The rain grew heavier, the wet liquid stained the lens of the Space Marine's helmet, sliding down pale transparent rain stains, the falcon's sword servo roared, the blue glow flickered, and the destruction position evaporated the raindrops.

The wind licks away at the armor, honor, war, and death of the Empire, turning it into a-for-tat confrontation with the enemy at this moment, and the fury will never stop.

The Dark War Lords retreated under the protection of their soldiers and marched to safety, while several rune veterans stabbed the Space Marines in weak joints with their monomolecular sabers.

"Die!" The Hawk of Destruction let out a low, long cry, the power sword slashed diagonally, the carapace armor, the detonation spear, with the flesh favored by the evil gods, sliced like butter, leaving only the incisions of the heat and destruction that tore apart, and did not even shed blood.

There was no shortage of veterans struggling to drag their upper bodies towards him and stab him in the ankles, but the master chief lifted his thighs, clicked, and his head cracked under the tremendous force beyond mortal imagination, leaving behind clouds of black and red dirt.

Killing didn't bring fear, those rune warriors were even more excited, their eyes were red, and it was chilling, and the Master Chief's teammates shot and slashed, and the enemies continued to flow and gradually get better.

As the warriors dodged the slashing of the Master Chief's Power Sword with twisted joints and chaotic poses, the Chaos Gods gave the loyal madmen a boon.

The battle was entangled, the Void shield was ignited by the ground cannons one at a time, the soil was tumbling, the battlefield was chaotic, and the Master Chief saw the runes in the eyepiece as he grappled several enemies, warning them to feel the heat.

He quickly reversed his body, and in a way that did not match his great agility, he trampled on the heretic body and leaped high, and those people were caught off guard and trampled, the huge weight made their bones make a tooth-aching sound, and the spine twisted, and the beam of deflagration followed, cutting through the air and killing the heretic of the Master Chief as a stepping stone.

The heretic in the distance is aiming, and the deflagration gun can naturally be fired continuously, with an interval of less than 0.3 seconds, even if the aiming speed is added, the king of soldiers who has been strengthened by countless training can also aim at the master chief who cannot move in mid-air in 0.5 seconds!

Tricky, those Chaos minions showed far more strategic qualities and combat effectiveness than the Space Marines expected, and the Master Chief used his sacred cortex to connect the armor at the last moment, driving the heat of the jumping backpack behind his body, and when the bright red runes flashed, he soared like a falcon.

The crimson flash flame sprayed, and many heretics who were fighting with it couldn't dodge, and their arms or thighs were instantly cooked, but the bare place of the weird runes seemed to be carved into the flesh, and even if the skin was opened, the light blue traces inside could be seen, which made people shudder!

Jumping backpacks can't completely solve the problem, he still doesn't have the means to land quickly, even if the space marine's body is huge, the weight will pull him down, but the elite who is good at shooting will not wait, finally, after the master chief tortured dozens of rune warriors, his shoulders were pierced by a burst of flames, and blood flowed out of the cracks in the armor composed of ceramic steel fragments, stinging and stimulating the internal secretion of the star warriors, which is like a terrible agent of stimulants for mortals, secreted in the complex dopamine system.

He fell to the ground due to the weight, and the corpses that were originally in place were also crushed into mud by the weight, and then the enemy's forward troops attacked again, only this time, in the eyes of the master chief more slowly and weaker.

The chainsaw sword was sliced by the power sword, and the Master Chief even raised his hand to grab a heretic with his fingers, wielding it like a whip to defend against enemy attacks on his joints.

But how the falcon cuts, the servo keeps roaring, and the flesh is broken, but it can't change the reality of the enemy's shooting, when the master chief's body is hit through the chest by the deflagration beam again, the complex and powerful organ structure makes him not affect the battle at all, but he can also feel that his strength is being lost.

Every time you kill ten people on the opposite side, you have to be shot, the wounds are stacked, the fatigue and losses are getting bigger and bigger, and the mad heretics use their bodies to form quicksand, first 10 people, then 8, 7, 6, and then fall off a cliff until the superhuman organs can no longer sustain the body energy of the space marine.

A hundred Space Marines, more than enough to drag them to death! Master Chief instantly felt powerless, this group of guys is not physically stronger than mortals, but countless training and strange rune spells on the body give them the ability to melee with space marines, plus the belief in evil gods makes them not afraid of death...

