Twenty or so infidels of soldiers, this time better equipped, fully equipped with vacuum combat gear, and I doubt that their bloated fingers will ever fit into the trigger guard. There are still no thrusters or magnetic boots, and they move slowly.

Several beams of light converged on me, bringing out long shadows behind me. Only one person stood in the way, and they were stunned for a moment by the strange situation, as if they were considering whether it was a decoy or not. And the full set of guards on me has caused many people to ridicule.

The ridicule didn't last long, or froze in some people's faces, like bullets and bomb fragments of entities slowing down and solidifying in front of me. More people joined in the shooting, but laser beams and other energy jets also bypassed my sides. With my arms outstretched, each wielding a power sword and a chainsaw sword, I rushed into their ranks like a bird of prey with its wings outstretched.

The spacesuit had no defense, and the flesh and bones were easily torn apart like tissue paper in front of the swirling sawtooth and the flickering power field blade, that is, in five or six seconds, the battle was over. I even had the extra energy to dodge the blood spraying everywhere, but the chainsaw inevitably threw some small beads of blood on me.

Some of them are still unfinished. I estimate that a large cruiser must have four or five thousand people on board, even if the main attack force is placed on the opposite Luna, the one sent here must be a company-level scale, and as a result, along the way, the enemies killed can't even get together a platoon, and there are only two Chaos Space Marines. Could Chaos be counting on this amount of force to take out a transport ship with a crew of nearly 1,000? It's pretty much the same to use to blow up ships, but wouldn't it be more convenient to use naval guns for this purpose?

Too lazy to use the flame gun again, I pulled out a promethium fuel tank from my backpack, crushed it, and manipulated the spilled liquid to coat the shattered corpses, spraying air and flicking my fingers. Another three seconds were wasted.

Supposedly, it would be nice to leave the cleaning of the battlefield to the crew, but I have already done it with some ease, and I have subconsciously done it. When a senior member of the Defense Force said that there is no better fragrance than burning the corpses of an enemy with promethium fuel, I suddenly felt the urge to take off my breathing mask and take a deep breath of the smoke that was rapidly dissipating. Fortunately, my reason is still there, and I resolutely refrain from this terrible thought.

The flash of light coming through the hole in the wall reminded me that there was a firefight going on over there. It's weird, I don't feel like there's an enemy in the next area......

Instantly, I thought of a somewhat frightening reality. Psionic perception is not omnipotent, and there are many ways to bypass or even block this ability, the simplest possibility is that there is a chaotic psyker on the opposite side......

Carelessly, the ease along the way actually made me inadvertently ignore that no matter how many wars I have gone through and how many terrible enemies I have faced, chaos has always been the main threat to the empire!

The main force of Chaos consists of two parts, namely the demons condensed by the energy of the subspace and the traitors who are polluted by the subspace and rebels, due to the closer relationship with the subspace, the probability of generating spellcasters in the chaos is much higher than that of the Empire. Just one platoon of cannon fodder troops to match a warlock is not a luxury for Chaos.

I hurried to the next compartment as fast as I could, and sure enough, the battle was in full swing. A staff wielding a Chaos Space Marine, standing next to an altar, unleashed flames and lightning condensed from subspace energy, pinning Sylvia's men to immobility behind the container. There are already many dead and wounded, and even one of the Sentinel Mechs has turned into wreckage.

Seeing my arrival, the Chaos Warlock immediately turned his fire to my side, and the majestic psionic power was overwhelming like a huge wave. At this point, I had nowhere to dodge, and it was obvious that the wall that even a normal power sword could not hold back could withstand this devastating attack. I had to open my psionic field with all my might, and go face-to-face with that warlock in a brute force battle. …,

I'm at an absolute disadvantage for this confrontation. The other party is chaos, and he can extract subspace power without any scruples, and the only outcome of my doing this is that the spiritual energy will go out of control and lead to a back-up, which will be degenerate and rebel at best, or disappear directly and completely. The other party is a space marine, and his combat experience is likely to be hundreds or even thousands of years, and his control of psionic energy is far above mine.

