Invincible after death, but in Warhammer 40K

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Amid Olivia's heavy footsteps, the convoy gradually approached the outskirts of the city, and the massive silhouette of the hive city became increasingly visible within the naked eye's range.

However, before reaching their destination, the sound of rolling treads approached from a distance.

Despite the low visibility, the obstruction posed no significant hindrance through the weapon sights of the light armored vehicle. Zhang Ge quickly identified the source of the noise.

It was a heavy armored unit from the PDF of Yakaolan, primarily composed of Leman Russ tanks, supplemented by lighter armored units such as Chimeras and Sentinel walkers.

Given the planet's deep integration with the Mechanicus and the persistent threat of Orks, it was unsurprising that the hive city had managed to maintain a standing heavy armored detachment. After all, Leman Russ tanks were not particularly rare.

Their arrival was also expected. In such a tense situation, the earlier volcanic cannon shot that tore through the sky would undoubtedly have drawn the attention of the hive city.

Facing an enemy potentially equipped with heavy armor and firepower, deploying lightly armed airborne troops would be akin to sending them to their doom. Thus, it's not hard to guess that the decision was made to send in the armored units instead.

Zhang Ge held no hope of avoiding conflict with this force, so his enthusiasm was notably lacking.

Of course, the mood on the other side was far from relaxed.

Even through the thick armor of the Leman Russ, the crew inside could distinctly feel the increasingly intense tremors as they approached.

In their targeting systems, a colossal figure far larger than the ruins emerged. Its sheer size even surpassed that of the Orks' Gargants, and with each step, it crushed countless bricks and rubble. Its cold electronic eyes scanned the surroundings as if searching for prey.

The tank, which usually provided a sense of security against most attacks, now offered none. Instead, it felt as though the machine spirit itself was wailing at the prospect of facing such an enemy.

However, just as the needle-like pressure reached its peak with the enemy's approach, the voice of the armored unit's commander finally came through the blessed communications.

Even with such a limited range of communication, the blessed comms array was still heavily interfered with. Only a few words from an originally complete sentence could be clearly transmitted, but amidst the chaotic noise, the commander's voice could still be heard, sounding even more tense than theirs:

"All... don't... aim... stop...!

Re... someone"

After more than a dozen repetitions, the fragmented words finally pieced together coherently.

"Everyone, do not aim, stop the vehicles!

Repeat..."

Most of the troops might not recognize what it was, given their level of understanding... they might not have even received a complete education, never having left the hive city. They probably couldn't distinguish between a Chaos Space Marine without mutations and a normal Space Marine.

But the commander of this unit was different. He was a specially recruited officer from the Astra Militarum armored regiment, brought in to ensure the combat effectiveness of this force. He had once basked in the glory of fighting alongside Titans on the battlefield and was well aware of the immense power such divine machines possessed.

Yet, the more he understood, the more he sweated when facing a Titan directly.

Against such a decisive weapon equipped with void shields, the few Leman Russ tanks under his command didn't even have the qualifications to scratch its paint. To scratch the paint, they'd first have to breach the shields—even tickling requires crossing a threshold.

If they were enemies, it would be fine—dying would be in service to the Emperor. But the other side had neither initiated an attack nor displayed any signs of mutation or blasphemous markings, making it highly likely they were allies.

If someone in their ranks accidentally fired and caused a friendly fire incident, the entire unit would be indistinguishable from the free-floating contaminants in the air. When they met their old comrades at the foot of the Golden Throne and were asked how they died, what would they say?

Answer: Because someone misfired and hit an approaching friendly Titan, leading to a minor conflict.

They'd be laughed to death.

Although the sound of treads had ceased, Olivia didn't care whether the small insects ahead had stopped. She couldn't discern whether they were enemies, allies, or simply passersby.

She placed her trust in Zhang Ge, so until he gave new orders, she wouldn't initiate an attack. However, she also wouldn't mind rolling over them like any other debris.

In the end, it didn't come to that. Once both sides were within visual range, Zhang Ge called out for Olivia to halt.

Under the gaze of their Leman Russ tanks, Zhang Ge drove around Olivia and approached them.

As the vehicle was about to arrive on their side, the opposing commander had already disembarked and walked out to greet them, approaching the front of the vehicle.

Zhang Ge instructed the others in the vehicle to wait for him inside, then opened the door himself and walked toward the other party.

Just as he glanced at the PDF officer's rank and was about to salute in greeting, the commander saluted first, as if Zhang Ge were the one with the higher rank.

However, this action was the result of a brief mental deliberation by the commander.

Upon seeing Zhang Ge's captain rank, the commander was somewhat puzzled, not because he suspected the other of impersonating an officer, but because... wasn't the rank of captain a bit too low?

To be honest, with a Titan accompanying them, he wouldn't have been surprised if a colonel commanding a super-heavy armored regiment had stepped out of the vehicle. After all, such Titan units were extremely rare even in planetary-level campaign army groups.

Oh, wait, I get it—it must be a disguise as a lower-ranking officer to avoid being targeted by enemy snipers or assassins. As for the youthful appearance, that's easily explained by rejuvenation surgery.

After briefly marveling at his own wisdom, the commander took the initiative to salute.

This, however, left Zhang Ge, who had been planning to find an opportunity to admit he wasn't an officer, completely at a loss. Wait, I'm just an ordinary veteran, and we're not even in the same command system. Why are you saluting me?

After an awkward silence, Zhang Ge stiffly returned the salute.

This only further solidified the commander's assumptions. Seeing how Zhang Ge's salute was delayed, as if he didn't even regard him with respect, the commander became even more convinced of his theory.

The commander took the initiative to speak:

"Sir, the 1st Company of the 4th Armored Regiment from Hive Arcolan has been dispatched to carry out... a welcoming mission. Please accompany us into the hive."

Naturally, he couldn't mention that they were here to investigate, but saying they were here for protection would also seem presumptuous, so he ultimately changed it to "welcoming."

Moreover, an uncorrupted Titan had already become the best form of identification, and he wisely avoided bringing up things like passwords or the unit designation of the other party.

The news of the frontlines collapsing had already reached the interior of the hive. It was likely that this unit was a group of survivors who had fled. If he publicly brought up matters related to the frontlines and upset them, his future might become rather troublesome.

Another day of striving to survive—thankfully, I'm clever enough.

The commander sighed inwardly.

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