From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Buzz——sizzle——!!

Along with the painful pleas for mercy, the roar of the chainsaw sword cut through the air, followed by a horrifying tearing sound, a symphony of metal and flesh being violently shattered.

The high-speed rotating chain ruthlessly split the armor and body of the last Emperor's son. Corrupted and smelly blood splattered and dyed the ruined ground red.

The dust is gradually settling.

There was no longer any trace of hostility in the huge space. The once arrogant and domineering sons of the emperor had now turned into broken corpses, falling at the feet of the sergeant.

He alone succeeded in killing these depraved bastards.

"Huhu."

At this moment, the sergeant's body was covered with traces of battle, and his armor was covered with scratches and splattered blood.

He seemed to be extremely tired after the effect of adrenaline wore off, and was gasping for breath.

The feeling of exhaustion that almost exhausted all his vitality quickly surged into his heart, causing the tip of the chainsword in his hand to drop.

When——!

A dull sound was heard, and the tip of the sword touched the ground, as if bearing all his weight.

He gripped the hilt tightly with his right hand, using the chainsaw sword as a support to barely maintain his "shaky" body.

The faint golden light, the symbol of power that came from nowhere during the battle, was now fading rapidly from his eyes, like the beach revealed after the tide receded, calm but full of traces of cruelty.

The sergeant lowered his eyes, staring at the bodies of the fallen who had lost their lives at his feet.

After a while, he closed his eyes and uttered an inaudible word:

"The Emperor's blessing."

Although the voice was very soft, this sentence contained complex emotions, both gratitude and heaviness.

He had vaguely realized that the sudden burst of power in the previous battle did not come from himself.

The "gaze of the false emperor" mentioned by the Emperor's sons before their death seemed to reveal a glimmer of truth. Perhaps, it was the Emperor in the main universe who gave him the power that transcends the "mortal body".

The sergeant slowly stood up. Although his body was exhausted, his back remained straight and firm.

He took a deep breath, put away his chainsword, and with heavy steps, turned and walked towards the utility room.

The sergeant knew that there was a group of children waiting for him to protect.

The fatigue and pain at this moment are not as important as the safety of those children.

Not long after, the sergeant walked to the roller door of the utility room and raised his hand to touch the door opening button.

With a slight sound of mechanical operation, the rolling door slowly rose.

Suddenly, accompanied by a few hoarse but sonorous roars, several young men suddenly rushed out from behind the door:

"Go to hell! Bastard!"

"For the Emperor! For humanity!"

"Run! Seize the opportunity and run!"

Several tall and strong children, waving their still tender fists and closing their eyes, "charged" towards the direction of the non-commissioned officer.

Their steps were chaotic, but filled with a moving stubbornness and determination.

The punch was not steady, and could even be said to be disorganized, but the unstoppable momentum ignited the air like a raging fire.

It seemed that they had already determined that the sergeant would not be able to survive, and might even be torn into pieces by the Chaos Astartes, leaving no complete body.

So as the strongest and tallest in the group, they chose to shoulder the responsibility and use their short lives to fight for a glimmer of hope for the rest of their companions.

Even though they knew in their hearts that they had no chance of winning against those powerful and corrupt enemies, they still did not retreat, as if they would rather burn their lives than stand idly by.

When the sergeant saw the group of children rushing out, the tiredness that had just faded away was quickly replaced by a complex emotion.

He looked at those young but determined faces and his heart trembled slightly. After all, these junior high school students were carrying determination and courage far beyond their capacity with their flesh and blood.

However, he knew that this was not the time to feel sentimental.

"Stop, it's me."

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With the low reminder, like a muffled thunder exploding in the utility room, the children's "charge" suddenly froze.

Several faces filled with fear and tragedy slowly opened their eyes and looked carefully at the scene in front of them.

The person standing before them was not some corrupted Astartes, but a blood-soaked, heavily breathing NCO.

In an instant, the previous oppressive and tragic atmosphere turned into a complex mixture of emotions such as astonishment and joy.

The children stood there in a daze, as if they could not believe what they were seeing.

