Chapter 404: with translation of chapter title

Goo~goo-goo…

Unknown creatures wailed all around.

Buzz~buzz.

Besides, tiny and annoying mosquitoes swarmed in the rainforest.

Heh!

A Helusi not wearing a helmet, with prominent cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and fangs protruding from his mouth, looked around the oppressive, humid rainforest, then turned his gaze to the distant Alphas dutifully supervising, and couldn't help but complain to his brothers:

Guys, I heard those spies don't like taking off their helmets because they all look the same, even their fathers look the same.

Shh… brother. Another Helusi with horn-like bone protrusions on both sides of his helmet hurriedly said: "Keep it down, don't let those guys hear. Although they're quite eccentric loners, at least they helped us escape the pursuit of impostors; otherwise, how could we have the chance to complain here?"

Exactly." Another brother who hadn't undergone much mutation nodded in agreement.

Actually, upon closer look, this Helusi whose speech and behavior are still fairly normal has chaos markings on his armor and twisted mutations on his body that aren't overly radical or perverse.

It's obvious they don't care much about the OriginalBody or the so-called evil god; otherwise they wouldn't have fled without hesitation upon hearing that Edilos was about to fall.

Alright, I got it! Everyone, keep watch properly first!

The helmetless Helusi at the very beginning, seeming to have nowhere to vent his anger, impatiently waved his hand, then strode straight into the rainforest and quickly disappeared from sight.

Seeing this, the remaining Helusi all looked at each other and shrugged.

To be honest, they can understand why that brother is in a bad mood, after all the war between the New Human Empire and main-universe humans has been a series of defeats, and the gradual spread of the "Human Truth" has further made this group of Helusi doubt whether following their OriginalBody and secretly corrupting the warlord Helusi to overthrow the Emperor's rule was right or wrong.

And judging by the current outcome, their choice was absolutely wrong.

The most regrettable and helpless thing is, even knowing it was a wrong choice, what can be done about it?

Their ultimate fate seems to be either constant fleeing or facing death openly; thus, all the Helusi can understand that brother's displeasure.

Not long after, under the Alphas' strict supervision, the human scum began orderly construction of barracks, repair platforms, and temporary landing pads.

As for the Helusi who outnumber the Alphas, they are in groups of two or three, or four per team, scattered across this open area and the nearby rainforest, to ensure the surroundings are truly safe.

Although this is a barren star system with few useful resources, planets like the first planet that are suitable for humans and xenos to inhabit are designated to have mutants or some unknown xenos, so we cannot let our guard down.

Soon, time passed from morning to noon, and the red dwarf's light shone across the entire sun-facing side.

In the rainforest…

"Pap! Pap!" echoed with scattered bolt shots.

Looking closer, indeed a squad of Helusi was sweeping against a group of beasts resembling Special Tyrannosaurs but whose mouths could split skulls in half.

Though they look fearsome, against. 75-caliber explosive bolts these xenos beasts only end up with their bodies exploding and blood spraying; the only notable thing is that their blood also has some corrosive ability, which…

The effect is still not as good as a Helusi's spit.

However, the earlier helmetless Helusi's expression didn't improve after dealing with that batch of non-threatening xenos beasts; instead, he showed an even more gloomy look.

And when the Helusi with a pair of horns on his helmet passed by, the helmetless one couldn't help but lament: "Brother, I don't know why, but I always miss the Emperor… the false Emperor led us on the great crusade, passing judgment on any xenos rabble that dared to rebel or go against our human will?"

The horned Helusi glanced at him, then after a moment of thoughtful silence, replied: "Brother, who isn't? Back then our goal was only one… now, heh."

Both Helusi were quite melancholy.

If they hadn't encountered the main-universe humans before, these two, as well as the black warbands, Helusi, Devourers, and Death Guard who had abandoned their OriginalBody and legion to flee here, would all inevitably start wondering what the original rebellion was for.

Is faith only able to hide in the evil gods and demons of another dimension?

Or to gain greater strength?

Or to obtain the status and power they deserve?

All of the above.

But look at their main-universe counterpart: they clearly possess the OriginalBody, they possess Astate, and they firmly proclaim the atheistic "Human Truth".

It's as if they chose rebellion, turned east and west, went around in a circle, and ended up back where they started, changing nothing and accomplishing nothing.

