I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Chapter 022: Commander Deyang

Even if Anglong takes a bite of this, he'll say it tastes like childhood.

Smelling the protein bar in his hand that emitted an unusual odor, Dejan had reason to be suspicious.

I'm so hungry, I'll just have to make do with this.

Before he could even swallow, a Gaussian cannon beam struck from the rear passage, blasting the upper body of a nearby soldier into an atomic state.

"Holy crap!" Dejan jumped in surprise, rolling over to hide behind cover. Looking at the undead army closing in from behind, his head was spinning. "Where did these ribs come from?"

When was our escape route cut off?

Did one of your teammates die?

"There's probably something wrong with Elijah!" Dejan gritted his teeth, various possibilities flashing through his mind.

Elijah's forces were either destroyed or simply fled.

Probably.

Never trust the promises of nobles.

If possible, death would be best.

But... what's going on with Deathwatch?

They have been unable to break through the zero-point energy core of the tomb for a long time.

This is really disappointing!

Could it be that he's also dead?

Is this all the elite personnel we have?

Thinking of this, Dejan felt a gloomy mood, and his accuracy dropped considerably.

The troops trapped in the encirclement were caught off guard.

The mourners quickly transformed themselves to help stabilize the front lines from the rear.

Malakin was also confused about the situation at this moment.

His heart bled as he watched the soldiers fall one after another.

With a QR code above its head, the servo soldier numbered 0671 struggled to fall out of the pipe grille. Half of its skull was dented, and an optical lens was shattered. It communicated repeatedly with intermittent binary noise and a severely distorted human voice: "Warning...Warning...!"

"Lord Koren... orders... abandon the left flank... everyone... move to B-7 tunnel!"

The air freezes.

The fiery rage of the psionic energy and the roar of the warrior exploded simultaneously!

"Elijah Coron!!!"

"He threw us here as sacrifices to his ambition!" roared Salaf, the light from his staff flickering with rage.

"A shameful betrayal!"

The grieving veteran slammed his fist against the rock wall.

Dejan was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder, wishing he could tear Elijah apart with his bare hands to vent his anger.

He was so emotional that he heard muffled whispers in his ears.

"Those who betray you deserve to die!"

"Kill them and take the fragments!"

"Want to gain power? Open your heart..."

Realizing something was wrong, Dejan grabbed his thigh and twisted it hard.

The stinging pain shattered those chaotic noises.

He forcibly suppressed the muffled whispers.

Once he regained consciousness, Dejan quickly realized a problem.

Warp corruption has arrived.

This proves that the black stone network of the Necropolis has been destroyed.

The suppression effect on subspace was greatly weakened.

If the stasis device that seals the fragments is affected, will the Star God fragments go berserk?

Not far away, Malakin's hand gripping the holy sword clicked and creaked, and the hydraulic joints of his power armor emitted a screeching sound from excessive force, reminding him of some unpleasant memories.

But he did not back down.

Malakin took a deep breath, his breathing heavy under his helmet. He glanced at the battlefield and gestured with his right hand to reassure his men.

"Calamity may befall anyone, but few are brave enough to do so without complaint or compromise."

We are neither defeated nor afraid of it.

For we are the sons of Saint Gilles!

Loyal defenders of the empire!

The practitioner of the emperor's will!

Suspicion, alienation, deception, and betrayal will only make us stronger!

Now, pick up your weapons and continue the fight!

As he spoke, Malakin walked up to Deyan and placed a heavy responsibility on Deyan's shoulders.

"I am now promoting you to Assistant Legion Commander. Your orders are to clear the rear of the aliens, open up the passage, and ensure that reinforcements can arrive smoothly."

To Dejan, this scene was like Guilliman patting Titus on the shoulder and saying, "My son, I'm giving you a company; the responsibility of retaking the 500 worlds of Alteramar is now in your hands!"

This is ridiculous!

For a fleeting moment, Dejan and Titus shared a similar feeling.

He took a step to the side and nudged Grove with his elbow.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Stop fooling around!"

Grove's face tightened, and he immediately knelt down.

There's no hiding now.

