After several days of Warp travel, the combined fleet finally exited that bizarre dimension and returned to the familiar and stable Ultramar Sector. In the cold void, the massive Macragge's Honour, like a silent blue giant, quietly awaited the return of the expeditionary force. When the two slightly damaged strike cruisers—the Unyielding Will and the Fist of Contrition—and the distinct Aeldari warship, the "Soul Song Blade," slowly entered view and rendezvoused with the main fleet, an indescribable sense of relief spread through the heart of every Imperial warrior.
Inside the medical bay of the "Soul Song Blade," Gaius slowly opened his eyes. What greeted him was the soft glow emanating from the Wraithbone ceiling and a faint, ethereal Aeldari fragrance in the air, different from the scent of Imperial medicines. He felt a bit groggy, as if he had experienced a long and fantastical dream.
Memories gradually pieced together like fragments: the battle on Taranis Prime, Kairos Fateweaver's terrifying pressure, the desperate struggle against another self in the psychic realm, the golden light... and finally, the sight of the Tzeentchian Chosen being torn apart by the golden power.
But what happened after that? How did he repel Kairos Fateweaver? That part of his memory was a blank, only an indescribable fatigue, as if his body had been emptied and then refilled, and an unexplainable calm and warmth deep within his soul.
"You're awake," a calm voice said. Gaius turned his head and saw Tech-Sergeant Luna standing by his bed, her bionic eye flickering as if recording his vital signs.
"Luna... where's the Sergeant? How are the others?" Gaius struggled to sit up, finding himself a bit weak.
"Lie still," Luna pressed him down. "Although your body has no external injuries, it seems to have undergone an immense energy load and needs rest. Sergeant Golden..." She paused, her voice as calm as ever, but with a subtle softening. "He is out of critical danger. Aeldari medical technology is excellent, but he was too severely injured, with multiple organ ruptures and shattered bones, requiring a long period of regenerative treatment and recuperation."
Hearing that Sergeant Golden was alive, Gaius let out a long sigh of relief, a heavy weight finally lifted from his heart. As long as there was life, there was hope.
"What about the others? Is Dorian alright?"
"He's fine. Overly energetic, even... a bit too active," Luna's tone seemed to carry a hint of helplessness. "As for the details of the battle, once you've recovered a bit, the Captain will explain it to you."
Just then, the medical bay door slid open, and a towering figure entered. Azure, ornate armor, a sash and insignia symbolizing the Chapter Master's authority, and a resolute yet wise face—it was Chapter Master Marius Calgar himself.
Gaius subconsciously tried to struggle up again, but the Chapter Master stopped him with a gesture.
"Stay lying down, Brother Hohn," Chapter Master Calgar's voice was steady and powerful. He walked to the bedside, his sharp gaze carefully assessing Gaius, as if to confirm he was truly unharmed.
"Gaius," the Chapter Master began, with undisguised approval in his tone, "Captain Cassius has reported everything to me. Your performance on Taranis Prime is worthy of the Ultramarines name, and worthy of the Emperor's expectations."
He leaned forward slightly, his voice becoming more solemn: "Facing a terrifying entity like Kairos Fateweaver, the Lord of Change, and its direct temptation and oppression, you upheld your loyalty to the Emperor and to Ultramar, unwavering and unyielding. The steadfastness of your will far exceeds imagination. Your loyalty is known to the Emperor, and known to all of Ultramar! This is the supreme glory for you and all loyal warriors!"
The Chapter Master's personal commendation filled Gaius with excitement and honor, but he was also more confused: "Chapter Master... I... I don't remember how I repelled it... I only remember..."
"Do not dwell on it," Calgar interrupted him, his gaze profound. "The Emperor's great power cannot be fully comprehended by mortals. Perhaps it was your unwavering loyalty that drew His attention and grace, thereby dispelling evil and purifying corruption. This, in itself, is the greatest miracle and proof."
Although the Chapter Master said so, out of caution and duty, once Gaius's condition was stable, the Chapter's Tech-Priests and Librarian still conducted a series of extremely detailed physical and psychic examinations on Gaius aboard the "Soul Song Blade," utilizing some unique Aeldari equipment.
The results were consistent with Captain Moreno's perception: Gaius's body was very healthy, even more vibrant than before. And within his left arm, the Chaos power of the Lord of Change, which had been like a ticking time bomb, had completely vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed. No residue, no hidden dangers, as clean as its original state.
This final test result brought a complete sigh of relief to all informed high-ranking officers. The greatest hidden danger had been completely eliminated in a way no one could have predicted.
Subsequently, Chapter Master Calgar, led by the Visarch, arrived at the chamber where Yvraine was resting.
The Aeldari leader was currently half-reclining on a recuperation chair woven from living Wraithbone. Her graceful body was wrapped in glowing, Aeldari-specific medical bandages, her face still somewhat pale, but her spirits seemed much improved. The Visarch stood silently by her side, like the most loyal shadow.
"Lady Yvraine," Chapter Master Calgar greeted her, his tone sincere and respectful, "I am deeply relieved to see you recovering. On behalf of the Ultramarines Chapter, I once again express our deepest gratitude to you and the Ynnari. Had it not been for your timely assistance and sacrifice, we would have paid an even more grievous price."
Yvraine bowed slightly, responding gracefully: "Chapter Master Calgar, you flatter me. Fighting Chaos is our shared mission. It is an honor for the Ynnari to receive your recognition."
"Macragge will never forget the support of its friends," Calgar said solemnly. "During this time, you and your fleet may rest here in peace. Please do not hesitate to ask for any supplies, provisions, or other needs. Ultramar is never stingy with true allies; it is always generous."
Yvraine offered a faint smile: "Thank you for your generosity, Chapter Master. We do indeed need some time to repair our ships and treat our wounded. Perhaps we can also use this opportunity to exchange information regarding Chaos, especially the movements of Slaanesh."
"That suits me perfectly," Calgar nodded. "I will assign a dedicated person to liaise with you."
After visiting Yvraine, Chapter Master Calgar, in a quiet conference room aboard the "Soul Song Blade," listened to the full report of the mission from Captain Cassius and Captain Sibilus.
Listening to the two Captains describe with lingering fear the terror of Kairos Fateweaver, the miracle of the Emperor's manifestation, and the ultimate heavy price, even the experienced Chapter Master's expression was incredibly solemn.
"I didn't expect... this matter would ultimately be resolved in such a way," Calgar said slowly, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table. "The Emperor's will... is unfathomable. But this is undoubtedly the best outcome. Gaius's hidden danger has been eliminated, and the Grey Knights' surveillance mission can now conclude; they should be leaving soon. I need to report the full details of this matter to Primarch Roboute Guilliman as soon as possible."
With the matter handled, the Chapter Master stood up, preparing to return to the Macragge's Honour.
However, just as he and the two Captains exited the conference room and walked through the elegant yet somewhat sparse corridor of the "Soul Song Blade," a massive, blue figure, like a beast lying in ambush, suddenly darted out from the side, nearly colliding with the Chapter Master!
Upon closer inspection, it was Dorian, wearing Ironclad Pattern Terminator armor, with a fawning smile on his face!
"Cha... Chapter Master! Are... are you going back?" Dorian rubbed his massive power gauntlets, his appearance, coupled with his huge physique, looking particularly comical and out of place.
