Gunfire roared across this rooftop.
Only, compared to the previous two-sided struggle between Sith and Black Skull, it had now become a three-way melee involving the Genestealers as well.
To be precise, the 101st Regiment held their ground, casually gunning down a few enemies who lacked awareness, and then watched as the Chaos forces faced the endless tide of Genestealers.
"Take the wounded to the rear, then rotate the rear-line troops forward. Let the front-line soldiers fall back for a brief rest."
Sith stood at the forefront of the position, continuously issuing orders to the officers behind him, including Bruno.
A large number of soldiers were able to withdraw, replaced by fresh troops from the rear who had been resting and recuperating.
Even behind the front lines, a wave of fragrant aroma drifted over—the logistics units had actually delivered steaming hot pots of protein stew to the forward troops!
At this moment, the soldiers under Sith's command crouched within their positions, lifting mess tins to their mouths to eat the piping hot food, while their eyes watched the front with an almost bored expression.
Black Skull was also observing the battlefield at this moment, but the more he looked, the more rigid his expression became.
Especially upon seeing the humans across the way actually starting to eat a meal. Even his facial muscles, mutated to extreme hardness, couldn't help but twitch violently.
Gazing at the 101st Regiment, and especially at that Mortal standing on the position in his finely crafted power armor.
Black Skull found he couldn't even muster anger in his heart, only an overwhelming sense of frustration.
"I have only ever brought fear to Mortals."
"How is it that when it comes to you, not only are you unafraid, but you actually start having a meal?"
"Now you make me feel that my bloody battle with these xenos is more like a grand performance put on specifically for your entertainment!"
Black Skull looked at the 101st Regiment, then at the surging Genestealers beside them, before his gaze fell fiercely upon Blasphemous Horn.
Black Skull was no fool. How could he not know that Blasphemous Horn would rather fight the endless Genestealers to the death than face Sith.
After all, facing the Genestealers, while nine chances out of ten meant death, facing Sith, in Blasphemous Horn's mind, was a guaranteed ten out of ten—utterly hopeless!
At that moment, another communication came through to Black Skull's ear. Hearing the various military progress reports relayed by the Chaos Fleet above, all indicating smooth sailing—especially the news that numerous Chaos Warbands and cultists had already begun performing various fanaticism rituals using large number of civilians—Black Skull felt as if he wasn't fighting on the same Alert Star as them.
Listening to the fanaticism cries of other Chaos Warbands in his ear, and hearing about yet more Blasphemy ritual performed to please those Dark Gods, Black Skull mustered one last shred of desperate hope and looked across the way.
The human soldiers had finished their meal by now and lit up cigarettes.
The corner of his mouth twitched. Looking at the opponent's At least thirty thousand Imperial Guardsmen, then at his own remaining dozen or so Astartes, a simple calculation later, Black Skull's heart turned utterly cold.
But what surprised Black Skull even more was that after he looked towards the human position, a burly man opposite carrying a heavy machine gun actually dared to glare back!
And glaring was one thing. After being bewildered to this point, Black Skull had already admitted that this group of Mortals across from him was Powerful to the point of being bizarre. Being glared at was just them having the Confidence.
But that machine gunner's mouth seemed to turn into a machine gun itself. After a rapid series of openings and closings, the stream of curses directed at him didn't contain a single repeated word!
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