Deyan pointed to his own nose. "Sir, are you talking to me?"

With great power comes great responsibility; you can't escape it.

Seeing Deyan instinctively back down, Malakin felt slightly disappointed and prayed in his heart that the Golden Warrior would appear.

Dejan fell silent, his gaze sweeping over Malakin and noticing the weeping warriors still battling the undead.

The lingering hesitation in my heart gradually faded away.

The poor people have been betrayed by the empire countless times, and being betrayed by it has become commonplace, but they have not given up on themselves and fallen into chaos.

The one who wept bitterly was still demonstrating his loyalty and protecting the people with his blood. How could he possibly live a life of shame?

I'm not sure what to expect and I'm not prepared.

The world is a giant makeshift stage, and being forced into things is the norm.

Deyan gripped the chainsaw sword tightly, no longer hesitating.

"My lord, thank you for your trust. I will do my best."

And so, Deyan, still holding the title of regimental commander, led the Anvil Company and some of the remaining soldiers, breaking out through the gap opened by the Weeping Ones, and regrouping the scattered troops in the passage to begin pushing back against the undead.

He wanted to ensure that reinforcements could continuously support the Buto mine.

However, this mission was doomed to failure from the very beginning.

Because there are no reinforcements!

……

The battle raged fiercely in the Necropolis.

The forward base was also busy.

Large numbers of soldiers, having fallen into chaos, tore through their disguises and launched an attack on the unsuspecting Koren family guards.

In the assembly square, a blasphemous eight-pointed star, drawn with still-uncongealed blood, broken entrails, and viscous engine oil, emitted a dark red, malevolent light.

A massive amount of life energy and soul fragments were being frantically absorbed by the black-robed figure at the center of the magic circle.

The psionicist Bruno had already pulled down his hood, revealing his fanatical and twisted face.

He raised his arms high and chanted blasphemous incantations.

Every syllable makes the structure of reality groan under its unbearable burden.

"Hehehe, listen to the deathly silence of annihilation, Elijah!"

Bruno's voice became shrill and distorted due to the overload of psionic energy. The magic circle beneath his feet suddenly shone brightly, and the ominous energy tore through the veil of reality, transmitting the coordinates outward.

Reach the Devil's World of Wailing Peaks and Valleys within the Eye of Fear.

The filthy green and pale white lightning struck the earth, which was flowing with pus, blood, and lava.

Warmaster Abaddon, wielding the demonic sword Draconion wreathed in black flames, stood atop a colossal pyramid cast from skulls and blasphemous black iron, indifferently surveying the massive extinction ritual below.

Slaves captured from different planets were driven in droves by the warriors of the Black Legion into pre-arranged slaughterhouses.

Blood gushed into the ditch, and the soul was forcibly extracted and injected into the base of the pyramid.

The sacrifice was so massive that the psychic resentment it emitted was enough to dim the light of a star.

"War Master!" A Tzeentch wizard clad in a robe adorned with living eyes prostrated himself on the ground. "Coordinates anchored. The warp portal's strength exceeds expectations, sufficient for your warriors to descend!"

Abaddon slowly raised his head, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every Chaos Warrior.

"The Star God Fragment, a relic from the ancient sage era, belongs to me. It will become the sharp blade that tears through the veil of reality and the beacon that illuminates the path of the thirteenth expedition."

"For true power and change!"

"Bring the fragments back!"

Space was torn apart like cloth by an invisible force, from which came the howls and mad babbling of chaotic demons.

An elite assault force of Black Legion and enchanted warriors, along with a demonic tide drawn by the ritual, descends upon Gondor.

Bruno was Abaddon's henchman from the very beginning.

The prophecy foretells the use of fragments of Azagorod, the Nightbringer, to lure Elijah into attacking Gondor, summoning the Lamenters and the Deathwatch to storm the Tomb of the Dead...

The grand drama orchestrated by Chaos Warmaster Abaddon has officially begun.

Dejan was unaware that his opponent was the chosen one of the Four Gods, the Chaos Warmaster, the Great Raider, the invincible Abaddon, and the number one Warhammer player to kill a target!