As long as you die, you are invincible, but in 40K

run.

The Space Marine who got the ammunition ran without hesitation, while behind him, the footsteps of the technical sergeant stopped.

In this extreme situation, letting one person run is the common choice of both parties.

The Primaris Space Marine's superhuman physique was clearly revealed at this moment. Without having to worry about so many things, his figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and he passed through one passage after another at a high speed while firing.

But it was precisely this superhuman physique that allowed him to clearly hear the silent sound of the chainsaw sword, the sound of his brothers being chewed and drowned by those evil demons... and the conversations of friendly forces in front of him, even after running such a long distance.

The tech sergeant's sacrifice was not in vain, at least he still had a chance to reach the unoccupied area - one person fighting for even one more Terran minute was more valuable than two people dying without making any contribution.

After turning the last corner, light suddenly appeared in the dark passage.

At the other end, two Space Marines stood in front of the open hatch, and light was coming from the cabin behind them.

He looked carefully and found that one of them was his brother, while the other was slightly different. He was holding a power halberd and wearing a gray-white variant of the Terminator armor.

Those people, were they called the Grey Knights? If I remembered correctly, they were a special chapter dedicated to dealing with demons. Their actions had previously been extremely secretive, and it wasn't until the Primarch's return that their existence became public, which was why we were able to fight alongside them.

These Grey Knights had originally planned to rush to Baal with them, but an accident happened afterwards... causing them to be trapped in this warp along with their own side.

Just as he was thinking this, the Space Marine suddenly caught sight of the flash of a grenade launcher, and then he felt the pain of his body being hit and torn apart.

"Why are you attacking me?"

Two voices murmured together, echoing in the corridor.

The twisted flesh that clung to his back and penetrated every crevice of the power armor pieced together a human face, and asked together with the Space Marine:

"Why don't you accept your brothers?"

Click.

There was a crisp sound as the ceramic steel armor was torn apart from the inside. The rapidly expanding body directly broke through the power armor in the blood flowers brought by the continuous firing of explosive shells, violently slammed the bulkhead of the corridor, and rolled towards the opposite side.

A Grey Knight stepped forward, and the Space Marine standing beside him shouted to the few remaining battle-brothers in the cabin:

"Hold on! The call for help has been answered, for the Emperor, for Baal!"

Chapter 268: Go to the Primarch!

Behind these Space Marines, a small group of mentally broken Astra Militarum soldiers and a group of civilians gathered together. At first glance, there were thousands of them, and several company flags were erected in front of them.

The company flags showed that they were four battle companies belonging to the Weepers Chapter - all of them were now in ruins. The 400 Primaris Space Marines who had just been replenished not long ago were now reduced to less than half.

These nearly two hundred Space Marines, dozens of accompanying Grey Knights, and the survivors protected behind the company flags were the last living people on the entire strike cruiser.

The Weepers did send people out to search and rescue, but they gained nothing except the casualties of more than a dozen brothers.

Ultimately, this move, which could have further weakened the defenses, had to be stopped by the Grey Knights, leaving only the distress signal that continued to be released as a signal source to remind as many possible survivors as possible of the location of the last unoccupied area.

But, honestly, survivors?

Right now, the situation on the last line of defense has become extremely bad. The only armed forces that can resist are the Space Marines. Are there really other survivors... It's not that the Astra Militarum don't want to provide help, but they can't do it now.

Not to mention fighting, even looking directly at those monsters beyond the limits of human cognition requires great courage and mental exhaustion. Although the Astra Militarum is the elite among mortals, it is still within the scope of mortals. Many people have fallen into a state of collapse in the continuous fighting.

Of course, many more people died.

Most Astra Militarum troops chose to detonate the entire cabin they were responsible for defending before losing it to prevent it from becoming a habitat for monsters. This not only dragged down the monsters that poured in, but also resulted in the Astra Militarum casualties being counted in units.

Instead, only the most elite soldiers were able to adhere to the order to retreat deep into the enemy territory and continue fighting until they were mentally exhausted.

As for why the composition of this ship's people is so complicated?

It all started with the Weepers' small acts of kindness, which were also the reason they found themselves in their current situation.

Not long ago, after receiving the Primaris reinforcements from Guilliman, the Weepers were barely replenished to the size of a Codex Chapter.

This was unprecedented. Before the replenishment of the Primaris, the Weepers had long been reduced to only three understaffed battle companies.

