Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

The conversation ended quickly. Ahead lay the main armory of the position, a crucial structure guarded by an entire platoon of Astra Militarum infantry. It was buried deep underground, reinforced with ceramic steel and sandbags for added strength.

If constructed according to the standard procedures issued by the Departmento Munitorum, an Astra Militarum regimental armory would be impervious to even the direct hit of a super-heavy tank's main cannon—though in reality, most regiments lacked the resources and time to complete such standardized construction.

Zhang Ge approached Sister Amilia and stepped forward.

Upon reaching the entrance, Zhang Ge presented his credentials to the officer stationed there. The officer promptly scanned the credentials with a device, conducted a thorough body search, and then stepped aside to allow passage.

Since the armory prohibited the carrying of flammable or explosive materials, Zhang Ge had to leave all his weapons except for the decorative Ascalon outside. Additionally, since the credentials only listed Zhang Ge, Sister Amilia had to remain outside as well.

"I need a shield and a one-handed sword," Sister Amilia said calmly after being stopped, taking a step back.

Zhang Ge nodded in acknowledgment and, escorted by two guards, entered the armory.

The three quickly passed through the entrance. As they descended deeper underground, the light from the entrance diminished until they reached the interior of the armory, where a few dim bulbs provided illumination.

Inside, a large number of weapons were either neatly arranged or haphazardly stacked. However, this did not contradict the Commissar's statement that "there's not much left," as a closer look revealed that most of the weapons were lasguns and autoguns.

Presumably, these were collected from the fallen after heavy casualties in the regiment, with no new recruits to use them. These weapons were of little use to Zhang Ge; even if he could fire ten lasguns simultaneously, it wouldn't make much difference.

Without much ado, Zhang Ge quickly selected the few items that would be useful to him: several melta bombs, fragmentation grenades, an entrenching tool, a few magazines of boltgun ammunition, and a sufficient supply of bolts.

Additionally, he picked out a temporary prosthetic arm, a sword, and a shield for Sister Amilia. Though the prosthetic seemed ill-fitting, it was a medical device designed to quickly restore severely wounded elite soldiers to combat readiness, so there was little room for complaint.

"That's all," Zhang Ge said, casually stuffing the items into a backpack he slung over his shoulder.

The guards silently nodded and led him back to the entrance. After inventorying the items and completing the necessary paperwork, the supplies were officially transferred to Zhang Ge.

Seeing Zhang Ge emerge so quickly, Sister Amilia turned slightly, revealing her hastily treated severed arm.

"Attach it," she said.

"?"

Zhang Ge leaned in and touched her face, feeling its warmth and the roughness of the white cloth she used to bind her eyes.

"? I meant, attach the prosthetic."

"Oh, right."

Zhang Ge took out the vacuum-sealed prosthetic from the backpack, unwrapped it, and pressed it against Sister Amilia's severed arm.

After a distinctly unsettling sound of flesh being drilled, the prosthetic seemed to establish a connection with Sister Amilia.

Zhang Ge watched as she tested the new arm and casually asked, "How does it compare to the original?"

"Less flexible," Sister Amilia replied succinctly. She then moved behind Zhang Ge, retrieved the lasgun from his new backpack, and drew the sword and shield. She held the ceramic steel shield with her prosthetic arm and gripped the sword with her remaining right hand.

"But it's enough for using a shield."

"Alright, that's all. Let's find the vehicle."

As they started walking, a servant approached and said, "Sir, allow me to guide you to the vehicle."

So thoughtful?

Zhang Ge hadn't asked Ernest where the vehicle was, simply because he had forgotten. He had assumed that a noble's civilian vehicle wouldn't be parked at the front, and finding it by asking around wouldn't be too difficult.

But Ernest had noticed this detail and sent a servant to guide them.

"Alright... Wait, what's that?"

Just as Zhang Ge nodded in agreement, a meteor streaked across the sky at incredible speed, breaking through the clouds and nearly crashing onto the position in the same instant.

Compared to its speed, everything around seemed to move in slow motion... until the last moment, when the meteor landed on the position. As its retro thrusters activated and its speed abruptly decreased, Zhang Ge saw what it was.

A Space Marine drop pod, but from the forces of Slaanesh.

By then, the shrill alarm had just begun to sound across the position.

But it was too late.

The drop pod's doors slammed open, and three towering figures over two meters tall, clad in power armor and wielding boltguns, emerged. They wore helmets and scanned the position before them.

This was a standard tactical squad of Chaos Space Marines.

Unlike the deliberately weakened and slowed portrayals in films and art, Zhang Ge witnessed firsthand how Space Marines fought.

The three Chaos Space Marines each faced a different direction, their boltguns precisely spitting out rounds. Their first targets were not the infantry.

The bolts struck every heavy weapon within their range with unerring accuracy. With centuries of combat experience, superhuman senses, and physical prowess, they executed their tactics with mechanical precision and efficiency, performing feats that seemed impossible to ordinary humans.

The bolts flew out, not targeting the operators but directly destroying the barrels, rendering these weapons—capable of threatening their armor—useless.

Note that Space Marines move so fast that they appear as blurs to ordinary humans. Thus, all these actions were completed in a time shorter than it would take a normal person to react, let alone reposition weapons or counterattack. Not a single bolt from their rapid-firing boltguns missed.

They gripped the handles with one hand and pulled the triggers, while the other hand pressed down on the top of the boltguns, reducing recoil to almost nothing. First, they targeted heavy weapons, then high-threat units wielding meltaguns and plasma guns. By the time they emptied their magazines, the nearest PDF troops had barely begun to retaliate.

However, ambushes, defensive counterattacks, and mass charges were all utterly meaningless.

In the narrow trenches, one Chaos Space Marine drew his chainsword. At such close range, his movements appeared as flashes to the PDF troops. Attempting to attack with melta bombs or even lasguns was futile; he could pinpoint enemy positions with his enhanced hearing alone.

In one instance, an entire trench of PDF troops was cleared before the first bisected body hit the ground.

In the Maelstrom, the Astra Militarum under Huron, trained specifically to combat Space Marines, equipped with ample heavy weapons and vehicles, and supported by their own Space Marines, achieved a casualty ratio of nearly 300:1 against unsupported non-first founding Space Marines.

This was a cold, hard statistic, now playing out as a massacre before Zhang Ge's eyes.