Lightning and flames illuminated his bloody and hideous body, and his armor chest was covered with a blue Ouroboros livery that was the mark of a thousand sons. Psionics are found in almost all Space Marines, but Chiko's psionics are superior. Back in the days when emperors were still walking among the stars, the Thousand Sons Legion was the most adept psionic of all the space marines. They once had the best psionic masters in the Empire. Unlike a mass-produced battlemancer like me, who was hastily trained at the psionic academy for five years and then dropped on the battlefield, their psionic masters were also knowledgeable scholars. In addition to psionic powers, what is even more terrifying is that they have reason and intelligence.

Fortunately, the opponent's strength advantage was not so great that it was overwhelming. Obviously, he could never be the one who had followed the emperor, otherwise my force field would have collapsed the moment I made contact.

Even so, I couldn't hold out for long in the confrontation, and I had to find cover before I ran out of strength or lost control, and although there were a lot of containers nearby, the good spots available were almost occupied by Sylvia's crew.

Taking advantage of the shift in fire, the crew began to poke their heads out to fight back, but just like the infidels' attacks on me just now, all the live ammunition, beams, and plasma fireballs were helpless against his psionic armor. The warlock ignored these harassing attacks, and urged psionic energy with all his might to crush me in one fell swoop.

The sheer amount of pressure made it extremely difficult for me to move. I looked around, trying to find someone to help me out of the siege, and look around, the only one who had the ability to lightly penetrate the psionic shield seemed to be Sylvia's master-level power sword, but she had to fly the fighter plane to deal with the battleship later, and she was not allowed to get hurt here.

Where did Ah Da go? Then I remembered that my mechanical servants weren't here. The hot melt gun on his body is also very powerful.

As if in response to my call, not far from the warlock's side, a red-hot crack suddenly appeared in the outer wall of a shipping container, and then Adana's body, which was a little stronger than the Space Marine, broke through the outer wall and appeared there. The mechanical service arm behind him was raised high, and a bright jet of hot melt shot at the warlock from the hot melt gun above.

Good job! It is worthy of a tacit understanding and a good partner! It is at this time that my usually silent follower will show a sense of existence beyond ordinary people. He has ferocious firepower and reliable shooting accuracy.

But the Chaos Warlock's combat experience is even more daunting. After all, he was a battle-hardened Space Marine, and he only shook his upper body slightly, and the jet that could have melted his skull grazed his helmet harmlessly, opening a hole in the container on the other side of his body.

Suddenly, an incomparable sense of crisis came to my heart, as if some serious disaster was coming, and in the face of this catastrophe, the threat of the Chaos Warlock was insignificant.

When I graduated from the Psionic Academy, I failed the prophecy subject, but prophecy is not for exams, it is for life-saving! On the battlefield, I have survived this harbinger of crisis countless times.

The omen had already appeared, and I was running out of time, and I had to find cover in two seconds. I made up my mind to slightly remove some of the power that supported the force field shield. Just then, the Chaos Warlock suddenly increased his strength, trying to knock me down in one fell swoop so that I could deal with the emerging threat. …,

My shield shattered under the furious lightning, and the fierce force struck me in the chest, the pain caused by the burning heat and impact almost stripped my soul from my body, but fortunately, I built up a force field close to me while removing the previous shield, blocking the deadliest force of lightning. I felt a large piece of the carapace armor on my chest melt, and I quickly ripped the breastplate off along with the deadly molten metal.

The force of the impact sent me flying backwards, back into the hole in the wall where I arrived. As I hid sideways, I reached out my psionic tentacles, grabbed Sylvia as she was about to draw her sword, and dragged her back into cover and held her down.

As for the more distant Ada, there is nothing I can do, and may the emperor and the power of Ominisia protect him.

The next moment, a huge explosion suddenly occurred! The shock came through every piece of steel around me, creating a loud noise that completely deaf people. The steel world around me felt like it was about to collapse. Massive shockwaves and tens of millions of explosive fragments poured out of the hole around me, rapidly expanding the hole, and scared me out of the way. Even a slight rub was enough to break my bones.

No weapon in my concept could match this power, not even a ground action cannon capable of destroying a fortress and overturning a horde of tanks in one hit. Come to think of it, if it wasn't for the enemy ships that attacked here again with naval guns, then an arsenal exploded nearby.

I thought of the blow that Ah Da missed a moment ago.