Chapter Two: For the Emperor

Wang Ming looked at the two dumbfounded groups on either side. Although he knew that the automatic rifles and lasguns in their hands posed little real threat to him, he was still somewhat afraid. After all, he was, at heart, just an ordinary person who had recently crossed over from a peaceful world. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!" As both sides halted, shocked by the sudden turn of events, a frenzied Khorne cultist among the Chaos fanatics let out a wild yell. Seizing his chainsaw axe, he charged straight at Wang Ming, the weapon roaring as he swung it, intent on offering the blood of this towering giant to the supreme Blood God.

"What the hell?" Wang Ming stared at the cultist wielding the chainsaw axe rushing at him. Instinctively, he raised his hand to swat him aside. He had yet to realize the true extent of his new body, but in his primarch-enhanced form, that slap sent the cultist spinning through the air, flung far from the trench.

Seeing the cultist he had just knocked flying, Wang Ming suddenly understood: he now possessed the physique of a primarch—strength beyond mortals and even Space Marines, a demigod among men.

"For the Emperor!" With this realization, Wang Ming roared and charged toward the cultists’ position. He knew full well what was happening: this was Cadia, Abaddon’s Thirteenth Black Crusade.

"Look, that giant is charging into the cultists' lines! Who is he? Where did he come from, appearing suddenly in the first trench?" In the planetary defense forces’ position, White Shield Karl Inch patted Sergeant Jon beside him, pointing toward the Chaos cultists’ lines.

The first trench had been deliberately abandoned, meant to lure the enemy into attacking. So why had a giant suddenly appeared there?

Jon lifted his head from the trench to gaze toward the cultists. He saw a giant, four and a half meters tall, charging into their ranks. Bullets from automatic rifles and beams from lasguns struck him, but did no harm, despite the fact that he was stark naked.

The giant moved among the cultists like a god descended to earth, slaughtering with unstoppable force. No mortal could withstand his onslaught. One by one, the cultists were tossed from the trenches, their bodies broken, dead beyond hope.

"Death Angel! The Emperor's Death Angel!" Sergeant Jon cried out his suspicion as he watched the naked giant. He had seen Space Marines before.

Such a towering physique and terrifying combat prowess could only belong to one of the Emperor’s Death Angels—a mighty Space Marine. Yet what puzzled him was why this angel was so colossal, and why he wore no power armor.

Wang Ming himself was bewildered. He had simply rushed into the cultists' position to deal with these Chaos-worshipping mortals.

But why had he instinctively shouted "For the Emperor"? He pondered this as he strode toward the last cultist in the trench.

The cultist stared at the giant before him, terror flooding his heart. He clutched a lasgun stolen from who knows where, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Moments ago, this giant had suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield, bellowed "For the Emperor," and stormed into their trench, slaughtering everyone in his path.

Their lasguns and automatic rifles were useless against him; no one could survive in his presence.

"Ah!" The cultist screamed, pulling the trigger of his lasgun. Beams of light struck the giant’s body.

The rays that could vaporize a mortal’s body did not leave so much as a scratch on the giant. The cultist was overcome with despair and began to regret his faith in that so-called supreme being.

He had just realized how laughable his belief was. That exalted entity had not protected any of them from the giant’s wrath.

The giant, unfazed by the lasgun’s fire, approached him. The cultist saw a blur, felt himself lifted and hurled into the air, unable to see any movement from the giant. The last thing he saw was the scorched earth outside the trench, darkened by the fires of war.

Wang Ming emerged from the trench, his back to the planetary defense forces’ position. He seemed to have forgotten that he wore nothing at all.

His bare backside gleamed in the natural light, leaving Sergeant Jon and the White Shields utterly stunned.

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