Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 23 is now complete.
The tripwires were deployed quickly. But without exception, some of the grenades near the first-floor rooms were not tripwired.

Instead, they were slowly strung together with individual wire bundles and hidden in various unseen gaps and corners.

Finally, the connected cables led directly to the rooms on the top floor.

His setup is a series of traps. Only the top-floor room will trigger the trap.

This was also done to allow more enemies to storm into the church.

By the time the enemy has searched these rooms on the top floor, there will probably be a large number of enemies already inside.

"Commander, try to draw as many enemies over here as possible."

"it is good."

After the setup was complete, he looked at the few technical sergeants quietly undergoing modifications in a room, picked up his explosive pistol, and joined the frontline combat.

In the limited mechanical and technological environment of the battlefield, it would be extremely difficult to convert the Astartes' power pack into an explosive nuclear bomb.

If it weren't for a highly skilled military officer with over a century of experience, they probably wouldn't even know how to begin.

There is even a possibility that an explosion could be caused if one is not careful during the modification process.

Quan Tiehua's move was nothing short of risky. And extremely risky at that.

He might not even have a chance to reincarnate if he's not careful; the entire battle group, including him, will be instantly vaporized.

But what might be a risk for others is not necessarily the case for Quan Tiehua.

After such a long battle, he had realized that the target of the four Warp Gods was very likely him.

Even the Emperor might have noticed him, so he didn't care anymore. With powerful backers, he could go ahead and do whatever he wanted without worry.

He simply didn't believe that these power backpacks could actually explode during the process of modifying a nuclear bomb.

As time went on, the zombies in the agricultural areas of the Southern Hemisphere gradually gave rise to the existence of powerful demons.

The Great Impure One, with its tongue lolling out, watched the hordes of zombies crossing the ocean. Its yellowed teeth and mouth, infested with all sorts of maggots, stretched to its ears, and it chuckled, "Embrace the embrace of the Father."

The battle between the warp demons intensified.

Seeing that the Warp was deadlocked, Nurgle, Khorne, and Slaanesh could only suppress their displeasure and summon their respective demon armies to immediately cease their attacks and begin a joint assault on the hive.

We'll talk about it after we catch the target.

Tzeentch did not attend this meeting. However, his absence did not mean he was unaware of its content.

Hearing the final result, Tzeentch chuckled, "Everything went according to plan."

Three days have passed, and the eight nuclear-powered bomb backpacks have finally been modified.

Meanwhile, the demon armies of the three evil gods have temporarily ceased hostilities and begun to advance towards their respective capital cities.

They even ignored the aliens found in some remote corners and the humans who were still alive.

All the demons rushed through the long, narrow passage and launched a frenzied attack on the Seraphim Legion's defenses.

The demons all wanted to be the first to bring back the target for their own gods.

Seeing this, the demons from other factions naturally wouldn't let the first-place fighter have an easy time, and they also secretly tripped him up during the charge.

Therefore, despite their fierce momentum and powerful attacks, this very behavior prevented them from breaking through the defensive line for a long time.

Even the three great demons were keeping an eye on each other. If one of them wanted to charge into battle first, the other two would follow closely behind and try to hinder each other.

This made the three of them wary of each other, and none of them dared to rush forward personally. As the power backpacks were modified, the technical sergeants carefully carried the power backpacks, which had been transformed into nuclear explosions, to Quan Tiehua.

This includes not only Quan Tiehua's damaged power backpack, but also the power backpacks of his other battle comrades who have already returned to the Golden Throne.

Since we're going to play this game, let's go big.

"The modification is complete, and it can produce a nuclear explosion within 20 seconds once triggered."

Quan Tiehua nodded, snatched the power backpack amidst the fearful and tearing gazes of the technical sergeants, and then ran to the top floor.

This rude action nearly scared the sergeants out of their wits.

Any violent collision that results in a nuclear explosion would instantly send everyone on the battlefield back to their golden thrones.

Of course, it's not that returning to the Golden Throne is a bad thing, but in the current situation, they have more opportunities to serve the Emperor.

"By the Emperor, and Omnisaya, may we be saved. This guy almost wiped out our entire chapter." After a long while, a technical sergeant finally came to his senses and spoke with some annoyance.

The other technical sergeants nodded, somewhat shaken.

Quan Tiehua ignored their fear, after all, the Emperor was personally overseeing things. If this exploded, wouldn't the machine spirit within the power backpack be slapping the Emperor in the face?
Carrying the modified power backpack, he pulled on the thin cables that had been hauled out of the final room to make the final arrangements.

Once triggered, there are only 20 seconds left to escape.

Looking at the system panel in his mind, he took a deep breath, secured the last wiring harness, and locked the entire power backpack into the top-level slotted bracket.

The distance between the several powered backpacks and the first floor of the church is a drop of up to 300 meters.

The elevation difference between the surface of this planet and the ground is as high as thousands of meters.

Although the Astartes' power backpack, if it were to explode, would have an blast radius of only about a kilometer, much like a small tactical nuclear bomb.

But no matter how small it is, it is still a nuclear bomb, and its power should not be underestimated.

Moreover, it now has eight powered backpacks.

Eight tactical nuclear weapons.

Even if you're a great demon, I'll still blast you back to the subspace.

cough cough.

Quan Tiehua, holding a makeshift megaphone made from fragments of power armor and cables by a technical sergeant, cleared his throat with a slightly flamboyant clenched fist near his mouth.

This action made the surrounding combat comrades' mouths twitch.

"Hey! Who's this?"

The flippant voice instantly resounded throughout the entire battlefield, causing all the demons present, the Chaos Astartes, and the three archdemons eyeing each other covetously in the rear to pause for a moment.

"Is that all the difficulty? Oh dear, it seems that Angron's legion has also surrendered to a coward. His great demons only dare to send their underlings to fight, while they cower in the back."

Both Khorne and Papatil in the warp looked utterly bewildered.

"And what about that guy who got slapped? His ass can't even hold his shit anymore, yet he still dares to come looking for his grandpa. And that green piece of crap, were you all born from those shit-prone bastards who were leaking shit while charging? Why are you joining in the fun too?"

With that, he stood up abruptly, brazenly stomped one foot on the defensive line, and shouted, "Come on over here? I'll fucking have the Emperor fucking kill you all."

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(End of this chapter)