Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 8 The Encirclement Trap

The Astartes of the Seraphim Chapter firmly controlled the passage to the bridge, engaging in brutal firefights with the Chaos enemies pouring out from it.

The scale of the battles here is smaller than those fought by mortals on the planet's surface. But their brutality surpasses anything mortals can imagine.

The noise warriors that rushed out of the ship to surround the area did not immediately attack. Instead, they quietly formed a defensive formation and awaited the commander's orders.

Meanwhile, the Seraphim Warband, already surrounded, remained completely unaware of this, still exposing their backs to these noise warriors.

Then a Noise Warrior, who was significantly taller than the average person, slowly stepped out from behind the other Noise Warriors and stood at the very front.

The power armor he wore, twisted by the power of chaos, was of various shapes and sizes, with tentacle-like patterns that twisted and intertwined with each other.

In particular, the armor around his waist had transformed into some kind of unidentified shell-like structure, especially the protruding opening in the very center.

"The one the Lord of Pleasure sent us to find. He's in this chapter. Our efforts to lure them here were worthwhile." The Noise Warrior then turned to the others waiting beside him and said, "The Lord of Pleasure has given us his scent. Do not kill him. The Lord of Pleasure's orders must be obeyed."

With that, his crazed and greedy gaze turned to the Astartes fighting ahead, "Attack!"

The order was given instantly, in the next second. A barrage of fire instantly killed dozens of Astartes from the Seraphim Legion.

The sudden attack caught the entire Seraphic Angels Chapter completely off guard. No one expected so many Chaos Noise Warriors to suddenly appear behind them.

At this moment, some soldiers who were still fighting and unaware of the specific situation realized that they had fallen into a trap and that the initial intelligence was seriously wrong.

What was supposed to be a training exercise has turned into a trap.

Commander Afus was already severely injured. Although he had regained consciousness, he was only holding on under the influence of medication. In the event of a real battle, he would probably be no match for a new recruit who had just joined Astartes.

But at this moment, he was completely consumed by despair, regret, and anger. Incorrect intelligence, flawed judgment, and poor command had directly plunged his newly emerging battle group into a colossal disadvantage.

It's highly likely that the warband will be wiped out in this battle. Even if some manage to break through and survive, they will be a tiny minority. What can they do then? They can only wander, and if they're lucky, they might join another warband. If they're unlucky, they'll drift beyond the galaxy and be hired by wandering merchants as bodyguards.

He was filled with regret and anger, but his physical injuries forced him to watch helplessly as his soldiers, caught in the trap and ambushed, fell one by one.

Especially Altrance, who rushed over here after seeing himself wake up, trying to drag himself back to the safe cover.

He was intelligent and experienced. The cover provided by the boarding shield saved him from many fatal injuries.

But now they are facing a pincer attack.

A pink, fleshy, spiky tentacle suddenly lashed out, tearing through his boarding shield and breastplate, sending him flying backward. He crashed into the wall and slowly slid to the ground, motionless. Blood slowly flowed from the wound, forming a pool of blood in an instant.

He watched helplessly as the lights on the helmet slowly went out, plunging into darkness.

There was nothing he could do.

After this battle, Altrance will be able to have service nails. As one of the few traditions of their chapter, each warrior's service nail is forged by him personally and then blessed by the Curator of the Think Tank.

The conscript's badge is currently kept in his room. "Altrans..."

Leonster watched this scene without saying a word, only tears of blood streaming from the corners of his eyes. His eyes became bloodshot and red.

Silently, he picked up the chainsaw sword from the ground, which was now broken and unable to turn, and charged once again at the Chaos Demon who had just slapped the Think Tank Director As Teres away.

He didn't know who this demon was, nor how powerful it was. But at this moment, he was filled with boundless rage. He wanted to tear everything in front of him to shreds.

The demon Serindall, however, watched the tiny human charging towards him with amusement. He didn't reveal his full form, only reverting to his original size and showing some tentacles growing from his waist. (There was that movie, the one starring Uncle Ying, with that hermaphrodite character. The long, blue, spiky kind, you know what I mean.)
His casual strike that killed an Astartes had unexpectedly triggered such a strong emotional outburst from that Astartes; it was simply an unparalleled delight.

Moreover, especially the battle commander who had previously been trapped in his illusion, now, his regret, anger, and all sorts of negative expressions even intoxicated him.

Like an elegant nobleman savoring a fine wine, one experiences a sense of joy.

With a flick of its tentacle, it wrapped around Leonster and slowly lifted him in front of it. Looking at the enraged Astartes, its bloodshot eyes turning crimson...

Serindall smiled slightly, then his tentacles tightened abruptly. The sound of power armor shattering echoed through the hall. Leonster's angry and pained roar reverberated throughout the space.

But the next moment, a bolt of psionic lightning struck the tentacle directly, causing it to release its grip in pain. (Can you imagine what that felt like? If not, try electrifying your erection with a lighter's motor.)
He turned his head in annoyance and saw the think tank director, who had already stood up, charging towards him wielding a psionic hammer.

This hammer was given to him by an Astartes member dressed in full gray power armor during another mission against demons.

This signifies recognition of his bravery and resourcefulness during their joint operations.

Meanwhile, in the distance, when Valls saw Leonster fall to the ground and was seriously injured, he rushed over, grabbed him under the armpits, and dragged him back into the defensive line, away from the center of the battlefield.

At this moment, Valls's prosthetic arm was now empty; it had been damaged in the fight and was nowhere to be found.

He struggled to drag Leonster back to the bunker. The medic, who had just retrieved the gene seed, rushed over to treat him.

But Leonster waved his hand and looked at Vals. "You all saw it just now. The genetic manifestations of the Holy Blood Angel. Hehehe. Compared to the other brothers, I'm already considered good. In the end, I finally know where I came from."

Valls didn't speak, but instead snatched the medicine from the pharmacist's hand and treated and bandaged the patient.

“Brother, I know my physical condition very well. My heart has been crushed. The only thing keeping me going now are those potions.” He turned to the silent apothecary beside him and said, “Remove my gene seed.” Then he relaxed completely, looking at Vals with a teasing smile, “If you get the chance, teach that Yuanzhu brat a lesson. Make sure he experiences… our tradition of 60 strikes per second.”

“We all basically already know, because your thirst for blood has been evident for a long time. I even secretly brewed Bloody Mary for you in my room. It's absolutely to the liking of the Holy Blood Angels. Now all you have to do is accept the treatment, and then come to my room to drink it to your heart's content after the battle.” Valls seemed to be talking to himself, yet it also seemed like he was answering and comforting Leonster. But towards the end, his increasingly rapid speech made it impossible to understand what he was saying, like the incoherent ramblings of a mentally ill person.

Leonster remained silent, only smiling.

"For the Emperor!"

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Don't just stand there and watch! Tell me what needs improvement so I can make changes.

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(End of this chapter)