"Is the situation very bad?" Minka asked.
"The situation is indeed very bad." Valdir shrugged. "When we got close to the material universe, we received the latest information about the rebellion in the Conni system. The enemy has captured most of planet Conni I. Including the surface manufactories, mining areas, and the capital city have all been taken by them. Our mission is to take them back and ensure they are as intact as possible."
"What caused them to rebel?" Minka asked. "What did the higher-ups say? Was it an overseer revolt, or excessive oppression by local magnates?"
"It's the Great Rift." Valdir's voice held a trace of sadness. "Because of our failure, they descended into madness."
Hearing this, Minka also showed a trace of sadness.
They were supposed to protect the Imperium.
Cadia stood as the most crucial link in containing the expansion of the Eye of Terror.
Yet they failed.
The Despoiler completed his plan.
Cadia was destroyed, the Eye of Terror expanded, and countless worlds fell into despair and darkness.
The poor civilians consequently descended into madness.
Few could resist the effects of the Great Rift.
They would become increasingly radical.
The monsters lurking in the shadows would also grow increasingly insane.
Mutants and rogue psykers surged, and many worlds cried out for help.
This was a terrifying crisis humanity had never faced before.
And the reason for all of this was because they failed to protect Cadia.
They had failed the Imperium's expectations.
Minka didn't continue the conversation, her face unable to hide her pain.
The children of Cadia had lost everything.
Their comrades, their honor, their home.
Before long, the pulsing warp pressure aboard the ship disappeared.
Replacing it was the low rumble emitted by the plasma drives.
This was proof that the transport ship had exited the warp.
With the help of the tech-priests, the gravity generators readjusted their parameters, ensuring the ship could sail smoothly towards planet Conni.
The fleet commander quickly confirmed the situation in the Conni system.
The rebels had not yet seized control of the void; there was still a chance to salvage the situation.
After deliberation, the commanders decided to land and retake planet Conni I.
Executing orbital bombardment on a planet occupied by rebels was a foolish decision.
The factories and cities controlled by the rebels were the Emperor's property, a crucial asset for the Primarch's Indomitus Crusade.
Far more valuable than the rebels themselves.
The best approach was to use ground forces to reclaim them.
After several military meetings.
The troop transports entered low orbit around planet Conni I.
They would deploy ground forces to reclaim the Emperor's precious heritage.
In the breakfast mess hall, Minka collected her breakfast.
A portion of fried ant meat, a reconstituted egg, and a cup of synthetic milk.
She found a random seat and silently ate the food on her tray.
The other Cadian soldiers were as silent as she was.
Their homeland had been blasted into a pile of asteroids scattered in space.
No one could smile after something like that.
Valdir sat down opposite Minka with his food. "Did you see the news?"
"What is it?" Minka said distractedly.
"You don't know? The Primarchs! The Emperor's own sons, the Thirteen Primarchs, have addressed the Imperium. You really missed out if you didn't see the parade video.
Tens of thousands of brand new Emperor's Angels, and even more Astra Militarum legions, Titans, and the most incredible thing is, they have many war machines as big as moons!"
"I heard those war machines can rip apart enemy fleets just with gravity. The ork battle moons, you know about those, right?!"
Valdir became very excited when he talked about this.
He gestured with his hands while eating.
That awe-inspiring parade made him realize for the first time just how powerful humanity was.
With that expeditionary force led by the Primarchs, even Abaddon the Despoiler would be forced to retreat in defeat.
Too strong, outrageously strong.
Hearing about the ork battle moon, Minka's spirits lifted slightly.
She hadn't experienced combat against orks, but while studying at the military academy, her instructors had taken her to visit the weapons archives of the galaxy's xenos forces.
The ork battle moon was definitely a grave threat to the Imperium.
It was said that during the War of the Beast, a battle moon had hovered over Terra.
That time, the Imperium of Man was arguably on the brink of collapse.
Just one step away from destruction.
