Chapter 155: Holy Dreadnought: I have come to assist you!

There were not many things that could make Albert afraid.

Aside from the Chapter Master, it was probably just the worry that one day, after a high-intensity physical confrontation with heretics, he would be half-dead and buried in a Dreadnought by the Apothecary, the Chapter Master, and Andrea—those three dogs.

Although he had proposed many times that he hoped not to be buried in a Dreadnought after he died, but... judging by the personality of that dog, the Chapter Master, he felt the hope was not high.

Moreover, the Chapter currently had an empty Dreadnought!

No matter how Albert looked at it, he felt that the empty Dreadnought was prepared for him.

Every 'Dreadnought' was a living monument recording the glorious history of the Chapter, housing Astartes who had been too severely injured in war to continue serving the Emperor!

Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?

But in reality, Dreadnoughts were also jokingly referred to as 'freezers'!

A Dreadnought housed a Space Marine who could no longer fight due to physical disability as its pilot.

The two were closely connected through a neural link, and the pilot could manipulate this large war machine as if it were their own body, returning to the battlefield!

And they could only leave it upon death!

After being buried in a Dreadnought, they would lose all unnecessary emotions, and their souls would repeat in endless sleep, awakening, and fighting, until their souls were completely worn away in the long years and could no longer be awakened. Only then would they be completely buried beneath the monastery, welcoming true death and grace.

And when they didn't need to be awakened, only the Astartes buried in Dreadnoughts would know... what kind of torture it was in that endless void!

Of course, not everyone was qualified to be buried in a 'Dreadnought'; only Astartes with distinguished military service had the chance to be buried in one when they were half-dead.

In Warhammer, death is a gift.

Especially for those Astartes with honor and merit, such as Albert, who fought for the Emperor across the galaxy and experienced bloody battles; their only expectation was peaceful sleep after death.

But unfortunately... this wish was difficult.

Bury Me in a Dreadnought—excerpted from "Don't Bury Me in a Dreadnought".

It did not exclude that some people were willing to be buried in a Dreadnought, but most Astartes had already given everything for the Emperor in their lifetime, and very few were willing to have no peace after death, being buried in this 'cold coffin' and continuing to fight in the purgatory-like galaxy for hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand years!

Therefore, any 'Dreadnought' that was awakened would more or less have some morning grumpiness.

"It's here."

The roar that tore through the sky pulled Albert's thoughts back, and he looked up at the sky with a complex expression.

Accompanied by the vibration of the teleport beacon, the entire Ecclesiarchy cathedral shook violently, like a terrifying earthquake, kicking up visible shockwaves and swirling dust and rubble!

In the terrifying, huge shadow, the shocking 'Dreadnought' descended!

That huge body, over three meters tall, exerted invisible pressure on Chaos.

Even though these Thousand Sons Chaos cans had long since died in the years, the memories remaining in their souls still made them feel a trace of... fear from the depths of their souls toward that huge machine, which was cast with holy prayers, hung with flags, and had countless emblems and decorations!

That was a Holy Dreadnought!

Its exaggerated, seemingly bloated appearance, which looked like a heavy tank or fortress, as well as the wolf head emblem on its shoulder, made every Astartes feel heartfelt respect!

Just because witnessing its deployment was a great honor!

"Albert, where is the enemy?!"

A slightly irritable voice came from the loudspeaker of the 'Holy Dreadnought'.

"Butsweig, do you have the courage to venture into the warp with me?" Albert carried his power hammer, grinned, and looked up at the Holy Dreadnought: "This time, it's no joke; there's a Greater Daemon of Chaos!"

"Greater Daemon? Where?!"

Butsweig, buried in the Holy Dreadnought, was clearly interested and couldn't help but take a few steps forward, not noticing that he had stepped on a few Thousand Sons cans that had just resurrected.

"Hmm? Thousand Sons?"

At this moment, he finally noticed the Chaos cans crushed under his feet, and then... he turned his head and saw the Thousand Sons.

Thousand Sons Legion?

The familiar power armor color immediately triggered the memories remaining in this long-inherited Holy Dreadnought, instantly making Butsweig furious!

