From Warhammer to Hyperdimensional Harem

The battle's intensity over the less than five-kilometer distance to their objective was beyond imagination.

The sounds of power swords cutting metal, chainswords shrieking through metal, bolt rounds impacting metal, flesh being severed, ground trembling, beast-like roaring, explosions, demonic screams, and more.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

"BOOM!!!"

Accompanied by an explosion, a brilliant flash lasted several seconds, seeming to blind anyone looking at it, like a stun grenade.

The explosion itself didn't actually cause much destruction—it didn't blow a large crater in the ground.

However, the Planetary Defense Force soldier who detonated this explosive had his body instantly transformed into fragments.

"Damn it!"

A fallen Chaos Astartes let out what sounded like a furious roar from severely damaged vocal cords.

He was angry—angry that he, an Astartes, had been blown up like this by a mere mortal soldier.

His entire body was riddled with holes—describing it as a honeycomb would be quite apt.

What caused this miserable state was a moment's carelessness with the mortal's bomb, which seemed to have explosives occupying less than one-tenth of its internal space, with the rest filled with special metal fragments.

After exploding, these sprayed out in all directions, tearing through even power armor.

Without power armor, this one bomb would have truly turned him into a literal honeycomb, then his body would have collapsed into a puddle of mush.

Suddenly sensing something, he hurriedly raised the chainsword in his hand to block toward his side and rear.

In an instant, sparks flew and metal screamed. Then the chainsword that had accompanied him for many years was cut through, and cold light flashed past him.

Afterward, he found his vision becoming strange, developing double vision—what had been one person split into two.

But in less than a millisecond, he realized what was happening—he had been cleaved from the top down, split in two.

His two eyeballs were now separated by distance, which was why he had this double vision.

At this moment, his consciousness hadn't yet ended.

"Bang—"

His body was struck by a powerful force, and his body, now in four large pieces, was sent flying.

Yes, sent flying, and the one who struck him was his companion.

After he had been cleaved and dismembered from above, this companion had suddenly rushed to his back for a sweeping strike at the waist.

This wasn't betrayal, but an attempt to strike both him and the person who had cleaved him in front together.

Unfortunately, the opponent quickly bent backward to avoid it.

Then the companion pressed forward further, sending his body flying.

"I'm quite regretful."

"Regretful about sparing me?"

Gripping his power sword tighter, Ejie answered the opposing Chaos Astartes, having nearly been struck at the waist by the opponent's sword.

The one before him was the same one he had encountered in the underhive.

The arm and partial shoulder he had originally destroyed had now recovered, but with some differences—as if some monster's arm had been transplanted.

It even felt like this arm possessed independent life, seemingly forming a symbiotic relationship with this Chaos Astartes.

That Ejie was now wearing different power armor than before but was still recognized wasn't strange.

After all, he was an untouchable who could strangely vary his influence range—the opponent could only think it was him.

"Very regretful, but more than that, angry. Untouchables are so unwelcome in the Empire—why do you serve that False Emperor!"

By the time he finished this sentence, Ejie had already been attacked countless times by the opponent, almost entirely on the defensive.

Each parry felt like being struck by a large truck, with the impact force transmitting through the power armor to his body inside, making his bones feel like they wanted to scream.

This time he was even stronger than before, apparently due to that additional arm.

The new arm he had gained was like rubber, able to freely stretch and contract, and could lash out like a whip.

It could even enlarge and smash down.

This reminded him of a certain straw hat-wearing boy who wanted to become Pirate King.

No wait, describing this arm's abilities using Marvel's Venom would be more similar.

"Do you see that Inquisitor? Don't you see what kind of look he's giving you? That's disgust—he seems ready to classify you as xenos, not considering you a member of humanity."

An Ordo Xenos Inquisitor?

Ejie naturally also sensed this guy's unpleasant gaze and felt this guy was plotting something against him.

Simply put, after the incident ended, he definitely wouldn't let him escape easily.

"I can tell you're not acting together with them—do you know how they'll treat you after the operation ends? They'll make your life worse than death..."

Nearby, a Salamander fighting traitors was also getting anxious.

That bastard was trying to corrupt the kid. If he was really swayed, the victory scale that was currently tipping toward their side might face complications.

If not for his untouchable abilities performing so well and severely affecting these traitors, their overall strength would surge dramatically.

Of course, the Salamanders and Deathwatch were also affected by the opponent's untouchable characteristics. But it was definitely much less than the effect on traitors who had turned to Chaos.

"Get lost!!!"

"Getting anxious? If you're really worried about that kid, you shouldn't interfere. Falling into the hands of an Inquisitor who already sees him as xenos—you know what that fate is."

"Shut up!"

Accompanied by this roar, he shoved the bolt pistol in his hand hard toward the opponent and pulled the trigger, exploding.

It wasn't a bolt round firing and exploding on the opponent's body, but the bolt round not firing at all and directly exploding in the chamber.

This explosion cost him an arm. But the opposing traitor had half his body blown away.

This was the Salamander's damage-for-damage behavior!

The bolt exploding in the pistol chamber was deliberately caused by him—he had detonated all the bolt rounds.

"Right, there's another way—just let the Inquisitor die. In such a chaotic battle, friendly fire is inevitable..."

The voice cut off abruptly as Airet' chainsword axe directly split open the traitor's skull.

Even before dying, this guy didn't forget to corrupt him a little, trying to get him to kill the Inquisitor.

Withdrawing the chainsword axe, he prepared to move forward and assist the kid. However, after taking a few steps, intense weakness struck his body.

Looking down, his abdomen had been torn open with a serious gash.

In his current state, going forward to help would only be a hindrance, only a burden.

What about the others?

The others couldn't spare their hands.

Moreover, positioned beside him were all Deathwatch personnel, and this scene made Airet' heart sink slightly.

These few seemed to have accepted the Inquisitor's hints, fighting around him to isolate him from the Salamander members.

If they determined he had problems and suspected his loyalty, the outcome was obvious.

They might not kill him—after all, they'd want to study his untouchable characteristics—but this would probably be worse than death.

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