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Military Affairs Department Document 8712/AM/D09 ——

Astral Force Operation Report

Corresponding number: OR-62750735629

To: Supreme Commander of the Gondewa Sub-Star Region Army

Cc: Ministry of Military Affairs - Archives - Correspondence Department

The Office of the Supreme Commander of the Extreme Star Field

Tactical logistics support department

From: Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, the officer in command of the Gondelwa World Defense

Topic: Latest briefing on the Gundela World Defence Program

Attachments and References:

Gondelwa reference map

A breakdown and distribution report of the Gondeva interstellar defense forces

Final casualty reports from a worldwide greenskin clean-up operation

In the name of the most sacred emperor of mankind, (insert name here) Lieutenant Colonel Alan Bair, submits the following report on (insert relevant operational name here) the defense of the Gondelwa subsector.

According to my last official report, after successfully clearing the local greenskins, Dagondewa VI was attacked by traitor forces, and the Poldero Moon-class strike cruiser was badly damaged, and the battle was pulled into the ground for combat.

My command organs and the newly deployed 4th Skady Infantry Regiment have arrived at Gondeva VI, where traitor units have landed after their emergence from subspace.

The unusually active and fluctuating magnetic field of Gondeva VI makes it difficult to scan from sensors in orbit and communicate on the ground, in addition, the dense jungle covers most of the planet's surface, making it almost impossible to rely on visual reconnaissance, therefore, the number of heretics currently present is unknown.

Nevertheless, I have no doubt about the capabilities of the 4th Skady Infantry Regiment, albeit a relatively new one, to rise to the challenge. At present, we are engaged in guerrilla warfare that relies on the local terrain to deplete the enemy's vital forces.

References 2 and 3 can be consulted for a breakdown of current forces and casualty reports from the Karst Campaign, and in general the 57th Regiment of Katakán has completed the local greenskin clearance.

But I would also like to draw your attention to Annex No. 4, where, although I have great confidence in the Skady 4th Infantry Regiment, I have submitted to the General Staff a request for the seventh request for armoured support.

The Gondela system has previously spotted the threat of orcs and has defeated the greenskin alien several times. I have no doubt that with the blessing of the emperor, we will do the same thing again (see Annex 5 for details).

All of the Emperor's warriors, from me and my staff officers to the soldiers who held the Emperor's Wrath on the battlefield, were ready to clear the heretical threat from Gondelva VI and continue the sacred work of banishing them from the Empire's territory in this sub-sector.

Our valiant Astral Army warriors are ready to face the enemy, ready for the battle to come, and they are in good spirits.

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End of communication –

In the terrible Chaos camp, Vincent is a servant of the gods, a servant of the Space Marines, and a believer in power, he is the middle nest of the nest capital, but now he can control the life and death of those noble nobles, he shows a thirst for the power of chaos more than anyone else, and he is even more fascinated by the power of the space marines.

He'd been part of the mortal forces of the ground forces for a long time, and he was in charge of communications, a completely unnecessary position, useless, useless in this damn world, useless for anything, the god-boon radios were making a hoarse roar, and psionic communications were difficult to use due to the rarity of psionics.

The gods reigned, and Vincent stripped the cortex created by illness on his body, because the damn world was filled with moist air, irreversible skin diseases, and unclean water that kept his body corrupt.

"Damn—" Vincent looked at the almost scrap metal communicator, he had had had enough of his work, and the Space Marines had curled up since the last defeat.

He needed human blood to satisfy his desires, and he needed sacrifices to the gods to heal his body.

But the world was against him at every turn, making him physically ill, making him drowsy, and the heat of the forest, sweltering, could kill a man at just thirty degrees.

A heavy voice rang out, it was his master, the Obedient, a Space Marine, a former member of the Claws of the Stars, a man who only listened to the teachings of the Blackheart King.

"Mortal, have you received a command from my lord?"

