The Chosen One's head rolled to the ground.
The bloody light that enveloped the battlefield slowly dissipated like mist, and Emrys suddenly felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body; he couldn't even stand and directly slumped to the ground.
"Huff… huff…"
He panted heavily, but the blood-red color in his pupils seemed not to have faded, staining them with a hint of brutality.
Of course, Emrys himself didn't notice this.
"Captain!"
Ditz was anxious and rushed over, supporting the weak Emrys, asking with concern, "Are you alright, Captain?"
"Alert! Alert!"
"Keep an eye on these damned bastards; don't let them ambush the Captain!"
The rest of the men swarmed up, surrounding Emrys, all of them disengaging their safeties and nervously aiming their guns at the lurking cultists.
However, something unexpected happened!
The cultists, who had been lurking with red eyes, retreated in unison like a tide, clearing a path directly into the depths of the Mid-Hive.
"Did these bastards get water in their brains?"
Ditz looked at this scene with some astonishment, completely puzzled. In his opinion, the cultists should have rushed up in anger to tear them apart; how could they actively clear a path?
"Be careful, they might have a scheme!" Cliff, who was more seasoned, said in a deep voice, reminding everyone to be cautious.
But Emrys shook his head and said somewhat weakly, "It's alright, they don't have a scheme. As per the agreement… I won, and they'll let us leave!"
Upon hearing this, Ditz was even more surprised and asked with a doubtful expression, "Captain, will cultists also keep their word?"
"If it were other cults… perhaps not."
Emrys was badly injured, panting heavily, and paused slightly before saying, "But… the followers of the 'Blood God,' in most cases, will still keep their word, as a sign of respect for the victor."
Don't be fooled by Khorne, one of the Four Chaos Gods, who loves skulls and slaughter; he also greatly appreciates courage, especially the weak who win with a do-or-die belief in an uneven fight. They will receive Khorne's praise.
The Four Chaos Gods, the meanings and order they symbolize, are not entirely evil. Just like Khorne, he also symbolizes human courage, integrity, honor, and so on.
"Let's go…"
Emrys urged everyone to leave quickly.
After all, even though he said Khorne kept his promises, who knew if the vengeful and petty Old Khorne would launch a surprise attack!
Not to mention, he knew that the cult also had a big weapon, the Hell Drake, which hadn't appeared yet!
The 47 men of 3rd Company moved cautiously, supporting Emrys, and left the command post under the gaze of the cultists.
But behind them, a thunderous roar of shouts erupted!
'Champion! Champion! Champion!'
'Champion! Champion! Champion!'
"Captain, what does 'champion' mean when they shout it?"
Ditz looked at Emrys strangely and asked.
Little did he know, Emrys was so scared his soul nearly flew out, and he hastily urged, "Quick, quick, quick… don't ask so many questions!"
Although everyone didn't understand, they somehow felt… that the 'champion' the cultists were shouting seemed to be referring to the 'Captain'!
Emrys' heart pounded, secretly cursing Khorne for being underhanded!
If he couldn't defeat him, was he planning to make him join?
Fortunately, there were no Inquisitors here, otherwise, just that thought would be worth a white phosphorus death sentence!
The group retreated deeper into the Mid-Hive, but the deeper they went, the more desolate everyone felt. The number of rampant demons along the way was increasing exponentially!
Countless monstrous demons surged out like a tide!
"fire! fire!"
"Maintain the line, don't get broken!"
"Don't forget the Captain's tactics, three men per squad, hold the line for me, and slaughter these damned monsters!"
The 47 men of 3rd Company formed a defensive position, advancing while covering each other.
However, the number of demons was simply too great, and soon some couldn't hold on. Everyone was forced to retreat into a building.
Cliff wiped the blood from his face, roaring as he commanded the team, desperately resisting the demons attempting to surge into the building!
Not a single person wanted to give up on Emrys!
The exhausted Emrys could no longer use psychic powers and could only rely on his bolter to barely fend off the demons.
But soon, everyone's ammunition ran low!
Boom!
A cover was breached, quickly leading to a chain reaction!
"Hold them! Hold them!"
"Protect the Captain!!!"
Ditz roared, propping his gun and blocking Emrys, roaring as he strafed the demons. But he was ultimately outnumbered and, just as he was about to be overwhelmed and torn apart by the demons—
Is this really it…? Looking at the 3rd Company, all in despair, a terrifying red glow surged in Emrys' eyes, as if a voice was saying… Rage!
He only needed to surrender his sanity to rage… and he could kill all these damned demons, saving everything he wanted to save!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Just then, a loud bang suddenly interrupted Emrys' thoughts, pulling him back from the brink of falling into a furious rage to the edge of lucidity!
Rumble!
The restless roar of machinery emitted a sharp, piercing sound wave, like a sports car, sweeping in from the right with surging air currents!
The menacing, interlocking teeth of the blade, driven by the engine, spun at an extremely high speed, easily tearing apart the demon that lunged at Emrys.
Blood mixed with shredded flesh rained down!
Emrys was almost drenched. Just as he was utterly astonished, he felt himself suddenly pulled backward.
The high-speed spinning blade of the chainsword, manifesting ultimate violence and roaring the Emperor's wrath, once again directly cut the surrounding demons in half at the waist!
Only then did Emrys hear a familiar voice, filled with anger, explode in his ear: "Did I fucking teach you for nothing? Distracted on the battlefield, how many lives do you have?!"
Looking back, a face covered in shredded flesh and blood appeared in Emrys' eyes. Although that visage was indeed somewhat terrifying, like a ghoul crawled out of hell, it still made him overjoyed: "Jackal?!"
"Concentrate, you brat!"
Jackal swept his chainsword, sending flesh and blood flying. He casually drew the pistol from his waist and, almost before Emrys even noticed, directly shot the demon attempting to ambush them!
Next, Jackal fully demonstrated what it meant to be a recipient of the 'Iron Aquila Medal,' a Catachan Jungle Fighter, and a retired Astra Militarum veteran's combat prowess.
He single-handedly suppressed the demons that had broken into the room!
Bolters roared, chainswords shrieked!
This man literally slaughter dozens of demons, truly embodying what it meant to be a 'God of War'!
"Kid, finally found your ass!"
Jackal looked at Emrys with surprise.
Originally, when the upper hive suddenly fell and countless demons poured out, he and Galahad both thought Emrys was dead for sure.
But just as the two were giving up, Jackal suddenly felt as if a voice, in the depths of his being, told him to go to a certain place, like a sudden intuition.
So, Jackal decided to make one last effort.
As it turned out, he actually found the heavily injured Emrys—this was simply a 'miracle'!