Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 59: Man-eating Shark Regiment

"I heard that the Seraphim Legion suffered heavy losses this time! It may not be able to recover to full strength for a thousand years!"

An Astartes wearing black and gray power armor started chatting with the Astragalus soldiers clearing enemy corpses from the ruins of a building ahead.

His words conveyed both pride and melancholy!
In particular, the bent-over shark statue on the left shoulder armor has become somewhat mottled and faded.

"Faced with this kind of battlefield, it's already quite impressive that a battle group of no more than 300 people could survive!" Another soldier who was maintaining his single-handedly destroyed weapon chimed in after hearing this.

"Those who are going to join the Dreadnoughts?" the first warrior said with a hint of disdain. "You know, they don't even have Dreadnoughts. Those people can only die or go to the rear. Their battle group will most likely be split up!"

The soldier repairing the crudely made explosive gun simply shook his head and remained silent upon hearing this.

Although the two chapters had some minor grudges against each other, they were both Astartes. It would be impossible for them not to feel emotional when they saw their own brothers or the other chapter sacrificed and destroyed.

"I wonder what arrangements His Highness the Regent will make for them this time? What if those blue-collar workers bring up what happened last time..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Astartes who was repairing the bomb gun immediately looked up, shook his head firmly, and said, "Impossible! It's just a Dreadnought. They rely on 500 worlds. Their production capacity is at its maximum. It's impossible for them to report us to the Regent for punishment just because of a Dreadnought shell. And I reckon even if they did report it to the Regent, they'd most likely get a severe scolding from their direct superiors, since they lost to us!"

His smug expression grew increasingly arrogant with each word. If Blue Jar were here, he'd surely be so enraged he'd draw his sword!

"That's true. After all, that Dreadnought was a rare purchase for our battle group! How could we possibly give it away?"

"I also heard that the Seraphim Chapter received a new Primal Space Marine? If that guy is still alive, I really want to see how powerful they are! I'll definitely let him taste the might of us battle-hardened veterans!"

The soldier repairing the bomb gun seemed to have heard something, slowly turning his head while saying, "That was arranged by His Majesty the Regent. Perhaps... it's an enemy attack!"

呲——

A massive demonic mech suddenly appeared amidst a flash of warp energy, and at the same time, countless demons wielding shields and various weapons roared as they charged toward this place.

"A three-headed giant!" Asta, who was the first to discover the situation, saw the figure of the demon and the three spirit plasma cannons mounted on it beginning to glow faintly as they aimed at this place.

"Dodge—" He grabbed the brother next to him and suddenly tumbled backward.

boom--

The attack flew overhead and slammed into the ground in front of the two, creating a crater filled with chaotic psionic energy.

"Retreat! We have no heavy firepower!" He glanced back at the forging demons that had begun slaughtering mortals. He stood up and retreated.

At the same time, the somewhat post-apocalyptic-style bomb gun in my hand began to roar rhythmically.

The explosive bomb struck the towering body of the Forged Demon, but was deflected by the adamantite armor corrupted by the lava demon's outer shell.

The attack was ineffective, but it did attract attention.

"Cole!" he roared, turning and running into the surrounding ruins of houses.

Seeing this, the Forging Demon stopped firing and advancing, its mechanical legs chasing after the target. Along its path, it smashed through the ruins of buildings, sending clouds of dust billowing up.

Boom boom boom boom——

Four grenades exploded directly next to the Forging Demon. Smoke and dust billowed, shrapnel flew everywhere, and some mortals or their corpses nearby were transformed into demonic mincemeat. The Forging Demon was thrown about, flailing its arms and legs after being blasted by the four grenades. Although none of them caused fatal damage, shrapnel was still embedded in its exposed flesh.

Taking advantage of this moment, the two had already run out of the attack range of the forging demon.

"According to the orders from above, wasn't this planet supposed to contain what the Emperor needs?" the Astartes named Cole asked doubtfully over the communication.
You have to understand, for the Shark Devourer Legion, the Empire's orders are practically like used toilet paper; they even have to sift through them and pick and choose before obeying.

But this mission is strange; the entire planet Les has been covered by demons. Even according to the now-mad Astromancers, one of the tentacles of the massive shadow devourer in the warp has begun to slowly turn and head towards this location.

The mission was so dangerous that, in the past, their commander would never have undertaken such a mission under any circumstances. He would have just glanced at it twice, crumpled it up, and thrown it away.

However, contrary to their expectations, the commander's expression turned solemn after seeing the mission, and he immediately issued a mobilization order.

Almost all of the warband's supplies were transported here. Tiberius went even further, loading all sorts of fearless and top-of-the-line explosive weapons onto the warships, and then rushed here without stopping.

No one else read the order, because Tiberius turned to ashes immediately after reading it.

Then their chapter leader uttered words that resonated with all the sharks present: "This battle will be brutal, but no one is allowed to retreat. Even if our chapter is destroyed! For the Emperor!"

So their fleet set sail, only to encounter the wrecked Seraph halfway there. Although the two warbands were somewhat at odds, they tacitly exchanged all the information they knew on this crucial matter.

Then both sides started to show some shark-like arms!

The intelligence provided by the Seraphim stated that after they issued the distress call, they received information that Imperial support would arrive in half a month.

Then, after setting sail, they encountered the Shark Squad, who had come to their aid. Including the time they met, and the time they spent arriving on Planet Les, it was exactly half a month!
This is such a damn coincidence!
The sharks were also completely bewildered. Finally, the representatives from both sides met and, after discussion, concluded that it was "the Emperor's power."

After providing the Seraphim with some necessary supplies, they all arrived here. Then came the orbital strike, and the airship landed.

But for some reason, their chapter leader, Tiberius, rejected all tactics and suitable landing and drop locations as soon as the chapter arrived over the planet.

All chapter members and mortal support troops were to land in one location in the hive, and a defensive position was to be built around that location.

Everyone fell silent as they stared at the seemingly impregnable position, especially after landing on the ground. The terrifying radiation and the glass-like crater at the center of their defensive fortifications spoke volumes about the brutal battle that had taken place there.

No one knows how that order came about, or where it came from.

All the members of their warbands, even the mortals, were busy with their own affairs from beginning to end. Then, suddenly, they received the warband's mobilization alert.

And then, what happened next!

Very strange!
And as the war continued, even they had suffered losses. This even forced the battle commander to awaken the Fearless and throw them into the fray as well.

Furthermore, they repeatedly appealed to the Empire for aid, but the response they received was always, "Hold your ground. Rescue will arrive soon!"

But given the Empire's track record... that would take at least a year and a half!
This angered some members, who started cursing loudly. But strangely, their battle commander, after receiving the reply, remained silent and calmly continued to command the battle.

They looked at each other, wondering if they would have already started cursing at each other by now.

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(End of this chapter)