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Fear!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tangle of countless emotions surged into Alvin’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless cultists on the perimeter had surrounded this place completely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could clearly see on the biological map that red dots filled the surroundings—undoubtedly, these were the life-heat signatures of the cultists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were already trapped; barring an miracle… no one would leave this place alive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“L-Link, let’s fight them to the death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 185th Regiment’s 3rd Company’s remaining 47 men gripped their weapons tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid heavy, low breaths, they had long prepared to offer their lives for the Empire and the Divine Emperor at any moment; their eyes revealed a fearless, resolute determination—none flinched, none feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, surprisingly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the cultists, acting like madmen, after surrounding Alvin and his men, made no attempt to swarm them—instead, they deliberately left a large open space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the demonic battle-axe granted by the Blood God, the “Chosen One” stepped boldly into that space; his aggressively crimson gaze burned with near-flaming battle-lust, and in a voice blending two tones—raspy and shrill—he issued a challenge: “Alvin… I, in the name of the ‘Blood God,’ challenge you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder… they’d deliberately cleared a space!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s lips twitched—he realized Khorne truly “liked” him, even going so far as to have a blessed “Chosen One” draw a circle just to duel him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch, kid… you’ve been hiding a lot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Commissar Gray gave him a meaningful look and said slowly: “Only the most valuable, recognized enemies earn Khorne’s ‘equality.’ A duel witnessed by the Blood God… I’ve seen it only a handful of times on Cadia. What exactly did you do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Killed some of His followers, called a few cowards names…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin winced, gritting his teeth: “Should’ve known He held grudges—I shouldn’t have opened my mouth, damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever they were—five… damn it, four Chaos Gods—had hearts smaller than needlepoints. Was it really worth holding a grudge this long, sending a “Chosen One” just to settle it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin swore he’d never insult anyone again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like… we can’t escape.” He gazed at the surrounding cultists, their eyes blazing red—refusal meant being torn apart by the mob!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duel or mob? Not hard to choose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To hell with Chaos, Link! Don’t waste words with these scum—it’s just death, right? We’re not afraid—let’s fight!” Ditz, the younger man, had a fiery temper but deeply respected his Link.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because only Alvin treated them like human beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the 47 men of the 3rd Company echoed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, Link! Why play duels with Chaos scum?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! We’re not afraid—we’ve lived enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right! I’ll die anyway—might as well take a few of these damn Chaos scum and heretics down with me! Screw the duel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all knew: with that “monster’s” destructive power, even if their Link accepted the duel, his fate would likely be the same as the outer defenses—reduced to pulp, smeared on the ground, impossible to scrape off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why accept the duel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either way, they’d die—better to take a few of these filthy Chaos scum down before the end, at least giving the Empire one final contribution!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… after a moment of silence, Alvin gazed at the “Chosen One” waiting in the arena, and spoke slowly: “If I win… can we leave?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khorne Chosen One sneered, his dual-toned voice dripping with mockery of Alvin’s arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin ignored everything and moved to accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the odds were slim, at least if he won, he might get a chance to lead these remaining forces out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 47 men of the 3rd Company… each one was his blood and soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Alvin resolved to fight to the death against the Khorne Chosen One, Emerych, Commissar Gray stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid… dueling isn’t your place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gray stripped off his uniform jacket, revealing a lean, muscular frame covered in dense, crisscrossing scars—even several on vital organs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, a battle-hardened veteran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ferocious killing intent and unwavering will were no less than those of the Blood God’s blessed “Chosen One.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Gray turned and entered the command tent. When he reemerged, he carried a heavy, ancient blade with a crossguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hilt of the blade bore a special mechanical device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade was straight, nearly a meter long; its forging style resembled a curved blade, but its thick spine added weight and devastating cleaving power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what truly stunned Alvin was this: the weapon Gray wielded—unless he was mistaken—was a Mark III Power Sword, specially awarded by the Department of Military Affairs to outstanding Astra Militarum soldiers and even Inquisitors!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power Swords were symbols of status and honor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The controller on the hilt enveloped the blade in a highly destructive disintegration field, capable of slicing through flesh, bone, even Astartes power armor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Chosen One’s armor would be no match!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typically, only Astartes, top nobles, Inquisitors, and Imperial Guard were permitted to wield them—but some Astra Militarum soldiers, for feats beyond human limits, were specially honored by the Department of Military Affairs with Power Swords as symbols of glory!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Commissar Gray was one such man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before you taste the main course… want to spar with me first?” Gray swung the heavy Power Sword with one hand, slinging it over his shoulder as he stepped into the arena, facing the terrifying Chosen One with a grin: “I’m Gault Gray, 109th Cadia Shock Troops—do I qualify?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you… Gault Gray.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Khorne Chosen One studied Gray carefully, then actually agreed; blood-red light flashed through his helmet’s slits as he clenched his fists, growling with excitement: “You… are worthy to fight me. The Blood God hungers to wash the shame of Cadia with your blood and skull!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Commissar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s pupils shrank—he never expected Gray to take his place in the duel against the Khorne Chosen One?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid… if I die, make sure you lead them out.” Gray clapped his shoulder, voice low, sorrow pooling in his eyes: “Since Cadia fell, I’ve been dead. Countless nights, I’ve dreamed of that bloody battlefield, cursing why I lived when others died… Now, I finally have a chance to be truly free.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Commissar…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin’s lips trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, we haven’t known each other long, but I like you.” Gray’s face glowed with a radiant smile—as if he were joyfully walking into a certain death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, open your eyes and watch closely—this is what a Warrior of the Emperor looks like! This is what the Cadia Shock Troops are!” Gray strode into the arena, Power Sword raised, his battle-lust surging skyward: “Let me teach you what… combat truly means!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1106,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","59c532d7e7ee8e2450f041b3f4d710b6b7e965a8fa7876e496bedcbd6d8ea2c8","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-121","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-119",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]