Master Chief met one of the few people in his combat career who found him troublesome, especially when his body wounds were dripping down with rain and blood, which was painful and deprived of his vitality.

He needs a breakthrough! He began to exert his strength, the fiber bundles in his armor tightened to provide him with strength, and he roared as hard as he could, and the battle cry was amplified by the gridr to a thrilling point, whether it was the suit of armor or himself, the Master Chief at this moment had reached the peak of his power.

But the price of this was that he felt a tingling in his wrists, arms, ankles, and thighs, and the heretical warriors plunged their blades into the weak joints of his armor, and he gave up all his defenses, and blood spilled through the cracks in his armor, bright red, the same blood as his fellow humans, but those things were quickly diluted by the heavy rain and slipped down his body.

Born to die, the roar spread all over the battlefield, hovering in the sky, even if he was stabbed into the body and joints by a saber, he continued to move forward as fast as he could, what was his goal, it was those heretics who shot with guns!

Reward him with a projectile, then you will be rewarded with your death, this is the angel of the empire, the warrior of the emperor, angry, roaring, the master chief who rushed out of the crowd in an instant almost reached the speed of a heavy vehicle, he leaned forward with his shoulder armor, and used his entire right arm to resist the light of those deflagration beams, so as not to be hit.

This effect is very good, the deflagration beam does not have the principle of higher power of power weapons at close range, so thick muscles, black carapace and ceramic steel can resist such crazy force.

Just dozens of projectiles almost evaporated the Master Chief's arm, Astarte's thick arm was turned into char by the terrible heat, and the Master Chief endured the severe pain, swung the falcon sword in his right hand, and the flesh flew sideways, killing one person.

But they didn't shoot in a row, but a standard skirmisher, the master chief gasped, jumped his backpack and sprayed flames, and natural disasters struck, dragging his hopeless body again and again to harvest the lives of those mortal sins.

Death, death, blood, blood, he let the red-dyed eagle, whether it be an enemy, a prey, or his own blood, live to die, to live for it.

He became the bright red who jumped on the battlefield, killing the war brothers one by one, tearing through the previously unsolvable mud and sand, blowing up the enemy's truck as cover with a hot melt bomb, tearing apart the heretics attacking from afar with a powered sword, and being so powerful that it was as if the wounds on his body were gone.

He alone tore open the mouth for the whole war, the war brothers could breathe, those rune warriors lost their fire cover and were eaten away little by little, the light of victory had been sprinkled, the dark clouds and torrential rain in the sky were about to disperse, the mortal troops looked at the bright red warriors soaring in the sky again and again in amazement from the rear, and the heretics couldn't help but fear the almost impossible vitality of the emperor angel.

What can be borrowed will need to be paid off, and if this is a game, then the miracle that provides him with a source of energy may be dice, it may be a gift, it may be something else, but it will eventually stop, and by the time the body gradually regains and consciousness begins to leave the body, he has liquidated more than a hundred heretics on the battlefield.

The warning runes on the monitor were constant, blood loss, joint damage, and body burns, each of which was deadly enough to make mortals die several times, but he dragged such a body to tear the battle for all his brothers.

Now his jumping backpack had lost energy due to overload, the fuel had been emptied, his armor was stained with blood, his own blood was more than that of the enemy, his helmet had cracked, revealing the cheeks that had fought for the empire for a hundred years, the raindrops were falling down his brow, the cold touch kept him clear for the last of his time, and he fell to one knee, his power sword inserted into the dirt, like a believer worshipping the emperor.

He was surrounded by corpses, like an eagle carving out a territory for himself with its prey, and a full kilometer of the battlefield was emptied by him, and absolutely no one dared to step into it.

At this moment, it can be said that there are tens of thousands of heretical mortal soldiers by his side, but no one dares to shoot, because they know that it will not be this evil beast that will die, but themselves who have their heads torn open by explosive bullets, and now they only dare to watch, watching this terrible warrior die of blood loss.

Master Chief didn't see the original body return in the end, and the only and greatest expectation of his life now seems to be disappointed, for the sake of the Empire's hundreds of years of life, does he regret it? He couldn't say it himself, it was complicated, so complicated that it involved all of his long life, but now he couldn't remember his birth clearly, but he still remembered the life inside the warband.