You know, this also includes a company of recruits, which means that the actual combat force is only two remnant companies, which is very close to the edge of annihilation.

This situation was also the reason why they did not participate in the Battle of Baal in the first place. Dante summoned all the Blood Angels chapters distributed throughout the galaxy, but only rejected the support request of the Weepers.

The reason is simple: there are too few Weepers and their equipment is too poor.

Not to mention supporting Baal, the group is likely to be wiped out during the long journey to Baal.

Then why are they on their way to support Baal now?

Because as soon as the Primaris were replenished, the Lamenters tried to contact Dante again to request to go to Baal to fight... However, all attempts to contact him fell on deaf ears.

Although we know that the reason for the lack of contact is that the Great Rift has caused inconsistent time flow in various places on the dark side, making the time flow in the galaxy where Baal is located different from that in the outside world, the few months of its internal defense war have passed for decades in the outside world, so naturally we cannot contact him.

But the Weepers were unaware of this, and even Dante himself only learned of this after the arrival of reinforcements led by Guilliman himself.

They had to make the most pessimistic plans for this:

The defense has been lost, Baal has been destroyed, and they are the only remaining Blood Angels bloodline in the galaxy.

So, after leaving behind half of the people, including the recruit company, to continue the bloodline, the remaining Weepers boarded the strike cruiser and embarked on the journey to Baal.

If Baal is still holding on and cannot be contacted for other reasons, then they are reinforcements. But if by any chance, Baal has really been desecrated by those aliens, then they and the strike cruisers moving at full speed under their feet will turn into heavenly fire and fall directly into the atmosphere of the planet. After completing the final contact with the bloodline of all the Blood Angels, they will use their own destruction to wipe out the entire surface of the planet.

However, just like countless accidents that had happened before, this time, misfortune also fell upon the heads of the wailers as expected.

Baal is encased in the Dark Side, so in order to reach Baal, the Weepers must first pass through the only passage connecting the Light Side and the Dark Side.

And that's the problem.

The Battle of Vigil Star had not yet ended when they arrived at the outer edge. After Abaddon personally arrived on the battlefield, most of the Imperial reinforcements were intercepted outside by the raging Warp... Although the Weepers were not reinforcements, they also had to pass through Vigil Star, so by coincidence, they were also blocked outside.

To this end, they made a risky decision in a hurry, trying to forcibly break through the violent subspace under such circumstances.

Then he was swept away as expected.

Along with them was a ship full of civilians that had been rescued previously, Astra Militarum soldiers who were willing to help, and Grey Knights who had hitched a ride.

Even more unfortunately, there was a small number of Genestealers mixed in with the civilians, which led to the destruction of Geller's position after the trek by their suicide attacks, and ultimately the situation evolved to its current point in a very short period of time.

To be honest, at this point, the Weepers no longer have any expectations for the "reinforcements" that responded to them not long ago. They said those words before just to comfort the civilians.

According to the observation signals, one of the support objects was between 20 and 30 kilometers long and passed by the sides of the ship with amazing flexibility.

Rather than support ships, they looked more like some kind of terrifying and massive subspace natives, imitating human behavior and responding to their distress signals while preying on them.

Just as this despair was spreading as the casualties continued to grow, some strange phenomena occurred.

First of all, the number of those warp demons seemed to be decreasing, and the intensity of the attack was not gradually increasing, but the opposite.

They didn't think their remaining men could kill the demons faster than they could be replenished, so were there no other companions to support them? Or were they distracted by something else?

Secondly, there was a strange noise approaching... Wait, something's wrong, why is it approaching so fast?

Just as this thought came to my mind, a huge figure emitting a faint glow in the dark environment appeared at the end of the corridor.

He has loose golden hair, is four meters tall, holds a spear in his hand, has huge wings on his back, and has a handsome face like a woman. He also has the power to dispel countless evil demons with a wave of his hand.

Guess what the answer is?

The weepers did not guess.

Witnessing this moment, the Captain of the Weepers could no longer contain his emotions. Tears welled up in his eyes as he shouted to his brothers:

"To the Primarch!"

Chapter 269: The Weeper: Father! Perveti: Father. (Additional chapters)

This sentence was shouted not only to remind other brothers, but also to test whether this was an illusion.

If he was the only one who saw it, then nine out of ten times there was something wrong with him. But if nearly two hundred battle brothers, plus dozens of Grey Knights who were extremely resistant to illusions, could also see it, then it was almost impossible to be an illusion.

