Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

The noble commander's broken body hit the ground heavily, making a dull loud "bang". After the noble commander's broken body fell to the ground, there was no sign of movement, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Phew! Finally got rid of this monster."

The squadron leader looked at the motionless noble commander, stood up and couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and said with emotion.

This guy fought the defense soldiers for a full three minutes before being completely killed by the siege of eight people. If it weren't for the protection of those strange limbs and claws on his body, he would have been killed by the power weapons in the hands of the defense soldiers in the first moment of the fight.

"Captain, we can't let our guard down yet. Here," a squad leader reminded the squadron leader and handed him an item.

"I know it very well. You don't need to remind me." The squadron leader replied in a low voice.

Reaching out to take the object, he lowered his head and took a closer look, only to discover it was a melta bomb. The squadron leader immediately understood the captain's intention: he was to completely clean up the monster's corpse.

"Back off!" The squadron leader whispered a warning to the other soldiers.

"Yes!"

Several other soldiers quickly retreated, far away from the explosion range of the thermal bomb, fearing that they would be affected and injured by the explosion of the thermal bomb.

They didn't want to emerge unscathed from destroying the monster, only to be injured by a melta bomb after the battle. That would be a lifelong shame that could never be washed away.

The squadron leader also left with the other soldiers. After ensuring his own safety, he threw the melta bomb in his hand hard at the body of the noble commander.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded, and this time the noble commander's body was easily destroyed by the thermal bomb, leaving no trace.

When everything was completely over, the squadron leader heard the tank commander's praise from the communication channel:

"Well done, you have completely killed this monster."

"I told you that we can get rid of this monster, but you didn't believe it at first." The squadron leader said proudly to the tank commander.

The captain was not proud of killing the noble blessed by the evil god. This time, the eight people killed the monster without any harm, which was a result that many people could not replicate. Everyone had reason to be proud.

"Okay, you are the best." The tank commander also praised with a smile.

After killing the mutated monster, everyone felt relieved.

In the Warp, in the Crystal Maze.

Suspended in mid-air, Tzeentch stared indifferently at the magic crystal before him. This magical crystal possessed special magical powers that allowed Tzeentch to see any scene he wished to see.

What was being played in the crystal at this moment was the entire process of the noble commander being ruthlessly killed by the defense soldiers.

However, what Tzeentch could not have imagined was that this guy who had received his personal blessing was so vulnerable that he could not even defeat a few ordinary human soldiers. This sudden change made Tzeentch very annoyed and angry.

"Haha, what a useless trash! This guy who was blessed by the great God of Magic can't even defeat a few ordinary human soldiers. It's such a waste of my strength!" Tzeentch roared angrily.

Although Tzeentch possesses the ability to directly perceive everything, due to his power over change, even Tzeentch himself often sees hundreds of thousands of different outcomes.

This often leads to plans going awry, which makes Tzeentch, a god who loves to have fun, prefer to observe the results slowly to gain more pleasure.

After his anger, Tzeentch calmed down again: "Since the coordinates of this real universe have been destroyed, let's continue looking for the next physical coordinates!"

Tzeentch went to great lengths to find the whereabouts of the time traveler, so he decided to go out in person and bestow divine grace on the noble commander, hoping that he would become extremely powerful and kill more mortals as sacrifices for himself.

If the Star Army had not launched its first expedition, Tzeentch would have had no chance of finding the artist's location. After all, the number of lives in the galaxy was too vast, and even Tzeentch was often unable to do so.

After the Star Army launched its first expedition, the fate of countless galaxies was changed, which attracted the attention of Tzeentch.

As long as there are enough soul sacrifices, Tzeentch can use the power of this medium to tear a hole between the warp and the real universe, releasing a large number of demons into the real world to cause trouble for the traverser.

What Tzeentch wants most is the soul of the artist. For the evil god of the Warp, no matter what he does, he cannot do without the sacrifice of souls.

However, the development of the matter was beyond Tzeentch's expectations. Even though he personally blessed the noble commander, he was still easily killed by a few ordinary soldiers, which made Tzeentch's plan fail.

You know, if it weren't for Tzeentch's blessing, this noble commander probably wouldn't be able to last a single round when facing the squadron leader of the defense army.

Although this plan failed, Tzeentch was not discouraged, but continued to look for new targets.

For Tzeentch, a guy who has been defeated time and time again, one failure is nothing. For Tzeentch, he can fail countless times, as long as he succeeds once, he can easily achieve his goal.

After everyone rested for a while, the squadron leader stood up and loudly gave orders:

"Everyone, listen carefully. Although we have achieved a phased victory and eliminated that monster,

But the battle is not over yet, we must continue to advance and not give the enemy a chance to breathe!"

His voice echoed in the communication channel, inspiring every soldier.

The soldiers and combat robots who were sitting on the ground to rest heard the squadron leader's order, and they all got up from the ground and sorted out their equipment.

Their faces were filled with determination and their eyes were shining with desire for victory.

The inner city of the giant industrial city was now in chaos. The noble coalition forces were being beaten back by the fierce attacks of the defense forces, their once solid defenses being breached one by one.

However, despite suffering heavy losses, the coalition of nobles still resisted stubbornly, constantly shrinking their defense lines and trying to reorganize an effective defense.

The soldiers of the defense army encountered an unprecedented hard battle in the inner city. These private soldiers of the noble coalition possessed powerful combat capabilities. They were well-trained, coordinated, and equipped with extremely sophisticated weapons. They were simply not comparable to ordinary star army soldiers.