Captain Cassius's face instantly turned green; he wished he could kick this embarrassing fellow into the nearest void immediately! He had just explicitly ordered Dorian to stay put in the medical bay!
"Hmm?" Chapter Master Calgar looked at the burly man, who was even taller and more robust than himself, recognizing him as Sergeant Golden's squad's famous Assault Marine. "It's you, Dorian. Is there something you need?"
"Chapter Master!" Dorian seemed emboldened and immediately puffed out his chest, speaking in a booming voice, "Reporting, Chapter Master! My... my performance on this mission was pretty good, right? When that two-headed bird-man appeared, I was the first to curse it! I also smashed a Chaos 'can' that was glowing with blue fire!"
He first boasted about his achievements, then changed the subject, revealing his true intention, his rugged face filled with an almost pitiful plea: "So... Chapter Master... you see... could you... could you, on account of my bravery this time, put in a good word for me with the Salamanders brothers? Just... just one set! One set is enough! That 'Saturn-pattern' Terminator armor! I promise! I'll be even better in it! I definitely won't disgrace our Ultramarines! Please!"
This fellow actually took his plea directly to the Chapter Master! And on an Aeldari ship! Captain Cassius felt his blood pressure instantly surge, veins throbbing on his forehead, practically murderous!
Chapter Master Calgar evidently hadn't expected such an abrupt encounter. He looked at Dorian's stance, which seemed to say, "If you don't agree, I'll kneel down and hug your leg," then glanced at Cassius, whose face was ashen and on the verge of exploding. A very rare, exasperated expression appeared on his resolute face.
He pondered for about two seconds, and just as Cassius was about to lose his temper and clean house, he slowly spoke: "...Saturn-pattern Terminator armor, you say... a masterpiece of the Salamanders brothers..."
His gaze swept over Dorian's clearly just-repaired Ironclad Pattern Terminator armor, and he nodded: "...Your courage and battle honors are known to me. Regarding equipment upgrades, the Chapter does have considerations."
He didn't directly agree, but he didn't refuse either, merely saying: "I will... consider it."
With that, the Chapter Master lingered no longer, and with an unreadable expression, turned and walked towards the docking bay.
Although it was just the words "consider it," to Dorian, it was music to his ears! The Chapter Master hadn't directly refused, which meant there was hope!
He was so excited he almost jumped, turning to share his joy with Captain Cassius: "Captain! Did you hear that! The Chapter Master said he would consi—"
Before the word "der" could escape his lips, he met Captain Cassius's eyes, which were practically spewing blue flames!
The next second, before Dorian could react, Captain Cassius grabbed the protrusion on his Terminator armor's neck, practically dragging the burly man, who was even bigger than himself, and stomped furiously towards the docking port of the Unyielding Will!
"Cap... Captain? Easy! Ow! I'll walk myself! I can walk myself!" Dorian's wails echoed through the elegant Aeldari corridor.
Soon, near a connecting passage from the "Soul Song Blade" to an Imperial warship, Dorian's pig-like screams and the dull thud of a heavy object intimately contacting Terminator armor could be heard!
The sound was so piercing that it even penetrated the well-insulated bulkheads, reaching Yvraine, who was resting nearby.
Startled awake by this sudden, "energetic" noise, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her deep eyes, a hint of confusion flashing within them.
The Visarch appeared at her bedside like a phantom, whispering: "It's that human warrior named Dorian... he seems to be getting... disciplined by his superior."
Upon hearing this, Yvraine was slightly startled at first, then the corners of her beautiful lips couldn't help but turn up slightly, forming a helpless yet somewhat amused arc.
"These humans... sometimes, they are incomprehensibly noisy, yet... uniquely full of life."
She shook her head, closed her eyes again, trying to ignore the faintly rhythmic screams, and continued her recuperation. Life in Ultramar, it seemed, would not be boring.
Fifteen standard days passed in relative calm. The subsequent purification work in the Taranis system was taken over by the arriving Imperial Guard and Ecclesiarchy personnel, while the joint fleet returned to the core region of Ultramar for repairs.
Most of the warriors of the 7th Company, except for Second Squad led by Sergeant Golden, who still needed to remain on the "Soul Song Blade" due to special circumstances, had returned to the Macragge's Honour. The monitoring mission of the Ynnari had been officially lifted, and the relationship between the two sides, after fighting side-by-side and sharing sacrifices, had entered a subtle and cautious phase of alliance.
In a corner of the area specifically allocated to Second Squad on the "Soul Song Blade," a simple training ground had been set up. Gaius was undergoing rehabilitation training here. His "Hawk Eye" sniper rifle roared steadily, precisely detonating the high-speed moving Aeldari training targets one by one. His movements were fluid and stable, as if the earth-shattering experience before had not affected his combat instincts at all; in fact... his focus and accuracy seemed to have even improved. Only he knew that each time he pulled the trigger, the previously restless power in his left arm had vanished, replaced by an indescribable calm and determination emanating from the depths of his soul.
In the adjacent medical bay, the atmosphere was much quieter. Luna stood silently like a sentinel beside Sergeant Golden's medical pod. Her servo-arm occasionally made fine adjustments, monitoring the readings of various life-support equipment. Sergeant Golden had awakened and was out of the most dangerous phase, but his injuries were too severe; even with advanced Aeldari medical technology, he could only recover to the point of simple conversation. Most of his body was still encased in medical gel and regeneration fields, unable to move, and he could only communicate with the outside world through his eyes and a faint voice. Luna regularly reported the squad's situation and the external developments to him. Although Golden couldn't speak much, a look of reassurance always showed in his steady eyes.
As for Dorian... ever since he was 'educated' by the enraged Captain Cassius with a power fist in the corridor, even unfortunately losing two molars (though they were quickly repaired by medical servitors), he truly no longer dared to mention the words "Saturn-pattern Terminator" in front of any officer, especially the 7th Company Captain. That lesson was profound enough to make him instinctively shrink his neck every time he saw Captain Cassius.
But that didn't mean he had given up.
Whenever he got the chance, especially when training or resting alone with Gaius, he would lean over, lower his voice, and furtively begin to chatter again:
"Hey, brother, you know... those guys from the Blood Ravens Chapter, aren't they the ones who love to 'collect' all sorts of good stuff? Do you think they might have some in stock? You know, the... Saturn-pattern..." He rubbed his fingers, his eyes gleaming.
"What can we trade with them? I've saved up a lot of good stuff... I think that power axe we captured from that Chaos warlord last time was pretty good, even if it has a bit of a chip... Or... if we encounter anything interesting on our next mission..." He began to tally his assets, as if he could already see himself donning the heavy armor of his dreams and wreaking havoc.
Gaius looked at this brother, who never learned from his mistakes and had an almost obsessive passion for heavy armor, and couldn't help but smile wryly. He could only helplessly remind him: "Dorian, if the Captain hears you thinking about this again, next time it won't just be teeth you lose."
"Oh, I'm just saying it privately, just privately..." Dorian quickly waved his hands, looking around nervously to confirm Luna wasn't nearby before sighing with relief, "It's not against the law to think, is it? The Chapter Master also said he would 'consider' it!"
Gaius shook his head, no longer paying attention to this rascal, and continued to focus on his shooting training. Having such a brother by his side, though sometimes a headache, at least it was never boring.
