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Eden pondered for a mont, suppressing the urge to fire a devastating shot.
After all, the Sacred Ash Shells were a trump card, sothing to be used only when absolutely necessary.
He looked at the dozens of Khorne Berserkers blocking his way without much concern.
A re handful of them wouldn't be enough to stop his Thunder Guard.
Soon, they would carve through these Chaos heretics and then converge on Harris for a decisive assault.
Eden's philosophy had always been simple:
If you can gang up on an enemy, don't bother with a duel.
Even if a duel was unavoidable, it was best to set up an ambush beforehand, ensuring the enemy was crushed before they even reached the battlefield.
A highly reliable tactical approach.
This mindset was inherited from a certain master from his past life—one who had a knack for sudden bursts of overwhelming force.
If that master had been reborn into the Warhamr universe, he might have earned titles such as the Master of Explosions, Lord of Ambushes, or the Mad Dog of Battle.
As Eden was lost in thought—
More Khorne Berserkers erged from the hidden chamber, encircling his group.
Their numbers now exceeded his own forces.
These Berserkers were clad in heavy, spiked armor, wielding massive blood-colored axes, their bodies enveloped in a dense aura of bloodlust.
Their crimson eyes gazed down at Eden and his warriors with murderous intent.
The chanical Throne
Harris, seated on the towering throne, sneered as he watched the scene unfold.
"Savior, you're surrounded. There's nowhere left to run!"
Eden sighed internally.
"I got careless. This guy is just as cunning. I really should stop setting up flags too early—I almost got caught in a beatdown myself."
Fortunately, he had made preparations.
The mont the first wave of Khorne Berserkers appeared, he had already called for reinforcents.
BOOM—
Several massive gemstone gates exploded under artillery fire.
"Lord Savior, the Void Angels and War Angels have arrived!"
Duke and Prue, the two Chapter masters, had followed their orders—leaving the remaining enemies outside to be handled by the Battle Sisters—before leading their elite warriors into the grand throne hall.
With their arrival, the tide of battle shifted.
Eden's gaze locked onto Harris as he coldly remarked:
"Apologies, but I seem to have more warriors than you..."
ROAR—
Harris erupted in fury, barking orders at the Berserkers:
"KILL THEM ALL!"
The Khorne Berserkers howled, raising their brutal axes high as they charged forward, their blades carving through the air like a blood-soaked storm.
BZZZT—
The Thunder Guard warriors ignited their power swords, eting the onslaught head-on.
Monts later, the Void Angels and War Angels joined the fray.
Thousands of warriors clashed in an earth-shaking lee.
Bolt rounds whizzed through the battlefield, chainswords roared in a cacophony of violence, and the surrounding architecture suffered devastating damage.
Thankfully, the throne hall was vast enough to accommodate such large-scale carnage.
Had this been any lesser structure, it would have collapsed long ago.
The Khorne Berserkers fought like rabid beasts, utterly consud by bloodlust, slashing wildly without regard for strategy.
But the Space Marines were greater in number, fighting in coordinated squads.
Through precise teamwork, they systematically cut down the enemy while sustaining minimal losses.
Amidst the chaos, Eden led Carter and twenty Thunder Guard warriors forward, carving a bloody path toward the chanical Throne.
One by one, the Berserkers around the throne were slaughtered.
Harris now sat alone on his chanical throne, watching as Eden and his warriors ascended the vast platform.
"BERSERKERS! RETURN TO DEFEND THE THRONE!"
He bellowed desperately toward the battlefield, but his warriors were too lost in their frenzy to obey any commands.
Eden and his forces surrounded Harris.
Seated upon the throne, his near five-ter-tall, grotesque, crimson mass of flesh exuded a terrifying presence.
Yet, despite his monstrous form, the fallen tyrant could not stand.
A sitting target was a dead target.
"Attack!"
Eden gave the command.
The Thunder Guard raised their oversized bolt rifles, unleashing a torrent of fire.
A barrage of armor-piercing rounds and suppression shells surged toward Harris.
BZZZT—
Harris raised a hand, activating the throne's energy field.
The first volley of rounds shattered against the barrier, their propulsion spent before they could penetrate further, clattering harmlessly to the ground.
So—long-range attacks wouldn't work.
Carter lowered his boltgun, drawing his massive two-ter-long crimson chainsword.
The weapon roared to life, its energy field crackling.
The other Thunder Guard followed suit, activating their power weapons.
"CHARGE!"
Carter led the advance.
As the energy field flared again, he swung his chainsword violently.
SLASH—
The blade tore through the barrier, dispelling it montarily.
But—
CLANG!
A scarlet chanical limb, infused with the dark power of Khorne, intercepted his strike.
Then—DOZENS of similar crimson ch-tendrils erupted, engaging the Thunder Guard in brutal combat.
Harris laughed maniacally.
"You fools! Do you really think you can kill with just this?!"
For decades, he had transford the chanical Throne into an impenetrable fortress.
Now, blessed by the Blood God, he was even stronger.
Carter found himself besieged by the chanized appendages, each limb pulsating with brutal Khorne energy.
Pinned down, unable to land a decisive strike, he was forced onto the defensive.
Humiliation burned in Carter's chest.
He had undergone ruthless training, pushing himself to beco stronger.
Yet, at every critical mont, he was always the one getting beaten the hardest.
And in front of the Savior, no less.
How could he continue as the captain of the Thunder Guard after this?
BOOM—
One of the scarlet ch-tendrils slamd into his chest.
He crashed to the ground, armor dented.
Gritting his teeth, Carter reached into his belt, pulling out an injector filled with a violet liquid.
A concoction personally developed by Bio-Sage Moss and Duke.
It contained potent Void Angel hormones and specialized stimulants designed to enhance his body in a short burst.
The side effects were severe—but in this mont, he had no choice.
Opening his helt, he jamd the injector into his neck and pressed down.
The serum rushed into his bloodstream, surging through his heart.
His veins bulged, glowing purple, his pupils flickering with eerie luminescence.
His heart pounded like a war drum, pumping more blood, more power.
This was his limit.
Keeping it up for too long would kill him—just like the Thunder Warriors of old.
But for now—
Carter ROSE.
"AAAAAHHH! DIE, HERETIC!"
Revving his chainsword to maximum speed, crackling with power field energy—
He ignited his jump pack, launching toward the throne.
Sensing danger, Harris desperately lashed out with his crimson ch-limbs.
But—it was too late.
Carter suddenly twisted mid-air, dodging the incoming strikes.
SLASH—
A crimson limb fell, electricity crackling from the severed end.
The mont it hit the ground—
Carter was already within a ter of Harris.
"CURSE YOU—!"
Harris' eyes widened in horror as he raised his arm.
BZZZT—
The energy field blade flickered.
A severed hand dropped to the floor.
"MY HAND!"
Harris howled.
Then—the other hand fell.
Blood gushed from the twin stumps.
Panic overtook the once-mighty tyrant.
"WAIT—! I SURRENDER!"
SHUNK—
Carter drove his chainsword into Harris' chest.
The blade tore through his heart, turning his insides to pulp.
Harris' last scream was cut short.
His lone horn clattered to the floor—followed by half his skull.
The once-mighty tyrant slumped forward—lifeless.
Carter, still cold and composed, turned to Eden.
"Savior, the heretic has been purged."
(End of Chapter)
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