Looking at Emrys' solitary figure, facing the burning hive city, Marshall, as an Inquisitor, felt an unspoken admiration well up deep within him.
He was the Imperium's 'executioner,' an Inquisitor who walked in shadow and darkness, upholding the bottom line and order. He had personally witnessed nobles, afraid of death, betray the Emperor's glory and fall into the dark abyss of Chaos!
But it was precisely because of this that he understood how rare people like Emrys were within the vast and bloated Imperium!
The Imperium did not lack loyal individuals willing to die for it, but there were far more greedy and cowardly people. Moreover, given Emrys' status, even if he chose to retreat, no one would blame him!
Facts proved that the glory flowing in Emrys' veins, originating from eons ago, had not been shamed!
"I understand."
Marshall said solemnly and seriously, "In the name of the Inquisition, I assure you that I will bring reinforcements from the 'Knight family' as quickly as possible!"
"I trust you."
Emrys looked back at them once, then walked alone towards the hive city until he disappeared from sight.
"Do you really think that he alone can change the situation in Siluria?" At this moment, the Captain of the Brass Claws beside him finally couldn't hold back and asked the confusion in his heart.
That wasn't hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of people!
It was millions of genestealers, dozens of Daemon Engines, and thousands of Chaos Raptor Space Marines. Such a vast disparity and disadvantage could never be overturned by one person's strength or some technology!
Unless a legion could be conjured out of thin air!
"I don't think he can change the situation either." Marshall paused for half a second and slowly said, "But... I believe he can display a 'miracle'!"
"Do miracles really exist?"
The Captain of the Brass Claws sighed bitterly.
"As long as you believe, they will exist!"
Marshall's eyes gleamed as he said in a deep voice, "Now, it's our turn. head to the Dirkden Sector as quickly as possible!"
This was the Macro-Northern Sector. To go to the Dirkden Sector was equivalent to travel a continent, especially in a place like Vigilus, it was even more fraught with danger.
What's more, on the current Vigilus Wastes, besides the raging storms, there were countless garbage cities built by Ork Greenskins!
Under such circumstances, travel a continent to bring reinforcements was obviously an extremely difficult task, but... they had no choice!
Seven days, that was the limit!
They had to cross the continent of the Macro-Northern Sector within seven days, go to the dark side of Vigilus, the Dirkden Sector, and bring the Knight family!
...Now, he was the only one left.
Gazing at Siluria, which was engulfed in flames, Emrys' expression seemed to be gradually consumed by a hint of madness. He licked his dry lips, and his pupils flickered with a chilling blood-red light: "Now, no one... can disturb me!"
He walked step by step towards the hive city, and in his mind, like a revolving lantern, the image of Elsa's every smile and frown when she was by his side in the past appeared.
At the same time, the illusion of Tzeentch from that day seemed to flash before his eyes again—'Elsa' pinned to the ground by a spear.
"Prophecy?"
Emrys sneered darkly: "Bullshit prophecy! I don't care about any prophecy. The person I want to protect... not to mention you all, even the Four Gods won't be able to take her away!"
This time, he wanted it all!
Unconsciously, he had already entered the mid-hive.
Scattered genestealers, discovering the uninvited guest from the crevices of the ruins, rubbed their mutated limbs and gathered around with ill intentions!
Seeing himself surrounded from all directions, Emrys showed no trace of panic. He remained standing, his cold gaze sweeping over the corrupted people: "Sorry, I'm in a very bad mood right now. If you're smart, you'd better get out of here immediately. I can let you off."
But unfortunately, the genestealers surrounding him burst into mocking laughter: "Look, at the clothes he's wearing! This guy is a noble!"
"Kill him!"
"This is the will of the God-Emperor!"
The next moment, shouting 'For the God-Emperor,' the genestealers with four arms or similar arthropod limbs roared and charged at Emrys!
In their minds, they had even begun to fantasize about how to 'divide' this guy!
However, just as they gathered and pounced!
Emrys' eyelids drooped, his pupils filled with killing intent. A chilling and indifferent voice suddenly echoed through the ruins: "You are seeking death yourselves, so don't blame me... Night Sky Blade, it's your turn to make an appearance!"
Boom!!!
As the words fell, a massive shadow, carrying a terrifying might, like an abyss, suddenly enveloped and swallowed those genestealers.
It was a huge, dark blue steel body, about ten meters tall, entirely mechanical. From its appearance alone, it bore some resemblance to a Valkyrie.
"Knight?!"
