The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Arnie stood at a high point, gazing at the distant battle through his telescope. The wind from the roaring cannons tugged at his coat, threatening to pull it off his shoulders.

His expression was somewhat displeased. There was no art in this kind of war, and the distant observation did not stir his emotions. For him, glory could only be found in the heat of battle, face to face with the enemy.

Most importantly, he wanted to personally lead the troops in an offensive against the enemy. That was true and solemn combat. Unfortunately, as a newcomer to the battlefield, his physiological instincts still held a fear of death. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have almost no chance to indulge his passion in this chaotic engagement.

So, he made a decision.

"Young Master."

A strong man in military uniform stood beside him, overlooking the same scene. His face was stern, with a bloody scar on his cheek. As one of the most powerful guards in the family, Muba Zun had once been a top bounty hunter in a hive city, responsible for countless dead wizards, mutants, and freaks. Later, he was framed and nearly executed, but Arnie's father rescued him and entrusted him with important tasks.

He was also Arnie's most trusted guard since childhood, often protecting him on his travels.

"You don't have to do this. The battlefield is dangerous, and even the most powerful warriors can't guarantee their safe return."

"Every great general is at the forefront during the fiercest battles to encourage the soldiers. Now they are wavering. I must stand with them. In Volume 19 of the Third Book of Macharius, when the warriors around him began to collapse, he charged forward alone, single-handedly stopping the rout. As the saying goes, a general must have the will to die, and soldiers must not be greedy for life."

"Then at least put on the Archeotech Armor that the master purchased from Necromunda."

"I don't want to appear like a coward in front of the soldiers, Muba Zun."

Saying that, Arnie extended his left hand. Muba Zun sighed softly and placed a small bottle on the other's black glove.

This was a combat stimulant, the most direct way for Arnie to overcome his physiological fear of death.

He took the bottle, twisted off the cap, and drank the light red liquid in one gulp.

"Next time, I won't need it."

After speaking, he threw the empty bottle on the ground, drew his command sword and pistol from his waist, and walked towards the battlefield. Muba Zun also picked up the heavy shotgun hanging on his leg and followed behind Arnie.

"Hold the line! Hold the line!"

The retreating Second Battalion quickly received assistance from the Third Battalion, but both battalions still struggled to withstand the surging enemy tide. The hastily established defense line was already on the verge of collapse.

"Almost got blown to hell! Our commander is really ruthless, just indiscriminate area-of-effect fire!"

Hashete cursed as he used his lasgun to target the advancing red figures. Then he turned his head to the side and shouted:

"Fuzzy! Are you ready yet!"

"Almost—almost there!"

Heavy gunner Cabry and Sheffen were still busy. The battlefield was filled with explosions, and the roaring rockets and cannons drowned out all shouts.

"Almost ready..."

When the heavy machine gun was finally secured on its mount, accompanied by a shudder and the sound of a bolt being pulled back, the long-silent muzzle suddenly spat out fire. Dense bullets instantly swept down a large swath of charging enemies.

Hayes and Fizz, and Branch were lying in a crater, also trying to shoot, occasionally throwing grenades forward to stop the enemy's advance. Many bodies were left on the battlefield, some of their own, some of the enemy. Hayes' squad's riflemen, Marco and Thomson, were both dead. Hayes didn't even see how they died, only catching a glimpse of Marco falling to the ground, clutching his neck and struggling as he fled, but he didn't have time to save him.

This was the first time Hayes had lost close comrades, which made him very sad and also sparked anger for the first time—he once didn't even know what hatred was.

He now hated those red guys very, very much, and just wanted to shoot them all dead!

Originally, their small number couldn't stop the enemy at all, but as the powerful artillery from the rear released deadly payloads one after another, the enemy's lines began to disintegrate under the artillery barrage, and many were annihilated by the fire.

But what was even more terrifying was not the artillery. Accompanied by a screaming whoosh, rockets fired from Chimera fire support vehicles rushed towards the battlefield, exploding in a chaotic inferno. Only a few deviated from their trajectory, landing closer to the defenders, or hissing and disappearing before falling to the ground far away.

With the help of the artillery barrage, the retreating Second Battalion finally had a chance to catch their breath. Several heavy machine guns were set up, firing rows of sharp bullets at the enemy, impacting stone and fragile flesh.

The entire battlefield was engulfed in billowing smoke, and soldiers fought to shoot in the dazzling clouds.

"Keep firing!"

Hayes' company commander roared, but his voice was almost inaudible in the noise.

"Prioritize eliminating those mutants!!"

Finally, as if to remind everyone of their unparalleled power, the artillerymen fired a final volley, the muzzles erupting with fire, emitting a huge, ground-shaking boom, sending the spinning projectiles into the open shooting range.

The sounds of impact echoed intensely between the dim vaults of the hive, round after round of shells slamming into the ground, the massive cannons and exploding rockets alternating in their bombardment, interspersed with scattered shrapnel.

At this moment, a horn sounded from behind. Hayes turned his head and saw the other companies of the regiment swarming from the rear, with Arnie, surrounded by many well-equipped guards, walking at the front. The regimental flag fluttered beside him. At this time, his face was flushed, his eyes were wide, the veins on his neck were slightly protruding, and he was holding his command sword high, shouting.

"Warriors! It's time to counterattack!!"

More horns sounded, a series of attack signals passing through the ranks.

With a roar, they charged forward like a pack of beasts, raising their rifles and yelling wildly.

In the smoke, the outlines of the enemy reappeared. The heretics had not given up their offensive. Although they had suffered heavy casualties in the shelling, they also believed that the opposing Imperial soldiers were at their limit.

However, the reality exceeded their expectations.

An entire regiment launched a counter-charge towards them like an overwhelming wave, especially the elite group in the center wearing black armor. They were more ferocious than the other soldiers around them, and their shooting accuracy and combat skills had reached the level of seasoned veterans, immediately dispersing the Red Corsairs infantry group that had been shattered by the shelling.

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