Chapter 33 : "Arrival of the Space Marines"
Kenthelion was starting to regret it.
The System had told him it could send Space Marines to his aid—but he didn't expect them to come from different Legions, all pulled from the chaotic days of the 30K era. Kenthelion had managed to tolerate that. But when he saw that both loyalist and traitor warbands were gathered in the same place, he broke into a cold sweat.
"What are they doing here together? They're sworn enemies!" Kenthelion thought, his nerves tightening. The last thing he needed was another civil war breaking out on his own battlefield.
"You might be from the loyalist side," he muttered, "but you traitors from the 40K era... Are you seriously going to behave just because there are humans around?"
Frustrated, Kenthelion turned to the System.
System: Host, please remain calm. All traces of Chaos influence have been purged from their bodies. They are now simply fanatical, disciplined Space Marines.
Kenthelion let out a long sigh. Though still grumbling internally, he eventually gave in.
"Fine... just don't cause trouble."
Relieved by the System's explanation, Kenthelion shifted focus and issued a direct order to Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed, the strategic commander by his side.
"Destroy all enemy ground facilities. Crush their vital infrastructure. Take control of this planet completely. We don't need alien prisoners—they're not human. Kill them all on sight."
Meanwhile, the Urg'nok of the Bloodmaw Empire had no idea what was coming. Soon, they would face the fury of humanity's most brutal warriors—united, for once, under a single cause. And when the storm came, there would be no mercy.
Following the orders of Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed, thousands of Space Marines filed into the drop compartments of the warship, their movements precise and synchronized, showcasing their impeccable military discipline.
Now, it was their turn.
Kenthelion stood in the command room, his eyes focused on the large screen displaying his favorite soldiers from his previous life—Cadia's Forces.
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"Cadia Stands!"
The battle cry echoed throughout the ship.
One by one, Cadia's soldiers stepped out of their cabins, wearing their signature field gear and carrying M38 lasguns. Their violet eyes were a defining feature, a symbol of their long exposure to the Eye of Terror. Over the years, Cadia's strike forces had become the front-line defenders of the Imperium Caelestis. While they might not share the fearless resolve of the Krieg regiments or the raw strength of Catachan warriors, each Cadian soldier fought with their life on the line.
"Cadia stands!" The cry rang out once more, resounding through the ship's hallways.
Five full regiments were deployed by Castellan Creed. They would work in unison with the Astartes—elite Space Marines—to execute a devastating ground assault and ensure air superiority by coordinating the takeoff of their fighter planes to destroy the enemy's air forces.
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Once Kenthelion was sure the forces were ready, he moved to another room, a sacred chamber. Inside, a group of servants knelt before the golden armor—the iconic symbol of the Emperor of Mankind. A large sword lay on the table in front of them.
Kenthelion paused for a moment, then spoke in a calm but firm voice, "It's time."
He stepped forward to the golden armor. The servants immediately rose in response, their voices filled with respect.
"Understood, Emperor."