He is a warrior and will not change no matter what, so he is not afraid of death and enjoys the moment, but in the communicator, the Imperial Guard, the Destruction Eagle, countless warriors praise and thank him endlessly, making him feel that in the last moments of his life, it is a little, too lively...

Gradually, his eyelids became heavier, and he could only put his will in the communicator, and the battle report became better and better, but he didn't have the strength to save him who had entered the enemy camp in depth, unless the emperor sent a force suddenly, otherwise...

Multiply... The sound of the radio was irritating, and a strange and familiar male voice appeared. "This is Captain Tesk, the current highest-ranking commander of the 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment of Loand! For the sake of the emperor, we are approaching! ”

On the battlefield, the engines roared, the Riemanus, the Chimera, dozens of behemoths tore through the enemy's already confused defenses due to the attack of the Space Marines, and the heretic infantry had no ability to resist due to the lack of anti-armor weapons.

Hundreds of the Empire's most loyal men and women charged tens of thousands of people in mortal bodies, the last soldiers of the forty-fourth Heavy Infantry Regiment that survived in name only, and those who survived many wars by luck or many other things.

They are not necessarily strong, not necessarily powerful, but absolutely loyal, in dozens of Levalus main battle tanks tore through the battlefield defenses, the main artillery fire for the enemy infantry without trenches, the fortress was simply a one-sided harvest, relying on cover, they barely dealt with the enemy more than ten times the number of them, several Chimera armored vehicles came to his side.

At this moment, the back door of the armored car was opened under artillery fire and fire, and the master chief saw for the first time that Mr. Captain Tesk, tall and thin, malnourished, and the image of the savior was completely different, and the other soldiers were probably the same, definitely not elite soldiers, but in such a desperate situation, they tore apart a line of defense.

Master Chief said extremely weakly. "Thank you, Captain..."

Captain Tesk was just following a few mortal soldiers who were still strong enough to barely lift up the behemoth with all their strength, and the Master Chief limped towards the personnel carrier, and this breakthrough caused the Loander 44th Heavy Infantry Regiment to lose almost fifty percent of its remaining soldiers!

But the captain's answer was only. "Lead us to victory, then we'll be even."

Master Chief replied. "The sturdiness of the Loande warriors exceeded expectations... May the Emperor bless us. ”

It's just that now there is a special guest in this rickety Chimera transport, and the sheer weight of the Space Marine makes this mech even slower, and in order to cover the evacuation of the chief nurse, the few Levánus tanks need to form a cover defense with steel, and after the enemy reacts to the situation from the sudden attack as quickly as possible, the battle situation becomes anxious again.

Captain said. "Now that the enemy has lost more than half of them, and the Space Marines have also defeated most of the rune warriors, we just need to integrate our forces to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop and recapture Starport and the Doge's Tower..."

"According to the report of the 154th Infantry Regiment of Loand, your battle was very effective, and I thank you again for putting the lives of your soldiers first!"

Master Chief watched as the soldier applied the precious hemostatic gel to his joints, and through the already shattered armor, the cold jelly stuck to his skin, only for the first time in hundreds of years that the power armor's life-sustaining system and makeshift medical array had failed.

"Those heretical rune skills are perfect, and I have no doubt that there are more wizards and that kind of madman," he replied.

The captain nodded. "But we'll defeat them!"

Master Chief was also glad about this, as long as the Star Array worked properly, the world would be at peace again under Skady's protection, and his efforts would not lose their effect.

But soon, a huge energy reaction suddenly appeared in his eye indicator, and he looked at the area where his ability came from in surprise, which was strange that he could feel, and something flashed through his mind in an instant.

"There's a powerful psionic reaction, what's coming, what are those heretics doing?"

The captain looked out of the Chimera's armoured car's scout hole, and then shouted in a heel. "It's... A terrible storm, oh my God, a storm with lightning hail?! This is not the natural environment of this world! ”

A sudden psionic storm tore through the air, and the cessation of the torrential rain suddenly stirred up, rolling up rubble, corpses and wreckage in the ferocious storm and throwing them towards the Imperial Guard's battle line.

This unexpected turn of events overturned the entire Chimera armored vehicle, and it turned in a circle, and the wound of the Master Chief began to spill blood again, and the rain fell like a roar.

At this moment, the Master Chief knew why that traitor commanding lord was so fearless, because there was not only one alpha-level psyker!

(End of chapter)