Chapter 117: The Inquisitor's Righteousness
Chapter 117: The Inquisitor's Righteousness
Scyvilla gasped for breath, his body already at its limit. The last bullet in his boltgun had been fired. Under the siege of the Skulltakers and daemons, even the Deathwatch were down to their last seven men.
The bodies of loyalists and traitors were mixed together. The renegades were not faring well either.
The Magos from the Adeptus Mechanicus had been pounced upon and killed by a dozen Bloodletters after he had slain several Astartes himself.
Scyvilla never thought he would die here.
But a noise from above made everyone unable to help but look up. Transport ships carrying giant Thors were descending directly towards the uphive.
"Knights?! What kind of combat mechs are those?!"
Not only that, but a gunship bearing the insignia of the Space Wolves flew towards their position.
After a barrage of fire cleared the area and pushed back the nearby Skulltakers, Lucan and his Night Sentinels, along with the Space Wolves, leaped down from the low-hovering gunship.
The boisterous Wolves charged towards the enemy at the first opportunity.
"For Russ and the Allfather!"
Also ferocious melee warriors, facing these Space Wolves, the Khornate renegades could no longer gain an advantage in close combat.
During the Great Crusade era, the Space Wolves were the Emperor's executioners. Their specialty was dealing with other Astartes.
And after so many years, the Wolf Chapter still retained its traditions.
Harald's appearance successfully relieved Howles from his temporary predicament.
However, Gaerns was also stronger than imagined. Under the enhancement of the constant battles in the Warp and the power of Khorne, he actually managed to parry the attacks of both men.
The Night Sentinels, meanwhile, targeted the Bloodletters. If the Space Wolves were specialists in fighting Astartes, then the Night Sentinels were specialists in fighting these entities from the Warp.
To the daemons, their attacks were like a constant stream of critical hits. After being trained by the Space Wolves, their combat effectiveness was once again amplified.
Their fighting style was even more brutal than that of the Khornate Bloodletters.
The spectacle of tearing daemons apart with bare hands was not common in this world. The Blood Punches they unleashed could even shatter a daemon, and the souls of these daemons were also being absorbed by this group of Night Sentinels.
A large number of landing Raiders also joined the battle.
Lucan, this time, could be said to have brought more than half his entire fortune and forces. The total army of Agathos was one million, and this time he had brought a full 500,000.
Even if not all were of the elite Raider formations, their combat effectiveness was not to be underestimated. Fire suppression, melee, medical support – they were an all-around force.
Almost all the various types of StarCraft weapons and equipment had been brought along. The Siege Tanks at the thoroughfares and the ubiquitous Widow Mines were enough to give the enemy a hard time.
And the firepower of the Thors was fully sufficient to destroy any defensive works built by the enemy forces.
Scyvilla and Aspice had already lost their ability to fight.
The two of them, covered in wounds, collapsed on the ground, witnessing the scene before them.
How much strength had this Lucan Mongorte been hiding…
They had guessed that the number of combat suits Lucan traded was only a small fraction, but they had never expected the difference in quantity to be this great.
If this was what he could bring out, then what he kept at home would only be more.
And those various armored vehicles they had never seen before – Lucan didn't even have enough for his own use, so he hadn't traded any. And this time, he could be said to be displaying his true strength before everyone.
And Lucan also targeted the strongest enemy here.
No longer using a power sword, the captured power klaw on his right hand was now covered in a powerful force field.
Gaerns struggled to parry the attacks of Harald and Howles.
He had thought the previous enemies were the strongest force of the False Emperor's followers, but what was the result? There were still more to make a grand entrance.
Those individuals who were not Space Marines could actually tear Bloodletters apart with ease, and his own warband's Astartes were actually no match for these people.
And those mortal soldiers were all wearing combat suits identical to power armor?
These Astartes who worshipped Khorne were not madmen completely consumed by the desire for battle.
