Chapter 116: The Mongorte Dynasty's Support

Chapter 116: The Mongorte Dynasty's Support

"Lord Scyvilla! It's a strike from orbit!" Kourda shouted to Scyvilla, looking at the constantly rippling void shield.

Scyvilla had a look of regret. Just as Lucan had thought, he had been hoping this orbital strike could destroy the entire hive city.

He didn't care if they were turned to dust along with it. With such a death, the Golden Throne of the God-Emperor would receive them, bringing them to the side of the great God-Emperor.

Their group's advance into the uphive district had been met with heavy obstacles. The area around the skull mound was heavily fortified.

Countless defensive works and hidden bunkers meant that every meter of their assault had to be paid for with lives.

The specialized artificer power armor he wore was now also covered in bullet marks and blade wounds.

Some attacks had even penetrated this suit of master-crafted power armor.

Even his augmented body was having trouble holding up.

Charging to this point had already resulted in heavy losses. The enemy's resistance was even more stubborn than he had imagined.

Aspice had even begun executing soldiers who showed fear, trying to use her iron fist to give the troops the courage to advance again.

More and more battle-automata were being destroyed. The Magos himself had already joined the battle personally, wielding his Axe of the Omnissiah.

The gene-enhanced warriors of the Kourda Dynasty had been almost completely wiped out; only a handful still tightly surrounded Aspice, protecting her.

And his own Inquisitorial acolytes had been decimated.

One battle psyker had even lost control due to overuse of his powers, and Scyvilla had been forced to kill him with his own hands.

The Astartes of the Deathwatch had also begun to suffer casualties.

Howles silently pulled his phase sword from the chest of a renegade.

Although these traitors who worshipped Khorne had not been able to kill them, they had still caused them a great deal of trouble.

The company's Apothecary was treating the wounded members, and more importantly, extracting the gene-seed of their fallen brothers.

The Deathwatch would not keep this gene-seed; it would either be handed over to the Inquisition or sent back to their original Chapters.

"There are too many of them. Based on our projections, it's already impossible for us to reach the mission objective. These renegades number at least a company, and those Khornate daemons often move with them."

Howles analyzed calmly. No matter how bad the battle situation, he had to keep a clear head.

"Inquisitor, perhaps we can try to destroy that shield generator. That way, the orbital strike can reach this hive city."

"Very difficult. I have some intelligence that elevators in the underhive can lead there, but do we really have the time now? Are our remaining forces sufficient to fight our way to the underhive?"

"Since neither path is viable, then we should retreat. There is no need to expend effective forces in a meaningless battle. We can wait and gather more troops later."

But Aspice roared loudly in response.

"Retreat? This is a betrayal of the God-Emperor! As the Emperor's Angels, how can you allow daemons to run rampant in His world! I, Aspice Kourda, will absolutely not retreat!"

"Calm down, Aspice! Anger will make you lose your reason! If this continues, you too will be influenced by the power of the Ruinous Gods!"

Scyvilla admonished Kourda. He didn't want to retreat either, but the reality was just as Howles had said.

If they failed to complete the objective and all died here, it would be a disaster for the entire Expanse. With the rulers of the two largest Dynasties and him, the Lord Inquisitor, all dead here, who would coordinate the big picture?

The Imperium proper was currently too busy to look after itself; it simply couldn't spare the forces to support them here.

Scyvilla tried to send a communication to the fleet in orbit. He had already decided to temporarily retreat.

And the warships in orbit also received Scyvilla's signal.

As the group continued to advance, their tracks were once again discovered.

"The enemy is coming again!" Howles replaced the magazine in his bolt pistol.

The roar of Bloodletters once again echoed in everyone's ears.

Gaerns of the Skulltakers warband now blocked their path, with twenty warband Astartes following closely behind him, while more renegades began to occupy advantageous terrain nearby.

Looking at Scyvilla and the others, Gaerns's fighting spirit was exceptionally high. An Inquisitor? And a high-ranking one at that.

What a suitable trophy. The heads of these people were much more valuable than those of ordinary Astartes.

Scyvilla tightly gripped the power maul in his hand. Whether they retreated or continued to attack, they first had to survive.

And the leader of the Skulltakers warband, Gaerns, also brandished the great axe in his hand. He had taken off his power helmet, revealing the gradually daemonizing face beneath.

His own squads had failed to take down this group of the False Emperor's followers. He could only come personally to take their lives. He just felt that his waist needed to be adorned with some more valuable trophies.

"For the God-Emperor! Fight! Fight to the last moment!" Scyvilla raised his power maul. The power emanating from the holy relic on his chest made the group of Bloodletters feel uncomfortable, but that was all.

A battle not meant for mortals began. The renegades, shouting prayers to Khorne, easily tore through human bodies with the great axes in their hands, but the loyalists' bolter fire was also taking their blasphemous lives.

Mortal soldiers launched a desperate charge against the enemy, praying in their hearts for the God-Emperor's protection.

Gaerns charged directly towards the strongest combatant among the loyalists, Howles.

Both sides had a reason they had to win.

Not only did the Imperial fleet receive Scyvilla's signal; Lucan also received it.

"These people are still alive?!"

And at this moment, Harald's communication also came through.

"Lord Lucan, my Great Company and I intend to launch an assault on the forces of Chaos."

"With just the fifteen of you?"

"Regardless, we must try!"

Lucan also knew that when his orbital strikes couldn't directly resolve the target, this was the only option.

The Stellar Pioneer had already conducted several strikes.

The warship's plasma engines couldn't maintain continuous firing.

The distorted space weakened some of the cannon's power, while the void shield's energy seemed endless.

Sending in soldiers for a drop assault had ultimately become the only solution.

He also didn't want this world to completely become a daemon world. At that time, the enemies constantly pouring out would be a huge threat to the worlds he had just occupied, and he himself would be forced to expend a large amount of resources in a meaningless war of attrition.

"My warriors and I will also go to this planet to stop them. Harald, let's move together."

"You're also participating in the battle?"

"You may not know, but I am the strongest one in the Dynasty!"

Lucan's words confirmed Harald's previous suspicions; he had long sensed that Lucan was no simple man.

Even Lucan himself didn't know what level he would reach if he fought with all his might now.

At the very least, if all the Night Sentinels came at him together, he could easily defeat them.

Kerrigan also wanted to go with him but was refused by Lucan. There wasn't enough time to grow the Swarm now. If things really went wrong, and his own life was endangered, Lucan needed to keep Kerrigan in reserve to directly warp the Swarm into the field.

She was one of the trump cards that served as Lucan's safety net.

The troops began to assemble. Large numbers of landing forces boarded drop pods, while Lucan and the Night Sentinels boarded the Space Wolves' Thunderhawk Gunship.

And their landing destination was precisely the location from which Scyvilla had sent the signal.

"Let's hope they can hold out until we arrive!"

Ten Gorgon-class vessels from the fleet, along with the Howl of the Frost Wolf, charged into the planet's atmosphere together.

And following them was a rain of falling drop pods.

The fleet composed of multiple Gorgons covered the entire hive city like a dark cloud.

And the Tech-Priests of the Cult of the Holy Machine, under the leadership of Pavian, also joined the ground operation.

Other branches of the Adeptus Mechanicus had their Legio Cybernetica, and they too had their own: a massive number of Widow Mines. The continuously produced Widow Mines had long since filled the warehouses.

Even Medivacs were ready to transport Thors to the ground.

(End of Chapter)

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