This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 81: Word Bearer: Where did I come from? Is this still 40k?
"I saw your soul, Cornwall, and the faith that surrounded you shone brightly, finally dispelling the malice of Chaos."

Ramses looked into Cornwall's eyes and said solemnly, "But I have no right to forgive you. If even falling into Chaos can be forgiven, it would be the greatest insult to the loyalists."

After saying this, Ramses turned his head, exchanged glances with his companions, and continued:
"You don't need to worry about your actions affecting your family. Your daughter is very talented. I will take her in as my apprentice. You don't have to worry about everything you cherish being lost with your death."

"You will die, but you can choose to die silently at my hands, or take up arms and die firing upon the enemies of humanity, and let the Emperor judge your sins."

"Now, it's time for you to choose."

Cornwall blinked, suddenly struck by the absurdity.

He was not made into a training servitor, nor was he executed in public in front of everyone. Instead, he stood here and was able to choose his own way of death?
Do I have a choice?
This. This is too luxurious.

Cornwall spoke hopefully.

"I prayed and fought, and I would die on the way."

"I will pay for my sins. I will make the heretics suffer, and the aliens suffer!"

Inside the armored personnel carrier, Cornwall was holding the thermal explosives and muttering softly.

Around him were fully armed soldiers wearing void armor.

They all looked at their comrade with curiosity, who was at the edge, without weapons or armor, but only a hot melt and a torn uniform.

Atonement troops are not uncommon, but this type of cannon fodder is usually incorporated into unimportant troops and thrown into unimportant battlefields, and will never act with the main force.

Unless the person is 'certified'.

Price glanced at his comrade's child, and finally reached out and grasped the laser spear.

The war is about to begin!

After a thirty-six-minute march, the armored force consisting of three thousand Cadian Astra Militarum, eight hundred Astartes, over a hundred Sisters and Inquisitorial Guards arrived at the incinerator where they were needed to inflict the Emperor's wrath.

Their enemies are the aliens and cultists entrenched here, as well as the Word Bearers, who are conservatively estimated to number over 600 Chaos warriors.

Phew!

The man-eating sharks killed the scouts who were a mixture of thieves and cultists. When the rumbling sound of war weapons shook the outer wall of the incinerator, it announced the arrival of war.

boom!
With the sound of the Scimitar's twin volcano cannons, the war began.

The crystals inside that served as explosives made a loud crackling sound, and the molten stream, which was strong enough to penetrate the Titan, hit the thick metal of the outer wall of the incinerator, cutting two huge gaps.

"The enemy is attacking!"

The skulls let out a shrill scream, and when the surging metal jets flooded the platform, the cunning people who had regained some of their fear were frightened on the spot when they saw the densely packed war machines at the end of the road.

They ran to warn and wanted to turn the logging guns on the high platform, but there were many outstanding supermen among the enemies. A few heavy bombs flashed, and every wound representing death was evenly and selflessly distributed on their bodies.

Intensive firepower poured in through the cracks, accompanied by an earthquake. The horrific shock caused the metal that constructed the building to emit a twisted wail.

"He gave me guidance, he gave me the path to atonement."

Cornwall, who had been muttering his creed all the way, stood up and activated the thermal explosives under the gaze of his comrades.

He rushed forward, into the chasm, through the flaming wall, the instinct of a good soldier making him stay out of the line of fire, his shoddy battle uniform rustling in the hot wind.

"For everything I hold dear!"

The melta charges exploded, and the extreme heat engulfed the soldier and the enemies around him, plunging them into the molten metal beneath their feet.

"Terminator fireteam approaching, assault troops prepare to charge."

Romulus, who was remotely controlling the battlefield, watched the fireworks go out and then gave the order. Boom!!!
Grayspine Terminators carrying cyclone missile launchers fired thermobaric bombs. These ancient but highly effective weapons, aided by Peritak targeting instruments, accurately locked onto the enemy forces concentrated in the incinerator.

The air pressure created by the explosion destroyed the enemy while also extinguishing the flames burning on the metal.

squeak-

Finally, a wail of unbearable weight was heard from the top of the entire building. The ceiling collapsed, and the defenders could only watch in horror as the iron dome above them collapsed.

It's literally heartbreaking.

"Rise up and prepare to fight for the Lord of Change!"

A cult centurion cursed angrily, and his flattering voice made his subordinates around him subconsciously feel convinced, and he commanded those subordinates who had lost their direction to rush towards the gap.

"You deserters, the enemy is over there!"

He then fired a few flares at the friendly troops who were still in chaos, and then dragged his broken leg and grunted as he moved into the incinerator that was built as a fortress.

boom--

A Mastodon crashed straight into the ruins, and then the door on the side opened, exposing the warriors inside to him inch by inch.

Power weapons flashing with arcs of electricity, individual heavy firepower weapons and storm shields, and heavily armored cavalry are ready to go.

"The enemy is there, this—"

The Centurion stuttered a few times before the power weapon split open his nine mouths.

puff-

He knelt on his knees, and the fire began to lick his body.

The charging cultists around them looked at the centurion being crushed behind them, until they were awakened by the sound of lasers from the Astra Militarum array behind them melting flesh and blood, and then they remembered that they should hide in the group of friendly forces.

Firepower coverage, continuous suppression; advance in the center, the entire army presses forward.

It's a simple and unpretentious attack, but it can achieve the best results and cannot be countered.

Because they simply cannot possess such firepower, such vehicles, and such soldiers!

Attacking from both front and back, hundreds of cavalrymen leaped down from the high platform, raining down explosives and nailing the enemy to death on their way to escape.

The few who dared to resist were crushed the moment the Iron Cavalry Terminators moved their limbs.

The Chaos and Genestealers were thrown into disarray.

"Gods be upon you."

When the Word Bearers in the fortress thought they were backstabbed by their allies, they quickly tore apart the chicken thief who was still working hard beside them, and then opened the observation window of the fortress.

Fully armored Iron Cavalry Terminators, with Imperial Fists Darter on one side and Ultramarines' Invincible Guard and Grayspine Terminators on the other.
A fully mechanized force, the Astra Militarum wearing void armor—

Ok?
"Am I still in the Five Hundred Worlds?"

Looking at the scene before him, the Word Bearer asked his colleague beside him in confusion.

"."

But this colleague was no longer able to answer him.

His head was gone.

(End of this chapter)