On the other side, Yvraine's recovery speed was clearly far superior to that of humans. In just over ten days, she no longer needed the Visarch's support and could walk on her own, though a subtle trace of weakness was still discernible in her movements. However, this leader of the Ynnari seemed to be born not knowing what "complete rest" meant. As soon as her injuries showed improvement, she immediately plunged into a busy work schedule.
In her temporary command center, psychic projections flickered, displaying complex star charts and data streams. She listened to detailed reports from her subordinates on fleet losses, casualties, and material consumption, her pale and delicate face showing a hint of fatigue, but her gaze remained sharp and focused. At the same time, she also needed to liaise with the Macragge's Honour's logistics department to handle supply lists and technical exchange matters provided by Ultramar.
The Visarch, like a silent shadow, always guarded her side, watching her busy figure, and couldn't help but softly advise: "My Lady, your injuries are not yet fully healed, and you still need rest. These matters can be handled by those below."
Yvraine gently shook her head, her gaze not leaving the psychic star chart: "Time is pressing, Visarch. Slaanesh's threat will not pause because we are injured. We must quickly regain our strength and make good use of this precious period of peace with our human allies. A little fatigue is nothing."
Her tone was calm yet undeniable. The Visarch could only bow slightly, saying no more, and guarded her side with even greater vigilance.
In the magnificent bridge command center of the Macragge's Honour, Chapter Master Marius Calgar stood before the dedicated communication shrine. Candles flickered around the shrine, incense wafted, and complex runes glowed faintly, ensuring absolute security and secrecy for the communication.
In the holographic projection, an exceptionally tall figure appeared, clad in exquisite deep blue power armor, with a face that combined majesty and wisdom. Even as just a projection, the immense aura and supreme authority he exuded were enough to inspire awe and infinite loyalty in any Astartes.
It was none other than the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Lord of the Five Hundred Worlds, Roboute Guilliman.
Chapter Master Calgar, in the most concise and precise language, reported everything that had happened recently, especially the encounter on Taranis Prime, to the Primarch in its entirety. This included the appearance of Kairos Fateweaver, his conspiracy against Gaius, the astonishing manifestation of the Emperor's power, the process of repelling the Lord of Change, and the desperate rescue and cooperation of Yvraine leading the Ynnari at the critical moment.
After listening to Calgar's report, Guilliman's marble-like face showed no great ripple, only his deep, star-sea-like eyes flickered slightly.
"The Emperor's will... always manifests in ways He deems necessary, protecting His children and warriors," the Primarch's voice was steady and powerful, as if stating a universal truth, "Gaius's loyalty has endured the ultimate test; this is the protection he deserves. As for that purified power... it is both a gift and something that requires vigilance and continuous observation."
When Yvraine and the Ynnari were mentioned, Guilliman mused for a moment: "Yvraine... that name, I seem to recall it..."
Calgar immediately responded: "Yes, My Lord Primarch. According to records, during your awakening in the Indomitus Crusade, this Lady Yvraine and the Aeldari faction she represents provided crucial information or indirect assistance, contributing significantly."
"So it was her..." A flash of understanding crossed Guilliman's eyes, then he returned to calm, "The Aeldari... as elusive as ever, but sometimes they can be temporary allies against common threats. Cooperation with them is permissible, but absolute vigilance must be maintained, and clear boundaries set. This time they have proven their worth; you may, at your discretion, offer recompense and limited trust, but Ultramar's bottom line must not be crossed."
"Understood, My Lord Primarch!" Calgar responded solemnly.
After the communication with the Primarch ended, Chapter Master Calgar pondered for a moment alone on the command throne. The Primarch's instructions were clear and precise; the matters concerning Gaius and the Aeldari had been settled.
At this moment, the image of that impossibly burly figure, who risked being beaten by the Captain to request equipment from him—Dorian—suddenly flashed through his mind.
Thinking of the guy's eager look, and then recalling his bravery in the battle on Taranis, as well as the merits and sacrifices made by Golden's squad this time... the Chapter Master's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne a few times.
Finally, he seemed to have made a decision.
"Communications Officer," he spoke, "in my name, connect to the Salamanders Chapter, the 'Unending Pyre's Fury' communication channel, and request to speak with Chapter Master Tu'shan (same name as the Salamanders Sergeant on the Mona Lisa)."
The communication was quickly established, and the rugged yet hearty face of Salamanders Chapter Master Tu'shan appeared in the projection.
"Brother Calgar, it's been a long time since you contacted me. Is there something I can do for you?" Tu'shan's voice rumbled like a forge, carrying warmth.
"Brother Tu'shan, long time no see." Calgar maintained his decorum and got straight to the point, "I am contacting you with a request. I have heard that your Chapter's 'Saturn-pattern' Terminator armor is of excellent performance; I wonder if you would be willing to part with a batch? The Ultramarines are willing to exchange corresponding materials, technology, or anything else you require."
Calgar did not beat around the bush; for the closely related Salamanders Chapter, directness was the best approach. Moreover, he knew very well that for Ultramar, which was wealthy, the cost of a batch of Terminator armor, whether rare metals, energy, or certain STC template fragments, was entirely within their means.
Chapter Master Tu'shan laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Hahaha! I knew it! You Ultramarines must have taken a fancy to our equipment! No problem! If Brother Calgar asks, of course we have it! As for the exchange... say no more! I know you Ultramarines have many good things, so I won't be polite!"
The transaction proceeded unexpectedly smoothly and quickly. After ending the communication, Chapter Master Calgar's lips curved slightly upwards. He imagined that the impulsive big guy would go wild with joy upon hearing this news. This could also be considered an additional reward for Second Squad's outstanding merits and great sacrifices this time.
As for why only Second Squad remained on the Aeldari ship?
On the one hand, Sergeant Golden's injuries required reliance on the Aeldari's advanced medical environment; moving him was not feasible. On the other hand, it was also a gesture, symbolizing the initial trust and connection established between the Ultramarines and the Ynnari. Leaving Second Squad behind was both for the injured's needs and a channel for maintaining communication with their allies.
Three standard weeks slipped by quietly.
Under the advanced Eldar medical technology and her own strong regenerative abilities, Yvraine's injuries had mostly healed.
The glowing bandages wrapped around her graceful body had been removed, leaving only faint, almost invisible energy patterns on her skin, marking the former wounds.
She had regained her usual elegant and slightly aloof demeanor, though a hint of imperceptible gravity and thoughtfulness seemed to have settled deeper in her eyes than before.
On this day, she needed to go to the Macragge's Honour to conduct a final, large-scale supply list verification with her human allies' logistics supervisor.
The Ynnari fleet had suffered significant damage in previous battles and was in urgent need of various materials for repair and replenishment; Ultramar's generous aid was crucial.
Under the escort of a squad of Eldar warriors, Yvraine's shuttle smoothly docked at the majestic port of the Macragge's Honour.
Walking through the broad, cold, utilitarian corridors of the human warship, it presented a stark contrast to the fluid and elegant environment of an Eldar vessel.
Human crewmen and Tech-Priests cast curious, wary, or awed glances at the alien leader, but all consciously made way.
The verification work took place in the logistics dispatch center in the middle of the warship; the process was tedious but went smoothly.
