[The elite Kasrkin team reacts faster than you can blink]
[As your warning leaves your lips, the sergeant's hellgun roars to life]
[Scorching las-fire erupts, penetrating deep into the surrounding forest]
[The other team mbers scatter into position. lta beams and laser bursts criss-cross the snow in lethal patterns]
[In the forest directly ahead of the sergeant, a slender white figure over two ters tall leaps from the shadows, dodging the storm of fire with unnatural grace]
[You try to aim and shoot with your lasgun, but your sights can't lock onto the figure's fluid, agile movents]
[You grab several frag grenades, planning to use area-of-effect damage to force the target to stop]
[You pull the pins. Before you can throw, sothing unexpected happens]
[A few lines of broken Imperial Gothic erge from the slender figure's mouth. It raises one palm and waves it back and forth, signaling a ceasefire]
[The sergeant doesn't cease fire. He signals the rest of the team to stay vigilant, watching for more xenos]
[The slender figure in the narrow, elongated helt has no choice but to keep jumping and dodging las-beams while struggling to speak Imperial Gothic]
[It claims the destroyed supplies were a personal error in judgnt]
[It cos from the Eldar, sent by Prophet Taldeer to warn Imperial allies]
[The greenskin Warboss Gorgutz and the Chaos Lord Crull have ford a terrible alliance that poses an imnse threat to Imperial forces]
[Massive numbers of greenskin orks and Khorne Berzerkers are assaulting the location of Emperor-class Titan Dominatus]
[Your team needs Eldar assistance]
[The sergeant dismisses this claim. His hellgun roars more frequently]
[You seize the opportunity to throw several frag grenades. The slender figure in white armor uses the explosion's concussive force to leap behind tall trees and vanishes from sight]
[The sergeant stops firing. Rather than bla you for acting rashly, he praises your talent as a grenadier]
[Third Week: Your team finally arrives at the location of Emperor-class Titan Dominatus]
[You look up, awestruck, exclaiming repeatedly]
[The towering Emperor-class Titan is a majestic structure comparable to a mountain range, a battle fortress with truly terrifying firepower]
[Your team joins other rescue teams and receives additional supplies]
[Through communication, the sergeant learns that other teams also encountered warnings from the Eldar]
[Teams that mistakenly believed the xenos were allies suffered heavy losses]
[Not just supplies and equipnt, but the lives of Imperial soldiers]
[After a brief respite, you receive a gift from the sergeant]
[A set of carapace armor from another fallen Kasrkin squad. It will greatly improve your battlefield survivability]
[Before you can thank him, the roar of fierce lasguns and hellguns erupts all around]
[Countless greenskins gradually erge from the forest's edge. The Khorne Berzerkers, even more terrifying than the orks, reveal their towering forms]
[The battle to defend Dominatus has begun]
[Fourth Week: Due to lack of maintenance and appeasent from Tech-Priests, the "displeased Machine Spirit" of the Emperor-class Titan cannot activate void shields]
[Only the Hellstorm Cannon and Laser Blaster mounted on the platform remain functional. After a more powerful Plasma Annihilator vaporizes a small warband of Khorne Berzerkers, it falls into standby mode and refuses to fire]
[To prevent irreparable damage to Emperor-class Titan Dominatus, all support teams must engage the surging greenskin horde head-on and maintain a defensive line]
[Your team forms a critical section of that defense]
[The nurous Khorne Berzerkers appearing among the greenskins seem to have identified you as their primary target]
[Every Berzerker that spots you releases a garbled roar, montarily forgetting the eye-catching Emperor Titan in the distance. They charge at you, their "rabbit ear" helt crests shaking with each step]
[After experiencing truly terrifying close calls, you survive through luck and skill]
[You gradually regain your composure and formulate a plan with the sergeant]
[Your squad will exploit your extraordinary "attractiveness" to the Berzerkers of Khorne]
[Lure them into disrupting greenskin formations while drawing them away from Imperial lines, then eliminate them opportunistically]
[From this point forward, a strange phenonon appears on the battlefield]
[Whenever a Khorne Berzerker erges, you bravely leap from the battle line, throwing grenades or firing shots to draw their attention]
[Each Berzerker roars and slaughters countless greenskins in their charge toward you]
[Then the entire team's focused lta and las-fire strikes the Berzerker's head or power pack, triggering violent explosions that kill dozens of orks]
[Cold with sweat but frantically calm, you return to the rear of Imperial lines, resupply ammunition, and wait for the next opportunity]
[Sixth Week: Your team gradually enters a state of numb exhaustion, leading to flaws in the plan]
[A severely wounded but still-living Khorne Berzerker breaks through the Imperial defensive line]
[The enemy causes massive casualties before reaching you for the first ti up close]
[This ti, you finally hear the garbled roars from their mouths clearly]
["Traitor..." The enemy calls you this through his burst helt and flowing brain matter]
[You raise your hellgun and blow through his head]
[You are deeply confused by this]
[Before you can think deeply, countless greenskins who've broken through the front line are already upon you]
[Seventh Week: The Imperial rescue force has suffered catastrophic casualties and must retreat into Emperor-class Titan Dominatus itself, relying on remaining platform weapons to resist]
[Only three mbers of your team remain. You. The sergeant. One other]
[The sergeant has lost half an arm to greenskin choppas. He resists the enemy offensive through willpower alone]
[You subconsciously count the remaining supplies across all teams]
[You realize the entire rescue force is about to run out of ammunition and food]
[You attempt to contact the Imperial garrison to request reinforcents]
[You receive General Sturnn's grief-stricken reply]
[The Eldar heretics have torn up the short-lived alliance again and launched a frenzied assault on the Imperial base. The Cadian Shock Regint has no more teams to deploy. He prays the Emperor will bless you]
[You end the communication and fall silent]
[You pick up your hellgun again, intending to detonate Emperor-class Titan Dominatus]
["If Dominatus cannot belong to the Master of Mankind, then no force shall have it," you mutter, your eyes cold and resolved]
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