Those with more knowledge immediately recognized its 'identity' from the massive mechanical body!
"Too bad, you guessed wrong."
Emrys' eyes were cold, and his lips moved slightly: "Kill them, Nightblade."
"Nightblade... At your command!"
A dull, thunderous sound came, and Nightblade moved. With its massive body, it was an absolute crushing force against those genestealers!
One iron fist slammed out, crushing several people into pulp. Facing the genestealers' varied logging guns, Nightblade suffered no damage at all; even when hitting its armored surface, it could only scratch a little paint!
"Heretics! Die!!!"
Nightblade roared like thunder, drawing its massive chainsword. Amidst the deafening roar, the bloody and cruel execution began!
As the rapidly spinning teeth swept across, it became the last sight for those gene-infected individuals!
Shredded flesh rained down like a storm!
For a moment, the entire battlefield suddenly fell silent, and Nightblade, as the instigator, stood guard quietly beside Emrys, raising its hand to shield him from the blood rain falling from the sky!
"I've come to save you all"
Emrys no longer concealed himself. He stepped openly through the viscous blood and mud, closed his eyes, and silently recited in his heart: "In the name of the Traveler, use me as a beacon. Begin... Teleportation!!!"
"Teleportation mode activated!"
"Confirming cross-dimensional 'beacon' anchor points."
"Traveler, Worlds numbered 'alien,' 'Biohazard,' and 'Transformers' are travel dimensions in large numbers. Please be aware of spacetime disruption."
In an instant, the deserted ruins of the street were enveloped by beams of light descending from the sky!
Within each beam of light, countless figures emerged continuously, accompanied by uniform sounds!
"Transformers Legion, assembled!"
"Nemesis Legion, assembled!"
"Android Legion, assembled!"
"Holy Terra First Auxiliary Army, a total of one hundred ninety thousand troops, have all arrived in the combat zone!"
"Avengers Chapter, arrived as ordered!"
"Honor Guard... arrived!"
Looking at the legions that had been instantly displaced and transported across dimensions, Emrys' expression was indifferent.
He then turned to face the burning hive city: "Now, it's my turn!"
This time, Emrys was truly going all out.
Even if the worst outcome was being hunted by the Imperium, he couldn't care less.
If they really came for him, he would just take his people and flee directly to the black Domain, never to return!
But if he sat by and watched Elsa and the others surrounded in Siluria, waiting for death, he wouldn't be able to stomach it!
He then turned his gaze to the vast sea of people; the initial commotion and whispering gradually vanished under his silent, psychic-infused pressure, instantly becoming quiet.
He had to admit, this was a huge gamble!
android humans, bio-tyrants, 3K humans, mechanical soul life forms.
Putting everything else aside, just the complex composition was enough to get him killed tens of thousands of times over.
Fortunately, the imagined scene of his plane legion descending, causing a storm, cosmic changes, and the Four Gods arriving simultaneously, did not happen.
Although he didn't quite understand the reason, that wasn't a problem he needed to consider for now.
Since the 'Four Gods' weren't intervening, having completely resolved the last hidden danger, Emrys intended to let loose and cause some serious trouble!
He first ordered all legions to completely occupy the junction between the Mid-Hive and Lower-Hive in a defensive posture, clearing out the remaining genestealer forces.
Then, in stages, set up defensive lines!
Immediately after, Emrys summoned the highest Commander of each legion; he needed to gather as much intelligence as possible to determine the specific combat methods!
War, to put it plainly, is calculation.
Achieving objectives with relatively minimal cost—Emrys strongly agreed with this.
Charging in blindly might seem cool, but in reality, it would only lead to the demise of the hard-earned resources he had painstakingly accumulated, with no practical meaning whatsoever!
"To the High Lord of Holy Terra, I offer my highest respects!" Charles, the young man who had shone brightly in the Transformers world, was promoted by him to be the overall Commander of this legion.
And Charles, indeed, did not disappoint him.
The First Auxiliary Army of Holy Terra he assembled numbered around 190,000; to meet Emrys' requirements and gather this elite force, it almost completely depleted the entire world!
It could be said that this 190,000-strong First Auxiliary Army was Emrys' most substantial asset to date!
Sentinel Prime, the 'Chief Fabricator-Sage of Terra,' specially crafted unique combat suits for this legion—modular armor made from secondary composite metals, capable of providing different levels of support modules based on combat needs.
Besides the combat suits, every auxiliary soldier's weapon had also undergone a comprehensive upgrade!