The human logistics officials proved professional and efficient, and Yvraine also demonstrated excellent coordination and negotiation skills, so both sides quickly finalized the types and quantities of the last batch of supplies.
After the work was completed, Yvraine left the dispatch center, accompanied by human officials.
Just as she passed through a large hangar, where several Thunderhawk Gunships were undergoing maintenance, her gaze was drawn to a scene not far away.
Two petite figures were busy around the engine section of a Thunderhawk Gunship.
One was a human girl, who looked barely adult, wearing a fitted mechanic's suit, her face smudged with oil, but her movements were practiced and skilled.
The other… caused Yvraine's gaze to pause slightly.
It was an Eldar girl.
She was also wearing a mechanic's suit, with a slender build, the pale skin characteristic of Eldar, and long, pointed ears protruding from her short hair.
She was skillfully operating a precise multi-functional tool with nimble fingers, adjusting a parameter of the engine, occasionally exchanging a few words in fluent gothic with the human girl beside her.
An Eldar? And she didn't seem to be a Ynnari member, but rather a… technical worker? On this flagship of the human Astartes?
Yvraine felt a touch of surprise.
This completely exceeded her understanding of humans, especially the highly xenophobic Astartes Chapters.
She couldn't help but take a second look.
As if sensing the gaze, the Eldar girl looked up, meeting Yvraine's eyes.
A flicker of surprise and curiosity crossed the girl's eyes, but there was no obvious fear or hostility; she simply nodded slightly as a greeting, then returned to her work.
The human girl beside her also noticed Yvraine and quickly tugged the Eldar girl's sleeve; the two seemed to exchange some hushed words.
Yvraine didn't linger, suppressing the doubts in her heart, and left the hangar surrounded by her escorts.
The universe was vast and full of wonders; perhaps this Eldar girl had some special circumstances.
She had other matters to attend to at the moment.
She suddenly remembered Dorian's previous "solemn warning" about the supposedly extremely unpalatable nutrient paste on the Macragge's Honour.
A hint of curiosity welled up in her.
She called over the accompanying human official and asked, "Excuse me, could you provide a standard combat ration nutrient paste from your vessel?"
The human official was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting such a request from the noble Eldar leader, but quickly had someone fetch a sealed, grey-green paste.
Yvraine took the unremarkable-looking nutrient paste, thanked the human official, and returned to the "Soul Song Blade" with it.
As soon as she returned to her ship, Yvraine's curious actions drew the attention of some core warriors.
When she sat in the lounge overlooking the starry sky, examining the human nutrient paste, even Visarch cast a questioning glance.
"One of the primary foods for human soldiers," Yvraine explained to the surrounding Eldar warriors, shaking the paste in her hand, "It is said to… have a very unique taste."
Under everyone's curious gaze, she elegantly tore open the seal and squeezed out a small amount of grey-green, viscous paste.
An indescribable aroma, a mix of synthetic protein, vitamins, and a certain metallic taste, emanated, causing several Eldar warriors with keen senses of smell to subtly frown.
Yvraine's expression remained unchanged as she brought that tiny bit of nutrient paste to her mouth.
The next second, her usually placid expression showed an extremely subtle stiffness.
It was a… peculiar taste that could not be accurately described in words.
To call it salty, it also had a strange sweetness; to call it astringent, it also had a bit of greasiness; various artificial flavors and nutrients were crudely mixed together, forming an experience that was nothing short of a disaster for the discerning Eldar palate.
It certainly wasn't poison, but it definitely couldn't be called food; it was more like an… industrially synthesized, paste-like substance meant only for survival, and most importantly, it was astonishingly elastic while also having a mix of disinfectant and other flavors.
Suppressing the urge to immediately spit it out, Yvraine, with immense willpower, swallowed the mouthful of nutrient paste, her throat moving.
Throughout the process, her facial control was almost perfect, with only her slightly constricted pupils betraying her true feelings.
A profound silence fell, all the Eldar warriors watching her with bated breath.
Yvraine was silent for a few seconds, seemingly trying to alleviate the terrible taste, then slowly spoke, her voice still calm: "…Indeed… it lives up to its reputation."
She casually handed the remaining large portion of the nutrient paste to Visarch beside her: "You try it too."
No one knew the expression hidden beneath Visarch's red helmet, but his movement as he took the nutrient paste seemed to have a hint of hesitation.
Under everyone's gaze, he removed his helmet, squeezed out a bit, and tasted it.
Then, he stood motionless for a full five seconds before evaluating it with his stern voice: "…It challenges the palate even more than the fermented cerebral fluid from the deepest parts of Commorragh."
Yvraine gently exhaled, as if trying to dispel the lingering taste in her mouth: "It seems Warrior Dorian did not exaggerate.
That humans can sustain high-intensity combat and maintain loyalty on such… 'food' is indeed worthy of… admiration."
She paused, then added, "This stuff is indeed even worse than thousand-year spirit fluid extract paste."
Meanwhile, in a sealed hangar on the Macragge's Honour specifically used for receiving large equipment, the atmosphere was exceptionally lively.
Three rugged, sturdy transport ships, painted in the black and green colors of the Salamanders Chapter, were stably docked at their berths.
Their hatches were wide open, and Ultramarines ground crew and Tech-Priests were busily unloading the cargo inside—a total of thirteen powerful, heavy, and imposing Terminator armors!
These were the pride of the Salamanders Chapter—Saturn-pattern Terminators!
These Terminator armors had clearly just come out of the factory, still retaining the Salamanders' distinctive deep green livery, but the Salamanders' iconic dragon emblem and markings on the armor had been carefully removed.
They stood silently in the hangar, like a row of silent steel giants; their massive size and heavy armor immediately made the several Ironclad Pattern Terminators next to them appear somewhat "slender" by comparison.
The Saturn-pattern Terminator was almost a full size larger than the Indomitus Pattern, with its distinctive, enormous, shield-like curved shoulder pads being incredibly thick, and its chest and leg armor even bulkier, its overall lines exuding a sense of power.
It unequivocally proclaimed itself a terrifying war machine built for maximum firepower, maximum protection, and frontal assault!
The Tech-Sergeants immediately surrounded them and began to work busily.
They skillfully operated spray guns, meticulously applying the striking Ultramarines blue to every surface of the armor.
Subsequently, exquisite Rings of Macragge and the Ultramarines' Aquila were carefully installed or sprayed onto prominent positions on the shoulder and chest plates.
At the same time, other Tech-Priests began calibrating the internal power servo systems, weapon interfaces, and life support units of the armor, ensuring they would perfectly adapt to the Ultramarines' usage habits.
These modified and calibrated Saturn-pattern Terminators would be assigned to the most valiant assault specialists and veterans in various companies who most needed to charge into the fray.
And one of them, personally designated by the Chapter Master, belonged to Dorian of the 7th Company, 2nd Squad.
When his set of Saturn-pattern Terminator armor, freshly painted and gleaming with new metallic luster and blue livery, was specifically transported by a small transport ship to the "Soul Song Blade" and presented before Dorian, the burly man was so excited he almost couldn't catch his breath and fainted!
"The Emperor on High! Long live the Chapter Master! Salamanders brothers are good sports!" Dorian cheered incoherently.
He rushed forward, his huge hands trembling as he caressed the cold, heavy armor, his eyes glinting with an almost obsessive light.
