Emrys was in utter misery.
Oh, Emperor, oh, Emperor, if you don't show your divine power soon, you're going to lose a loyal subject! That shameless Old K next door, a sore loser, actually threw a 'bomb'!
It's just outrageous!
Who the hell plays Landlord and throws a bomb at the start?
He was, at most, a 'pair of threes,' but the Old K on the other side couldn't handle it and directly threw a 'Joker Bomb.' Is that reasonable?!
Why doesn't your Chosen go bother the Astartes, or the Astra Militarum, or the Chosen of Slaanesh? Instead, he's fixated on him, a lower-hive scavenger. Is there something wrong with his head?
Was it just because last time, when he was tormenting your blessed followers, he was a bit too talkative and called them 'cowards' a few times? Is that why a 'Chosen' has to chase him like a mad dog, biting only him?!
"Damn it, if I get the chance later... pant, pant!" Emrys, his face full of resentment, was chased by the 'mad dog' behind him, gasping for breath, muttering to himself, "I'll have to get the Emperor... bah, a loudspeaker for the Emperor!"
Isn't this just pure bullying?
"Commissar! Commissar!"
Emrys ran wildly, and from afar, he spotted Commissar Grey, who looked utterly bewildered. Immediately, he shouted joyfully, "Quick, save me... I'm Emrys, the Company Commander you personally promoted! For the sake of the Imperium, help a brother out!"
"By the God-Emperor, am I seeing things?!"
Grey rubbed his eyes vigorously, afraid he was mistaken, but when he clearly saw the 'creature' chasing Emrys, his mouth seemed to be stuffed with a watermelon, and his pupils gradually constricted.
This thing... he found it somewhat familiar.
As for why it was familiar, one had to recall when he was a member of the assault army at Cadia Fortress. Such a huge rift was torn open; he saw this thing every day. How could it not be familiar?!
If this were Cadia, Grey wouldn't be surprised.
But he was curious. Roselle, this wretched place, at best, was a remote star system, next to the Great Rift. Where did these monstrous beings come from?!
The next second.
The Commissar, commanding the Planetary Defense Force, turned without hesitation and, with a voice almost hoarse, let out a desperate roar mixed with sorrow: "Artillery position, two hundred meters ahead... concentrated fire!"
Thanks to the Commissar's booming voice, Emrys, two hundred meters away, heard him perfectly clearly and was completely dumbfounded.
Brother, are you sure you didn't mishear?
I asked you to help a brother out, not to push a brother away!
"Commissar, but..."
The soldier next to him seemed a little confused. After all, two hundred meters ahead were their own stationed personnel. If there was concentrated fire, it might cause casualties among their own forces.
"Get out of the way! fire, now!!!"
Grey kicked the soldier down, then glared ferociously at the comms officer, shouting hoarsely, "Did you hear me? Concentrated fire! Don't stop without my order! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
He repeated the order three times consecutively.
On the battlefield, this meant an extremely dangerous situation. No matter how incredible the order seemed, it had to be strictly carried out!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... After a moment of silence, the entire hive city's dome echoed with piercing shrieks. Emrys looked up and saw countless artillery shells, trailing scorching tail flames.
It was as if the wrathful fire of the Emperor!
Was being scattered across the vast sky, falling like a torrential downpour towards their position!
To witness concentrated fire from this perspective, if not unprecedented, was at least currently unparalleled, especially as a member of the 'friendly forces.'
For a moment, Emrys had countless curses bottled up inside.
If it weren't for the Khorne Chosen, who was still chasing him like a mad dog, constantly yelling 'coward' behind his back, he would definitely put a bullet in that Commissar's head!
But things had come to this; he couldn't just wait to die, could he?
Emrys, in a flash of inspiration, quickly called upon the Traveler and, before the concentrated artillery fire fell, transported himself to an alien world.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Under Grey's forceful demand for fire at all costs, countless shells rained down incessantly, smashing into that area!
A terrifying explosion instantly created a mushroom cloud, dozens of meters in diameter, above the ruins.
The rolling air currents were almost tangible, directly lifting the surrounding rubble dozens of meters high. In the center of the curtain-like dust, the air temperature, ignited by the artillery fire, reached an astonishing tens of thousands of degrees!
Ten thousand cannons roaring in unison, destroying the heavens and earth!
The entire battlefield seemed to tremble. Countless plumes of smoke enveloped the area of fire, completely obscuring any figures!
"Com... Commissar?"
The comms officer seemed stunned.
After all, previous artillery support was mostly scattered across various battle zones, making it rare to actually see hundreds or thousands of shells falling simultaneously in one area!
The sight... it was too shocking!
"Artillery command is asking... if they should continue?" The comms officer swallowed, feeling sad for the person just now. This kind of treatment... how many people encounter it?
"Did I say to stop?"
Grey glared at the comms officer, then looked worriedly at the battlefield. If only he had a melta gun... it wouldn't be so passive.
Thinking of this, he was furious. Those damned upper-hive nobles, a bunch of cowardly useless people, did they think they would be safe by hiding?
When the cult completely occupied the hive city, no one would escape!
But curses aside, after a heavy artillery bombardment, although a talented commander was sacrificed, Grey considered it very worthwhile. If it could take out the 'Chosen One,' it would be even more worthwhile!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Another round of heavy artillery bombardment!
The earth-shattering scene was replayed. The scorching blast of the explosion, sweeping up smoke, ruins, and debris, was carried along like cannonballs, surging in all directions!
Many unfortunate souls even had their heads blown off by the shrapnel.
So the question arises... could the heavy artillery deployed by the Planetary Defense Force, with its numerical advantage, kill a 'Chosen' blessed by Khorne?
Statistically speaking, it's not impossible.
But... it's almost equivalent to zero.
In the thick smoke, a blood-red, foul wind swept through. A visible, violent blast of air directly cut through the dust, revealing the armor covered in twisted flesh and grotesque spikes, filled with blasphemous Warp sorcery!
The fact proved... the Planetary Defense Force's artillery simply couldn't kill a 'Chosen' blessed by Khorne!
Its entire body was enveloped in a dense, blood-red glow. Clearly, that was psychic energy from the Warp, shielding it from the artillery bombardment!
"Coward!!!"
Looking around at the completely vanished Emrys, Khorne's 'Chosen' let out an enraged roar, pouring all its fury into that blood-red axe.
In an instant, a dense blood-light, like a surging torrent!
That was the 'daemon weapon' bestowed by Khorne!
Forged in the depths of the Warp, having gathered countless blood and innocent souls, a single swing unleashed earth-shattering destructive power. The tangible psychic energy cleaved the earth, and its shockwaves destroyed the entire defensive line!
However, just as it was about to continue forward, completely destroy this defensive line, and lead its followers in a single push to break through and conquer the mid-hive, the 'Chosen' inexplicably stopped in place for a long time, finally sweeping its gaze around fiercely.
After confirming that Emrys' trace could not be found, it dragged that terrifying daemon great axe and slowly turned to leave.
And the frenzied cultists, for some unknown reason, simultaneously paused their offensive and retreated like a tide back into the lower hive.
"It's over?"
Grey was somewhat bewildered. He didn't understand why the cultists suddenly retreated, or why the daemon 'Chosen' gave up on directly invading the position. Everything seemed shrouded in mystery.
Just then... he suddenly discovered that in a pile of ruins, the kid who had just been bombarded by heavy artillery had miraculously survived!
No... are you a 'Chosen' too, kid?!