Warhammer 40,000: Echoes of Divinity

"FOR KATO!"

The man clenched the quad-barreled Heavy Stubber, unleashing a storm of lead into the densest clusters of heretics.

Stray las-shots and solid rounds slammed into the truck's hull, but he remained unshaken—his fury unwavering.

The sheer volume of fire ripped through walls, shattering enemy formations.

An entire building, packed with heretics, collapsed, burying its occupants alive.

....

"That thing was built for anti-air, right?"

Grey gestured toward the Heavy Stubber.

"Looks like it, but he must have modified it." Grot nodded in agreement.

Qin Mo approached the man.

"You're more useful elsewhere. Move—urban warfare needs your firepower."

The man glanced at him, unimpressed.

"Oh? And you're taking over this position?"

Qin Mo didn't explain.

He simply turned and fired his shoulder cannon.

A luminous sphere shot forward—detonating mid-air above the heretics.

A storm of las-beams rained down.

Everything inside the blast radius was vaporized.

"Got it. Understood."

Without another word, the man ceased fire, leaped off the truck, and led his wife and children deeper into the city.

Qin Mo turned to Grey.

"You and the others—split up. Secure the city."

Grey nodded, igniting his jump pack and soaring away.

The other power-armored warriors followed, scattering into different districts.

....

Grey's Assault

Landing atop a high-rise, Grey scanned the battlefield.

The city was a warzone.

A brutal stalemate raged between heretics and the local militia.

The equipment gap wasn't as wide as expected.

Some militia fighters wore crude power armors. Others wielded highly unorthodox weapons.

Grey watched as one such weapon fired.

A golden beam lanced through the battlefield—instantly spearing through an enemy tank.

Ignoring less critical skirmishes, Grey focused on enemy positions.

His HUD tagged a heavy weapon nest within the building beneath him.

The Heretics inside were suppressing the militia's advance.

Grey activated his grav-shield.

"CRACK∼!"

The floor beneath him collapsed—sending him plummeting into the structure below.

He landed hard—right in the center of the Heretics-occupied first floor.

The heretics froze.

Their hands still gripped artillery controls.

Their expressions twisted into horror.

Grey raised his right arm.

Miniature energy spheres erupted in rapid succession.

The entire room was engulfed in laser scatterfire.

Bodies crumpled. Armor melted.

Grey swept his aim in a full rotation.

The entire floor was cleansed of hostiles.

Then, he moved.

He approached the remaining heavy weapons, using his grav-shield to crush them into scrap.

"BOOM∼!"

An artillery shell detonated outside, sending shrapnel through the windows.

Grey snapped his gaze toward the blast's origin.

His HUD zoomed in, overlaying thermal and structural scans.

Through multiple layers of buildings, he identified the artillery crew—700 meters away.

Grey silently switched his shoulder cannon to Gauss mode.

Then, he fired.

The beam lanced through every obstacle in its path, reaching the distant enemy position.

The artillery emplacement and its crew were obliterated in an instant.

....

As the cannon emplacement fell silent, a tank rumbled out from an alleyway.

Its left armor panel bore a painted image of a woman striking a heroic pose, brandishing a rifle.

From the turret hatch, a man with a bright red mohawk emerged.

"OHHH YEAH! THANKS, BROTHER!"

He shouted his gratitude—only to immediately duck back inside when a nearby explosion sent debris flying.

Trailing behind the tank, a motley crew of warriors followed—men and women, all with matching red mohawks.

Grey's eyes narrowed.

"Bloodcrest Gangers?"

He had assumed all Underhive gangs had either joined the Rebels… or been wiped out.

Then, the tank commander reappeared, screaming into a Vox-bead.

"STOP PUSHING FORWARD, YOU IDIOTS!

THE CHAPEL'S ABOUT TO FALL! THE CHAPEL'S ABOUT TO FALL!"

A panicked voice responded.

"WHAT?! The chapel is the rear guard! How the hell is it in danger?!"

"STOP ADVANCING! PULL BACK TO THE CHAPEL—NOW!"

The gangers abruptly reversed course, sprinting toward the city's center.

Grey remained indifferent.

He didn't trust Underhive gangs.

Better to purge the city himself than rely on unpredictable allies.

....

Grey charged down the street, cutting through Rebel fire.

His Multi-Laser shredded enemy infantry.His shoulder cannon obliterated fortifications.His grav-shield crushed all solid rounds.

Las-fire was absorbed—converted into fuel.

By the time he reached the district's edge, every heretic in his path was dead.

Then, he remembered Qin Mo's words.

"When I complete my masterpiece, and you see what it can do, you'll realize how weak and inefficient your current weapons truly are."

Grey paused.

He had mocked that claim before.

But now?

Looking at the battlefield—

Realizing how effortlessly he had wiped out an entire sector—

He understood.

His previous power armor would have failed long ago.

"The next district."

Grey stepped over charred corpses.

"You've got ten minutes left to live, worms."

....

Total Annihilation

With the power-armored warriors leading the charge, the urban skirmishes became an extermination.

Entire blocks of traitors were wiped out.Entrenched enemy positions were reduced to rubble.The militia no longer needed to breach buildings—every occupied structure was simply leveled.

Fighting alongside these warriors meant they no longer needed to risk their lives carrying explosives into enemy fortifications.

For the militia, the benefits were clear.

Now, all they had to do was shout a warning—

And the entire structure would be blown apart in seconds.

The drawback?

The power-armored warriors weren't from Kato.

They didn't care about preserving the city.

To them, a 1,000-year-old historical monument was just another bunker to demolish.

....

Grey fought his way to the city's edge, where he met up with Grot and the others.

Behind them, the militia forces regrouped.

The Heretics fled in terror.

But the lucky few who escaped didn't get far.

A wall of fire roared across the wasteland, consuming everything in its path.

None survived.

Then—

Qin Mo descended from the sky.

His Aquila staff dripped with blood.

Behind him, the last defenders of Kato arrived.

The entire city's remaining forces had gathered.

....

"Praise the Emperor!"

A PDF officer stepped forward, dropping to one knee before Qin Mo's staff.

"Praise the Emperor! Praise His chosen warriors!"

The soldiers followed suit, kneeling in reverence.

But the civilians, gangers, and bounty hunters knelt not before the staff—

They knelt before Qin Mo himself.

Because they knew the truth.

Without these reinforcements, they would have bled and died in the streets, unable to save their homes.

Qin Mo surveyed the assembled warriors.

Their ranks were… diverse.

Local Militia.

Gangers.

Bounty hunters.

A strange mix.

Then, a bounty hunter spoke.

"No offense, Lord… but did you have to turn half the city into ruins?"

Qin Mo turned away, striding toward the city center.

"This is War."

Then, he made a promise.

"When this war is over, I will build a new city—one so grand that even the Spire Lords will envy it."

"New Kato shall be your reward."