In the hearts of many of the Imperium's military researchers, the battle moon was far more terrifying than a Blackstone Fortress.
"What about the ork battle moon?" Minka looked up and asked.
"They say those terrifying war machines wielded by the Primarchs destroyed an ork battle moon with just one shot," Valdir said excitedly. "Just one shot! It wiped out the fleet of the Ork Warboss 'The Incinerator,' annihilated the ork empire's void power, and laid the foundation for victory."
Minka and several nearby Cadian soldiers looked at Valdir, their eyes showing, 'Are you kidding me??'
Destroyed an ork battle moon with one shot!!
Do you even know what kind of concept that is?
Destroying a battle moon with one shot is equivalent to being able to destroy a planet with one shot?
Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?
Is today April Fool's Day??
Are you going to play such a low-class joke on us??
"I'm telling the truth, look at this." Valdir took out his data-slate.
The information and data video inside were obtained from the astropathic Communications department.
As he clicked play, a magnificent Human fleet appeared on the screen, and everyone couldn't help but marvel at its scale.
However, this was not the main highlight of the video.
They only saw, behind the fleet, that colossal semi-circular structure, which, at the height of the void battle, emitted a brilliant, bright light, powerful enough to illuminate the entire void.
It swept away and destroyed all ork ships in its path.
Those ork ships couldn't even retaliate; they were utterly annihilated in that brilliant light.
The displayed footage left Minka and the nearby Cadian soldiers completely dumbfounded.
Soldiers from the adjacent tables also crowded over.
Seeing the scene of overwhelming destruction, they all widened their eyes.
The ork battle moon slowly disintegrated in the beam.
Plasma magma erupted from the cracks, like leaking core magma.
A series of explosions appeared on the battle moon's surface, engulfing numerous ork factories in a sea of fire.
When all the dust finally settled, the massive battle moon was slowly disintegrating in the void.
Some debris was pulled by the planet's gravity, slowly falling towards the surface, erupting in even more intense flames as it frictioned against the atmosphere.
Seeing the scene displayed on the data-slate, Minka was utterly shocked.
She tried hard to say something, but found her mind was already blank from shock, unable to articulate anything.
After holding it in for a long time, she finally managed to say one sentence.
"So powerful!!"
The others were no better off than Minka.
All were utterly stunned.
Stunned speechless, they took a long time to recover.
When they saw Guilliman's impassioned speech, calling upon all of humanity throughout the Imperium to unite and fight together against humanity's great enemy, their stunned feelings transformed into fervor.
They couldn't help but cheer along with the parade participants in the video.
To fight bloody battles for the Primarchs, slay the enemy, and forge the Emperor's lost dream anew.
After breakfast, Minka and the others' feelings of loss were swept away.
They had lost Cadia.
And they had lost the honor of the Cadians.
But they believed that under the leadership of the Primarchs, they would surely reclaim everything the Cadians had lost.
They would beat the Chaos forces soundly, telling those damned daemons and traitors that the Cadians had never been defeated.
Valdir was also gratified by the video's effect.
This was precisely the Primarchs' intention: to revitalize the many loyalists across the Imperium.
To make them understand that the battle between humanity and the warp was far from over, and that humanity had merely lost a single round temporarily.
Soon, humanity would retaliate, making Chaos and the traitors pay a heavy price.
After breakfast.
New orders came down.
Several Cadian regiments would be deployed for ground combat.
After entering low orbit, the power of the troop transport's plasma drive engines was reduced to the minimum.
The previously somewhat noisy hum also became as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
The Cadian soldiers, with everything packed, walked onto the disembarkation deck in sequence, carrying their packs.
The regiment's heavy supplies were being loaded by servitors equipped with power loaders onto wide trailers, transported to automated forklifts, and then loaded onto the transport ships.
Rations, medical supplies, ammunition, ordnance, and combat vehicle parts were all boxed and prepared to be sent to the surface with the regiment's landing.
After a long while, the transport ship slowly descended.