The sergeant smiled slightly, slowed down his tone, and continued in a deep voice:

"Very good, I see your courage, but your plan is too crude. Now everyone return to the house. This is an order."

Hearing this, the children immediately came to their senses, supporting each other and retreating back to the utility room, with mixed expressions of respect and fear on their faces.

But the sergeant reached out and pressed the button, lowering the shutter door again, as if he had no intention of stepping into the utility room at all.

Part of his mission has been accomplished.

That is to let these children know that he is still alive.

The non-commissioned officers should use their actions to tell them that even in desperate situations, they should never give up hope.

And his next choice was to fight even more lonely and fearlessly.

As the rolling door slowly lowered with a dull mechanical sound, the non-commissioned officer's gaze remained on those young faces that were full of fear and hope.

He didn't say goodbye, but conveyed his will with a firm look.

And when the rolling door finally closed, separating the inside and the outside, he turned around and took a heavy but unhesitating step.

He was ready to travel alone in this Chaos-infested mall, paying with his own blood and life to attract the attention of those Chaos creatures and corrupted Emperor's children who loved to ravage and torture.

The sergeant knew that his situation was extremely dangerous, but he also understood that this was the only way to significantly increase the children's chances of survival.

He wanted to delay time until the main force of the Empire's legion arrived and recaptured the fallen area.

Although the golden light that once burned with the Emperor's will had long since disappeared from the sergeant's eyes, the Emperor's power still protected him.

The injuries in the body have completely healed, and the intense pain has been replaced by endless strength.

Gripping the chainsaw sword tightly in his hand, the sergeant lowered his head slightly and murmured in a low voice:

"Please bless me, Emperor. Let me save as many bastards as possible and let me hold on till the end."

Then he raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a knife, turned and walked into the depths of darkness.

What awaits him there is endless killing and sacrifice.

The sergeant's figure gradually disappeared in the dilapidated corridor, but his determination was like an indelible light, burning tenaciously in the dead silence.

Meanwhile, in the central square of New Argo, the defensive position of the 2nd Assault Platoon was in the center of the fiercest fighting;

Clang—clang—clang! !

Ri~——咻——! !

Boom. Boom——!!!

The roar of guns and the roar of explosions intertwined like a never-ending symphony of steel.

In this chaotic battlefield, every second is torn apart by tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of ammunition and energy beams.

Looking down from above, the remaining half of the 2nd Assault Platoon had turned every building and every street at the rear end of the Central Square into a simple yet solid line of defense.

The bunkers were connected into a huge circular defense network, engaging in a fierce battle for every inch of land with the Emperor's Children.

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At the forefront of the front line, two Knight Mechas over 20 meters tall and an even larger Titan Mecha stood tall.

These "iron giants" are like the embodiment of war. Every time they open fire, there is a whistling sound of energy beams tearing through the air and a roar of explosions.

They provided powerful firepower output for the 2nd Assault Platoon, attracting the attention of the Emperor's Children.

The light armored vehicles behind them were also not idle, and there were more than four thousand Hunters and Terminators densely deployed, cooperating with the Sons of Man, auxiliary troops and other "infantry" units to suppress fire.

On the other side, the Emperor's Children also have a large number of "armored" units.

But to be more precise, the "armored" units of the Emperor's Children are more like giant beasts composed of half biological and half mechanical components.

Their attack was as fierce as a tide.

Thousands of giant beasts were rampaging, their hideous shells covered with lines of corruption, as if they were the product of distorted reality.

These deformed war machines spewed blazing psychic flames and "charming" poisonous mist, and brandished sharp mechanical arms and alien-like spikes, trying to tear open the defense line of the 2nd Assault Platoon.

Flames and beams of light intertwined into a web in the air, exploding fireballs rose up frequently, and burning building debris flew everywhere.

Every minute and every second, the battlefield was filled with death and struggle, but the defense of the 2nd Assault Platoon was as solid as a rock, just like their brother legion, the Imperial Fists.

They used flesh and blood and steel to fight against the enemy's frenzied offensive, trying to buy more time and space for the civilians in the rear to evacuate.

