Along with that pack of howling space Necrons, an entire group of people—including the super-deranged Irena—were all utterly dumbfounded.
Just where had these lunatic Necrons come from?
At the same time, this group of people all turned their gazes toward Akel.
The meaning was perfectly clear: you’re all Alpharius, so the implication is, why don’t you handle it?
“…….”
At this moment Akel, his face expressionless, pointed at Heydrich, then pointed at himself, the meaning plain enough.
Ah, you’re asking me to compare myself to an ancient sage?
“Blasphemous heretics and xenos have contaminated Kuent, and now we are going to return all of Hive City Kuent to the embrace of the Emperor.
Also, might we ask, whether we may obtain….”
At this moment the Necron Overlords paid no heed whatsoever to this group of Astartes; instead they looked excitedly toward Heydrich, who was at present disguised as a Necron Phaeron.
“Don’t you know how to make synthetic skin?”
Space Necrons infected by the Flayer Virus all harbored a morbid craving for human skin, and even space Necrons would treat this group of people as cannon fodder to be swiftly disposed of.
Ordinary space Necrons, when they killed, simply blasted their victims into scattered ash, but these things would actually flay alive every existence they slew.
But what Heydrich wanted to say was: don’t you know how to use synthetic skin?
This thing wasn’t exactly cutting-edge technology in this world; he refused to believe this lot couldn’t manufacture it.
Since you could make it artificially anyway, there was no need at all to go flaying skin—how filthy was that.
……
Meanwhile, on the other side, at the great gate of Hive City Kuent.
At that doorway located in the lower-hive of the hive, this place had by now turned into an absolute meat-grinder.
“For the Four-Armed Emperor God, everyone follow the Emissary!!!”
At this moment, atop a defensive position, a group of soldiers bearing pronounced forehead creases were rallying under the command of their leader.
And at the very front of them were several pure-blood Genestealers, whose appearance was already utterly different from that of humans.
“This is His Majesty’s mercy!!!”
At this moment a colonel of the Planetary Defense Force came rushing over driving an armored vehicle, and upon seeing this formation and the pure-blood Genestealers at its head, the corner of this colonel’s eye gave a twitch.
But even so, at this moment he handed over to them a batch of bombs loaded with melta, whereupon these Genestealers, one by one, said little.
They simply seized these meltas and strapped them onto their bodies, and that pure-blood Genestealer strapped on even more.
As a pure-blood Genestealer his connection to the Great Devourer was all the more intimate, and at this moment the Chaos corruption here had likewise reached a considerable degree.
So for the Great Devourer, these Chaos cultists were the greatest enemy of all.
“Praise the great Governor, charge for the Four-Armed Emperor God!!!”
Thereupon these Genestealers, one and all fearless of death, charged toward a tall red figure—which was none other than a Chaos Space Marine.
“Hmph!!!”
But quite obviously, on this kind of vast battlefield, especially one where they held no numerical advantage, the Genestealers’ movements were still too conspicuous, and the Chaos Space Marine spotted them almost at once.
Thereupon the boltgun in his hands fired off precise, controlled bursts, blasting them all apart outright.
And those meltas were prematurely detonated by the unwilling Genestealers, whereupon…..
BOOM!!!
The tremendous roar of the explosion echoed on and on; thousands of cultists were instantly vaporized.
Tens of thousands of cultists collapsed to the ground wailing, but still more cultists came charging through that shattered gate, and in the blink of an eye they had completely covered over the area the bomb had cleared.
The sheer number of Khorne cultists was simply too great—or rather, the Sector Governor’s grip over this local planet of his was in fact quite strong.
This kind of forceful control in ordinary times was like pressing a thin sheet of iron over the mouth of a boiling pressure cooker; once a rip was torn open in that iron sheet, the entire pot would spew out through that breach, and what spewed forth was enough to scald to death anyone who tried to draw near.
Although there were some cults, these cults—even including the Genestealer cult—were all very weak in strength.
Moreover, they balanced one another out, but the problem was that the arrival of so very many World Eaters was precisely what shattered that balance.
And then an avalanche effect was set off.
In order to counter these Chaos sects, he had no choice but to mobilize a great deal of force, even collecting ten years’ worth of taxes in advance to strike a deal with the oil-stained tech-priests, requisitioning several Warhound Titans and the support of the Frateris Militia.
Then the Nurgle sect out on the wastelands rapidly expanded, and in order to suppress those Khorne cultists he also redeployed a great number of Slaanesh cultists down into the lower-hive.
The result was absolutely splendid—by now the entire planet Kuent had fallen into chaos.
“Everyone silently recite the Emperor’s prayer; Imperial Cult priests, continue bestowing blessings.”
The chief commissar of the Planetary Defense Force kept bellowing without cease; as a retired commissar of the Astra Militarum, he had abundant experience in combating Chaos, and so at this moment he had taken over the role of supreme commander.
But even this commissar, so seasoned in battle, felt his scalp go numb.
Though he now had the hive at his back, with the support of the entire sector government, and his baseline conditions were far better than those of the battlefields he had been through.
But this time the number of cultists was simply too great, and looking at that crowd of red figures cutting through the throngs of people, at this moment he felt nothing but cold sweat pouring out—Chaos Space Marines.
One had to understand that on most battlefields you could not actually see Space Marines at all; it was said the Imperium’s Space Marines numbered only around a million.
But these Chaos Space Marines were even fewer in number, and though he had fought in a hundred battles—
facing such a number of Space Marines was still a first for him.
Knowing all too well how terrifying these things were, he absolutely did not dare to remain in a single command room for too long.
One had to understand that Space Marines were made precisely for decapitation strikes, for destroying command systems.
“We need the support of the Astartes; only they can stand against Space Marines.”
Watching on the monitor now as the Genestealers, fearless of death, charged toward the Space Marines, the commissar said with a touch of urgency.
One had to understand that ordinary Genestealers posed basically no threat to Space Marines, and there was only one reason those Chaos Space Marines had not destroyed their command system.
And that was that they were busy dealing with those pure-blood Genestealers.
One had to understand that although these things’ claws could directly punch through the armor of the Astartes, the creatures themselves were quite fragile, best suited to fighting in the cramped terrain of ship corridors and pipes through sheer weight of numbers.
But this was now an open hive, and the number of Khorne cultists was greater still.
This left these pure-blood Genestealers with no opportunity at all to bring their advantages to bear.
So at this moment all the commissar could do was pin his hopes on whether there were any Astartes who had come along with the Inquisition; as for support from the Imperium, that was not even worth thinking about.
The fighting had only just begun—without several years’ wait, that kind of support would absolutely never arrive.
Meanwhile, up in the spire-top, the Sector Governor too was watching the situation before him with a furrowed brow.
By now the red zones had already covered nearly the greater half of the lower-hive; defeat was merely a matter of time.
“We need a Titan.”
At this moment he too looked toward a high sage beside him—this was a high sage from a nearby Mechanicus world whom he had invited at the utmost cost of his efforts.
At present they had three Titans—Warhound Titans—in hand, as well as a large body of Frateris Militia.
These were his trump cards; the lower-hive had fallen far too quickly, leaving him no choice but to deploy this batch of Titans.
As for those few Deathwatch who had come with the Inquisition, he no longer held out any hope for them.
After all, what they had to face was Chaos Space Marines dozens of times their own number; it would be good enough if they could just send the message back.
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