of teleportation spells again. Seeing that the smoke from the explosion had cleared, and that there were still some incomplete infidels squirming on the ground, I waved again, "Reload your shotguns and clean up the battlefield." "In case they don't hear clearly, I re-ordered it with a telepathy.

But my order came a little late, and was already happily beating it with the big gavel.