Chapter 141

"By the way, there's something I forgot to ask you. Looking at the smile on your face after you regained consciousness just now... what did you see?" Take asked.

"If I said I met a 'Living Saint,' would you believe me?"

Alvin asked cautiously.

"Believe it, of course I believe it."

He had expected Take to be very surprised, but to his surprise, Take wore a look of someone long accustomed to such things: "Even if you said you saw the Emperor himself, I'd believe you!"

Given how bizarre this kid is, it wouldn't be strange if the Emperor manifested one day, let alone seeing a Living Saint!

A descendant of a Rogue Trader dynasty, drifting in the Underhive as a scavenger, and then, after learning combat techniques for a few days, he manages to kill a Khorne Chosen—if this experience were written into a book, no one would believe it!

Yet, it actually happened!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Take absolutely would not have believed it.

"Be grateful, kid... if your surname wasn't 'Valerius,' just based on your status as a psyker, hmph hmph," Take stared at him gloomily and said, "When you were unconscious just now, the Astartes over there would have already chopped your head off."

On this point, Alvin could not deny it.

He was indeed blessed by the surname 'Valerius'; otherwise, when the Warp rift opened, the massive hidden risk he posed as an Epsilon-level psyker would have been far greater than that of the others!

But even so, he still drew the wariness of the 'Watchers' Chapter, who were terrified that he might explode and tear open another rift, which would truly be the end of everything.

"Kid, now is not the time for idle chatter." This Astra Militarum veteran tossed him a bolter and said, "If you don't want to die, get up and fight quickly!"

Right now, the number of survivors in the entire hive, including those capable of fighting, was only a few tens of thousands, all huddled inside a single forge factory.

The Astartes were responsible for the various passages and strongpoints, while the mortal troops assisted them, filling the remaining gaps, and outside was a vast, endless army of demons—the scene was nothing short of spectacular!

"What's the situation now?" Alvin skillfully disengaged the safety, and with the assistance of his bio-armor, he precisely sniped at the Horrors in the air while asking about the battle situation.

"Hold on and there will be a way." Take's left shoulder was wrapped in bandages, showing red through the white, clearly having suffered a serious injury, but he still persisted in the fight, gritting his teeth: "These heretical sons of bitches, without space-based orbital weapons, as long as we hold out, reinforcements from above will definitely find a way!"

Suddenly, several Flesh Hounds tore through the mortal defensive line, charging straight toward Alvin with a clear target!

"Fuck the Blood God!!!"

Alvin had long been pushed to his limit of patience; he immediately chambered a round in his bolter, fired directly at those Flesh Hounds, and casually pulled a frag grenade from Take's waist and threw it: "Get down!"

Boom!!!

The frag grenade blew the Flesh Hounds to pieces.

Take was knocked back a few steps by the shockwave, touched the blood on his face, and cursed angrily: "You son of a bitch, throw it further next time! You almost took me out too!"

"Impossible, I know what I'm doing!" Just as Alvin said this, he saw a blood-red line suddenly torn through the dense crowd of heretics in the distance!

Several Khorne Heralds, waving blood-red greatswords and with horns growing from their heads, were locked in a fierce struggle with several Astartes, displaying extremely exquisite martial arts!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

For a moment, sword light danced and sparks flew everywhere!

Neither side was mortal, and their skills had been honed to a staggering degree; in just a few moves, Alvin broke out in a cold sweat. He had originally thought that by defeating a Khorne Chosen, he could at least consider himself a minor hero.

However, upon seeing the battle between the Khorne Heralds and the Astartes, he realized he had been too naive!

With speed and power that transcended humanity, every collision erupted with deafening sounds of metal clashing, and the heretics and even Tzeentch demons caught in the periphery were sliced into minced meat!

The most terrifying thing was... Terminators, and not just one!

There were four of them, all deployed via teleportation, with two of them specifically modified, mounting twin-linked meltaguns and storm bolters, using their massive firepower to stop the demons' advance!

"Where is Aluman?!" Alvin shouted at the top of his lungs.

"He is trying to find a way to restore our communication array!" Because the battlefield was far too chaotic, Take could only shout back at the top of his lungs: "That old man from your family has a Conqueror-class cruiser; as long as he brings it down, we'll be saved!"

Good heavens... a Conqueror-class cruiser?

Alvin gasped; it seemed his family wasn't as simple as he thought, to have something like this!

On the other side, at the front of the battlefield.

Yan Liang stepped back half a step, letting a battle-brother fill the gap, and taking advantage of the reload interval, he immediately turned his head to look at Aluman: "Have you restored the communication array yet?!"

"Almost there, my lord!"

Aluman was sweating profusely, lamenting why on earth he was the only Tech-Priest Enginseer left in the entire hive!

If there had been even a few more people, it wouldn't have taken so long to repair; the damn Warp storm had directly destroyed the original communication array, and re-repairing it would take a massive amount of time!

Yan Liang frowned deeply, not knowing why... he felt increasingly uneasy, as if something terrifying was about to happen!

"Commander, at 9 o'clock, a massive Warp fluctuation has been detected!" Suddenly, a battle-brother's urgent voice pulled him back to reality.

Click!

Reload complete, Yan Liang immediately took over the gap, and the auspex detected that Warp fluctuation.

In fact, even without the auspex, they could clearly see with their naked eyes that something terrifying seemed to be brewing within that hundreds-of-meters-long Warp 'scar'!

A thick sense of foreboding welled up in everyone's heart!

Boom!!!

Amidst an earth-shattering explosion, rolling Warp turbulence surged out from that rift, and then, under everyone's gaze, a strike cruiser sailed out from the rift—its exterior looked as if it were coated in flesh, covered in twisted spikes, and inscribed with blasphemous runes!

Where the hell did this strike cruiser come from?!

Alvin's eyes were practically popping out of his head, and judging by the paint job on that warship, it was 100% the minions of that bastard 'K' again; this was truly like a haunting spirit that wouldn't go away!

As it turned out, Alvin's guess was correct!

The strike cruiser that sailed directly out of the Warp rift didn't crash into them; instead, it poured out a large number of Chaos Space Marines, clad in power armor twisted by Chaos and covered in flesh, waving chainswords and bolters, shouting "Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Seeing this scene, Yan Liang's eyes were filled with rage: "It's Chaos Space Marines! Quickly fire a signal flare and call for help from space!"

He knew very well that with their current troop strength, it was absolutely impossible to withstand a wave of Chaos Space Marine attacks!

It's over, this has truly turned into a massive clusterfuck!

Despair appeared in Alvin's eyes: "Winnie, oh Winnie, you've really screwed me over this time; this is simply not a problem I can solve!"