Accompanied by the hiss of high-pressure gas, the hangar door slowly opened.
The Cadian soldiers, in neat ranks, marched out from the disembarkation ramp.
The transport ship itself was stout, like a land-based seabird, with a massive beak made of ceramite armor.
Chimera troop carriers and heavy tanks were driving down the metal ramp from the deck.
There wasn't just one, but many; the massive spaceport was filled with them.
Large numbers of soldiers disembarked from the transport ships.
Forming long lines, they assembled according to their respective regimental orders.
The spaceport was filled with the sound of rumbling everywhere.
Numerous war vehicles were lowered, and their drivers controlled them as they rumbled forward.
Minka also stepped forward, keeping close to her unit.
After half an hour, the column marched out of the spaceport and onto a highway.
The spaceport was located in the center of a vast, flat plain.
Walking outside, they could see endless fields stretching out.
Conni I was an agricultural world.
Responsible for providing sufficient agricultural products to other star systems.
Minka saw irrigation sprinklers rotating around central pivots, the circular fields forming a vibrant green against the dry brown scrubland, a stark contrast to the low white farmsteads nestled among the trees.
In the distance, the plain was covered with vast numbers of white trellises, already covered in green grapevines, with several hovering machines spraying designated pesticides and nutrient solutions.
Further in the distance were snow-capped mountains.
The sky was almost cloudless, as if it had been washed clean, an impossibly deep blue.
The only flaw was the sickening sight of the Great Rift.
It ruined a nearly perfect natural painting.
"This is really a good place," Minka sighed.
Minka took a deep breath; the air was incredibly fresh, feeling as if her entire lungs had been cleansed.
Looking at this beautiful scene, her war-torn heart was also cleansed.
"Indeed, much better than our previous battlefields," the soldier next to her also said.
The group chatted and laughed.
Then a piercing alarm sounded.
It came very suddenly.
It was as sudden as a miserable worker tightening bolts when a group of men in black suddenly burst in and told him he was the long-lost son of the world's richest man and was now going to inherit millions.
Minka's expression changed. Following years of training, she dashed towards a large boulder, which could serve as temporary cover.
Immediately after, several shells landed where she had just been, creating a massive shockwave.
The ground shook with the thunderous roar of explosions.
Vast clouds of dust were kicked up, then settled back down under the planet's gravity.
Landing on the scattering Cadian soldiers.
Minka, hiding beneath a boulder, inhaled a lungful of the acrid smoke kicked up by the blast and couldn't help but cough twice.
Shouts rang out, and people wearing blood-colored monster masks emerged from the ravines in the mountains and fields.
They held various weapons in their hands and fired wildly at the Imperial forces.
A tearing whistle filled the sky.
Three fighter jets painted with blasphemous symbols screamed overhead.
They directly launched missiles at Minka's 101st Regiment.
A series of explosions erupted, engulfing the 101st Regiment in a sea of fire.
Groans of pain from some soldiers came through the comms, requesting medical aid.
"All units, be advised, we are under attack by traitors. Bring up the tanks and heavy artillery, we need them. Fire teams, shoot down those fighter jets, don't let them escape."
The commander's enraged voice came through the comms.
Clearly, being suddenly attacked by traitors also sent the commander into a furious rage.
This was another humiliation for Cadian honor.
Absolutely unforgivable.
Minka lay prone beneath the boulder, having narrowly avoided several enemy strikes.
She cautiously poked her head out.
She saw those damned traitors running towards them from several hundred meters away.
Blasphemous words were painted on their bodies.
While firing at the 101st Regiment, they also carried a twisted monster sculpture and shouted loudly.
As if that could attract the gods and grant them some blessings.
"Traitor targets spotted, due east, estimated around a hundred individuals, only four hundred meters from us, they are closing in on us." Minka said into the comms device.
"Eliminate them." The commander's voice came through the comms. "Don't let those bastards get away, they need to know that Cadian honor cannot be stained."