His own Ironclad Pattern Terminator armor, which had accompanied him through many campaigns and had just been repaired, instantly seemed unappealing, as if it had become an outdated toy.
With the help of several accompanying Tech-Sergeants who had arrived with the ship, Dorian eagerly removed his Indomitus Pattern armor.
As the incredibly heavy Saturn-pattern Terminator components were installed on him one by one, the smile on his face grew wider and wider, almost reaching his ears.
Finally, when the last component—the enormous, curved shoulder pad—was in place and the system startup was complete, a blue giant, even larger and more formidable than before, like a mobile steel fortress, appeared before everyone!
The Saturn-pattern Terminator was equipped with a powerful twin-linked storm Bolter, fixed to its right arm, providing terrifying suppressive fire capability.
Its left arm, meanwhile, was armed with an even larger, more powerful Power Fist, capable of smashing through the armor of even a main battle tank with a single blow!
However, the ultimate firepower and protection came with a corresponding price. The armor's flexibility was significantly reduced compared to the Ironclad Pattern Terminator, making it much more cumbersome. With both arms occupied by heavy weapons, he couldn't even reload his Bolter's magazines by himself, requiring assistance from a comrade or a servo-arm. Its movement speed was also slower, and its turning and tactical maneuvers were somewhat restricted.
But these drawbacks, in Dorian's eyes, were not worth mentioning at all!
"Can't reload? Then charge! Smash them with my fists! Trample them with my feet!" Dorian's excited voice buzzed through his helmet, filled with uncontrollable joy and battlelust. He tried to move his body; though slow, the terrifying sense of power it contained immensely satisfied him. This was the ultimate armor he had always dreamed of!
Just then, Yvraine, who had just returned from the Macragge's Honour, happened to pass by the hangar and saw this brand-new blue steel giant. She paused, her deep eyes scrutinizing the armor, which was even heavier and more clumsy than an Aeldari Wraithlord. She shook her head slightly and commented softly, her tone carrying a hint of the Aeldari's characteristic bewilderment at human creations' "lack of art and dexterity":
"Why are human war machines always so... focused on extreme clumsiness and brute force? As if all their wisdom is spent on how to increase weight and thickness."
After several months of rest and refit in Ultramar Sector, the Ynnari fleet had largely completed resupply and initial repairs. Yvraine stood on the bridge of the "Soul Song Blade," gazing out at the vast human flagship, the Macragge's Honour. Her eyes were deep. The brief respite was about to end; they had to embark once more on the long and perilous journey against Slaanesh.
There was no grand farewell ceremony, only concise communication. Yvraine expressed her gratitude to Chapter Master Calgar and reiterated their commitment to fighting Chaos together. Chapter Master Calgar, in turn, reaffirmed the Ynnari's contributions and stated that Ultramar's gates would remain open to trusted allies in the future.
Soon, the elegant Aeldari fleet began to turn, their engines emitting a mournful hum unlike human warships, gradually accelerating, and finally transforming into streaks of silver light, disappearing into the deep starry sea. They took their supplies, their wounded, and a brief but significant memory of cooperation with the Imperium of Man's Ultramarines Chapter. The next time they met, it might be on another battlefield against Chaos.
Meanwhile, the members of Second Squad were finally able to leave the "Soul Song Blade" and return to their home—the Macragge's Honour. As their transport slowly entered the familiar port, two petite figures were already waiting there.
"Lord Gaius! Lady Luna! Lord Dorian! Welcome back!" Lina waved, her face beaming with a happy smile. She had grown from a timid little girl into a capable Tech-Sergeant, but seeing her familiar comrades return, she still couldn't hide her excitement.
"Welcome back," Eilaas said softly beside her. Her gothic was still fluent, but compared to Lina, she was quieter and more reserved, her long, pointed ears twitching slightly as she offered her greeting. The two of them were close to Second Squad, among the few non-combat personnel who could maintain a natural demeanor in front of the Astartes giants.
Dorian was the first to step off the transport. He had originally wanted to show off his brand-new Saturn-pattern Terminator armor, but was immediately and sternly stopped by the port's ground crew supervisor and a Tech-Priest—such valuable and massive equipment was absolutely forbidden to be walked around in non-combat areas within the warship, as simply turning around could damage critical equipment.
Under Lina and Eilaas's amused gazes, Dorian reluctantly returned to the hangar, and with the help of several Tech-Sergeants, grudgingly removed his beloved heavy armor, changing back into his standard Mark X power armor. Although the power armor was also formidable, in his heart, compared to the Saturn-pattern, it felt so light it was almost like wearing nothing at all.
Gaius and Luna also disembarked from the transport shortly after. After several weeks of recuperation and repeated, extremely detailed physiological and psychic examinations by the Chapter, all of Gaius's indicators finally showed as normal. The re-assignment order, personally signed by the Chapter Master, had already been sent to the company. He could finally officially return to Second Squad's combat roster.
As for the three Grey Knights—Moreno, Valerius, and Kaldor—their mission also concluded with Gaius's complete purification. They said goodbye to no one, as silent and abrupt as they had arrived. At some point, their dedicated shuttle quietly departed the Macragge's Honour, disappearing into the Warp. The invisible pressure from the Grey Knights, which had lingered on the warship for a considerable time, also dissipated. From now on, there would be no more of those "annoying" Grey Knights here.
In the medical bay, Sergeant Golden could now walk slowly with the aid of a mechanical brace. His face was still somewhat pale, but the resolve and steadiness in his eyes had returned. He looked at the squad members gathered around him, especially Dorian, who was so excited about his new armor that he couldn't sit still, and slowly spoke, his voice still a little hoarse from his injury:
"Dorian."
"Here! Sergeant!" Dorian immediately straightened up.
Golden's gaze swept over him: "The Chapter Master has entrusted you with this... incredibly precious Saturn-pattern Terminator armor, acquired with vast resources from Ultramar. It is an acknowledgment of your bravery, but even more so, a heavy responsibility."
His tone became serious: "It is for you to charge forward at the most critical moment, to tear open enemy lines for the squad, to shield your brothers from deadly fire! It is for you to protect your teammates! Not for you to get a hot head and charge alone into a crowd of enemies to die!"
Golden paused, his voice deepening, even with a touch of dark humor: "It doesn't matter if you die; the Imperium and the Chapter do not lack brave warriors. But if this precious Terminator armor is damaged or even lost because of it... that loss would be too great! Understand?"
"Understood! Sergeant! I guarantee to complete the mission! Protect my teammates and the armor!" Dorian replied loudly, his expression serious. But those who knew him well understood that this guy would agree readily, but once on the battlefield, in the heat of battle, he would have long forgotten these admonitions.
Golden looked at him, sighed helplessly, and knew that further words were useless. He could only hope that Dorian would learn his lesson in actual combat.
In the corridor outside the Chapter Master's conference room in the core area of the Macragge's Honour, Chapter Master Marius Calgar stood with his hands behind his back, gazing out at the vast starry sky and the orderly fleet through a massive observation viewport.
Three Honour Guard warriors, clad in blue Terminator armor and significantly larger and more formidable than ordinary warriors, patrolled past on the distant deck outside the viewport with heavy, extremely steady steps. They were equipped with the new Saturn-pattern Terminator armor, its thick plating and massive shoulder pads exuding a reassuring sense of power against the starlight.
