Chapter 112

Alvin suffered unbearably.

Prison E, Prison E, if you don’t manifest soon, you’ll lose a loyal subject! That neighbor K has no shame—he can’t handle losing, so he threw a “bomb”!

This is insane!

Who the hell plays Dou Dizhu and throws a bomb right at the start?

He was barely a “pair of threes,” yet that bastard K couldn’t take it and just threw out a “Royal Bomb”—is that fair?!

You, Divine Chosen, don’t bother the Astartes, don’t bother the Imperial Guard, don’t bother the E-Chosen—no, you fixate on me, this low-nest scavenger? Are you brain-dead?

Was it really worth it—just because I muttered a few insults calling you a “coward” when I mocked your blessed followers? Do you have to chase me like a rabid dog?!

“Fuck! Next time I get the chance… huff, huff!” Alvin, face twisted with resentment, gasped for breath as the “rabid dog” behind him chased him relentlessly, silently cursing: “I’m gonna give the Prison… damn it, the Emperor a damn loudspeaker!”

Isn’t this pure bullying?

“Political Commissar! Political Commissar!”

Alvin sprinted desperately and spotted the bewildered Commissar Gray from afar—he shouted at the top of his lungs: “Quick, save me! I’m Alvin, the company commander you personally promoted! For the sake of the Empire, lend me a hand!”

“By the God-Emperor, am I seeing things?!”

Gray rubbed his eyes hard, afraid he’d misseen—but when he clearly saw the “creature” chasing Alvin, his mouth gaped open like he’d swallowed a watermelon, his pupils shrinking.

That thing… he recognized it.

And why did he recognize it? That’s because back when he was still an assault trooper at the Cadia Fortress, he’d seen that thing every single day—after that massive tear was ripped open, how could he not remember it?!

If this were Cadia, Gray wouldn’t be surprised.

But how the hell did this monstrosity appear in Loser—a backwater star system next to the Great Rift?!

The next second.

The political commissar commanding the Planetary Defense Forces turned without hesitation and, with a voice nearly hoarse with despair, roared: “Artillery battery, two hundred meters ahead—massive saturation fire!!!”

Thanks to the commissar’s booming voice, Alvin, two hundred meters away, heard it crystal clear—and froze in utter shock.

Buddy, are you sure you heard right?

I told you to pull me out, not shove me into the fire!

“Commissar, but—”

The soldier beside him seemed confused—after all, two hundred meters ahead was their own garrisoned personnel; saturation fire might cause friendly casualties.

“Get the hell out of my way—fire now!!!”

Gray kicked the soldier over, glaring furiously at the comms operator and bellowing: “Did you hear me?! Saturation fire—do not stop until I order it! Do not stop! Do not stop!”

He repeated the order three times.

On the battlefield, this meant extreme danger—no matter how absurd the order seemed, it had to be carried out without question!

Shhh!

Shhh!

Shhh-shhh-shhh…

After a moment of silence, the entire hive’s dome echoed with piercing shrieks—Alvin looked up and saw countless shells trailing blazing tails.

Like the furious flames of the Emperor himself!

Scattered across the heavens, they fell like a torrential downpour toward their position!

To witness saturation fire from this angle—perhaps never seen before, and certainly never again by a “friendly” soldier.

For a moment, Alvin had a thousand curses trapped in his throat.

If not for that rabid dog—K’s Divine Chosen—still screaming “coward!” behind him, he’d have put a bullet straight through the commissar’s forehead!

But what else could he do? Wait to die?

Alvin thought fast and urgently called the Navigator—just before the artillery barrage hit, he crossed into the xenos world.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!!!

Under Commissar Gray’s forced, no-holds-barred saturation fire, a rain of shells rained down continuously on that zone!

A terrifying explosion erupted above the ruins, sending up a mushroom cloud dozens of meters wide.

The rolling shockwave, as solid as flesh, hurled rubble and debris tens of zhang into the air—within the curtain of smoke, the air temperature ignited by artillery reached an astonishing tens of thousands of degrees!

A thousand cannons roared—destroying heaven and earth!

The entire battlefield trembled; countless clouds of dust obscured the saturation zone, completely hiding any figures.

“Com… Commissar?”

The comms operator seemed stunned.

After all, previous artillery support had been scattered across the battlefield—it was rare to see hundreds or even thousands of shells land in one spot!

This scene… was too shocking!

“The artillery team asks… should we continue?” The comms operator swallowed hard, feeling pity for the man just annihilated—how many people ever faced this kind of treatment?

“Did I say to stop?”

Gray glared at the comms operator, then turned to worryingly watch the battlefield—if only he had a meltagun… he wouldn’t be so helpless.

Thinking of it made him furious—those damn upper-hive nobles, a bunch of cowardly wastes—did they really think hiding would save them?

Once the cult fully seizes the hive, no one escapes!

But cursing aside, the artillery bombardment, though sacrificing one commander, Gray deemed it worth it—if it eliminated the “Chosen One,” it’d be even better!

Shhh-shhh-shhh…

Another round of artillery saturation!

Once again, the earth shook—the searing blast wave swept through smoke, ruins, and debris, hurling them like shells in all directions!

Many unlucky souls had their heads crushed by flying shrapnel.

So the question arises—can Planetary Defense Forces artillery, through sheer volume, kill a Divine Chosen blessed by K?

Logically, it’s not impossible.

But… it’s practically zero.

Amid the thick smoke, a crimson gale surged—visible, violent shockwaves cleaved through the dust, revealing armor covered in twisted flesh and jagged spikes, saturated with blasphemous Chaos sorcery!

The truth proved it—Planetary Defense Forces artillery could not kill a Divine Chosen blessed by Khorne!

His body was wrapped in thick crimson light—clearly, psychic energy from the Warp shielding him from artillery blasts!

“Coward!!!”

Seeing Alvin completely vanished, the Khorne Divine Chosen roared in fury, pouring all his rage into his crimson great axe.

Instantly, thick crimson light surged like a flood!

It was Khorne’s gift—a “demonic weapon”!

Forged in the depths of the Warp from countless bloods and innocent souls, a single swing unleashed earth-shattering destruction—the raw psychic force split the ground, and its shockwave obliterated the entire frontline!

Yet, just as he prepared to advance and crush this line, leading his followers to storm the mid-hive, the Divine Chosen suddenly halted—staring at the surroundings for a long while, then glared fiercely around.

After confirming Alvin was gone, he dragged his horrifying demonic axe and slowly turned away.

And the fanatical cultists, inexplicably, simultaneously halted their assault, retreating like a tide back into the lower hive.

“Is it over?”

Gray was bewildered—he didn’t understand why the cult had suddenly withdrawn, or why the demonic Chosen had abandoned his direct assault—everything felt shrouded in mystery.

At that moment…

He suddenly noticed—the kid who’d just been hit by the heavy artillery was miraculously still alive!

Wait… are you also a “Chosen One”?