One can't say that Helusi Lupecaar serving as the new Emperor brought no benefits at all; after all, their Astate's status has risen greatly, yet compared to the relationship between the main-universe's Astate and mortals, they only feel failure.

"Boom…boom…"

At that moment, muffled sounds came from the distant horizon.

?

The two Helusi with superhuman hearing immediately looked up, and through the gaps in the dense foliage they saw countless "fireballs" and "meteors" falling toward the ground.

Those "fireballs" and "meteors" were supposed to be the debris and wreckage of warships deployed within the first planet's gravitational sphere or in near-planet orbit.

They were their warships!

Moreover, an intact moon-class cruiser about five kilometers long, wrapped in flames due to rapid atmospheric breach, turned into a giant fireball that streaked overhead and finally crashed into the southern deep sea.

Then…

"Boom———rumble———!"

"Whoosh———!"

Deafening explosion sounds accompanied by a violent shockwave swept over.

A fierce wind suddenly arose.

Trees and gravel were blown everywhere…

Could the main-universe expeditionary force have tracked us here?!!!!

Seeing the situation, the two Helusi first thought: could Angelong and Shengjilesi, who have been besieging them, have already arrived in this star system?

Because in this universe, only a few forces could easily destroy their warships, and that's only the main-universe expeditionary force.

But how could the expeditionary force know they were here?

Although they cannot detect the jump dynamics of Rift Space, the expeditionary force should also be unable to detect interdimensional travel.

"Withdraw quickly!"

"Okay!"

These two also couldn't be bothered to think why; instead, they immediately came up with a plan: keep running!

Otherwise, what do we do?

Facing two fully organized legions, it's either die or run—there's basically no other choice.

But they had just made their decision, clutching their bolt guns and linking up with a few traitor brothers, then swiftly leaving the rainforest to reach the open area where the transport craft and aircraft were parked, only to find that the Word Bearer brothers and thousands of mortal scum were either corpses or torn apart into flesh and debris.

What the hell is going on?!

The Word Bearers were completely dumbfounded.

Before they could react, twenty Alphas serving as overseers had, at some point, already surrounded them.

"Hey!" Sensing something wrong, the helmetless Word Bearer immediately raised his bolt gun and demanded: "What are you…"

But a "crack!" shot, and the "pfft" of his skull bursting, physically cut off the Word Bearer's question…

Because his head was gone, his mouth naturally disappeared too.

One Alpha raised his bolt gun faster than the Word Bearer, delivering a headshot in one smooth, uninterrupted motion, without hesitation.

"Crack crack crack!!"

Next, bolt gun fire erupted.

Within just a few seconds, all the Word Bearers were wiped out by the Alphas, who held the terrain and numerical advantage.

In fact, as the warships Fireteam and Meteor took off, the twenty Alphas tore apart and hacked the mortal scum with thunderous force, then used the noise of the light cruiser's explosion to mask their gunfire, jointly eliminating the scattered Word Bearers around them.

After the aftermath settled, the Word Bearer side had left only the helmetless, horned bunch.

At this point, there was no need to continue sneaking around with small moves, so the twenty Alphas chose to openly reveal themselves.

As for why "they" suddenly turned traitor, the Word Bearers never figured it out before they died.

After confirming the elimination of all threats, the twenty Alphas remained busy, also destroying the chaos-corrupted transport ships and aircraft belonging to the Word Bearers.

Meanwhile, outside the atmosphere, the fierce battle never ceased, and the united fleet of over ten thousand traitor ships descended into absolute chaos.

Because the traitors hadn't even recovered, the Cleansers, Blood Angels Legion, and UNSC fleet's expeditionary force seemed to "follow the scent," all ending their jumps and arriving within the gravity well of the First Planet.

Faced with an expeditionary force nearing thirty thousand ships, the traitor united fleet and the helmetless, horned Word Bearers shared the same idea: flee!

But before they could initiate warp travel, the Alpha Legion's warships, just like those twenty Alphas, suddenly turned traitor, not only attacking their former allies but also unleashing a powerful Spiritual Shock that paralyzed the navigation facilities.

In other words, the united fleet was completely immobilized here by the Alphas' series of "unexplained" actions.