The Chapter Master watched silently for a long time before slowly speaking, his voice deep and carrying a hint of imperceptible gravity. Standing beside him were Company Captain Cassius, Company Captain Cato Sicarius, and Company Captain Hek Hansen, the three core commanders of the Chapter.
"It is shameful to admit," Calgar's voice echoed in the empty corridor, "that Karlos Fateweaver, the cunning daemon prince of the Lord of Change, managed to execute his schemes under our very noses for so long. Tampering with intelligence, subtly guiding, leading our warriors, our squads, into increasingly dangerous situations again and again... and we, previously, were completely unaware, even attributing it to accidental setbacks or intelligence errors."
He turned, his gaze sweeping over the resolute faces of the three Company Captains, his eyes filled with self-reproach and introspection: "This is my dereliction of duty. As Chapter Master, I failed to timely discern this viper hidden in the shadows, almost causing a great disaster, nearly losing a loyal and excellent warrior, and allowing the Chapter to become more deeply entangled with dangerous Chaos forces."
Company Captain Cassius said in a deep voice: "Chapter Master, this matter was exceedingly strange. Karlos's cunning far surpasses the ordinary, and his methods are impossible to guard against. The responsibility is not yours alone; all of us failed to..."
Calgar raised a hand, interrupting him: "No need for comfort, Cassius. Dereliction of duty is dereliction of duty. What matters is not to dwell on the past, but to ensure the future."
His eyes became incredibly sharp, and his tone grew even graver: "After this incident, we must be even more vigilant. The Imperium's borders have never truly been peaceful, and they will not be in the future. The daemons of Chaos lurk in the shadows, never giving up on corruption and destruction; the shadow of the Tyranid Hive Fleets still spreads in deep space, threatening the entire galaxy; and there are those Dark Eldar, like venomous scorpions, who knows when they will burst forth from the Webway again, bringing pain and destruction..."
He took a deep breath, his voice as firm as steel: "Our enemies are everywhere, and they are constantly sharpening their claws. We, the Ultramarines, as the guardians of Ultramar, the loyal defenders of the Emperor, cannot relax our vigilance for a single moment! We must strengthen the scrutiny and verification of our intelligence systems, elevate the level of defense against Warp interference, and every commander must more cautiously assess the risks of every mission!"
His gaze once again turned to the boundless starry sky outside the viewport, as if staring at the myriad threats hidden within: "Remember, an incident like Gaius's absolutely must not happen a second time! We must learn from our mistakes, become stronger, more vigilant, to protect everything we cherish."
The three Company Captains stood tall, their expressions solemn, and replied in unison: "Understood! Chapter Master!"
The brief respite, like sand slipping through fingers, quickly vanished. For the Astartes, war was the eternal theme. As if to confirm the Chapter Master's earlier warning, pleas for aid from the southern star systems of Ultramar flew like snowflakes towards Macragge.
For some unknown reason, the Greenskins, who usually operated in remote star systems, had recently become unusually active on several planets in the southern border, launching fierce offensives on a scale far exceeding their usual raiding parties. The Ultramarines Chapter responded swiftly, with the 5th, 6th, and 7th Companies each receiving orders to proceed to three of the most heavily infested worlds for cleansing.
The 7th Company's target was a prosperous tourist planet named Elizabeth Star. This planet was renowned among Ultramar's upper echelons for its beautiful natural scenery, pleasant climate, and luxurious resort facilities. However, at this moment, it was being ravaged by the savage Greenskins.
According to incoming intelligence, the Greenskins invading Elizabeth Star were not only vast in number but also surprisingly well-equipped, with even Warlord-level giant Ork bosses appearing, which are usually only seen in large WAAAGH! Fortunately, the planet's Planetary Defense Forces, after initial chaos, displayed astonishing courage and resilience. They fiercely resisted, using cities and fortified resort estates as strongholds. Although suffering heavy losses, they successfully pinned the main Greenskin forces in several primary landing zones, preventing their large-scale spread. They were holding on, awaiting reinforcements.
The Unyielding Will and its escort frigate, Swiftblade, immediately set off towards the star system where Elizabeth Star was located. As the Navigator engaged the Warp drive, the battleship once again plunged into that bizarre, unreal dimension, with an estimated travel time of four standard hours.
Inside the battleship, a tense pre-battle state was immediately established. The warriors quickly returned to the armory for a final check and maintenance of their weapons and armor. Bolters were brought out in crates, chainswords were fueled with high-energy propellant, and plasma weapons were fully charged. Tech-Sergeants moved among them, performing final adjustments and blessings.
Dorian was even more excited than a child about to attend a festival. He had finally waited for this moment—to step onto a real battlefield wearing his dream Saturn-pattern Terminator armor! With the help of Tech-Sergeants and servitors, the massive and heavy blue power armor was installed piece by piece onto him. When the last enormous curved shoulder pad clicked into place, the system connected, and the helmet's eye lenses glowed red, this colossal war machine seemed to fully awaken! Dorian felt the surging power and unparalleled sense of protection within the armor, and he couldn't help but let out a low, satisfied hum over the comms channel.
Before heading to the hangar for assembly, two petite figures ran over, panting: Lina and Eilaas. They had clearly just put down their repair work.
"Sergeant Golden! Lord Gaius! Lady Luna! Lord Dorian!" Lina's face showed worry and blessings. "Please, you must return safely!"
Eilaas also said softly, her gaze sweeping over everyone, finally landing on Dorian, who resembled a mobile fortress: "I wish you a triumphant return."
When she saw Dorian's smug, 'I'm invincible' expression, the Dark Eldar's natural, slightly provocative nature made her involuntarily purse her lips and mutter in a voice not loud but audible to those around her: "Hmph... dressed like a tank, isn't he just a bit big? He looks clumsy, not very impressive. I feel like I could knock him down with one punch."
Hearing this, Dorian's smile beneath his faceplate grew even more smug. He deliberately flexed his massive Power Fist, emitting a hydraulic hum, and said in a booming voice: "Little bean sprout, what did you say? I didn't quite catch that? You want to test the hardness of my new armor?"
Eilaas was provoked by his attitude and shouted, "Try me then!"
With that, she took a deep breath, and her petite body suddenly exerted force, delivering a straight punch infused with the Eldar's natural agility and strength, striking fiercely towards Dorian—of course, given her height, she could only reach the heavily armored thigh area.
Bang!
A dull thud.
The result was obvious.
Eilaas's small fist struck the Terminator leg armor, which was thicker than tank armor, without leaving even a white mark. Instead, she herself was jolted by the recoil, grimacing and shaking her hand, retreating repeatedly, tears almost welling up from the pain.
"Hahahahaha!" Dorian let out a triumphant laugh. "How about that, little bean sprout! My new toy is tough enough, right!"
The surrounding warriors couldn't help but laugh, and even the usually serious Sergeant Golden's mouth twitched. Lina quickly pulled Eilaas, who was still shaking her hand, both amused and helpless.
Golden looked at the swaggering Dorian, but in his heart, he mused: Saturn-pattern Terminator... The thirteen precious suits of equipment that the Chapter had exchanged valuable resources for. The Honour Guard took three, the First Company, as the main force, received three, and the Second to Eighth Companies each got one... The Ninth and Tenth Companies, mainly responsible for reconnaissance and recruit training, indeed didn't need such heavy assault gear. But this precious armor worn by a brute like Dorian... Golden always felt it was a bit like casting pearls before swine, fearing that the boy would charge headfirst into a Greenskin horde one day and never return. If he was lost, that would be one thing, but if this armor were lost or severely damaged, the loss would be too great.
