Chapter 150: This Wave Is Truth Overwhelming!

Regarding the issue of "cross-dressing," Alvin hesitated for half a second, then decisively abandoned that shred of dignity—what did it matter if it was cross-dressing? This was the Oathplate!

It offered defense comparable to, even surpassing, power armor!

Besides, just by appearance—outside of Warhammer 40k, who would ever know this was "cross-dressing"?

Isn't this just standard European knight armor? Cool and fierce, not to mention the Executioner Greatsword—stand anywhere, and who dares call it "cross-dressing"?!

Alvin muttered: "Not cross-dressing, not cross-dressing..."

Then, swiftly, he collected the entire set of precision-crafted Oathplate, including the Executioner Sword, and stowed them all in his private space.

This item should remain hidden for now.

Otherwise, he couldn't imagine how that bastard Tark would mock him—if Astartes saw it, he couldn't explain it either.

As for the weapons piled in the warehouse outside the door, Alvin had already thought of an excuse—just make up any reason to cover it; whether Astartes, Tark, or Aruman, none of them would dig deeper.

Alvin hadn't yet considered embezzlement.

Once he survived, he'd inherit a noble title—this mere amount of Imperial Guard equipment meant nothing to him.

Soon, Alvin hastily cleaned up the traces and returned to the front of the foundry. Though the Chaos assault had weakened considerably, it still overwhelmed the thin defensive line!

Alvin's slight "pride" vanished when he witnessed the battle's continued brutality—his actions had changed nothing.

The war still raged!

Even the destruction of a spaceship had inflicted heavy losses on Chaos, further stoking their bloodlust!

Don't think blowing up one spaceship would make Chaos fear or retreat—they've never broken morale.

In the Warhammer universe, "morale collapse" rarely exists, especially among those twisted by Chaos into mindless husks—they simply don't consider retreat.

The explosion did inflict massive casualties on Chaos.

But they quickly restored order, launching coordinated, wave-after-wave assaults under the command of the Blood Skull warband, aiming to drain the defenders' scarce ammunition and wear down their spirit and will!

The most terrifying aspect of fighting Chaos isn't how strong they are—it's that you must constantly guard your soul against their insidious temptations!

One moment, your comrade fights beside you; the next, he becomes a servant of Chaos!

That's the true horror of Chaos!

Watching the fiery battlefield, Alvin approached the tall, imposing, immaculately groomed Astarte: "Ahem, Your Majesty's Angel, I found many weapons and gear in the rear warehouse!"

Yan Liang frowned slightly—he hadn't wanted to deal with this "noble brat"—but upon hearing weapons had been found, his expression softened slightly: "Where? Any heavy weapons?"

But as soon as he asked, Yan Liang felt it was ridiculous.

According to intel, this "noble brat" had always stayed in the lower hive—how could he possibly recognize weapons and gear?

He was about to order one of his battle-brothers to accompany him when Alvin, as if reciting his own household inventory, named the warehouse's contents with ease.

Yan Liang grew increasingly delighted—they desperately needed heavy firepower, and here it was!

"Good! Excellent!"

The commander, overcome with emotion, slapped Alvin's shoulder—nearly knocking him into the ground—making Alvin grimace in pain, clutching his shoulder.

"Sorry, I got carried away," Yan Liang immediately apologized, turning to the side: "Emond, lead your squad and help him transport the weapons!"

As Astartes dragged out heavy weapons—Earthshaker Cannons, Petrified Lizards, Armed Recon Vehicles, Sentinel Mechs—the morale of the weary defenders erupted in thunderous roars!

And those crates of bolters, fragmentation grenades, stun grenades, and meltabombs allowed the Watchers' Astartes to replenish their ammunition instantly.

"The Emperor protects!"

Yan Liang, seeing the ample ammo, regained full confidence and chambered a round in his bolter with a click: "Today, we purge every heretic—not a single one survives!!!"

Tark, operating the Earthshaker Cannon, sneered: "Chaos scum, taste the big gun, you bastards!"

Had he been weaker than the cultists after being pinned down for so long?

No—it was because, before the battle, nearly all heavy weapons in the hive had been destroyed; otherwise, how could the cultists have broken through? Just because they didn't fear death?

What nonsense!

Even if you had iron will and zero fear, could you stop a 300mm artillery shell?!

The defenders, long pent-up with rage, finally found their outlet—dozens of Earthshaker Cannons and Petrified Lizards unleashed concentrated salvos at the Chaos scum!

In an instant, artillery roared with deafening thunder!

Alvin finally understood what artillery's allure meant—this was only dozens of guns; what would it look like with hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands firing together?

So damn satisfying!!!

Artillery is forever the most captivating weapon in war!

One moment, the Chaos cultists were counting on exhausting the defenders' ammo and overwhelming them with numbers; the next, they were hit by artillery!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!

Earthshaker Cannons and Petrified Lizards were positioned at key points of the foundry, roaring at Chaos!

Massive shells screamed as they plummeted!

Amid earth-shattering explosions, dust and debris surged—several unlucky Chaos cultists were blown sky-high, their power armor mixed with shredded flesh scattered everywhere!

"Where did they get Petrified Lizards?!"

The Chaos commander roared in fury.

"Could it be… they've had them all along, and only revealed them once we got close?" a Chaos cultist, crouching in the trench with his head covered, muttered.

"Bullshit!"

The Chaos commander cursed: "I swear they didn't have these before—if they'd had artillery, could we have breached their lines so many times?!"

The cultist who was scolded was equally baffled.

Yeah—if they'd had artillery, wouldn't those fools have used it long ago?

But if not… the cultist shrank back, suddenly chilled: "Captain… could it be… that… they're being protected?"

The Chaos commander fell silent, his eye twitching—he slapped the cultist's head: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Contact the leader immediately—we need reinforcements!"

This mission reeked of strangeness.

Especially since the Blood God had specifically ordered them to capture a human named "Alvin Valthus," and ensure his survival!

Having lived nearly a century and fought countless battles, he'd never heard the Blood God give such a precise directive—it was utterly absurd!

Had it not been for this damn mission, they'd have already vaporized this factory with their ship's weapons—why all this trouble?

Blood God, Blood God… you've doomed us!

The Chaos commander cursed inwardly at "Piazas," that idiotic fool—why didn't he send a few Terminators down? Can't he see how badly our ground forces are being slaughtered?!

…

"What I'm about to tell you—don't be afraid!"

Alvin took a deep breath, looked at Yan Liang and Tark, and decided to reveal the truth.

"We are Astartes—we do not fear."

Yan Liang straightened his chest proudly, staring at Alvin, ready to hear what this kid had to say.

From Tark and many local defense forces, Yan Liang had heard many of Alvin's "heroic deeds"—he'd single-handedly killed a Khorne Chosen—hence his changed attitude.

After all, even among Astartes, they respected mortal heroes!

Alvin's miracle-like feats would surely be recorded in his family's history for future generations to learn and remember!

"Good. What I'm about to say is…" Alvin took a breath, serious: "The chaos on Lothar Hive was all caused by Galken Hadley!"

"Who's Galken?"

"Galken?!"

The Astartes and Tark reacted completely differently.

But after exchanging information, Yan Liang's brow furrowed—he sensed the gravity: "So we must eliminate Galken to end this?"

"Exactly!"

Alvin said grimly: "If we don't kill Galken, more uncontrollable disasters will follow—we must kill this bastard as soon as possible!"

His instinct told him Galken was a looming threat!

What if this bastard, desperate and cornered, awakened the slumbering Necron Dynasty? The consequences would be catastrophic!

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