The Shame of the Thirteenth Legion

"The Ultramarines don't need trash." When Kalta Sips woke up from the training chamber, all he remembered was a number: the worst tactical soldier in the 3rd Company of the 7th Battalion. Ranked last in the assessment. The only negative score for the whole company in the simulated battle. Even the gene seeds have been questioned as to whether they are suitable for continued service. In a chapter that thrives on glory, he was a glaring stain—until the Orc invasion. When the tide of greenskins tore through the defense line, and when the battle brothers fell one by one, Kalta raised his blaster and did something no one could have imagined: He didn't rush to die. He turned and ran. Artillery fire followed behind, and the communication channel was full of curses. But there was only one thought in his mind: three hundred meters ahead on the left, the ammunition depot, the third fire door, which can last for seventy-two hours—— The next second, a cannonball landed at his feet. When the smoke cleared, Karta crawled out of the rubble. Half of the body is missing, but alive. A living shame. Then he heard the voice: "The host has been detected - the 3rd Company of the 7th Battalion of the Ultramarines, Kalta Sipus." "War auxiliary system, activate." "Warm reminder: Your current survival probability is 97% lower than that of the previous host." Kalta was silent for three seconds and looked up at the greenskin army that was killing the war group. "The system," he said, "find a way for me to survive." "Forget it." "Charge into the orcs and blow yourself up." … "Just kidding." *"The system detects that the host's emotional value is too low——" "Need to hear a joke?"