As for the appearance of the original body?

You know, in a fight without any bottom line, there must be a reason why certain things don't happen.

For example, why don't rival demons disguise themselves as their respective archdaemons to wreak havoc? Why don't demons try to provoke the Blood Angels' Black Rage by impersonating Horus or Sanguinius?

Could it be that they have a very high moral bottom line and adhere to certain ethics in these aspects?

Talking about morality with the devil is pure joke. The only possibility is that doing so will lead to some unaffordable cost, so that the return may be far less than the investment, which is why such tactics have not appeared in the past ten thousand years.

So, the moment the communication channel became noisy, the company commander started moving without hesitation, and rushed out like an arrow.

Yuan, how can I live without you!

Facing the genetic father who had been separated from his bloodline for ten thousand years, this was the only thought left in his mind.

However, if this encounter was a sudden and endless surprise for the Weepers, then for Perveti it was like accidentally walking into a large gathering of the Bhagwans.

A group of people, some wearing helmets, some not wearing helmets, some crying, and some whose expressions cannot be seen through the helmets.

But they were all bright yellow, and a group of dwarfs, taller than the little kid... were rushing towards him.

Not only did they charge, but they also howled some incomprehensible words:

"We have lived up to your bloodline!"

"Father, Father! Why did you have to be separated from us for ten thousand years!"

"Please lead us again, Father!"

"..."

very noisy.

Perveti thought so, so she stretched out a hand and pressed it forward, trying to signal them to be quiet.

Well, the effect is very good and it is quite obedient.

Then, looking at the enemies filling the corridor on the other side, she threw out her spear.

Of course, this scene, which is ordinary for Perveti, must be slightly different in the eyes of the wailers. It can be said that there is a little bit of artistic processing and filters.

Everyone present was absolutely certain that what they saw was this:

The majestic figure of his genetic father first emitted boundless scorching light, which could make people feel warmth penetrating into their bones even in the extremely dark and twisted subspace. Then, he twisted his body around and showed everyone an extremely sacred posture.

I saw his armor-covered hand raised up and then pressed down a short distance.

During the action, everything seemed to freeze for a moment, even the most violent demons stopped moving completely, and the wailers who vaguely realized what their genetic father wanted to express were so sad and ashamed that they even forgot to make a sound.

There is no doubt that the Father of Genes must have witnessed the current state of the empire before. That action must have been expressing that the current empire is no longer as good as before the Great Crusade. This empire, which is like a bloated corpse, barely relying on its own weight to float on the endless ocean, must have made him feel extremely sad.

This situation is caused by his descendants' failure to fulfill their responsibilities, because they failed to...

No, this is not blaming them!

After withdrawing his hand, the Primarch raised his spear again amid the weeping of the Weepers, a mixture of blood and tears.

Yes, that's right. What they should do is not to dwell on the shortcomings of the past, but to use the weapons in their hands, to use iron and fire to drive away all enemies of the empire!

After realizing this truth, in front of everyone's sight, his genetic father finally revealed an extremely kind smile from his serious expression, as if with a hint of approval.

How great, how glorious!

Deep within the body of every weeper, a new strength seemed to be constantly surging to every limb and bone, dispelling all the fatigue and weakness they had accumulated during the battle.

And the next moment, after revealing his star-like and infinite wisdom to his offspring, the Primarch poured out his wrath on the enemies of the Empire, on those hateful demons of the Warp.

At a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, the spear that was originally in the Primarch's hand was thrown out.

The very next moment after the spear disappeared from the Primarch's palm, the demons crowded in the corridor at the other end were swept away without any surprise. They didn't even have time to resist or escape, and were instantly turned into powder after the attack passed by.

Without any resistance, the spear that seemed to be burning with golden flames was nailed to the wall on the other side in an instant, and soon after it disappeared and reappeared in the hands of the Primarch.

Just being able to witness this scene, just being able to witness their own Primarch's actions and witnessing his return to the world, in the hearts of the Weepers, this honor is enough to surpass all the praise they have won before.

This is worth dying for...

However, as if the shock they had experienced today was not enough, another light source appeared.

She was a silver-haired woman with wings on her back and a halo on her head. She held a long sword in her hand and wore a robe that was spotless even in such an environment. She emitted a softer golden-white light, different from that of the original body.

Is it... a living saint?