Warhammer 40K: Veterans Surge Like a Torrent, Heretics Beg for the End Chapter 105 105 Countless eyes swiveled towards the source o

Countless eyes swiveled towards the source of the trendous noise, fear rapidly blooming in their gazes.

Forget the endless Tyranid Swarm hot on Sith's heels; just their act of hiding in the fortress to save their own skins ant that if there was a Political Commissar among the newcors, they'd all be executed.

Faced with the continuous pounding from outside the door and the Tyranid shrieks already audible through it, everyone's eyes ultimately returned to the Commander.

The Commander, having just had his hat snatched away by a Gargoyle, had already ducked back inside.

Now, facing the soldiers' questioning looks, the Commander's mouth twitched several tis before he finally gritted his teeth:

'Open the gate!'

The soldiers paled, but soon began to carry out the order.

Because, not just the Commander, even these soldiers knew: if these fierce n had cut their way here all the way from the battlecruiser, then it was far better for them to open this gate voluntarily, rather than wait for the other side to break it down and discover a crowd of cowards hiding behind it.

Soon, with the loud grinding of gears, the massive gate slowly swung open on both sides.

The soldiers behind the gate, faces filled with terror, nonetheless grabbed their weapons and scrambled out to provide covering fire, hoping to make a good impression on this group.

Simultaneously, they prayed that any potential Political Commissar in the team would recognize their 'formidable' fighting spirit.

With the cooperation of the nurous defenders inside the gate, Sith had no ti to pay attention to these trembling soldiers. He hurriedly directed the crowd to retreat into the fortress, then moved to the rear of the group.

The Black Watch covering the retreat had long since discarded their ordinary combat blades, switching instead to Chainswords sourced from Battle Sisters, and even Astartes.

Now, these Mortal-form Astartes were unleashing vast swathes of chitinous debris upon the Tyranid Swarm.

It was fortunate these Tyranids lacked souls; otherwise, with all this carnage along the way, Sith's Black Watch would have temporarily beco the Crimson Watch once more.

As the gate slamd shut once again...

...the surging Tyranid Swarm was blocked outside. Though the sharp screech of chitin scraping tal and the corrosive, sizzling explosions as if doused in acid still echoed through the door...

...everyone inside finally gained a montary respite.

The incoming troops all leaned against walls, breathing heavily. Only the superhumanly modified Astartes retained their stamina, turning to automatically assu sentry duties.

Sowhat incongruously, on the other side of Sith's group, there were still tens of thousands of Astra Militarum.

The Astra Militarum looked over the newcors several tis, confirming there was no Political Commissar among those Sith had brought in, and finally let out a massive sigh of relief.

They were just about to step forward to welco them and see if this group had a plan for the Tyranids about to breach the gate, when from among the scattered ranks replenishing ammunition and supplies, an Inquisitor erged.

The smiles on the Astra Militarum faces instantly froze. In their view, encountering a Political Commissar was already a major event.

But they hadn't found a Commissar. Instead, they'd run into an Inquisitor.

Seeing Fanros's icy gaze fixed upon them, instant panic appeared on the Astra Militarum faces.

However, the expected rebuke or raised weapon from Fanros did not materialize. Fanros rely glared fiercely at the group, then, adopting a hint of deference, actually stepped aside.

The Astra Militarum were stunned. An Inquisitor was already the pinnacle of authority they scarcely dared imagine.

Yet, here was such an avatar of power, now stepping aside like a re attendant?

With a touch of awe, everyone looked past Fanros. Sith stepped forward, surveyed the Astra Militarum before him, then, walking straight through the crowd towards the command console piled with information in the fortress, spoke without even looking up:

'You're conscripted.'

'Also, can anyone tell just how badly the fighting on Ustalii is going?'

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