[Simulation starting——]
[Current identity: Captain of the Thirteenth Company of Space Wolves (Death World Fenris) Lord Cypher (Dark Angels Monolith Fortress)]
[Please select your identity first]
[If you refuse, you will be randomly dropped]
[Identity selection has been rejected]
[Simulation starting——]
[You are already in the Warhammer universe, the time and place of your arrival will be randomly selected]
[Time: M41]
[Location: Holy Land World Damhar]
[You have successfully descended into the night sky of the Holy Land world. ]
[Before you fully open your eyes, you once again feel the terrifying feeling of falling at an extremely fast speed.]
[You don't have time to complain.]
[You used the neural link device without hesitation to unfold the huge metal wings behind the power armor, and at the same time spread your arms and legs to maintain the gliding flight posture.]
[At this moment, you looked through the helmet eyepiece and clearly saw a fierce battle taking place in real time on a collapsed street below.]
[A group of Astartes troops wearing green paint are fighting against some strange alien races under the cover of some mortal warriors.]
[You subconsciously change the direction of your gliding.]
[You were about to reach out from behind to pull out the melee weapon you always carry with you, but suddenly you realized that you had nothing else on you except this set of Spark Glory Power Armor.]
[You couldn't help but let out a low curse from your skull helmet that drifted away with the wind.]
[At this moment, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind and the roar of bombs coming from far away. ]
[Your tall figure, along with the repeated adjustments of your huge metal wings, landed heavily in the center of the battlefield between the two warring parties.]
[Boom boom——]
[A large amount of dust and rubble continued to fly. ]
[Your sudden arrival also temporarily shocked the surrounding Mordian Iron Guards wearing blue uniforms and holding laser weapons, and they even forgot to pull the trigger of their weapons.]
[Even the Astartes in green-painted power armor were frightened by your sudden appearance.]
[The black muzzles of the guns quickly turned their direction and poured explosive firepower towards you! ]
["An octagonal star-shaped chapter emblem? And an unfamiliar clan emblem? Could it be a Chaos Astartes?"]
["No, there is no sign of corruption or mutation on their bodies, and even the mortal warriors are on their side."]
[At this moment, standing still and enduring the bombardment of a large number of explosives, you quickly glanced at the few unfamiliar Astartes through the eyepiece of the skull helmet. ]
[However, just when you were about to speak out your identity as the original master. ]
[Buzz buzz buzz——]
[The mysterious alien races that were fighting with the mortal warriors quickly gathered together and charged forward.]
[As they approached, a mysterious force field that was difficult to discern with the naked eye and could only be barely discerned through the heat detection mode of the auspicious instrument quickly enveloped many of the Mordian Guards! ]
[The next second, right under your gaze, a large number of mortal warriors, without even a cry of pain, quietly turned into pools of decaying ashes that were blown away by the wind. Even the laser weapons they originally held in their palms quickly aged and broke!]
["Psychic energy is extinguished? No, it is time aging!"]
[At this moment, you suddenly opened your eyes wide. ]
[You quickly issued a sonorous and powerful warning to the strange Astartes around you.]
["Quick! Order the Mordian Guard to retreat immediately! This is not a battle that mortal warriors can join! The Astartes must also be more cautious in order to survive!"]
[Perhaps your aura as a Primarch infected the Astartes, or perhaps the familiar Imperial language allowed them to distinguish your position as a human.]
[In short, the explosive fire that had been covering you quickly stopped and immediately shifted to the mysterious alien.]
[However, the number of Mordian Guards on the battlefield is decreasing rapidly.]
[After you successfully reach the front of these mysterious aliens and use the pair of huge metal wings behind the power armor to successfully chop and kill several aliens. ]
[The number of Mordian Iron Guards is less than 20 people left. ]
[At the same time, those unfamiliar Astartes also suddenly drew their melee weapons and launched a swift charge towards the front of the mysterious alien team! ]
[You drive the brand new power armor, and try your best to avoid the coverage of those time force fields with a reaction speed far exceeding that of the Astartes.]
[The huge metal wings that quickly extended from the eagle's shoulder armor were like flexible and changeable power swords, constantly slashing off the twisted heads or hideous bodies of the mysterious aliens! ]
[Instantly, your rapidly moving eyes accidentally saw it. ]
[Several unfamiliar Astartes who were unfortunately enveloped by the time force field, their offensive movements actually slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.]
[Then, the sharp claws from the mysterious alien penetrated the hard protection of the ceramic steel armor like stabbing into soft bread, and pierced into Astarte's body! ]
["Damn it… All Astartes, retreat immediately! This is not an ordinary alien that you can easily deal with!"]
[You once again shouted at the stubborn strangers Astartes.]
[You violently waved the pair of huge metal wings on the back of the power armor, and as your tall body spun rapidly, you immediately cleared a large area of space in the encirclement of many mysterious aliens.]
[You then move your magnetic boots.]
[You run towards the strange Astartes who are still trying to attack.]
[After a few dozen seconds, you quickly and neatly threw all the surviving Astartes like rag dolls, and flung them into the distant streets!]
[As the pair of huge metal wings behind you quickly curled inward, bright lights formed by energy jets quickly appeared behind the power armor! ]
[You decide not to get entangled with these unknown mysterious aliens. ]
[You choose to activate the short-distance flight capability of the Spark Glory Power Armor and fly towards the periphery of the battlefield.]
[The unfamiliar Astartes who had just landed hesitated for a moment, and then quickly led the remaining twenty-odd Mordian Guards to evacuate to the periphery of the battlefield.]
[Soon after, you slowly landed on a secluded hill far away from the city streets.]
[At the same time, the unfamiliar Astartes team of only ten people left also arrived at a nearby location with a few Mordian Iron Guards.]
["As Astartes, we must obey orders. You guys have nothing to do with that… Which chapter are you from, brother?"]
[You shook your skull helmet slightly, and immediately drove your power armor towards the opponent.]
["We are the strike force of the Son of Medusa, please stop advancing immediately! Thank you for helping us fight those damn aliens just now, but you must immediately reveal your identity! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"]
[At this moment, following the low voice of a Terminator veteran. ]
[Every strange Astartes present quickly raised their bolters, the dark muzzles firmly locked onto your skull helmet.]
Thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)