"It seems they've prepared a welcoming ceremony for us."
Although danger was approaching, Adam showed no fear, merely speaking in a calm tone.
Blue light glowed in Sibylla's eyes, her gaze seemingly piercing through countless obstacles. Her voice was ethereal: "The attackers number around five hundred, mostly mortal cultists, consisting of traitorous Navy boarding parties, various modified heavy Servitors, and some fallen Ogryn abhumans."
"I've confirmed there are no Chaos Space Marines among them; they are basically cannon fodder units."
She paused, then added.
"Hmph, as expected of a group of honorless heretics."
Leonardo, wielding his guardian spear, snorted disdainfully. "These cowardly traitors are only capable of this much. We will crush them."
No sooner had he spoken than the dense sound of footsteps grew louder.
Finally, a massive horde of Chaos cultists, their limbs grotesquely mutated and their skin covered in various blasphemous markings, swarmed around the corner, coming into everyone's view.
Their brains had been warped by Chaos; they had no clear thoughts, only bloodshot eyes, twisted faces, and a mad charge forward!
However, it was a great pity that their enemies were not the "weak and powerless Astra Militarum" that the Chaos Space Marines claimed, but rather a top-tier kill team, renowned even across the entire galaxy.
"The Emperor's Will, Illuminating and Eradicating Evil!"
Lucia shouted a famous line from the 'Book of Sacred Words' and led the charge.
She unfurled her wings again, her figure tearing through the air with a thunderous roar, like a golden meteor, crashing directly into the crowd.
Boom!
The first cultist she encountered had no time to raise his hand to defend before her chainsword sliced through his neck, sending his head flying high. Even as a headless corpse, the momentum carried him forward a few staggering steps.
Lucia did not hesitate, swinging her holy storm shield. A fierce, heavy blow immediately covered a large area, sending a mass of people flying like a tide, their bones broken, lying scattered on the ground.
This was not all; Leonardo followed closely behind, only a split second slower than Lucia, quickly arriving at her side.
The four-meter-long guardian spear danced like a dragon in his hands, whistling with power.
The Imperial Guard Elite's peak martial arts, surpassing human limits, were displayed to their fullest: thrusts, slashes, cuts, stabs, twists... complex moves in a continuous flow, like the scythe of death, reaping all enemies before him.
While the power blade reaped heads, the bolter mounted on the spear fired continuously. Under Leonardo's constant precise adjustments, every cultist attempting to raise a gun to shoot had their head pierced by a flying bolter round the moment their hand lifted.
The two, one in front and one behind, swept aside all enemies before them like harvesting wheat, with an unstoppable, immense momentum. No one could halt their advance.
Behind the two, Sibylla, standing still, had blue psychic light flare in her eyes again. Vast psychic lightning radiated outwards, stirring up gusts of wind.
She softly uttered:
"Explode!"
As her words fell, within the crowd, the eyes of individual Chaos cultists simultaneously lit up with the same blue psychic glow as hers.
They immediately obeyed Sibylla's will, either unhesitatingly opening fire on their surrounding allies or simply pulling the pins on the melta bombs in their hands amidst the crowd.
Explosions echoed through the crowd, blinding flashes erupting one after another, instantly engulfing the remaining cultists.
Before Adam even had a chance to act, all the attacking Chaos cultists, the enemies attempting to stop their boarding, had been completely annihilated by the three.
Although he found it strange what the leader of this Chaos Warband was thinking, merely sending a bunch of useless cannon fodder to their deaths, rendering his specially prepared 'Big Bang' completely useless, Adam didn't dwell on it too much.
He simply advanced with his Executioner self-propelled gun, covered in optical camouflage, along with the others... The Chaos Lord, who had witnessed this scene through a Warp ritual covering one of the cultists, finally let out a sigh of relief as his hanging heart died.
'What the hell are these people?'
That Battle Sister with white wings and a halo should be the False Emperor's Living Saint? No, that's just a nicer name; in his understanding, it should be the False Emperor's Daemon Prince. Either way, he probably couldn't beat her.
The other golden, entirely power-armored thing, he couldn't identify what it was with his knowledge, but its strength was terrifying. He just didn't know the specifics, as the cultists were too fragile to glean any intelligence.
Moreover, the Chaos Lord vaguely sensed that there was a Psyker in this kill team, whose strength was completely unknown.
'Damn it, with such strength, why aren't you boarding the Blackstone Fortress? Why come bother me?'
The Chaos Lord frantically pondered in his mind if there was any way to break the situation. If he wanted to continue his great daemon ascension plan, he first had to preserve his life from these insane individuals.
"What, did you see something?"
Miriael, the Slaanesh Sister, asked in her lazy voice again. "I'm actually quite interested in the False Emperor's followers who are confident enough to board this ship. Do you know who they are?"
Her words suddenly paused, a hint of doubt in her tone. "Why are you suddenly looking at me like that?"
"That's because among these False Emperor's dogs attempting to board my ship, there's someone who has a certain connection to you."
As if grasping at a final straw, the Chaos Lord spoke with feigned composure.
He suddenly thought of a perfect plan that could rescue him from his predicament.
"Oh? Tell me more."
Miriael's voice held a trace of curiosity.
"Among the boarding party, there's a very strong Battle Sister, and the markings on her armor indicate she belongs to the Order of the Martyr Saintess."
The Chaos Lord said calmly.
He hadn't uttered a single lie.
You could say that the Living Saint is a Battle Sister, and her strength is indeed formidable!
"Good, this has certainly piqued my interest!"
Miriael immediately became excited.
Having been a member of the Order of the Martyr Saintess before her fall, her favorite activity now was to hunt her former sisters, using every means to drag them into ecstasy with her.
Unfortunately, after so many years, Miriael had yet to get her wish, and it had almost become an obsession!
'Plan successful!'
The Chaos Lord was secretly delighted.
He would use this daemon as a shield to fight the attackers, and he could observe the battle before deciding whether he needed to flee.
This way, his safety would be greatly assured, practically foolproof!