Gaerns knew his losses this time were already great enough. Nearly half of his warband members had already died in battle. If he lost any more, he could imagine that upon returning to the Warp, he wouldn't even be able to stop other warbands from absorbing his own.
These opposing warriors were too bizarre. But just as he was about to exert all his strength to repel Harald and Howles, an even faster figure rushed to his side.
His powerful dynamic vision allowed him to see the newcomer's appearance clearly. It was a mortal?!
The opponent's power klaw was already smashing towards his chest. It was too late to block. The opponent's speed was astonishing. At this moment, the most appropriate method was to abandon defense and force the opponent back with a similar attack.
Gaerns was very confident in his own strength. His chainaxe swung towards Lucan's breastplate. In his mind, this one axe blow, while sending Lucan flying, could also pierce his armor and take his life!
"For the Blood God!!"
However, Gaerns discovered that Lucan showed no intention of dodging or blocking at all. The power klaw still smashed towards his chest.
"You want to take me down with you? With just you, a mere mortal?"
But when his chainaxe, imbued with the profane sorcery of the Warp, struck Lucan, he discovered that it only left a gash on the opponent's armor. His full-strength blow couldn't even cut through the opponent's armor?!
And his vaunted strength only pushed Lucan back a single small step?
If adamantium armor could be so easily cut through, it wouldn't be known as virtually the hardest metal.
And Lucan's own strength was astonishingly high.
One wrong step leads to another. By the time Gaerns discovered his attack did not have the desired effect, it was already too late.
The force field on the power klaw began to disintegrate the power armor on Gaerns's body. The thick ceramite was now no different from paper.
When Lucan's fist penetrated Gaerns's chest and was retracted, it only left a massive hole in the opponent's chest.
All his organs had stopped functioning. Gaerns felt his consciousness gradually fading. He never would have thought that he would come to reap a windfall but end up losing his own life.
Harald also couldn't help but stare intently at Lucan. He knew Lucan was strong, but he had never expected him to be this strong. He calculated in his mind; if it were him, he definitely wouldn't have had even a sliver of a chance of victory.
With Gaerns's death, the remaining Skulltakers were no longer a threat. Even just facing the massive number of Marines was a struggle for them, let alone the remaining Deathwatch and the newly joined Space Wolves.
However, after killing Gaerns, Lucan's expression did not relax. He had a vague feeling of being watched, a gaze from within the Warp.
His and the Night Sentinels' slaughter seemed to have already attracted Khorne's attention.
"This is not a good sign."
And the Warp energy within the entire Spire District was also growing denser. The continuous slaughter was fueling the descent of more of Khorne's power into this world.
"Lucan," Scyvilla called out weakly.
Lucan came to Scyvilla's side. If not for his incredible physical modifications, the blood loss would have been enough to kill Scyvilla.
"Medic, treat him first."
Relying on the Medic's nano-healing, Scyvilla's condition visibly improved.
He struggled to sit up, leaning against a wall.
"Lucan, the Chaos ritual is nearly in its final stage. It's in Caligos's palace. If we don't stop them now, it will be too late! For the God-Emperor, for the Imperium, you must stop him! You are the God-Emperor's Living Saint; you must bear this responsibility!"
Scyvilla also looked at the distant palace district. He knew that with his own strength, it was already impossible to stop the ritual. The only one he could rely on was Lucan.
And Scyvilla's next words moved even Lucan.
"Have your soldiers help me! I will lead the warriors of the Imperium to the shield generator beneath the hive city! This planet is beyond saving; Exterminatus is ineffective. In the end, whether you win or lose, this planet must be destroyed. I will attempt to overload the subterranean shield generator.
The massive amount of energy might be able to detonate the energy within the planet's core, completely tearing this planet apart. No matter what, this planet cannot be allowed to fall into the hands of Chaos."
Scyvilla's face was filled with grim determination.
Lucan also knew that if they really did this, the people below would have almost no time to evacuate.
(End of Chapter)
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