Chapter 154: Invite the Old Immortal of the Freezer!

Gone... gone?!

Until this very moment, Galken still could not believe that he had been discarded by the great Lord of Change as if he were nothing more than a worn-out shoe, ruthlessly abandoned without even a hint of hesitation!

Watching the Lord of Change's Greater Daemon forcibly abduct the important target and then vanish into a warp rift right before their eyes, the fury of the Terminator veterans and the assembled Astartes was ignited in an instant!

Inside the shattered Ecclesiarchy cathedral, the air was thick with murderous intent!

Even Galken, who had been blessed, shivered inexplicably, looking in terror and horror at the silent Astartes and the Terminators clenching their fists.

"Pursue!"

The Terminator veteran's voice was as dull as thunder, containing a trace of chilling, icy killing intent, his power fist emitting a mechanical roar.

The remaining Astartes stared at Galken with hostile gazes; those who needed to draw their chainswords did so, those who needed to draw their bolters did so, each one radiating killing intent!

No... why are you all looking at me?!

Galken had grievances he could not voice; it wasn't he who had abducted that brat. Every debt has a debtor, every wrong has a perpetrator—if you have the ability, go find trouble with the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch!

But the loyalists clearly had no desire to waste words with him.

Bang!

A bolt round slammed into his forehead.

Galken was knocked back several steps by the massive kinetic energy; he did not want to die, and he tried his best to escape.

As long as... as long as he could escape!

He stared at the narrow doorway, completely ignoring the annoying Astartes, focusing only on fleeing toward the exit!

"I cannot die... I cannot die here!" Galken roared, using the torn warp rift to unleash a psychic shockwave, barely managing to push back the surrounding Astartes.

"Forget about him!"

At this moment, the Astartes who were about to pursue heard the Terminator's roar. Turning their heads, they saw that the Terminator had somehow managed to hold back the closing warp rift!

The Terminator was stuck in the warp rift, and even his most durable armor was sparking everywhere under the immense pressure of the closing space!

And the surrounding Thousand Sons psychic legion was attacking the Terminator madly, looking as if they were determined to blow him apart!

"... Abandon the pursuit of the target!"

Seeing this, even though the squad commander was unwilling, looking at Galken who was only inches away from being intercepted, he still issued the order: "All members, assist the Terminator, intercept these damned heretics, and maintain the warp channel!"

If they lost this warp channel, it meant... they would never again be able to find 'Alvin Valerius', who had been abducted by the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch!

By then, unless the Emperor manifested, those lost in the depths of the warp and fallen into Tzeentch's divine realm would never return!

Therefore, to maintain the last glimmer of hope, the Terminator used his own body to hold back the warp rift!

He had to buy time for the follow-up troops!

"So... so good!" Galken, who had thought he was surely dead, suddenly saw a ray of hope.

That group of damned Astartes had all gone to maintain the warp channel, which gave him an opening. He scrambled away, terrified that if he were even half a step slow, he would be dragged back and beheaded!

"I will definitely not let you off!" Galken stared at them with resentment, an insidious and vicious plan gradually surfacing in his mind.

He would use this plan to regain his status in the eyes of the 'Lord of Change'!

That's right, this plan would definitely work!

Galken fled, his figure quickly merging into the shadows and disappearing from the Astartes' sight.

Although the commander was unwilling, he could only let that guy escape for the time being, because they had more pressing matters!

Crack! Crack!

The Terminator armor emitted a groan of being pushed beyond its limits!

The Astartes inside was enduring the impact from the warp every single moment; blood flowed from his nose, ears, and mouth, his heart pumping as if at extreme speed, the sound even spreading throughout the entire cathedral.

"It's no good, get out... Taros!"

The commander's eyes were splitting with rage. Every Terminator was a precious asset of the company, and the operator was an experienced veteran of a hundred battles. Seeing this veteran endure such agony, he truly could not bear it!

"No!"

Taros gritted his teeth, letting his bones emit a terrifying cracking sound under the pressure, yet he remained motionless, like an unyielding monument: "For... Ultramar, for the Emperor... for courage and honor, I... will never retreat!!!"

They were the Watchers!

Since they had accepted the rescue mission, no matter what the situation, they had to hold their ground here and complete the mission!

Otherwise, it would be a betrayal of the Empire and the Emperor!

Looking at the steadfast Terminator, the commander hardened his heart and raised his bolter: "All members, cover the Terminator... hold on until reinforcements arrive. For the Emperor... not a single step back!"

Crack!

The immense pressure forced the Terminator to one knee!

The surrounding Thousand Sons psychic legion bombarded this loyal, great monument even more recklessly, leaving shocking scars on the damaged armor!

The squad commander roared into the communication channel: "Squad 3 needs support! The target has been abducted by the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch! Repeat... we need support!!!"

"Hold the Terminator at all costs!!!"

The five outnumbered Astartes completely abandoned long-range suppression, instead drawing various melee weapons and charging fiercely at the crazed Thousand Sons psychic legion!

For a time.