If one were to talk about this, it would have to start from the Great Crusade.

But in short, the grudge between the Space Wolves and the Thousand Sons was long-standing!

"Thousand Sons!!!"

The Holy Dreadnought gripped a giant axe, erupting with the power to split mountains and sweep across thousands of troops, directly cutting more than a dozen Thousand Sons in half!

Lifting a foot, swinging a fist, a horizontal sweep of the sharp axe!

With just a few simple movements, he wiped out more than half of the Thousand Sons legion's Chaos cans in one go!

As a monument of the Chapter, a Dreadnought naturally could not venture into the warp alone; no matter what, there had to be other Astartes present.

At the very least, it could ensure that in extreme circumstances, if the Astartes piloting the Dreadnought died, the remaining people could retrieve this monument of the Chapter!

One must know that every Dreadnought, even the Castraferrum class, was a rare 'relic' of the Chapter; there was one less for every one lost.

Expecting the Adeptus Mechanicus to replenish it for you?

Don't dream about it. Models like the Holy Dreadnought couldn't be replicated even by the Adeptus Mechanicus. If it were truly lost, the Chapter Master could shoot Albert dead!

The follow-up Astartes quickly assembled.

Even, to prevent accidents, Albert brought two Terminators, and only then did he lead all his combat power into that warp rift!

"Next... I will maintain the channel for you."

The Chapter's Librarian smiled slightly, taking over the duty of the Terminator and using psychic power to maintain the rift.

In the warp rift, psychic storms raged!

The gorgeous colors interwoven with all kinds of hues washed down like a torrent, and Albert identified a path with great difficulty!

Come to think of it, it was strange!

In the warp, they actually saw a faint golden flame, as if guiding them in the right direction.

Albert, who hadn't held much hope, saw the direction guided by the golden flame, and a glimmer of joy emerged in his eyes: "Russ above, All-Father protect!"

In such a chaotic warp, who else but the omnipotent All-Father could open a channel?

They followed the trajectory of the golden flame and chased after it, suddenly hearing intense collision sounds; clearly, someone was fighting ahead!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The vibrating psychic ripples raged, spreading like ripples!

In the already chaotic warp rift, the power of the psychic fluctuations erupting was even more terrifying than in the physical universe!

Even though the Astartes had power armor, they were still knocked flying by the ripples of psychic energy, and their hard ceramite armor was covered with cracks!

"Butsweig!"

Albert noticed this, his expression changed slightly, and he decisively had the Dreadnought lead the way.

Butsweig walked with heavy steps, like a huge fortress, using the round shield on his left arm to block the surging psychic fluctuations for his brothers behind him!

Soon, with the Dreadnought acting as the vanguard and blocking the vast majority of the impacts for them, Albert led several squads to advance rapidly and arrived at the battlefield location!

But when he saw the target, he showed an expression of astonishment!

That is... a woman?!

One side of the battle was the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, two eagle heads glaring at the opponent, holding a crystal staff and stirring up one psychic storm after another, trying to repel the invaders!

However, the woman entangling the Greater Daemon held a blade burning with golden flames, using exquisite swordsmanship to repeatedly interrupt the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, dragging it firmly in place!

"Die! Die! Just die!!!"

The Greater Daemon of Tzeentch was furious; the opponent was like a piece of cowhide candy, sticking firmly to it!

If it weren't for this woman who suddenly popped up, it would have already left with Alvin; how could it have been dragged until now?!

"The Greater Daemon is yours, Butsweig!"

After a brief few seconds of daze, Albert quickly distinguished friend from foe.

Nonsense, the woman's blade was wrapped in golden flames, and she had wings on her back; no matter how one looked at it... she was a 'Living Saint' from the legends!

If you don't help the Living Saint, are you going to help the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch?

"I have come to assist you——!!!"

Butsweig was extremely excited; he had finally found an enemy that could let him move his hands and feet. That bunch of trash from the World Eaters was simply not durable!

Holy Dreadnought, deploy!!!

Two more chapters, around six o'clock~ ===== CHAPTER 156 =====