"Understood." Minka said.
At this moment, Valdir and a few other survivors also crawled over from the side.
After a few simple commands, they cooperated with tacit understanding.
Just like they practiced during training.
They began to form firing teams, shooting at those damned traitors.
Cadian equipment was among the top tier of the Empire's many regiments.
Numerous Forge Worlds would prioritize supplying quality equipment to Cadian.
So that the Cadians could defend the first fortress between humanity and the Eye of Terror.
Although the Cadians had failed, their excellent equipment was not recalled.
The reason was, they had a new mission, which was to go to various parts of the galaxy and fight against the enemies of the Empire.
This was their redemption.
The fall of Fortress Cadian was a sin they had to spend their entire lives atoning for.
Failure was failure.
For whatever reason, they had failed the Emperor's trust.
The surviving Cadians all firmly believed in one thing.
They needed to keep fighting until the last Cadian died.
Only then would the Emperor forgive their mistakes and accept all the brave souls of Cadian.
Before that, they must fight their best for the Emperor.
Only in this way could they achieve redemption.
"Die, traitors." Minka said, aiming at a shouting individual and pulling the trigger.
Accompanied by the flash of the carbine barrel.
The cultist she aimed at fell directly to the ground.
Through the scope, Minka could see a small hole piercing the opponent's head.
Carbine laser rifles did not require calculating ballistics or direction.
Aim and shoot, it was a straight line.
Valdir and the others also opened fire, and a group of traitors fell down in no time.
Minka and Valdir and the others couldn't help but high-five in celebration.
"Know how good Cadians are now, huh?"
"Haha, hurry up and run."
But soon, they were met with the traitors' retaliation.
A shell landed near them.
The boulder they were hiding behind was blown to smithereens, sending shrapnel flying.
Minka herself was blown away by the huge shockwave and landed in the bushes.
The massive sonic boom made her head ring.
She was completely dazed.
When she got up, her entire face was burning with pain.
She fired a few more shots at the people in that direction.
As the lasers sliced through the air, a few traitors fell.
Seeing that even artillery couldn't eliminate Minka and the others, the traitors ran away like startled birds and beasts.
Perhaps they thought they had encountered immortal ghosts.
They were shelled and didn't die, and could even counterattack, it was too terrifying.
Seeing the traitors flee, Minka didn't continue shooting.
She ran to Valdir's position, wanting to see how he was.
Where they had been hiding, only a scorched deep pit remained.
A groaning sound came from the bushes beside a highway.
Minka walked over and saw Valdir, whose chest was pierced by sharp stone fragments.
He lay there in the bushes.
His face was pale, and sweat constantly seeped from his forehead.
Blood flowed continuously from the wound.
Clearly, he was in great pain.
"Valdir." Minka's voice was filled with grief. "It shouldn't be like this, how could you!"
"It's okay." Valdir saw Minka's terrified and sorrowful face and tried to comfort her, but his tone was weak and pale, filled with suppressed pain.
After only a few words, he started spitting blood.
"No!! Hold on." Minka stopped Valdir, she shouted into the comms for a medic to come.
"You have to work hard yourself, Minka. From now on, you are no longer a recruit, understand?? You have to stand on your own, remember Cadian Honor Endures Forever, we cannot fail the Emperor again."
Valdir looked at the young girl in front of him, using his last ounce of strength to give his final instructions.
There was a hint of pity in his heart for Minka.
At most, this girl had only been in the army for a few months.
But fate was so cruel to her.
The Great Despoiler used the Blackstone Fortress to smash the entire planet of Cadian into fragments in front of her.
In her first battle, she saw many of her comrades die.
Now, she had just emerged from the failure of Cadian, only to fall into another abyss.
Now, she had to live on, bearing the honor of Cadian.
This path was very painful.
And she had to bear the suffering of this life.
By the time the medic ran over.
Valdir had stopped breathing.
There was a hint of peace on his face.
