The pressure on the defense had lessened.
The Commissar of the Death Korps of Krieg, wearing a gas mask and carrying an entrenching tool on his back, caught sight of internal problems arising among the distant Greenskin Orks from within the trenches.
Their firepower was rapidly decreasing!
Realizing this, the Commissar ordered the soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg to leave their original defensive lines and begin active suppressive fire against the Greenskin units.
A steady barrage of lasfire poured steadily onto the Greenskin Orks.
The Orks let out waves of warcries, organizing charge after charge under the leadership of the Ork Bosses.
But on the side of the Death Korps of Krieg, even though they held the advantage at this moment, they maintained an indescribable silence.
This regiment gave the impression that they didn’t seem like living people, but rather like machines or gears standing there…
silent yet highly efficient.
It wasn’t until a metal wall burst open and the head of a Greenskin Ork Boss was chopped off by Lancelot’s sharp sword that the dust settled, the humming of the power sword’s disruption field becoming the background noise of the battlefield.
When Lancelot’s tall figure and iconic posture appeared before them, the silent Death Korps of Krieg finally showed some movement!
Dark green armor, a beige hood, a power sword bearing the Imperial Aquila…
An Astartes possessing these three features had an identity that self-evidently pointed straight to that loyal and mysterious First Legion!
Thanks to the modus operandi of the Dark Angels, even though Lancelot, a Fallen Angel, suddenly appeared on the bridge, he did not arouse the suspicion of any loyalist soldiers.
In their eyes, the sudden appearance of an Angel of the God-Emperor was tantamount to a massive help and validation for their battle situation!
“My Lord, the 249th Siege Company of the 17th Siege Regiment, Death Korps of Krieg, is ordered to guard the armory here in full force.
Currently, the 248th and 417th Siege Companies are defending the central corridor.
What are your orders!” The Death Korps of Krieg Commissar immediately led the Krieg soldiers stationed here to kneel on one knee towards Lancelot, rapidly clarifying the current situation for him.
It turned out that Lancelot was currently standing on a Cobra-class destroyer.
This destroyer was originally performing a Warp jump alongside its fleet.
For some unknown reason, the ship suddenly dropped out of the Warp and appeared in this sector occupied by the Greenskin Orks.
It couldn’t possibly be the effect of my Inviolable Domain, could it…
Lancelot couldn’t help but mutter internally.
But looking up again at the Kriegsmen before him, feeling the gazes they cast at him from under their gas masks, a wave of indescribable emotions welled up in Lancelot’s heart once more.
It felt heavy.
He didn’t expect to encounter soldiers from this regiment.
The Death Korps of Krieg.
A regiment whose signature behavior is the silent charge.
He used to only see them in videos.
He hadn’t expected that when the Death Korps of Krieg genuinely appeared before his eyes and saluted him, he would feel this way.
“For the Emperor.” Lancelot couldn’t help but immerse himself in his role, so he reached up and took off his helmet.
The eyes of everyone in the Death Korps of Krieg focused on Lancelot’s action in an instant.
And when the soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg saw the human face beneath the helmet, their hearts were struck as if by lightning!
Space Marines rarely take off their helmets.
That is not just an integrated tactical system, but also a symbol of a Space Marine’s identity as an Angel of the Emperor.
Once taken off, it usually means only one thing.
That is to show respect.
For the Death Korps of Krieg, this was indeed supreme glory!
Their homeworld having been ravaged by internal strife, the soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg believed themselves inherently guilty from birth.
Thus, they viewed themselves as the Emperor’s currency, not his subjects.
And dying for the Imperium, dying for the Emperor, is part of their atonement.
But now, this Angel of the Emperor before them was willing to take off his helmet for them…
No matter the reason, the soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg could feel they were being respected.
But being usually taciturn, they were not good with words and could only stand even straighter to face Lancelot’s inspection.
“Mortals, my name is Lancelot.
I currently need to replenish sufficient ammunition, and I require a squad to go with me to purge these enemies of humanity.” Because he was unfamiliar with the ship’s layout, Lancelot needed a mortal squad to guide him.
Furthermore, needing to hide his identity as a transmigrator, Lancelot directly used his in-game nickname as his name.
Although leaking secrets wouldn’t result in any substantive punishment, the Combat Score was linked to the rewards for his future secrets, so naturally, the more the better.
