Lancelot took a deep breath, performed a gorgeous sword flourish, and then issued the command: “For the Emperor, move out!
Purge the enemies of humanity!” Lancelot took a deep breath and led the squad, striding forward down the warship’s corridor.
The soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg behind him followed in an extremely orderly manner to provide support.
However, most of them only needed to finish off those Greenskin Orks that had been chopped in half by Lancelot.
And just this single bit of help alone had already increased Lancelot’s efficiency.
In the past, no matter the situation, one had to at least completely chop the Greenskin Orks’ heads to a pulp.
Only then could one prevent these Orks, whose nature was like mushrooms, from picking up their comrades’ corpses and piecing them back together for resurrection.
But now, the soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg eliminated this concern for Lancelot.
The elites capable of being selected from a company of the Death Korps of Krieg indeed had an extremely high level of skill.
Their shooting was accurate, their tactical coordination was also excellent, and they were familiar with the ship’s structure, which greatly accelerated Lancelot’s speed of advance.
Of course, the last point was the key.
With soldiers familiar with the ship’s structure to guide him, Lancelot no longer needed to continuously pursue based on sound, but instead began to utilize the terrain to encircle and annihilate the Greenskin Orks.
But advancing like this meant they would still encounter danger.
The Orks only appeared reckless; in reality, they were also incredibly cunning.
After discovering that shootas seemed to be of no use, they began to bundle explosives together to create improvised explosive devices.
During the advance, a Krieg Death Korps soldier was suddenly ambushed by a Grot holding explosives that rushed out from a corner.
The fuse was about to burn out.
But even so, the Krieg soldier did not show any fear.
He silently and calmly fired his gun to kill it.
However, the explosion was already right before his eyes; yet, the young face beneath the respirator mask appeared so resolute.
“O Emperor, have I completed my atonement?” The young warrior thought so.
For the warriors of the rest of the Imperium, having their souls return to the Golden Throne was their lifelong pursuit.
But for the soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg, death was merely paying off the debts they owed.
Krieg was originally a prosperous planet, but because a rebellion occurred, everything that was once flourishing was destroyed.
Loyalists and traitors slaughtered each other in ruins and trenches.
By the time the loyalists achieved a brutal victory, Krieg had already been reduced to ruins.
Since then, these Kriegsmen felt ashamed because of the rebellion.
Atonement became their choice, and the method was to die in battle for the Imperium.
Sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Imperium.
Today, the bloated and rotting corpse of the Imperium totters in the wind and rain.
In the era where the Primarchs have disappeared, it is through the sacrifices of countless people that it has been able to endure to this day.
But right as this Krieg Death Korps soldier calmly faced death, Lancelot pulled his body aside like lightning, kicked the bomb away, and subsequently chopped it in half with his power sword.
Boom!
The bomb still exploded not far away, and terrifying flames violently raged at that moment!
The Inviolable Domain could not affect the natural laws of the material world, and this bomb forged by the Orks was indeed terrifying in power, yet it was still blocked by Lancelot’s power armor.
It was just that his robe was scorched, revealing the black armor with its insignias erased, but it was not a major issue.
Lancelot swung his sword, cleaving apart the cloud of the explosion.
He then glanced at the soldier behind him and prepared to continue advancing.
But at that moment, a somewhat hoarse voice came from behind.
“My Lord, I don’t understand.” The Krieg Death Korps soldier, always renowned for silence, finally couldn’t help but open his mouth to ask: “Saving me will affect your efficiency in purging these heretics!
The next time you encounter this situation, please don’t worry about us!” The soldier spoke with the utmost seriousness.
Lancelot just glanced at him and then turned back around.
Krieg Death Korps soldiers view death as an honor.
Had he just robbed him of that opportunity?
Ordinary Space Marines perhaps would not pay too much attention to the life or death of these mortals.
But for Lancelot, who had just transmigrated, things were different.
In the game, he might not care about how many units died in battle, but now that they were right before his eyes and he was experiencing it personally, he would still try his best to save them.
However, facing the question from the warrior behind him, Lancelot felt somewhat helpless and could only casually say: “Soldier, cherish your life.” After Lancelot said this, he continued to stride forward, leaving behind only the Krieg Death Korps soldier, who was now standing up from the ground.
At that moment, the soldier seemed to fall into some kind of cognitive contradiction, until the Commissar beside him handed back the lasgun that had previously fallen to the side.
“Pick up your rifle, soldier.
Do not waste the second life bestowed upon you by the Emperor’s Angel.” “…Yes, Sir.” The soldier took the rifle, but his tone was low.
The Commissar of the Death Korps of Krieg grabbed his shoulder at that moment and said: “I understand your confusion, soldier!
But this only means that your mission is not yet complete!” The Commissar spoke earnestly.
In other regiments, Commissars supervise battles to prevent morale from collapsing and deserters from appearing, but in the Death Korps of Krieg, the education the Commissars receive is meant to prevent the soldiers from making meaningless sacrifices.
It was just that this encounter was something he, a battle-hardened Commissar, had never experienced before.
An Angel of the Emperor actually stopped in his tracks for mere mortals like them, and even admonished them to cherish life.
In this despairing world today where dying for the Emperor is glory, this sentence was indeed somewhat incomprehensible.
The Commissar could only gaze deeply at the black-armored back in the distance.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
The severed limbs and broken arms of the Orks were flying randomly everywhere as if swung by an invisible mop.
Squelch— The greatsword in Lancelot’s hand danced, sword flourishes blooming continuously.
Xenos corpses fell before him and were then stomped into fragments by his iron boots.
The soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg witnessed firsthand what a humanoid meat grinder truly was.
The machine spirit within the power sword was exceptionally active, every swing being a full-power roar.
Under the suppression of the Inviolable Domain, the Greenskin Boyz also dropped their armor and fled like Grots whose toes had been stepped on!
The Orks posed absolutely no threat, but soon Lancelot approached the area occupied by the Genestealers!
Genestealers were likewise exceptionally powerful hunters.
Lancelot did not dare to underestimate them in the slightest.
He waved his hand, signaling the Krieg Death Korps soldiers following him to set up a defensive position on their own, and then strode forward into the corridor.
The lighting array on the ceiling above had long since shattered, leaving only blood-red emergency lights under the emergency power supply, cutting the entire space into fragments of alternating light and dark.
Lancelot took a step and stood in the center of the fragments.
Within the perception of an Astartes, some things were surging in the darkness.
The first one leaped out from the shadows.
But Lancelot did not step back then; he did not even move his feet.
With just a twist of his wrist, the tip of the sword dipped and flicked upwards, stabbing in through the monster’s lower jaw and piercing out through its upper palate!