His wife, children, and comrades had all died in the Battle of Cadian.
And he was burdened with the task of restoring the morale and combat effectiveness of the lost Cadian 101st Regiment.
It had him tearing his hair out.
His friends and family were all dead.
But he didn't even have the right to grieve.
As one of the few remaining veterans, his sadness would undoubtedly cause the morale of the Cadian 101st Regiment to sink even lower.
Death was a very terrifying thing.
But for someone who had lost everything and was burdened with a heavy load, it was undoubtedly a release.
Two Chimera troop carriers and a Leman Russ tank arrived from the rear, bombarding possible artillery positions.
A moment later, the all-clear was sounded.
All the traitors were wiped out.
The fighter jets were also shot down, their wreckage burning fiercely on the plain.
The Cadian 101st Regiment reassembled.
This was a small-scale attack.
Although they successfully repelled it and achieved excellent results.
The morale of the 101st Regiment generally decreased.
Suffering casualties before even reaching the front lines was undoubtedly a huge blow to morale.
Minka worried about whether they could achieve victory, and also felt a hint of sadness for the fallen comrades.
Unfortunately, they were currently in wartime.
She didn't even have time to mourn her comrades.
After hastily burying the bodies and collecting the dog tags of the deceased, they continued on their way.
The 101st Regiment and other Cadian regiments were soon ordered to attack a hive city controlled by traitors.
They were to recapture it.
The enemy wore uniforms with strange symbols, proclaiming to bring a new baptism to humanity and lead a new era.
The enemy had set up barricades in the streets and city buildings.
The Imperial civilians who had not managed to escape the city during the rebellion became their hostages.
Forced to pick up weapons, or with bombs strapped to their bodies, they charged at the Cadian soldiers.
The commander was merciless, directly ordering heavy tanks and troop carriers to roll over the civilians.
Minka followed the troops in the attack on the hive city.
She set her gun to full auto, and a stream of scorching laser blasts impacted the fortifications built by the traitors.
Charging with her were another 20 Cadian soldiers.
Everyone was firing wildly like her, and their aim was quite good.
The traitors were not well-trained, but their firepower was decent, with heavy autocannons and linked twin-barreled cannons.
Unfortunately, these traitors were not facing ordinary Imperial troops.
But Cadian soldiers.
One of the most elite units in the Empire.
Every man and woman born on Cadian learned how to fight from the moment they could remember, so they could pick up weapons to defend their home and be ready to repel Chaos at any time.
The daily routine on Cadian was training, rest, training, rest, combat.
They were battle-hardened and experienced.
Had it not been for the fall of Cadian taking away too many veterans, the defenders of the hive city would have lost even more miserably and quickly.
Minka and the others charged forward.
Three rebels were killed by her, and one was taken down by her.
Minka charged up and plunged her bayonet into the opponent's throat, and crimson blood gushed out.
She could clearly see that the opponent was only about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The traitor clutched his pierced throat, his face filled with extreme fear.
"You shouldn't have betrayed us." Minka said. "Even if you died a thousand times, you shouldn't have betrayed us."
The young traitor's eyes widened, and then he stopped breathing.
Imperial vehicles advanced with a roar, artillery fire continuously bombarding the traitors.
Soon, the traitors couldn't hold on any longer and began to retreat, giving ground step by step.
Even using hive city civilians as cover, they found it difficult to defend the hive city.
Numerous war machines continuously attacked the traitors' fortifications.
Ferocious artillery bombarded their positions day and night for over ten days, reducing buildings outside the strategic objectives to ruins.
Troop transports and super-heavy tanks acted as the vanguard, rumbling forward, crushing enemy corpses along the way, and blasting away enemies hidden in buildings with a single shot.
The Cadian Shock Troops advanced steadily, forcing the traitors to abandon large numbers of fortifications and bodies, fleeing in panic towards the inner city.
Minka had thought victory was imminent.
They would easily retake the hive city and complete their mission.