When Lancelot finished speaking, even the Commissar of the Death Korps of Krieg couldn’t help but breathe slightly faster for a moment, his heartbeat instantly accelerating.
As for the reason, it was naturally very simple.
These mortal soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg would have the honor of fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the Emperor’s Angel.
…
Meanwhile, the Greenskin Orks, driven back by Lancelot, were far from being intimidated.
“Arrrgh!
‘Oi finks fightin’ dat big ‘un is proper borin’!
Me shoota won’t even fire bullets when ‘e’s around!
‘Oi’m gonna go WAAAGH!
sumwhere else!” “Me too!
‘Eard dat down below dis ship, sum Grot boyz found a buncha fully-armed, four-armed humies!
‘Oi finks dey must be right good in a scrap!” “WAAAGH!
Den wot are we waitin’ for!” The above conversation occurred between two Ork Boyz who had narrowly escaped from Lancelot’s hands.
…
On the other side.
Less than three minutes after Lancelot issued his orders, an elite 10-man squad of the Death Korps of Krieg was selected.
Lancelot’s bolter was fully loaded here as well, and he established radio contact with the Krieg soldiers.
At this moment, as Lancelot put on his helmet and was fully geared up and ready to go, an unexpected piece of news reached his ears.
“Lord Brother, the bridge command center is currently out of contact.
Allied radio reports that the boarding Greenskins, agitated by something unknown, have started drilling into the ship’s lower decks.
Scout squads discovered a group of four-armed humanoid xenos wielding weapons charging out from the bottom deck, and are currently engaged in combat with the Orks.” Four-armed xenos charged out from the bottom deck?
Hearing this news, Lancelot’s expression also became slightly hard to maintain.
Affected by his Inviolable Domain, the Orks were completely unmotivated in his presence.
Lacking so much enthusiasm, yet with the Greenskins’ inherently rowdy nature, it was perhaps those pipe-drilling Grots who discovered the ship’s lower decks and accidentally ran into the Genestealers!
Lancelot was also extremely familiar with this type of xenos.
These things are Genestealers, commonly known as Stealers, the vanguard infiltrators of the Tyranids, and one of the most secretive and dangerous parasitic threats in the galaxy.
In this universe full of monsters and freaks, any race without some serious tricks up its sleeve would have been wiped out by the Imperium of Man long ago, yet the population of Genestealers has grown increasingly prosperous due to humanity’s interstellar voyages.
This thing is quite disgusting.
It doesn’t directly kill people, but instead injects Genestealer genes into human bodies.
Those implanted with genes can be called hosts.
The hosts won’t die; rather, they are brainwashed into fanatically worshipping the Genestealers.
No clues can be seen from their appearance, but from then on, the offspring reproduced by the hosts will all be Genestealers.
Simply this is not the greatest threat.
As reproduction continues, the first generation of Genestealers is easy to spot, but subsequent generations become increasingly like ordinary people.
By the fourth generation, Genestealers can even rise to the top echelons of humanity.
This might seem like genetic assimilation, but this is exactly the most disgusting part.
When it reaches the 5th generation, those 4th-generation Stealers, whose appearance is indistinguishable from humans, will directly give birth to Purestrain Genestealers, achieving a regression to their ancestral form.
Moreover, Purestrain Genestealers are incredibly powerful.
Their claws can easily tear through the heavy armor of a Terminator, and they possess extremely high intelligence and even psychic talents.
It could be said that this xeno is extraordinarily dangerous.
However, what made it somewhat hard for Lancelot to keep a straight face was that, before completely becoming Purestrain Genestealers…
those gene-infected hybrid Stealers would actually still worship the Emperor!
Yes, although their cognition was skewed, they still considered themselves part of humanity!
Even though their Emperor had four arms, most hybrid Stealers…
to some extent, were genuinely the most devout Imperial believers!
They believed in the God-Emperor, carved holy statues, worked desperately hard, and even fought Chaos and xenos—more “loyal” than the true believers!
Thus the saying goes, “Those who are cunning will die for their country”…
It’s just unknown how many hybrids these Genestealers popping out of the lower decks have developed…
But in short, these guys are all enemies of humanity!
First the Ork boarding actions, then the Ork boarding led to the emergence of these Genestealers.
Maybe the Dark Eldar will get involved later on?!
Lancelot sighed inwardly.
What can he say?
Welcome to Warhammer 40K!