The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Just as Federico was greatly angered by being spat on by the alien, a spark suddenly erupted on his shoulder armor. The slight impact force caused him to instinctively maneuver while looking towards the direction of the attack.

An alien hybrid, with a female face, gritted her teeth and shot at him with a sniper rifle—the weapon of the alien he had just dissected. But without a doubt, her marksmanship was terrible.

At this moment, another warrior rushed towards her, raising a chainsword full of minced meat.

"Stop, she's mine!"

Federico roared, rushing towards her like a whirlwind. Yaya tried to aim at his head, but it was too late.

The Space Marine jumped off his bike, twisting the hilt of his sword and striking her chest, sending her tumbling head over heels with her limbs flailing. Her body slid across the gravel, while the anti-gravity bike gently landed to the side with the assistance of the autopilot system.

"Cough, cough—"

Intense pain enveloped her. Each breath felt like a red-hot knife stabbing through her ribs. She was sure all her sternum was shattered, but the blessing from the Emperor of Mankind kept her from dying immediately.

After turning over and spitting out a mouthful of blood, she tried to draw the pistol from her waist in a dizzy spell.

"Ah, very stubborn. Do you think this is bravery?"

A voice sounded, rough, loud, and full of pleasant humor.

Then, with a crack, Yaya screamed. A sharp pain came from her right hand—he had crushed her hand.

Immediately afterward, a force gripped her shoulder tightly, roughly turning her over, pressing her into the sand, almost grinding the flesh off her bones. Turning her head, she stared at his black goggles through blurred vision.

"Vermin like you should obediently be used as fuel in the incinerator!"

After a few seconds of trampling, he picked Yaya up like picking up a child from a crib.

"Defiling the sacred body of humanity with the filthy genes of aliens is truly unforgivable."

Then another voice came.

"There will be a more miserable end for this kind of filth. Send it to the Adeptus Mechanicus's laboratory. They will cut it into tens of thousands of thin slices to study aliens in order to better eliminate them."

Yaya had never thought of herself as a brave person, but at this moment, she suddenly had a strange sense of fearlessness. She tried to open her blood-caked eyes, bit her blood-stained teeth, and smiled at the giants.

"Do you think death scares me? My relatives and I have spent decades in chemical mines. We have seen countless things more terrifying than death. If the ultimate end of a short life is just a fragmented body and a mindless zombie used as a slave, then we would rather perish together with our enslavers!"

The next second, a slap hit her chin, causing her to spin in the air and fall to the ground. Shattered teeth fell out of her dislocated jaw.

"Shut up. You are just bugs enslaved by alien minds, unable to recognize the Emperor's eternal light like the sun."

"Sun."

Yaya said vaguely, two iron hands grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to kneel shakily on the ground, and every sob stirred up bursts of pain in her collapsing body.

"When will this sun disappear? We are willing to perish with it."

"Obstinate."

Even though the cold blade was against the back of her neck, Yaya was still muttering to herself.

"You can kill me, but you can't extinguish the spark, that fire—"

The next second, her head rolled off her neck.

At this time, a warrior with a communication backpack landed on an anti-gravity bike and said to Federico:

"Captain, communication from the Company Commander. He wants us to go to the designated area to intercept any aliens that may escape."

Federico turned his head.

"So, the attack has already begun?"

"Yes."

"Good, I understand."

Federico climbed back onto his bike.

"Go! Brothers, today's slaughter has just begun!"

"This refinery is very important, providing about 15% of the energy for the forge world, so pay attention not to destroy the main structure inside during the attack. In addition, considering the possibility of the enemy resorting to desperate measures and causing destructive damage, maintain a 'surround three, leave one' formation. Leave a gap of about thirty kilometers in the direction of Coking City and let them go. The troops should occupy the key storage areas as soon as possible to ensure that they are not deliberately destroyed and cause disastrous consequences."

Sorskyan and the company commanders participating in the battle were standing on the ruins of a man-made mountain. This mountain was made up of countless waste piles, extending for thousands of meters. Numerous similar building remains dotted the distant landscape. Collapsed islands rose from a deadly toxic swamp, and chemical pollution constantly permeated the nature of this planet—this was the sight of most forge worlds.

Following the direction of Sorskyan's finger, a huge building occupied the view in the distance. It was like an inflated sea urchin, born from the foul hydrocarbon smoke. Rows of chimneys and huge storage tanks sat like a nightmare in a shallow sea composed of its own waste. Sewage and industrial pollutants poured out of broken drainage pipes, forming a vast drainage network and flowing into the foul and flooded plains.

Sorskyan was not a person who liked to enjoy the natural style, but in this environment, he had to wear a filter on his mouth and nose to maintain a comfortable mood, which made his voice sound a bit dull.

"The enemy has deployed a certain amount of armored forces here. Although they are all modified tools, they are quite sturdy. After all, the Adeptus Mechanicus's engineering machinery is very durable. So, first use armored forces to force out the alien armored forces. The advantage is that the enemy does not understand our strength, so the number does not need to be too large. Let them have the illusion that they can defeat us. Therefore, only 4 Sicaran squads and 3 Brutalis Dreadnought squads will be arranged for the first battle. After the enemy's armored forces are lured out, the Adeptus Custodes will immediately launch an attack. The Second Company will control the storage area by means of airborne landings, and the First Company will control the control area. The arrangement of other companies remains unchanged."

After speaking, he clapped his hands.

"Okay, everyone, go back to your companies."

"Yes!"

After the company commanders left, Sorskyan turned and walked towards the temporary command post, which had already been set up with temporary antennas and flexible metal tarpaulins. It was filled with portable cogitators and a tactical display. Tech-Priests were busy here, and Terminators stood in every corner like statues.

After taking off his mask, Sorskyan passed through the crowd and soon arrived at a tent belonging to him, and picked up a small communicator.

After waiting for a moment, he whispered:

"How is it? Any discoveries?"