A large number of transport boats and transport planes are rushing to the position of the 2nd Assault Platoon, preparing to quickly transport the gathered civilians to the safer rear area.

The roar of engines rose and fell, and huge transport vehicles hovered above the battlefield. Their arrival added a glimmer of hope to this chaotic battlefield.

However, the sky was not calm.

A large number of chaotic creatures with strange shapes and pink skin are also hovering in the sky. Their chilling distorted forms reveal the weird nature of chaos.

These creatures occasionally unleash powerful psychic blasts in an attempt to destroy ground defenses and disrupt evacuation operations.

The psychic impact surged towards the position of the 2nd Assault Platoon like a tide, sweeping away everything.

The vast majority of the SWAT team members volunteered to stay and assist the 2nd Assault Platoon in protecting the evacuated civilians.

But when they were attacked by the psychic energy of these chaotic creatures, they were almost defenseless and were almost instantly "stunned" in place, with their eyes becoming empty and lifeless.

Then, their behavior became extremely bizarre.

Someone began to murmur incoherently, speaking nonsense, as if they were talking to a non-existent "guy";

Some people went crazy without any warning, roaring loudly and firing at their comrades beside them. The chaotic gunfire made the entire defense line full of danger in an instant.

In contrast, auxiliary troops and ODSTs who have undergone a certain degree of physical strengthening can more effectively resist this type of psychic impact.

Although they will be in a brief state of stagnation after being attacked, they will quickly recover and continue to perform their tasks.

These elite soldiers used their iron will to support their spirits. Even though the pain brought by the psychic impact still echoed in their minds, they still gritted their teeth and persisted to prevent the enemy's encroachment from further expanding.

Even if some auxiliary troops and ODSTs have the tendency to attack friendly forces, they will be killed by friendly forces the moment they open fire on them.

After all, at this stage of the war, all soldiers must retain enough combat power for the overall situation.

Although those crazy guys were comrades who lived and trained together in the past, they had to be killed with pain for the sake of the overall situation.

As for the elites?

This brave and warlike race is a natural fighter, and their reaction to psychic attacks is even more unique.

They are not completely immune to the psychic shocks with bewitching and corrupting properties, but they are able to adjust to their status quickly.

The invasion of psychic energy also triggered a brief rage in them, and this rage even became a catalyst for their fighting power.

The elites roared "Ah! Ah!" and then launched a counterattack with more intensive firepower.

The plasma weapons in their hands emitted blazing balls of light, and together with the armored units, they accurately struck the Chaos creatures floating in the air and the Emperor's Children in front of them.

Some elites even became furious when they saw in their minds how Chaos had vilified the image of "our Lord," the Emperor Sui Yang. They immediately rushed out of their positions, brandishing their double energy swords, ready to engage in close combat with the Emperor's Son.

This scene immediately made the emperor's sons feel "incomprehensible".

However, even if the elites are blessed with "anger", they still cannot shake the progress of the Emperor's Children.

After all, the individual combat power of Chaos Astartes is still much stronger than that of the elites.

The most important thing is that there are less than a hundred human sons left in the 2nd assault platoon fighting at this point.

On the other hand, the Emperor's Children seemed to have hundreds, thousands, or even more Chaos Astartes.

What's more, the "big demon" that looks like their original body has already arrived at the central square.

The knights, Titan mechas, and numerous armored units immediately fired a volley of artillery fire at it.

Buzz—boom—boom—!!

However, all attacks were blocked and offset by a massive psychic barrier.

"Haha! Surrender, and we will grant you the bliss you have never felt before!"

"Follow us, go beyond the boundaries of mortals, and touch true pleasure!"

"Come, fall with us! This is your true destiny!"

Seeing that the "Big Demon" successfully blocked the simultaneous fire attack of the 2nd Assault Platoon, the Emperor's Children and heretics became extremely fanatical and clamored.

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But the eyes of the "big devil" fell on Ruilano, who was at the front of the second assault row and equipped with the Indomitable Terminator armor.