Meanwhile, several Blood Ravens warriors were moving through the city's sewers. Their backpacks were stuffed with valuables from Malys's room, including ancient psychic artifacts and precious Drukhari documents.
The most exciting loot, however, was a special stc template—the panacea.
"I never thought it would be so easy to steal from a Drukhari noble's room," one of the warriors chuckled in a low voice, a hint of smugness in his tone. "If her defenses weren't entirely focused on the outside, how could we have succeeded so easily?"
"Less talk," another warrior said coldly. "The stc is for Lord Li Feng. As for those miscellaneous items... well, perhaps they can be handed over to the Imperium, or of course, some can go into the Legion's 'archives'."
"Yes, after all, it's 'The Honor of the Blood Ravens'," the third Boy sneered. They expertly infiltrated the pre-planned retreat route, leaving behind only chaos and an extremely enraged Drukhari leader...
Inside Victor's bunker, Victor Faction's loyal generals were gathered. Commorragh was burning, and the combined attacks of Chaos and humanity were overwhelming it. Malys's rebellion from within was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.
Victor sat before a map board, gazing at the map, while the Victor Faction officers around him offered advice one by one: "Lord Victor, the Ninth Pirate Fleet must be recalled, otherwise they will be annihilated by Chaos."
Victor immediately said, "No! Not a single Boy from the Ninth Pirate Fleet can retreat. Go tell Elias to hold his ground and fight to the last!"
"Sir, then the Ninth Pirate Fleet will truly be wiped out!" another officer quickly added. Victor then pointed at the map and said, "We must defend against the continuing Chaos Host invasion from the north... with a ruthless and all-out counterattack!"
"Which army, sir?"
Victor immediately pointed to the Commorragh Arena in the north and said, "Let Lelith lead the Arena army to attack from the north, and then rendezvous with the Ninth Pirate Fleet."
At this point, another Drukhari advisor said, "The Ninth Pirate Fleet cannot maneuver north right now. Chaos has used Warp spells, and the number of demons is ten times ours."
"Aiko!" Victor immediately said, "Let him lead the Twelfth Pirate Fleet to support them..."
The officer immediately said, "But sir, the Twelfth Pirate Fleet has already gone west, heading to the metropolis to resist the mon-keigh army!"
"Then make him turn back!"
"Then we won't be able to hold the western front!"
Victor was almost livid: "Are you questioning my orders!? I've made myself clear enough!"
At this moment, Victor's secretary immediately said, "Those monkeys have realized that we are a force resisting Chaos. As long as Chaos remains the monkeys' great enemy, we can negotiate with them. Moreover, that 'new god of humanity' clearly intends to trade with us."
...And on the'sister-in-law's' side... Malys, in the end, was still too green compared to Victor. While her scheming was on par with Victor's, her other methods were clearly far inferior.
Malys looked at the messy room, took a deep breath, and suppressed the almost explosive rage within her. She knew very well that simply getting angry would not solve the problem.
Lord Li Feng's move, though incredibly cunning, also revealed a piece of information: humanity was clearly aware of the stc, and this meant the door to negotiation was not entirely closed.
She turned and walked to the hall, ordering her Guardians: "Gather my tactical Commanders. We need to adjust our plans immediately. At the same time, strengthen outer patrols and defenses; no more human agents can get close."
The Guardian hesitated, then whispered, "Your Excellency, should we... take retaliatory measures against the Imperium of Man now?"
Malys's icy gaze made the Guardian involuntarily step back. She sneered and said,
"Retaliation? Foolish. Lord Li Feng wouldn't care about such petty skirmishes. What we need to do is ensure the situation doesn't spiral out of control, while preserving our bargaining chips for negotiation."
"But the stc is already..."
"Silence!"
The Guardian immediately retreated, and Malys stood in the center of the empty room, contemplating her next move. She knew her time was running out; Victor, Chaos, and humanity—these three forces were closing in simultaneously. To survive, she had to find a new breakthrough in the chaos.
The position of Commorragh's city lord... it had already said goodbye to her. At this moment, on the streets of Commorragh, Space Wolves and White Scars warriors were still battling the main force of the Black Legion.
Fire and storms tore through the battlefield. Abaddon, clad in obsidian armor, wielded the claw of horus and the Sword of Despair, engaging in an earth-shattering struggle with Russ and Jaghatai Khan amidst the ruins.
Each clash caused significant ground collapse and explosions, and the fierce fighting had utterly transformed this area into a death zone.
