Chapter 22: Khorne boards the ship!

“Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!”

“WAAAAAAAAGH!”

Vox channels overflowed with mindless war cries.

Orks hesitated a split second—then charged the Chaos fleet.

Both sides slammed together in a friendly game of bumper cars.

Below the brawl, Chen Xing herded 28 refugee-packed transports—accelerating escape.

[Host, scatter the convoy now! Otherwise you’ll be the main target—like a sheepdog in crossfire.]

System light-ball gulped nonexistent saliva.

Selfish advice: disperse, and Chen Xing avoids focus.

Alternative: ditch fleet, emergency warp jump.

“All ships,” Chen Xing broadcast. “Scatter immediately. Every ship that escapes counts. I’ll buy time!”

Her heart bled.

My bio-mass—escaping!

But if not claimed by Chaos or Orks—she could hunt stragglers later.

Wear Bloodied Blade transponder—pin it on Balevi.

“Thank you. Good luck, trader.”

A Navy officer saluted.

“Don’t die. Next round’s on me.”

Captain raised bottle.

In seconds—orderly fleet dissolved into chaos.

Chen Xing stared at tac-table, stunned.

That fast?

Per plan, her hull blocked transports from the friendly Chaos-Ork demolition derby.

The Murder-class fired payload—8 boarding torpedoes stuffed with cultists and Chaos Marines.

Torpedoes incoming.

Chen Xing held fire.

Firing acid, spores, bio-plasma? Instant reveal.

BOOM! CLANG!

Torpedoes pierced psychic disguise, slammed chitin.

Plasma cutters sparked—hull breached.

“Blood for—wait, what?”

Khorne Berserker stared at pulsing flesh-walls and chitin ribs.

Wrong ship?

Cultists behind—equally baffled.

Serious question: Can you still offer skulls here?

“KILL ANYWAY!”

Red power-armored Berserker roared, splashed through mucus, charged deeper.

Cultists followed with melee weapons.

They stormed an oval hall—many passages.

Lead Berserker halted.

Armor screamed.

Chainsword axe revved—blood and meat on teeth.

He glared at the massive shadow emerging.

ROOOAR—!

Hive Tyrant—8 meters tall.

Twin scything talons, lash whip, bone sword—all wrapped in red disruptor fields.

“Blood for the Blood God!”

Berserker charged.

Khorne’s blessing surged—once Emperor’s angel, now murder incarnate.

“HYAA!”

CLANG!

Bone sword parried chain-axe.

Berserker roared—furious.

Tyrant displayed master swordplay—parried, riposted, kicked him flying.

“I am Eleanor, First Knight under Honored Lord!”

Voice: girlish, High Gothic.

“Your skull—offered to my Lord!”

Tyrant advanced—nimble despite size.

Three steps—loomed over Berserker.

Chestplate caved; one heart ruined.

Still stood—helm eyes blazing redder.

“Blood for—”

“Futile.”

CLACK!

Bone sword sent chain-axe flying.

Berserker staggered—lash whip snared ankle.

YANK—face-planted.

Struggled, drew combat knife—stabbed tyrant’s thigh mid-drag.

Tyrant shrieked.

Scything talons impaled—left and right collarbones.

Berserker dangled, roaring nonsense.

Furious—dying furious!

Tyrant grinned—dagger teeth.

Slowly tore—power armor cracked.

RIIIP.

Berserker: halved.

Waaargh—!

Blood-soaked tyrant raised corpse in victory.

Cultists: courage gone.

Khorne’s blessing—severed by Warp Shadow.

Squeak-squeak!

Passages rustled.

Thousands of Tyranids poured in.

Termagants hosed fleshborers.

Hormagaunts and rippers carved through.

Warriors cracked whips—snap-snap.

Elite cultists: wiped in minutes.

Chen Xing: satisfied.

Eleanor’s domination—impressive.

Mass tyrants = Chaos-proof.

But bio-mass hogs.

Plan scrapped.

Other boarders: purged.

All to digestion pools—hand-in-hand into slurry.

Free delivery—delicious~