The roar of chainswords mingled with loyalist battle cries!

Although the Thousand Sons Chaos Astartes had lost their flesh, the instincts branded into their power armor still drove them to exert the strength they had in life!

This was a slaughter between the loyalists and Chaos!

Both sides fought into a chaotic melee, the collision of blood and psychic power sparking the most primitive bloodlust and slaughter!

A chainsword shrieked, cutting open a Chaos Thousand Sons power armor, but inside there was no flesh and blood, only dissipating psychic energy.

After losing its support, the shattered power armor collapsed to the ground with a boom and stopped moving.

The squad commander panted heavily, looking around. The slaughter continued, and he squeezed out his remaining strength, wielding his chainsword to join the next battlefield!

But the problem was... those Thousand Sons psychic Astartes resurrected by evil Chaos sorcery were dead things from the start; they would soon resurrect!

But the loyalists' stamina was rapidly declining!

Moreover, the commander looked nervously at the Terminator who was still holding on, his inner worry growing heavier: "Reinforcements... have they not arrived yet?!"

Optimistically, the Terminator could hold on for at most three more minutes!

But the question was... could they hold on?

The commander breathed heavily, looking up again to see the Chaos cans he had just killed resurrecting like zombies, a bitter look appearing on his face: "Leon... we might not make it back. See you at the Golden Throne."

The remaining five Astartes looked at each other, one after another removing their damaged helmets. In their eye contact, they saw the other's firm resolve to die!

"For the Emperor!!!"

The commander raised his chainsword high, glaring at those traitors.

Just as they intended to fight to the death, the roof of the Ecclesiarchy dome cathedral was suddenly smashed through by a massive drop pod!

The huge drop pod landed right in the middle of the Thousand Sons psychic legion, even crushing two unlucky ones to death.

The commander looked at this scene, completely dumbfounded.

Wait, a drop pod crashing directly into the enemy position—which legion is this, so fierce?!

But soon, he knew.

The space pod door was kicked open, and Albert, draped in wolf pelts, grinned as he slaughtered his way out, like a wolf into a flock of sheep, waving that massive power hammer and smashing people to pieces!

Oh, it turned out to be the Space Wolves; no wonder they were so fierce!

Looking at the wolf pelts on the opponent's power armor and the wolf head emblem on the shoulder pad, the commander understood instantly.

Aside from the Space Wolves, there were basically no legions that would crash a drop pod directly into the enemy's heart. How should one put it... for the Space Wolves, being a bit wild was normal.

"Yo, is this the Thousand Sons?"

Albert hadn't expected to encounter a surprise!

"Hehe, that's right... didn't expect to see the Thousand Sons legion here." Andrea used his priest staff to smash a Chaos marine to death, his face overflowing with smiles.

But no matter how one looked at it... both of their smiles made people feel a bit chilled; there was definitely some personal grudge involved.

The squad commander shivered; he had heard of the grudge between the Space Wolves and the Thousand Sons.

"You, Sergeant!"

Albert swept away the annoying Thousand Sons with a few hammer blows, then glared at the somewhat dazed commander: "You were the one who sent the distress signal? Your Captain Lei Meng has already transferred it to us. Please repeat the intelligence and battle situation!"

They had received the distress signal on their way here.

But when breaking through the atmosphere, the signal wasn't very good, so they hadn't heard it clearly and needed on-site intelligence.

Although the Space Wolves were reckless, they were definitely not fools!

On the contrary, any enemy who thought the Space Wolves were brutes who only knew how to charge mindlessly would be tricked until they couldn't find north!

The Space Wolves were both fierce and cunning!

The commander quickly handed over the intelligence, pointing to the struggling Terminator, and said: "The target has been taken into this warp channel. It has been two minutes and thirty-seven seconds since they disappeared."

Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds...

Hearing this, Albert's expression became somewhat grave.

After such a long time, if not for the Emperor's protection, even if they ventured deep into the warp rift, it would be very difficult to find the target.

"What should we do?" Andrea held the Book of Proverbs, his brows furrowed: "Should we abandon this mission?"

The difficulty of the mission had completely shifted from its initial rescue nature... venturing deep into a warp rift to save someone was too difficult.

One slip, and they might be completely lost in the warp!

"No..."

Albert's eyes were deep as he looked at the warp rift, saying in a low voice: "A human who can be valued so much by Tzeentch... is definitely not simple. We must save him!"

After saying this, he added: "Besides, don't forget, Andrea... who guided us here."

"It was... the All-Father and Russ."

Andrea understood the Captain's decision, closing his eyes and saying: "In that case, it just so happens that 'Butsweig' can go with you and cause a scene, Captain."

"Deploy the teleport beacon!"

Albert looked at the warp rift, loosened his muscles, and grinned: "Tell Lei Meng on the ship, this time the spoils... we are splitting them fifty-fifty!"

"Teleport beacon deployed!"

"'Butsweig'... Holy Dreadnought, deployed!"

Thanks to 'Black Obsidian Amber' for the tip~ ===== CHAPTER 155 =====