Vincent got down on one knee. "My lord, there is absolutely none, Lord Blackheart's message cannot pass through the magnetic field, only the last time Lord Vengar sent a message, he replied."

Then Vincent got the heavy and amazing punch, and he almost flew out and lay on the ground, his ribs almost broken, trying to break out of his body.

"Bastard, you're useless, now go patrol the forest and give me the radio!"

Vincent lowered his head and picked up his laser gun. "Yes, sir."

Such heartwarming interactions are common in this damn situation, with Space Marines spilling all the anger they have accumulated in their obedience training at Vengar on their servants, and Vincent is often the most unlucky of all because of his useless position.

In the words of the greenskin, it is the most ugly fart, and the greenskin wants to punch it.

The lost Vincent dragged his fragile body to the core of the camp, and he began to enter the group, but his traitorous brothers did not welcome anyone, they were like frightened birds, and they talked about how terrible this forest was.

"Who are you? Why did you come here? "The aristocratic soldier who was once the Iron Guard of the Astral Army pointed his automatic gun at Vincent.

"I was sent by my master to join the patrol." Vincent nervously raised his hand to show that he had no intention of attacking, but he could still notice that the group of guys looked as if they hadn't slept for days.

A full patrol of about 400 people, how can there be less than 160 people now? Vincent was often beaten, and he was used to investigating details, and his bad feelings became stronger and stronger.

The nobleman lowered his firearm. "Now go on patrol, now!"

He pulled Vincent into the group, and the whole patrol disappeared into the forest, but almost instantly, Vincent felt uncomfortable the moment he entered it.

His bulletproof armor was sweating, everyone was lying on the ground, they barely dared to move, as if they were going to die, and the humid wind and heavy rotting leaves of the forest were even more uncomfortable, as if they had penetrated into Vincent's clothes, bringing the blood-sucking leeches and the corrupt substance that aggravated the skin of his fragile mortals.

"Why are you... This is near the camp! Vincent was mad, believing his brothers were crazy, but all he was faced with was the action of the noble soldiers pressing his head.

In that moment, Vincent saw something strange, it was the gap in the gorgeous clothes of the nobles, where the skin was attached, and the empire's ... Double-headed eagle badge!

Vincent's head was almost short-circuited, he couldn't understand what was going on here, so he could only follow the man and why he was wearing the symbol of the Empire and being in a high position (for Vincent's high position).

There are so many things that have happened today, and the wet itch brought by the forest makes him miss his relatively dry job.

“380！ Beam! An abrupt voice interrupted his thoughts, and a moment later the team became agitated, weren't they patrols? Why is it more like meat that has entered a pack of wolves?

Vincent immediately raised his gun, only to see a thick overload beam across his cheek, hitting the body of his comrade beside him, blood moistening his cheek, it was a muscle burst caused by the huge overload, and the wetness of the soft tissues made him feel better, after all, it was still clean.

If he's not sick...

Vincent took a deep breath, his adrenaline pumping, and looked around, but the dark and terrifying forest seemed to have no enemies at all.

Where did the beam come from? Where is the enemy? Vincent felt choked, tears rolled in his eyes, crazy thoughts running around his head, he was going to die!

He didn't dare to shoot, he was afraid of revealing his position, he didn't dare to face the enemy, he was afraid that they would kill him, but no matter how he escaped, he couldn't change the status quo.

He wanted to shout and cry, but he didn't dare to make a sound at all, just buried his head in the soil and listened to the whooshing sound of beams shooting at each other in the air.

The 160-strong force was reduced by more than half in just five minutes, and although Vincent did expect blood, he was not his own...

His arms were shaking, excitement, fear, all sorts of things mixed up inside him, and he could hear his teammates praying to the Chaos Gods, but to no avail.

He could hear the forest uttering words of heresy, damned, maggot-worm invective.

Vincent couldn't understand it at all, he was lying on his stomach, he was lying on his stomach...