The four-hour journey passed in a flash.
The battleship jolted violently, disengaging from the Warp and returning to real space. The beautiful blue-green Elizabeth Star appeared outside the viewport, yet at this moment, multiple plumes of black smoke billowed from its surface. The once pristine white clouds were stained by the fires of war, and the distant flashes of light and explosion marks on the ground were faintly visible. This former tourist paradise was being ravaged.
"Orbital scan complete! Large-scale combat signals detected! Primarily concentrated in the 'Azure Coast' resort city area on the eastern coast of the continent! Planetary Defense Forces signals are weak and they are steadily retreating!" The bridge's intelligence officer reported swiftly.
Captain Cassius's expression was grim as he immediately issued orders: "All Company to Battle Condition One! Thunderhawk formation prepare! Target, the eastern defense line of 'Azure Coast' city! Prioritize elimination of Ork heavy equipment units, stabilize the defense line!"
He looked at the adjutant beside him: "You will personally lead the ground command!"
"Yes, Captain!" The adjutant acknowledged the order.
Because Second Squad now had Dorian, this 'human fortress,' the tactical arrangements were adjusted accordingly. They would no longer be used as a regular assault squad but would instead directly board specialized drop pods and be air-dropped into the most intense core areas of the front line where the Ork offensive was fiercest! Utilizing the Saturn-pattern Terminator's powerful firepower and protection, they would act like a nail, firmly wedging themselves into the enemy lines, drawing fire, crushing Ork charges, and clearing threats for other squads while alleviating the immense pressure on the Planetary Defense Forces soldiers.
"Second Squad! Check equipment! Prepare for orbital drop!" Sergeant Golden's voice rang out in the squad channel.
"For Macragge!" The warriors roared in unison.
Dorian excitedly gripped his massive Power Fist, the muzzle of his Storm Bolter slightly raised. He was already eager to test the power of his new armor.
"Let's go," Golden glanced at the smoke-shrouded planet outside the viewport. "Let those Greenskin scum taste what a true storm of steel is like!"
The engines of the Thunderhawk Gunships and drop pods roared deafeningly, like arrows unleashed, shooting towards the beautiful, war-torn coast. A new battle had begun.
A Terminator-specific drop pod, sturdier than a standard drop pod and reinforced with additional cushioning structures, plunged like a blue meteor, accompanied by a roaring Thunderhawk Gunship providing fire support, brazenly tearing through the smoke-filled skies above Elizabeth Star's 'Azure Coast,' smashing down towards the most critical area of the eastern defense line!
Boom!!!
The drop pod landed in an almost brutal manner, the immense impact sending several Greenskin boys who were too slow to dodge sprawling. The hatch exploded open, and a massive blue figure, like a mobile fortress, was the first to charge out!
It was Dorian, wearing his Saturn-pattern Terminator armor!
"WAAAGH!!!" The surrounding Greenskins were momentarily stunned, then let out even more excited and fanatical howls! They had an innate destructive urge for anything big and tough, and Dorian's exaggerated heavy armor was the perfect provocation and target!
"Come on! You green scum!" Dorian's voice boomed through the external vox-caster, carrying a muffled echo and undisguised battlelust. The twin-linked Storm Bolter fixed to his right arm roared first!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bolter shells swept like a metallic storm into the densest concentrations of Greenskins! These immensely powerful rounds were devastating for Greenskin boys and Gretchin lacking heavy armor! Instantly, over a dozen Greenskins were blown to pieces, with limbs and green blood splattering everywhere!
Immediately following, Sergeant Golden, Gaius, and Luna also burst out from the Thunderhawk Gunship, quickly establishing a defensive line centered around Dorian. Golden and Gaius used their Bolters and Plasma Guns to precisely eliminate approaching Greenskins, while Luna used her servo-arm and multi-functional weapon system to clear scattered targets and set up simple defensive fortifications.
Their timely appearance was like a powerful shot in the arm for the collapsing defense line. The Planetary Defense Forces soldiers, who had been desperate and steadily retreating, saw these Angels of the Emperor, especially the blue giant who seemed like a war god descended, and their morale erupted astonishingly!
"It's the Ultramarines! The Angels have come to save us!"
"For the Emperor! For Ultramar! Counterattack!"
The soldiers, using the ruined walls as cover, fought in conjunction with the Astartes with their lasguns, temporarily stemming the Greenskins' surging offensive.
Dorian became the focal point and absolute core of the battlefield. He was like an insurmountable steel bulwark, firmly anchored at the very front of the defense line. His Storm Bolter continuously spat fire, mowing down swathes of Greenskins. But even more terrifying was his left arm—that massive Power Fist!
An Ork Nob, clad in crude scrap metal, charged forward with a roar, only to be casually struck by Dorian's Power Fist, turning both Ork and scrap metal into a pulpy mess!
A rumbling Ork tank, cobbled together from scrap metal and fitted with a massive drill, attempted to ram Dorian. Dorian did not dodge; he charged his Power Fist and slammed it into the drill!
Boom! The ear-splitting sound of twisting metal rang out! The thick drill, along with half of the vehicle's body, was directly crushed and torn by a terrifying force! The Ork driver inside was instantly turned into a bloody pulp, and the tank's wreckage lay on the ground, spewing black smoke.
There was also an even more bizarre, crude mech, cobbled together from countless scraps and rocket boosters, hopping and jumping, with giant circular saws for arms, screaming as it lunged at Dorian. Dorian didn't even bother with his gun; he waited for it to land, then brought his Power Fist down from above with a mighty hammer blow!
Clang!!!!
The hopping mech was smashed directly into the ground, turning into a pile of sparking scrap metal, its greenskin pilot not even having time to let out a scream.
Dorian's valiant performance greatly boosted morale. Every punch and every shot he made drew cheers from the Planetary Defense Forces soldiers. He seemed to perfectly embody the value of a Saturn-pattern Terminator—a mobile fortress, a heavy hammer for breaking lines.
However, the sheer number of greenskins was overwhelming. They seemed endless, pouring from every corner of the city like a green tide, wave after wave, impossible to kill completely. Moreover, as the battle continued, more challenging targets appeared among the greenskin ranks: more Ork Bosses, 'Stormboyz' with rocket packs, and even a few slightly more 'reliable' Ork tanks and self-destructing trucks made of scrap!
Second Squad and the Planetary Defense Forces soldiers began to feel the pressure multiply. Ammunition consumption rapidly increased, and soldier casualties were rising. Although Dorian remained valiant, his Storm Bolter was nearly out of ammo, and the servo system of his Power Fist began to overheat from continuous heavy impacts, emitting an overloaded hum.
"Dorian! Conserve ammo! Fall back to the center of the defensive line!" Sergeant Golden roared over the channel, simultaneously vaporizing an Ork Boss trying to climb a ruin with his plasma gun.
"I know! But these greenskin brats are endless!" Dorian responded irritably, punching an Ork Boy who lunged at him flying.
Just then, the ground suddenly shook violently! Accompanied by a roar even more crude and savage than any Ork yell before, an enormous figure emerged from behind the greenskin tide!