It wasn't until she saw the cultists appear, pushing crucifixes with bound civilians.
Only then did Minka realize once again how simplistic her imagination of the galaxy's wickedness had been.
Those civilians were tied naked to the crucifixes by the cultists with barbed wire and thorns.
Those people continuously let out painful screams and pleas for mercy.
Hoping the cultists would spare them.
The cultists paid them no mind.
Instead, they danced bizarrely around these sufferers like shamans, chanting prayers under their breath.
Experienced commanders immediately recognized that the cultists were sacrificing to daemons in the warp rift, begging for their power.
He ordered the troops to speed up the attack.
However, it was still a step too late.
Along with the strange incantations of those individuals, evil magic was unleashed to its fullest.
Some terrifying monsters surged out from the shadows.
Swarms of dense insects, like a torrential downpour, covered the sky and earth, surging towards the Cadian forces.
Blocking intake vents, muzzles, goggles, and all mouths, noses, ears, and eyes.
Drinking water boiled out of thin air, engines overheated and overloaded, burning out one after another.
Many soldiers either turned into rigid stone statues, became soft and boneless, or suffered rotting flesh.
Some descended into madness, others transformed into twisted monsters.
With the slightest misstep in command, these people would turn on each other.
Swarms of insects crawled everywhere, spreading madly in all directions.
As the battle progressed, soldiers became covered in pustules, their bodies and minds changing, becoming terrifying daemons.
Just as described in bizarre myths, they were foul spirits.
The dead rose again, their faces ferocious, lunging at their former comrades, chewing on their bloody bones.
This was a battle utilizing supernatural forces.
The Cadian soldiers, originally certain of victory, were forced to retreat from the hive city in disarray, abandoning all their previous gains.
Those horrors were beyond their means to resist; remaining would only result in greater casualties.
Minka watched as those monsters devoured her comrades.
Flipping over super-heavy Leman Russ tanks, these were terrifying monsters that human strength could not possibly contend with.
"Those good-for-nothings have dragged us into a battle we cannot win," Minka said to a soldier beside her as they withdrew with the troops.
This wasn't because she disrespected her superiors or feared death.
Those terrifying monsters had clearly exceeded the realm of human capability.
The officials of the Kony system should have sought the Inquisition's daemonhunters, not the Cadian Shock Troops.
Only the daemonhunters could fight these abominable monsters.
Out of necessity, the commanders could only blockade the Hive Cities occupied by the traitors.
The traitors, in turn, launched attacks periodically.
Attempting to break through the blockade.
Just as Minka thought the Kony system would become a prolonged battlefield.
She found she was wrong again.
After a period of stalemate, the traitors launched another attack on the blockade line.
This time, they dragged sacrificial altars and brought those sorcerers.
On the battlefield, they summoned those terrifying monsters.
Attempting to use sorcery to break the Imperial blockade.
Snipers hid in the shadows, taking down every sorcerer who dared to show their head.
However, the enemy still charged the Imperial defenses using bizarre sorcery.
Roar!!
The roar of beasts echoed.
Those terrifying monsters and mutants swarmed out, Pounce Imperial forces.
Tanks were flipped over by them, and troop transports were also destroyed.
The Cadians held their ground with makeshift fortifications, fighting almost madly against the traitors using sorcery.
They soon charged onto the Cadian positions.
Slashing indiscriminately everywhere and trampling the wounded underfoot.
Minka and other soldiers fixed bayonets, making their final stand.
Stabbing at the supernatural enemy with desperate resolve.
Just as Minka thought they could no longer contain the daemons.
The ground trembled, and a series of streaking lights bombarded the enemy-filled positions.
Several steaming orbital drop pods stood densely packed on the battlefield.
The traitors' bullets hitting them caused no damage whatsoever.
Accompanied by the dull clang of metal and the hiss of depressurization, the drop pod hatches slowly opened.
With the shriek of high-pressure gas, giants clad in black power armor emerged from the drop pods.
