Chapter 111: Prison E, Someone Come Save Me!

Return the perspective to the battlefield.

Alvin Valthus, the protagonist Aruman and Tark had been desperately searching for, nearly had his body split clean in two by a man who appeared out of nowhere, clad in a blood-red desecrated armor.

May the Emperor protect us!

May Winnie’s spirit watch over us!

May the Void Shield protect us!

Gazing at the bloodied axe so close he could almost touch it, Alvin could almost smell the thick, cloying stench of blood coiling around its blade!

But what shocked him even more—what filled him with dread—was this:

From within that heavy, spiked armor, twisted with barbs and fused with flesh, blessed by Chaotic sorcery, he heard a voice he recognized all too well!

“Al…vin…Mister…”

The slightly immature voice carried pain, hatred, and distortion—all fused into a torrent of malice, surging relentlessly toward Alvin.

“You’re… Emeric?!”

Alvin jolted in horror, suddenly remembering why the voice sounded so familiar—only “Emeric” ever called him that.

Yet the next instant—

The monster, blessed by Khorne, raised its axe again. In its violent, murderous aura, mingled the mocking laughter from the Brass Throne of the Highest Heaven, as it swung once more!

BOOM!

A crimson streak slashed through the air; countless souls shrieked in agony!

The air screamed as if the entire space were about to be split apart by that single blow; the terrifying shockwave, solid as stone, crushed down on Alvin with a thousandfold gravity!

Seeing the Void Shield—already cracked with dense fissures from the previous strike, on the verge of shattering—he realized at once: the Void Shield wouldn’t hold.

Whether the desecrated armor truly contained “Emeric” was instantly cast from his mind.

Thanks to the superior performance of his bio-armor, Alvin’s pure physical strength had been amplified many times over—by any other world’s standards, he was at least a “little superman.”

Alvin bent low, ducking his head—the axe blade grazed the back of his skull!

A chill, like countless ants gnawing at his neck, surged straight into his central nervous system.

The greater the danger, the calmer one must remain!

Though trapped in crisis, Alvin’s mind remained clear. Seizing the moment the monster was momentarily rigid after its missed strike, he drew his loyal plasma pistol and pressed its muzzle against the monster’s helmet, then pulled the trigger with all his might: “I don’t believe this broken armor can withstand a plasma gun!”

BOOM!!!

A white-hot plasma round detonated at near-zero distance against the desecrated helmet!

Instantly, searing heat and explosion erupted within the narrow ruins of the street; the blinding white plasma fireball was visible even to Commissar Gray, hundreds of meters away!

What does it feel like to be hit point-blank by a plasma gun?

Alvin was fortunate enough to answer that question.

The weapon’s power was immense—even with bio-armor and psychic barriers layered in defense, he briefly lost his hearing.

It was like the Church’s great bell ringing thousands, tens of thousands of times inside his skull, a deafening, buzzing roar!

The blast wave struck his chest like a giant hammer, hurling him backward ten meters, slamming him hard onto the ground, his head pounding, nausea rising.

Only after vomiting up the congealed blood clot did Alvin feel any relief—the ringing in his ears faded, his blurred vision clearing.

But when he looked up and saw the desecrated figure still standing firm as a mountain amid the smoke, his face turned ashen with utter horror: “No way… you’re still standing?!”

That was a plasma gun!

As if to answer him, the loathsome desecrated monster stepped out of the smoke, its helmet half-shattered, its face still obscured: “Al…Alvin! Coward!!!”

But this time, it wasn’t just one voice.

From the muffled sound, besides Emeric’s voice, there was another—another person’s voice!

But there was no time for Alvin to ponder it.

THUD!

The ground trembled violently, cracking in every direction.

Amid the vast, billowing dust like a tidal wave, the cursed thing—clearly blessed by Khorne—charged straight at Alvin at terrifying speed.

BOOM!

The ruins ahead were shattered outright by its charge!

Along its path, whether laser rifles or cluster grenades, none could alter the path of the “Chosen of Khorne”—it was fixated solely on Alvin, ignoring everyone else!

WHOOSH!

A ferocious gale, carrying the blood-red axe, slashed downward!

Life or death—decided in an instant!

In less than a tenth of a second, Alvin chose the single best option from countless possibilities!

Psychic energy... explode!

With all his strength, his psychic power converged into a single point, slamming into the monster’s body with the force of millions of tons—creating a fleeting gap!

Seizing the moment the monster lost balance as the great axe sliced past his side, Alvin rolled sideways like a lazy donkey, escaping the attack range.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

But the moment the axe struck the ground, it obliterated the entire street—and the rubble cover behind it—into dust!

Who knew how much force that single blow carried?

Alvin was shoved back several meters by the surging shockwave, raising his head to stare in shock at the “Chosen of Khorne!”

Oh my god, how do you even fight this thing?

With Khorne’s blessing and Chaotic sorcery, this creature could single-handedly sweep the entire battlefield!

And yet—he was the one it targeted!

In a twisted way, it had relieved at least ninety percent of the pressure on the Planetary Defense Forces—if it had been unleashed on the front lines, it would have breached the entire defense in seconds!

Alvin suffered bitterly, running like a rat with its tail on fire!

No matter whether this thing was a Chosen of Khorne, a Champion of Khorne, or some other Khorne abomination—it was clearly beyond his capacity to withstand!

This thing’s proper opponent should be an Astartes, an Angel of the Emperor—not some scavenger from the hive city’s refuse piles!

“Look at me—coward!”

The monster dragged its massive blood-axe, its body wreathed in thick crimson light, as if countless souls screamed in torment: “In the name of the Blood God, under the witness of the Highest Brass Throne… I shall sever your head and offer it to my Lord!”

“...Why does that sound so familiar?”

Alvin’s lip twitched; a terrifying thought suddenly struck him: “Could it be… this is revenge for when I killed Rashid and kept calling him a coward?”

In an instant, cold sweat poured down his body!

Wait—does Khorne hold grudges?!

The great Chaos God of the Five… the Four Great Gods, the Blood God famed for brutality—does he really care about a single human?

And now he’s even sent a blessed champion? Isn’t that pure bullying by size?

Emperor, save me—!

Someone’s cheating over here! Guard E, for the sake of the Imperium, send me a Chosen to pull me out of this!

Yesterday I asked the editor if there was any chance for a recommendation—unfortunately, no luck. My stats are terrible. Been stuck since the second round. It’s been a real grind.