When a plasma grenade exploded next to him, his entire body was torn apart, and the wet earth and "coal" made of cushioning and plasma that deviated from the point of detonation smashed into his face.

His mind was empty, and only a flash of light flashed in the form of the noble soldier's amulet, and the silver light in his mind, and he cried madly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't, I shouldn't, Emperor! O Emperor! He knelt on the ground, curled up in reverence, bowing to his despised being, his mind flashing through countless beatings and insults to himself by those hateful things, and the disregard of the gods of chaos for him.

He wept, and bowed, and was reverent, as if the terrible beings had not noticed him at all, and when the bloody storm had passed, there were only 6 people alive...

They looked at each other, and when Vincent saw the nobleman, he got up lightly and swaggered back to the camp with Vincent and the others.

Next Vincent saw Viengar, the mighty former Crimson Angel, kneeling on the altar and chanting the Prayer of Chaos, pious and powerful.

He looked up, dark skin, huge body, he looked at Vincent and the other people who had returned, and sighed.

"Dead again? You useless mortals! Isn't it just a few damn humans, hidden in the forest? ”

Vinegar shook his head. "Now, you go and take charge of organizing the new team, remember, you have to be more careful next time, this time there are six people, which is very good, I remember last time it was three people..."

Vingar gave the survivors a fairly high command of the mortal forces, and compared to his tears, his servants must have gone through a bloody and frenzied counterattack, killing the damned Imperial Guard when the number of enemies was far greater than his own.

And then returned to the camp after the painful experience of only a few people left, who were not losers.

That's right, Vincent is not a loser, he took the badge representing Vengar and pinned it to his chest, now he can say goodbye to those damn things, when he realizes that his life has changed, he can't help but feel happy in his heart, but he thinks, who is the reason for his experience?

His cult of Space Marines had been shattered by the Imperial Guard's defenses, and what little bit of faith he had had in the Chaos Gods had been completely festered, as was his skin.

Look at him now, hungry and thirsty, cowardly as a mouse, with death, living without dignity and weak, as weak as he was in the nest, only today he has gained strength.

Vincent's skin became more itchy, he didn't understand why he was suffering so much, the gods were like this, the space marines were like this, his initial betrayal was only because his boss betrayed, he didn't want to die and had to join the chaos.

Those disgusting spells and damn prayers tainted his sanity, he had never seen the power of the Chaos Gods, but now he had encountered the power of the Emperor...

This is also the problem of the Blackheart King, he has consciously let many chaotic forces avoid his subordinates, but those ordinary people are not deeply corrupted by this.

When those who were still pure, with their heads not completely mutated, were picked out by their kind, the situation changed completely.

The noble soldier dragged the men to another place, and he had not said a word, but the group followed him, for Vincent knew very well who had given him his current itch.

They walked in unison, and came to a secluded place in the camp, where the city once worshipped the emperor, where the portrait of the emperor hung on the wall, and the smoky incense of the gods wafted, and Vincent took a deep breath, feeling that his physical ailments were much better.

There were already three people sitting here, and they didn't necessarily have much mutation in their bodies, but they all had a characteristic, and they had the "gift" of Vingar on their chests, representing the badge of domination.

When they saw the arrival of the newcomer, they immediately laid out the dough and took out hymns, and kept emphasizing.

"We survived because of the Emperor's protection, we didn't have any communication with those Imperial Guards, but we survived."

"The emperor is above, we have taken a detour before, but now we are recognized."

After Vincent heard this, his heart was sour for some reason, and he knelt on the ground and looked at the golden saint.

"My lord..."

For the first time in this world, he felt warmth, anticipation, and a sense of belonging, and he had understood all the prayers and bows of the people in the nest capital to the emperor.

Vincent clutched his head and wept, curled up like a baby, reborn in the light of the emperor.

At this moment, Vincent, the loyal, was born...

(End of chapter)