They were over two meters tall, wielding chainswords and bolters.
Minka was stunned for a moment; as a Cadian soldier, she naturally knew what these individuals were.
The Emperor's Angels, the Imperium's sword, the bane of humanity's enemies.
She could even identify their identity from the insignia on their armor.
"Dark... Dark Angels," Minka stammered slightly.
The arrivals were precisely the first superhuman Legion created by the Emperor, the Dark Angels.
They were warriors carefully selected from across the universe, having undergone various surgeries and implanted with bio-carapaces, allowing them to control their power armor as if it were a second skin.
Similar giants emerged from the drop pods.
Standing behind the first warrior, forming a wide fan shape.
The space marine standing at the forefront was the only one without a helmet.
He looked at the battlefield, his gaze heavy.
"That daemon's aura again, what in the world does it want to do!!" the leading Dark Angel muttered to himself.
Then, he ordered the Emperor's Angels to join the battle.
Without any hesitation.
The Space Marines in black power armor charged towards the most intense part of the fighting.
They crossed large shell craters in a single stride, firing a precise burst of bolter fire with every step forward.
The morale of the traitors was instantly shattered.
Even the monsters they had summoned were sent directly back to the warp by the Dark Angels, posing no threat whatsoever.
The traitors' bodies simply couldn't withstand the bolter rounds; even a graze would blow off half their body.
At the very back, a massive Dreadnought also joined the battle alongside the Emperor's Angels.
With heavy strides, it crushed the traitors blocking its path.
Some Librarians wielding force staves summoned supernatural power even more terrifying than the traitors', banishing all those disgusting monsters.
"Counterattack," the commander's order came over the vox.
Minka and the other Cadian soldiers launched a counterattack with the warriors of the Dark Angels Chapter.
The Dark Angels strode at the forefront of the palace defenses, reaping the panicking traitors with swings of their chainswords and synchronized bolter volleys.
The Cadian soldiers held up their lasguns, shooting at the stragglers.
The traitors' retreat quickly turned into a rout.
They fled all the way into the inner city, attempting to use it for defense.
Unfortunately, in the face of the Dark Angels, their sorcery was no longer effective.
The Librarian of the Dark Angels squad displayed ancient techniques far more refined than theirs.
Interrupting their sacrificial rituals and causing the clumsy sorcerers to suffer backlash.
With the help of the Dark Angels, the previously frustrated Cadian soldiers instantly reversed their fortunes and recaptured the hive city.
Watching the captured cultists being led away for execution.
Minka couldn't help but feel awe for the terrifying combat power of the Space Marines.
"I am Minka, Company Commander of the Cadian 101st, thank you for your assistance," Minka said.
Hearing the name Cadian, the space marine looked at Minka for a moment, "Dark Angels Deathwing, Tactical Squad, Boreas."
"Thank you again, Lord Boreas," Minka said, "Do you require our assistance?" "Negative," Boreas said, "We are tracking a daemon. If you don't want your comrades to suffer heavy casualties, do not get involved."
"Understood, my lord," Minka said.
Boreas looked left and right.
Black smoke was everywhere in the hive city, and fires were still burning.
The situation was a mess.
Boreas knew that all of this was happening because a daemon was guiding it from behind.
So far, they had received many distress calls.
The initial reports even mentioned names like Fallen Angels, which touched upon the Calibanite Articles.
For this reason, the Grand Master of the Dark Angels Chapter, inheritor of the Lion Sword and Lion Helm - Azrael, had dispatched the Deathwing Company to investigate.
Boreas was one of them.
He had been tracking it all the way.
The more he investigated, the more confused he became.
He had not found any trace of Fallen Angels.
Only the signs of daemons.
"Interrogation complete, found it, it's deep within the hive city."
The voice of the Librarian came through the helmet's vox communicator.
Coordinates were sent to his personal data-slate.
Boreas led the other members towards the coordinates.
No matter what, he had to capture this daemon.