Meanwhile, the main universe expeditionary force couldn't be bothered to investigate why the traitors were fighting among themselves, but Angellon and Shengjilesi would not miss the chance to wipe out all remaining stragglers in one fell swoop.

At this moment.

In the sunward sector of the First Planet's space, there were the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Battlegroups of the Blood Angels Legion, as well as a homeworld visible directly from the surface—

Angel City.

In fact, most of the "Fireteam" and "Meteor" seen by the Word Bearers on the ground came from the Angel City, which fired matrix beams to crush them in overwhelming attacks.

Within a brief moment, after shattering and destroying nearly a thousand traitor warships, the Angel City ceased fire.

Afterward, the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Battlegroups moved forward, preparing to engage the remaining traitors at close range, and then to airdrop ground forces onto the First Planet.

Inside the central control room of Angel City's inner world.

"Sir, if we maintain our current standard strike measures, we estimate we can seize orbital control within seventy-five minutes." A clerical Blood Angel stood beside the control console, reporting to their OriginalBody.

At the far end of the control console stood Shengjilesi, wearing golden armor that raised his height to 4.65 meters, with similarly golden hair and an extremely handsome face.

Apparently, because the Blood Angels' G‑glands contain Shengjilesi's gene, the entire legion possesses "cosmic‑level" handsome looks and a physique proportioned like the golden ratio.

Of course, "cosmic‑level" is judged by the aesthetic standards of humans, Mártel, or Ottino peoples; for instance, the Sangheili and the Ironblood Clan consider humanity to be a…

an extraordinarily ugly species.

At this moment, Shengjilesi, whose eyes were fixed on the real‑time screen monitoring the battle, nodded after hearing the Blood Angel's report and added: "Keep the current firepower for now."

"Yes." The Blood Angel also nodded.

After giving the order, Shengjilesi continued watching the screen‑displayed situation, notably first the traitors' internal conflict, and then all together breaking away from low orbit to head into the First Planet's atmosphere toward the Alpha Legion warships.

After a few seconds of frowning thought, Shengjilesi prepared to turn and leave, but before departing he again ordered all the clerical Blood Angels:

"Cease fire against the Alpha Legion, and don't forget to inform OriginalBody Angellon: I propose capturing the entire Alpha Legion with minimal casualties."

From the encirclement campaign to now's internal strife, Shengjilesi grew more certain that the Alpha Legion had some quirks, allowing him to order the Blood Angels to halt attacks on the Alpha, but lacking authority over Angellon and the Cleansers, he deliberately used the word "proposal".

"Yes, sir!"

But the Blood Angels as a whole paid no heed to the nuances of their OriginalBody's words; they simply needed to follow orders.

After issuing the order, Shengjilesi left the control room and met up with the hundred‑strong guard stationed outside, then proceeded straight to a nearby marble‑built structure resembling an ancient Greek temple.

He entered.

He could see a red sound‑dampening carpet, marble load‑bearing pillars so thick that three Astartes are needed to encircle them, and many ornate glass display cases engraved with gold thread.

The light of the artificial star poured in from above, illuminating the carpet, tiles, and pillars, and causing the glass display cases to reflect blinding light and…

a cold light.

For the items placed inside the display cases are precisely the weapons and gear Shengjilesi has gathered over nearly two centuries of campaigning, or those given to him by his father.

Among the ten brothers, though he is the least talkative and has no particular standout preference, he, like his father, has perfectly inherited the fondness for collecting all kinds of weapons and armor.

The guards waited sensibly outside the treasure hall, while Shengjilesi strode in alone to pick out a weapon or two, apparently intending to meet the Alpha Res and Omega who had fled into the First Planet's atmosphere.

Everyone…

A rather serious problem has arisen: because Ke San has been unable to sleep well, plus the city has been scorching hot these days, leaving me in poor condition, and with everything piling up, I have no manuscript saved—T_T.

But don't worry—I'll spend these two days catching up on the manuscript, and for now I'm shamelessly taking another two days off!

I hope everyone approves!!

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PS: Currently it's roughly equal to My Little Pony, the Boss, and the Warlord still not processed.

The Boss and the Warlord will appear in one story chapter, and the Warhammer line may wrap up in ten to twenty chapters.

(End of Chapter)