Russ roared, his great axe carrying the mysterious power of northern frost as it swung towards Abaddon, while Chagatai seized the gap, moving like a whirlwind behind Abaddon, his scimitar thrusting directly at his back.
However, Abaddon snorted coldly, sweeping his sword to parry Russ's attack, while using the blades of the claw of horus to block Chagatai's surprise assault.
"You wretches, do you still not understand?" Abaddon's voice was as deep as an abyss and full of mockery. "Even with three of you, you are not worthy to be my enemies!"
However, just as Abaddon was exerting all his strength to deal with the two Primarchs, a familiar sound suddenly came from afar... "Bang!"
Another impossibly precise bullet shot towards Abaddon's flank, making him stagger a few steps. Russ and the Khan immediately seized the opportunity to rush forward, simultaneously striking Abaddon and sending him flying.
Abaddon was furious, almost roaring: "Li Feng, you despicable dog! How long do you plan to sneak attack from the side?!"
On the edge of the battlefield, Lord Li Feng and Celestine lay in the back seat of a jeep. Lord Li Feng was holding the sniper rifle Celestine had just delivered, adjusting its scope.
Just then, new danger arrived.
An evil whisper suddenly echoed in the sky, and twisted Warp energy converged above the battlefield, emanating an extremely dangerous aura.
A Thousand Sons Legion sorcerer led his warriors down from a psychic vortex. Their helmets gleamed like lapis lazuli, and their leader, Ahriman, floated above the battlefield, his eyes emitting a faint blue light.
Ahriman looked down at everything, saying coldly, "Fight, you pathetic pawns. The quagmire of strife will only hasten your destruction. I am here only to find my Father Nurgle / Nurgle... Magnus."
At the same time, a putrid stench wafted from another direction. Typhus of the Death Guard Legion led his troops, slowly advancing to the edge of the battlefield. Typhus stood on a plague-ridden war machine, his gaze fixed on Lord Li Feng in the distance.
"The panacea..." Typhus whispered, the corrupting aura solidifying in his words. "That is a treasure Father Nurgle / Nurgle himself ordered to obtain. And you, Li Feng, I can feel that you hold its trace in your hand."
Abaddon turned to Ahriman and Typhus: "Come help me!"
Ahriman ignored Abaddon, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire battlefield. He murmured, "Keep fighting, Warmaster. Your foolishness will be your grave. We are only here to retrieve Magnus."
Typhus, meanwhile, showed a malicious grin: "I'm not here to clean up your mess either."
Immediately, he directed the Death Guard's plague infantry to begin surrounding Lord Li Feng's position, clearly intending to directly seize the stc he might possess.
The battlefield had completely descended into chaos. Warriors from five Space Marine Chapters intertwined, like a giant meat grinder churning in the ruins.
Ahriman's Thousand Sons sorcerers unleashed powerful psychic blasts, attempting to clear the path to Lord Li Feng. Typhus's Death Guard advanced with slow but relentless steps, their corrupting plague smoke constantly eroding the surrounding warriors, both friend and foe, who struggled in the deadly miasma.
Russ and Chagatai were still engaged with Abaddon. The struggle between the three was like clashing thunder, everyone's power pushed to its limits.
However, Abaddon's gaze constantly darted towards Lord Li Feng's direction, as he gnashed his teeth and roared, "Damn it! Ahriman! Typhus! Come help me!!"
Just then, the Blood Ravens warriors finally broke through the battle lines and reached Lord Li Feng. Their armor was caked with mud and grime, but various lights gleamed from their backpacks, clearly indicating the spoils they had plundered from Malys's room.
"Your Excellency!" a Blood Ravens warrior knelt, handing Lord Li Feng a meticulously sealed container. "This is the stc template—the panacea—found in the alien's room."
Lord Li Feng took the container, his gaze sweeping over it, a slight smile playing on his lips. He murmured to himself, "The panacea... this thing is not just a simple healing tool."
Celestine, watching vigilantly from the side, said in a low voice, "Li Feng, this is not the time to be distracted. Those Chaos minions are already rushing over!"
Lord Li Feng did not answer. Instead, he quickly opened the stc container. Psychic fluctuations flowed in his hand, as if resonating with the template. His eyes gleamed slightly, clearly indicating he was directly analyzing the design principles of the panacea through his high-dimensional thinking.
"So that's it. This thing can not only heal, but also—" Lord Li Feng whispered, his voice revealing a hint of eager excitement.
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