This was a true Ork Warboss! He was nearly twice as tall and strong as a regular Ork Boss, covered in thick, crude metal plate armor adorned with spikes and trophies. One of his arms had been modified into a massive Power Klaw, while the other wielded a buzzing, serrated Chain Axe. His ugly head wore a huge, horned helmet, and a single eye gleamed with cruel and warlike light.
"Waaaghahaha! A big blue can! Just what I like! I'll tear you apart!" The Ork Warboss let out a deafening roar, taking large strides and charging directly at Dorian like a battering ram! Other greenskins scattered before him.
"The big guy's here! Just as I like it!" Dorian showed no weakness, stopping his firing and concentrating all his power into the Power Fist on his left arm, meeting the charge!
Boom!
The two behemoths collided violently! The Power Fist and the massive Power Klaw met with a deafening crash and blinding sparks! The sheer clash of power cracked the surrounding ground!
Dorian and the Ork Warboss were instantly locked in combat, each clash shaking the earth. Dorian's strength, boosted by his Terminator armor, was terrifying, but the Ork Warboss's strength was equally astonishing, and he was extremely experienced in combat. His Power Klaw constantly sought out gaps and joints in the Terminator armor!
Dorian was firmly held by this powerful opponent, unable to break free, let alone assist his other teammates.
Without Dorian's continuous suppression as the strongest firepower and shield, the greenskin offensive instantly became even more ferocious! They surged towards the defensive line like a broken dam!
"Hold the line! For the Emperor!" Sergeant Golden roared, firing his Bolter repeatedly, but unable to stop all the greenskins. An Ork Boss broke through the firepower and leaped in front of him, bringing a huge Choppa down viciously! Golden parried with his sword but was forced back a step by the immense force, his arm numb.
Gaius's 'Hawkeye' sniper rifle continuously picked off distant greenskin heavy weapon operators and Bosses, but against such a dense charge, his accurate shots seemed like a drop in the ocean. A crude rocket exploded near him, shrapnel clanging against his armor.
Luna's situation was even worse. She was not a front-line combatant, and although the weapons on her servo-arms could harm greenskins, she was quickly engaged in close combat by several agile greenskin Stormboyz. She had to rely on the protection and flexibility of her Power Armor to maneuver, constantly in peril.
The Planetary Defense Forces' defensive line began to show signs of collapse, with heavy casualties among the soldiers, who were constantly retreating.
"Sergeant! This can't go on! We'll be overwhelmed!" Gaius shouted anxiously while changing a magazine.
Sergeant Golden, having just cut down an Ork Boy with his Power Sword, looked around, his heart sinking. Dorian was tied up, the three of them were under immense pressure, the Planetary Defense Forces had suffered heavy losses, and the line was about to be breached... Just at this critical moment—
A sharper, more urgent engine roar, different from a Thunderhawk Gunship, echoed from the sky!
Several Stormraven Gunships, painted in Ultramarines blue, smaller and more agile, plunged through the clouds like predatory falcons at an extremely low altitude! Their autocannons and missile pods spewed a deadly rain of fire, precisely covering the rear and flanks of the greenskin tide!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Violent explosions erupted among the greenskin horde, instantly blasting countless Ork Boyz and Gretchin into the air! The greenskin offensive stalled!
Immediately after, more Drop Pods slammed down around the battlefield like hail! Their hatches opened, and more blue figures charged out! The other squads of the 7th Company had arrived!
They had clearly been through fierce combat, their armor bearing the marks of gunpowder and scars, but their appearance instantly changed the tide of battle! These Astartes warriors were experienced and tactically sound, quickly entering the fray, linking up with Second Squad and the remaining Planetary Defense Forces soldiers, forming a new, stronger defensive line.
"Golden! Looks like you boys need a little help!" A booming voice came over the comms channel. It was the Sergeant of Third Squad.
"You've come at the perfect time!" Golden breathed a sigh of relief, his voice tinged with gratitude.
The arrival of fresh forces immediately stabilized the line. The newly arrived Ultramarines used concentrated firepower and coordinated tactics to effectively clear out the surging greenskins.
Meanwhile, the Ork Warboss locked in combat with Dorian also noticed the changes on the battlefield, becoming even more frantic and aggressive in his attacks.
"Damn blue cans! And more help!" He roared, swinging his Power Klaw, grabbing the barrel of Dorian's Storm Bolter, trying to twist it off!
Dorian roared, his Power Fist smashing hard into the Ork Warboss's arm, knocking it away! But in doing so, he exposed a tiny vulnerability!
The Ork Warboss seized the opportunity, his huge Chain Axe, with an ear-splitting screech, swung violently towards Dorian's knee joint—one of the relatively weaker points of Terminator armor!
Just at this critical moment—
Whoosh!
A specially modified Bolter round, imbued with powerful kinetic energy, crossed the chaotic battlefield with incredible precision, directly hitting the drive shaft of the Ork Warboss's Chain Axe!
Clang!
Sparks flew! The Chain Axe's rotation suddenly stalled, and its direction of attack subtly deviated!
Although it didn't completely stop the attack, this subtle interference was enough! Dorian seized the chance to quickly shift his body, and the Chain Axe, with an ear-splitting grinding sound, struck the thick armor on the side of his thigh, leaving a deep dent and flying sparks, but not causing fatal damage!
It was Gaius! At the most crucial moment, his precise shot bought Dorian valuable time to dodge!
"Thanks, brother!" Dorian roared, seizing the Ork Warboss's brief moment of stiffness after his attack missed. His Power Fist unleashed its full power, like a cannonball, smashing hard and true into the Ork Warboss's chest!
Thump!!!!
A dull thud, like a giant drum being broken!
The Ork Warboss's thick metal plate armor instantly caved in significantly! His massive body was knocked off the ground, sent flying backward, spewing large amounts of green blood and shattered organs from his mouth, crashing heavily into a pile of distant ruins. He twitched a few times, then stopped moving.
The biggest threat was dealt with!
Dorian gasped for breath, looking at the distant corpse of the Ork Warboss, then at the shocking gash on his thigh armor, still feeling a chill. If not for Gaius's shot... "Don't space out! The battle isn't over!" Sergeant Golden's voice pulled him back to reality.
Dorian shook his head and re-entered the fight. Although his Storm Bolter was out of ammo, he still had his invincible Power Fist! He once again became the spearhead of the advance, joining his brothers in launching a counterattack against the greenskins!
With the arrival of fresh forces, the tide of battle quickly turned. Although the greenskins were still numerous, having lost their Warboss's command and the suppression of their strongest unit, they began to fall into disarray. The Ultramarines steadily advanced, clearing out the remaining resistance one by one.
After several hours of fierce fighting, the main greenskin force in the eastern sector of "Azure Coast" was finally completely purged. The remaining greenskins scattered into the city ruins, and subsequent mop-up operations would be handled by the Planetary Defense Forces and the Imperial Guard, who were progressively landing.
On the smoke-filled battlefield, the four members of Second Squad regrouped. Dorian's Terminator armor was covered in scratches and dents, especially the shocking gash on his thigh. Golden, Gaius, and Luna's armor also bore the marks of battle.
They looked at each other, then at their brothers and soldiers cleaning up the battlefield around them, all breathing a sigh of relief.