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Chapter 343: Chaotic Frenzy

The sky above Alpha-3 was torn apart by a rift in the warp, crimson lightning flashing through the clouds, as if the entire world was trembling. The fleet of the Chaos Alliance poured out of the rift, Khorne's bloodthirsty madmen, Tzeentch's cunning wizards, Nurgle's plague messengers, and Slaanesh's succubi—these forces, which should have been hostile to each other, were now unusually united, launching their fiercest attack on Russell's defenses.

"For the Blood God!" Khorne's bloodthirsty madmen swung their giant axes, their voices deafening like thunder. Their charge was like a red tide, instantly engulfing the front-line defenses.

"For the Lord of Pleasure!" The Slaanesh's succubi played their harps, their voices as sweet as poison. Their sonic attacks drove many warriors into a maddening hallucination, causing them to turn on each other.

Russell stood on the command platform, his "Bloodthirsty" entrenching tool gripped tightly in his hand. His gaze swept across the battlefield, his brow furrowed: "These demons... their power far exceeds our expectations."

Carleon's white wings unfurled in the gale, his power sword, "Holy Judgment," gleaming silver in the air. His voice was deep and resolute: "No matter how powerful the enemy, we will not back down."

A decisive battle between angels and chaotic demons has begun.

In the heart of the battlefield, Karion engaged in a fierce duel with a Slaanesh archdeacon. The archdeacon wielded a black spear, its tip wreathed in twisted psionic energy, each swing unleashing a burst of purple flames.

"Your wings are beautiful," the voice of the great demon Slaanesh was as slippery as a serpent, "Let me tear them off and make them into my cloak."

Carleon did not respond; his power sword thrust out suddenly, sparks flying as the blade clashed with the spear. The two figures moved swiftly across the battlefield, their wings and spear afterimages weaving a web of death.

However, the Great Demon Slaanesh's tricks were endless. In one confrontation, he suddenly threw a crystal that shimmered with purple light. The crystal exploded in mid-air, releasing a powerful illusion. Kallion's movements faltered slightly, and the black spear seized the opportunity to pierce his wing.

"Ah!" Carleon roared in pain as his wings were pinned to the ground by spears, his white feathers stained with blood.

Russell's gaze swept across the battlefield, and when he saw Carleon's predicament, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes. He raised the "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool, and his voice echoed throughout the army via the psionic network: "Everyone, break out immediately! We cannot be wiped out here!"

Arya raised her psionic staff high, its crystals radiating a dazzling light. Her psionic power formed a barrier, temporarily halting the Chaos Alliance's attack: "Go! I'll cover your retreat!"

Russell rushed to Carleon's side, slashing his entrenching tool at the Slaanesh. The Slaanesh's spear was deflected by the blade, and he let out an angry roar, but was forced to take a few steps back.

"Carleon, hang in there!" Russell helped the injured super soldier to his feet, golden psionic energy flowing around them, temporarily suppressing the chaotic corruption in the wounds.

Under the cover of Arya's psionic barrier, Russell and Carleon led the remaining troops in a difficult breakout. The pursuit of the Chaos Alliance was like a raging tide, but the golden-winged warriors tore a path to survival with their blood and glory.

As the last warship leaped into warp space, Russell stood on the bridge, gazing at the distant battlefield. A complex mix of emotions flickered in his eyes: "We've lost, but this isn't the end."

Carleon's white wings were stained with blood, and his voice was low and resolute: "We will return. Next time, we will wash away today's shame with blood and glory."

Arya's psionic staff glowed faintly, her gaze piercing through the void: "The machinations of Chaos have only just begun; we must be prepared."

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On the ruins of Alpha-3, the Chaos Alliance revels. The Slaanesh archdeacon brandishes his black spear, his voice brimming with triumphant joy: "Look! The angels have fled! Their glory is nothing more than this!"

Khorne's bloodthirsty madman roared a deafening battle cry: "This is only the beginning! We will stain the entire galaxy with blood!"

On the tower of Baal, Dante received Russell's battle report. His eyes gleamed with unwavering resolve: "Defeat is not terrible; what is terrible is losing faith. Russell, Carleon, Arya… they bought us time with their blood and glory."

Mephisto arrived at the command center and said, "We must regroup our forces and prepare for Chaos's full-scale attack."

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On the edge of the Alpha-3 system, Russell's fleet sailed slowly through the warp. The atmosphere on the bridge was heavy and oppressive; warriors silently tended to their wounds, the air thick with the stench of blood and acrid burning. Russell stood before the command platform, his gaze sweeping over the casualty report projected on the hologram—of the thousand Proto-Forged Space Marines, only six hundred remained, and two Super Angels had also perished. Their names were etched on the Chapter's monument of honor, but this honor could not mask the bitterness of defeat.

"We'll withdraw to Barr immediately," Russell's voice was low and firm. "We can't take any more risks."

Carleon's white wings trembled slightly, golden blood still seeping from his wounds, but his gaze remained sharp: "Lord Russell, now is the perfect time to counterattack. The demons think we've been defeated; they must be celebrating. If we launch a surprise attack, we can catch them completely off guard!"

Russell shook his head, a hint of weariness in his eyes: "Carlyon, your courage is admirable, but we must face reality. Our strength is still too weak to withstand any more losses."

Arya's psionic staff glowed faintly as she said, "Russell is right. The power of Chaos far exceeds our expectations; a hasty counterattack will only plunge us into a deeper predicament."

Although the defeat weighed heavily on Russell's mind, he also witnessed the fearlessness and power of the Super Angels in this battle. Those one hundred white-winged warriors, like a sharp knife amidst the Chaos Alliance's raging tide, tore a path of survival. Their strength, speed, and combat skills far surpassed those of ordinary Space Marines.

"If it were an ordinary Space Marine," Russell said in a low voice, "we might not even have a chance to break out."

A flicker of pride crossed Carrion's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by composure: "The Super Angel Warriors are indeed powerful, but we are not invincible. This defeat serves as a reminder that the power of Chaos should not be underestimated."

Russell's gaze drifted to the distant starry sky, his voice filled with unprecedented resolve: "From today onward, we must change our strategy. We must proceed steadily and cautiously, step by step. We cannot allow victory to cloud our judgment, nor can we be misled by the enemy's provocations."

Arya nodded, the light from her psionic staff illuminating her face: "We need more intelligence, a more refined plan. The intrigues of Chaos are unfathomable; we must proceed with caution."

The fleet slowly sailed towards Baal, the starlight shining on the warships' armor, as if washing away the dust of war from the warriors. Russell stood on the bridge, gazing at the distant starry sky. In his hand he held the "Blood Drinker" entrenching tool; the bloodstains on the blade had long since dried, yet it still emitted a faint golden psionic energy.

"This defeat is the price of our growth," Russell said softly, "but next time, we will reclaim everything that is rightfully ours with blood and glory."