The heavy armored firepower within the army group was also thoroughly modified by Sentinel Prime; it could be said that, at present, this First Auxiliary Army was no less formidable than a legitimate Astra Militarum in terms of equipment!
What they lacked compared to the Astra Militarum was combat will, skill, and experience.
Siluria was an excellent trial!
The Tyrant Bio-Legion's equipment did not undergo significant upgrades; instead, it incorporated Transformers technology, with each individual implanted with a self-destruct device, ensuring the complete eradication of the virus at a cellular level!
Of course, Emrys even suspected that even if the virus leaked out, with the 'Grandfather' Nurgle's status, he probably wouldn't even bother to glance at it.
Zombie viruses, this stuff was practically commonplace in the Warhammer Universe; Nurgle's zombie virus was far more potent than the T-virus, spreading entirely by metaphysics!
The android human legion didn't need much worry; besides upgrading some biological cores and electromagnetic weapons, there were almost no significant changes.
And then, there was the most important, Emrys' biggest trump card, the Transformers legion!
After roughly understanding his own situation, Emrys already had a preliminary plan.
Firstly, a head-on confrontation was definitely not an option; with such a small number of people, even throwing them all in might not make a big splash.
From another perspective, they were also the only viable force that was unexpected by everyone; although small in number, they could play a crucial role at the right time!
Who said a small force couldn't defeat a larger one?
A great man from the 2K era had already set an example, showing how to fight when outnumbered!
It was very simple: stick to the six-character policy!
You want to break through the hive city? Then he would pull the rug out from under them, stabbing them in the back!
After Emrys explained the entire battle plan, he turned his gaze towards the hive city.
Now, it was time to see the outcome!
The commotion on the periphery did not attract too much attention.
In fact, both the genestealers and the Chaos Raptors and Hell Drakes focused their primary attention on Siluria.
This hive city, like a steel fortress, truly lived up to its reputation as Stygies VIII!
Archmagos Drayne had deployed defenses in the core area to an insane degree.
Besides the dense artillery fire that filled the sky, he even saw several 'Plasma Annihilator' arrays; the outrageously large muzzles, with each azure beam they fired, tore through the atmosphere and ground like brilliant meteors!
And after that plasma beam vanished, all that remained was a trench hundreds of meters in diameter!
Along its trajectory, no life would remain; its incredibly high searing temperature was enough to vaporize steel and even power armor.
Infected individuals in ordinary clothes, wielding worn-out lumber-guns, quickly filled the 'gaps' created by the annihilated, continuing to chant 'For the God-Emperor' as they charged towards the steel fortress.
To be honest, if he weren't on the opposing side, Emrys would almost want to applaud them.
These people were even crazier than Khorne followers; brainwashed by the Hive Mind, they had completely lost their minds, caring nothing for tactics and fearing no sacrifice—after all, no matter how many sacrificed, the Hive Mind didn't care.
Suddenly, behind the genestealers, a thunderous roar erupted!
Drayne, who was nervously observing the battle from the Siluria fortress, was also drawn by the earth-shattering roars, turning his gaze towards that direction!
The next moment, an overwhelming barrage of shells rained down like dense raindrops, like hail!
Countless impact points kicked up tons of dust; in the smoke and flames of the explosions, the air temperature instantly rose several levels!
"Who... who are these people, and where did they come from?!"
Drayne stared dumbfounded at the massive legion, numbering hundreds of thousands, occupying the junction between the Mid and Lower Hives at the edge of his vision!
For a few seconds, he felt his thought-arrays were about to crash.
"Archmagos, those don't seem to be... Astra Militarum, do they?" The Fabricator-Adeptus beside him also saw the attire of those people, which was distinctly different from the Astra Militarum!
"Too... too"
Drayne' lips trembled, unable to utter a complete sentence, his gaze fixed on that spot.
"You mean... they're too heretical?"
The Fabricator-Adeptus pondered his superior's meaning, cautiously speaking, "I also think those people are too heretical; they don't have any Imperial Aquila insignia!"
"What a waste—!!!"
Finally, Drayne, having regained his composure, burst out with binary expletives!
He was an Archmagos, proficient in mechanization; even from a hundred miles away, he could tell at a glance how 'luxurious' the modular armor worn by the soldiers of that human legion was!
Let's just say, if the Imperium had such armor, it wouldn't be issued to most Astra Militarum; at the very least, it should be for the Tempestus Scions!
Wait... A young face suddenly flashed through Drayne' mind: "These people... could they be what that kid cooked up?!"