Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 129 Disgusting Imperial Insects
Upon witnessing this, the soldier's face, hidden beneath his armor, contorted with rage. He summoned a shield to shield himself, but then unleashed a rapid-fire plasma cannon that swept out like a whip.

It merely grazed the edge of the shield, and the entire shield shattered and dissipated into space. Subsequent attacks from several Blood Angel fighters, unleashing explosive bombs and Skystrike missiles, tore it to shreds.

The intensity of the war escalated once again the moment the two sides began their aerial dogfight.

Due to their own lack of maneuverability, the Blood Angel fighters began to cooperate with each other, achieving considerable success in a short period of time.

Among these alien warriors were some formidable individuals. One of them, relying on its immense strength and the mobility granted by its armor, slammed directly into the cockpit of a Blood Angel fighter jet.

The immense force even caused the nose of the Blood Angel fighter jet, which was in flight, to lurch downwards. The two pilots looked in alarm at the alien that was crouching low on the nose, watching them menacingly.

Before they could react, one of the alien's four arms suddenly rose up. Several flying blades materialized around the arm, and with a sudden swing, the blades pierced through the transparent steel armor of the cockpit, pinning the skilled Imperial pilots to their seats.

Then, it performed a backflip, its engine accelerating behind it, carrying it away from the exploding Blood Angel fighter jet.

Of the four Imperial warships, some were undergoing final soul-reassurance in the torpedo boarding bay, while others were still awaiting the final sortie order in the main hall.

Without exception, at this moment they would all express their absolute loyalty to the entire human civilization. Having arrived in this world, they had heard the true imperial truths spoken by the Emperor.

Although they still held faith in the Emperor, every one of them had now become an absolute believer in the Empire's truth.

As for the so-called state religion within the empire...

Ha ha……

A bunch of snakes, insects, and rats! If it weren't for Lord Tie Hui's appearance, these guys would probably still be using the Emperor's name to continue sucking the blood of the Empire.

Then let all of human civilization vanish into the universe and become history!

They are all subject to the slow slicing punishment that Lord Tie Hui once spoke of; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to administer it 1000 times.

Especially the most disgusting of them all—that so-called saint, Barius—

To almost every chapter, this guy was definitely a demon who had infiltrated the Empire from the Chaos side.

In the 321st year of 37k.

I won't go into how that guy rose to power, but let's just talk about what happened after he became rich. When the warp storm Dionysus appeared, its chaotic effects polluted dozens of star systems.

Among these are many Warband homeworlds, which contain the Warband's monasteries and a large number of stored gene seeds.

Without exception... they were all severely corrupted by chaos. This even indirectly replenished the chaos with a new wave of Astartes soldiers.

After all, whether it's the Empire's Astartes or the Chaos' Astartes, they all need pure and clean gene seeds to replenish their ranks.

Then the disgusting thing happened... Damn it, it immediately ordered the Astartes Chapters, whose homeworlds had already fallen, to assemble.

Then they journeyed to the source of fear, launching an abyssal expedition to prove their loyalty to the Empire. During this time, they received no supplies or support, relying solely on their will and unwavering faith in the Empire's machines.

The entire force of 30 standard Astartes Codex Chapters, numbering in the tens of thousands, along with dreadnoughts, battleships, cruisers, battle barges…

After 800 years of expeditions, these enormous resources and terrifying military forces were almost entirely corrupted and transformed into an extreme chaotic force.

They replenished the forces of Chaos with an enormous amount of manpower!

Only a handful of individual survivors made it back to the Empire 800 years later from that Abyss Expedition.

Led by Chapter Master Cornwall Lann of the Piercing Swords, the surviving Astartes, filled with extreme rage, destroyed all the so-called relics and shrines left behind by the deceased, dragging him from his grave and desecrating his corpse. All his followers and those who approved the operation were apprehended and executed on the spot. Because of this incident, many Astartes chapters held no respect whatsoever for the State Church, the Inquisition, the Ministry of Justice, or the so-called High Lords.

Because they both wished they could shove the barrel of a bomb gun into each other's mouths and pull the trigger the moment they met.

If it weren't for the powerful backing and overall strength of the other side, we would have done it long ago.

but now……

The Emperor was right behind them, and each of them was under the Emperor's gaze. The weapons and ammunition in their hands had been blessed by the Emperor's power the moment they came off the production line.

When we get back, if you dare to raise your voice at me again, see if I don't mess with you.

呲——

The pressure relief valve opened instantly, unleashing a torrent of pressure. This change was noticed by the Type II civilization soldiers who were engaged in dogfights with Blood Angel fighters in space.

They glanced at the flagship not far behind them, then at the pressure relief vent that was still spewing steam.

The commander immediately realized something was wrong. "This is bad! They're trying to board us! Notify the flagship to prepare; we must intercept them with all our might!"

With that, he led his men and charged forward. The surrounding Blood Angel fighters and Thunder fighters also noticed their intentions and rushed over to intercept them.

The anti-aircraft weapon array on the combat barge began to rotate, and after aiming at the target, it adjusted the muzzle to spit out tongues of fire.

Typhoon missiles, equipped with temporary AI components, began spewing flames as they hurtled towards the soldiers. Defender cannons, mounted on some weapon bays, stretched out long whips around the warship and began to lash out.

"All monks, to your positions!" came the mechanical priest's voice from the boarding torpedo. The flashes of light and the rhythmic siren gradually subsided.

All the boarding torpedoes, mixed with some real torpedoes, rushed towards the enemy's position at high speed.

Hart Neff and a Saint-class Dreadnought aboard a Thunderhawk gunship, under the cover of fighter jets, followed behind boarding torpedoes in a surprise attack on the enemy flagship.

This boarding assault did not involve bringing all the Fearless fighters. Only two were brought along for fire support!
Although the drivers were not long-time veterans, they were all brothers who had lost limbs in recent battles and had to be stuffed into the Fearless to survive.

When Hatnev first acquired the Saint-class, this new type of frivolous construct, he was particularly happy and wanted to equip all the rankless seniors in the entire group with it.

However, the technical priests and mechanical personnel later shook their heads and said that there was basically no chance of transplantation for veterans who had been stored in coffins for thousands of years.

Because their nerves were completely connected to the entire sarcophagus. And they generated machine spirits; in other words, they were machine spirits, and machine spirits were them.

Once they were forcibly removed from the sarcophagus, they were moved into the Saints' Dreadnought.

Only two fates await them...

It's either death or something else!

Or they'll go insane and start a frenzied killing spree that indiscriminately kills, regardless of friend or foe!
You can't even force him into a deep sleep.

Because the pain of being stripped of time is like being slowly sliced ​​apart, your skin is scraped away piece by piece. Then, soft sandpaper is used to rub away the small bits of flesh that can't be cut off from your ribs.

That's roughly the feeling!

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(End of this chapter)