This scene directly provoked laughter from the surrounding human soldiers. The Warband Astartes beside him also had anger flare in their eyes as they looked at Black Skull, who had repeatedly forbidden them from advancing to reap Mortal lives.
Black Skull was taken aback. Even a clay figurine has a bit of temper, let alone an Astartes like him who had killed who knows how many Mortals.
An Uncontrollable rage rose in Black Skull's heart. He abruptly drew his Chainsword, pointing it directly at Bruno. The other Chaos Astartes behind him finally let out roars, fanatical wanting to charge over.
As for the Genestealers nearby, let Blasphemous Horn and those traitors engage in their pathetic chicken-fight with them.
But while Black Skull was fury, when Bruno saw that his taunts had actually provoked the enemy, he hurriedly ducked back into the position and grabbed his machine gun, preparing to defend.
After all, if Black Skull was shocked that the opposite could trade dozens of mere Mortals for one of his Astartes, Bruno and the others were equally tense, knowing that once the enemy moved out, their side would suffer At least dozens casualties!
Only, unlike before when there were only 101st Regiment soldiers, this time there was an additional dark silver figure at the front of the position.
Seeing Black Skull's fury and his preparation to attack again, Sith—who had been waiting for the Genestealers to serve the Emperor with their lives—finally drew his weapons.
An ancient, elegant power sword. A finely crafted Bolter.
When Sith took up his weapons and the pair of red lenses on his helmet looked over, the fury Black Skull, who had been about to stride forward, suddenly halted his step.
The helmet concealed any change in Black Skull's expression from outsiders. But as Black Skull felt the Cold mechanical red eyes gaze of that power-armored Mortal upon him, an immense fear abruptly rose from the depths of his heart.
It was as if he had been spotted by a Warp Daemon capable of tearing him apart in an instant.
As an Astartes who had pledged himself to the Dark Gods, Black Skull had received some of their blessings. This perception of danger was precisely why he had been able to rise to become the leader of his Warband.
Only, in the past, the most he had experienced was various forms of Panic and palpitations. Even when encountering some powerful enemies, it was at most a slight fear.
But when Sith's gaze fell upon him, the Huge panic deep within Black Skull's heart, blaring like a red alert, was clearly telling him that he must be extremely wary of this Mortal before him!
The surrounding Chaos Astartes wondered why Black Skull had stopped again. Their eyes held little obedience towards Black Skull, only dissatisfied bred by his repeated acts of perceived weakness.
Especially hearing that other Chaos Warbands had already feasted upon who knows how many Mortals, and that some Warbands whose rituals were fear enough had even succeeded in summoning Warp Daemons, their urgent only grew.
After all, in their eyes, the opposite Mortal position hadn't changed much; there was just one additional Mortal in power armor.
With over a dozen of their Astartes charging together, they refused to believe they couldn't kill this mere group of thirty thousand Mortals.
Feeling the Strong dissatisfaction and expect of his Warband brothers around him, Black Skull's eyes behind his helmet merely darted around rapidly once before he forcefully stamped his foot down again.
Simultaneously raising his weapon, he shouted to the Warband brothers behind him who were growing increasingly dissatisfied with him:
"For the Dark Gods!"
This rare Inspiring Moments ignited the Chaos Astartes behind him, who were already suppressing their anger. They immediately raised their weapons and roared in unison. Then, with a forward sweep of Black Skull's arm, the group of Chaos Astartes charged forward.
Ironically, Black Skull, who had just delivered the Encouragement, remained in place.
Or rather... hid at the back.
This scene, transmitted to the ever-watchful Blasphemous Horn further back, caused his eyes to suddenly light up as if he had discovered a kindred spirit, and he looked intently at Black Skull.
Then, together with Black Skull, he looked further ahead, wanting to see if the simultaneous attack by over a dozen Astartes could break through these evil Mortals.
Bruno's face instantly turned pale as he saw so many Astartes charging over at once.
He hurriedly tried to pull the trigger, but the Astartes' superhuman reactions and speed allowed them to unleash Bolter fire first.
Unlike before when only one or two were committed, deploying over a dozen at once actually managed to suppress the 101st Regiment's forward position.large number of soldiers, even Stormtroopers, began to be precisely picked off by the Chaos Astartes.
As a result, large amount Imperial Guardsmen could only huddle behind cover, relying on instinct and feel to return fire at the Astartes.
But these inaccurate barrages had little chance of hitting the agile Astartes, let alone causing casualties.
This scene gradually kindled a flicker of hope in Black Skull's heart, until the Astartes finally closed in, and that Mortal in dark silver power armor swung his weapon.
The power sword danced with a faint glow. And when Black Skull clearly saw the scene before him, he—while still clinging to a hope that had no time to fade—activated his superhuman physique, decisively turned, and sprinted towards the transport craft behind him.
"Have our ship make ready immediately."
"I'm getting the hell away from this evil place..."
"The farther the better!!!"
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