Dante looked at the message with a serious look.
In such a situation, who else would come to Baal to die
"Who are they?" Dante sent a message to the Astropathic Director.
After a while, the other party replied to him again.
"Not sure, I can only see the golden double eagle symbol. Tyran's interference is too strong to see clearly."
"What is the scale of the reinforcements?" Dante asked the most crucial question.
If one or two war groups come, I'm afraid the situation will not improve at all.
"My lord, I am not sure if what I saw was real. The scale of that fleet was huge, unimaginably large, even larger than the several holy expeditions you launched in the past. This is ridiculous, I am not sure if there is something wrong with my mind. How could the current Empire assemble such a terrifying fleet? The raging warp storm alone is already very severe, preventing most of the troops from gathering. How could such a large fleet appear?"
Dante frowned. The Director of Astral Language, Master Jaylen, had served the Blood Angels for many years and had never made a mistake.
"Are you sure you saw such a large-scale army?"
"Yes, sir, I have confirmed it several times. But I still remain skeptical. Perhaps it is a Chaos conspiracy. Given the current situation of the Empire, it is impossible for it to assemble such a large fleet. This is unreasonable."
"I'll be back immediately." Dante watched the receding tide of insects.
They left behind many corpses, some of which were huge, as big as hills.
Some are very small, only as big as a human head.
They come in a wide variety of types to suit any combat situation.
Tyron will continue to learn from failures and come up with new tactics.
For this reason, humans have repeatedly failed at the hands of Tyranids.
They don't have the terrifying learning ability that Tyrannosaurus has.
Some workers and mechanical priests walked out of the defense line. They needed to deal with the corpses as soon as possible.
Prevent the next wave of Zerg from using those corpses to cross human defenses.
Others cried as they disposed of the bodies of their family and friends.
Many people died and their bodies lay in the trenches, requiring special cleaning.
In such hot weather, the corpse will start to stink in just one day.
If not handled in time, there is a high possibility of a plague breaking out due to the corpses.
Further away on the battlefield, thick smoke rose up.
Some huge starship fragments fell on the wasteland, exploded, and formed thick black smoke.
The fighter planes were hunting the Zerg with their scarred bodies.
The artillery fire continued to roar until the Zerg were out of the killing range of the artillery fire.
The Tyranids suffered heavy casualties, and humanity also paid a heavy price.
To be honest, Dante saw no hope of victory.
They are fighting a battle they cannot win.
He returned to Castel Angel.
The bloodstained Holy Blood Guards walked through the corridor where the lumen lights flickered, passing by the women and children who had suffered so much.
They were terrified and uneasy, and could only hug their children tightly to seek a little comfort.
There were also some people who silently prayed to the emperor that the tragic fate would not befall them.
Angel Castle accommodates the elderly who are not fit to go to the battlefield and children under ten years old.
Dante always felt a tinge of pain when he saw those teenagers walking onto the battlefield with weapons taller than they were.
In this desperate age, people are also struggling in despair.
In the face of increasingly terrifying crises, human beings are becoming more and more crazy.
The Star Language Supervisor - Master Jaylen was waiting for him in the temporary Star Language Hall.
This place is not as magnificent as the former Star Language Fortress, but it is adequate.
A large number of machines were placed in the hall, and the tortured astropaths were still trying to send messages.
The skinny and hunched Star Language Supervisor, Master Jaylen, stood at the control panel of the Star Language Relay Station, holding a scepter made of polished solid wood.
It can be seen that the shadow of the warp has tortured him badly.
Just standing there made his face look painful.
"Jaylen." Dante walked over, stood in front of the other person, and spoke.
Jaylen raised his head, his eyes all white, looking in the direction where Dante's words came from, and smiled.
There are only a handful of astropaths who can retain their visual abilities, and Jay Chou is not one of the lucky ones.
But he doesn't hate anything because of it.
Perhaps this is another form of protection from the Emperor.
In these dark and desperate times, being unable to see the reality of suffering may be a blessing.
"Sir." Jaylen saluted Dante.
Dante looked around the makeshift Star Language Hall and what he saw made him sad.
He insisted that the Astropaths continue to send messages, despite the endless suffering that the Tyranids' existence brought to these poor gifted people.
But Dante still ordered them to send information without sleep in order to penetrate the shadow of the subspace.
These astropaths connected themselves to nutrient tubes and worked twenty-four hours a day just to complete Dante's mission.
They united as one, singing in the Warp at their best, conveying the plight of the Baal System.
The cost is terrible.
An Astropath was fighting against the shadows of the Warp, was driven mad, and was subsequently executed by the Sons of Sanguinius who were guarding nearby.
There is nothing that can be done about it.
Every astropath who cannot protect himself is a recipe for disaster.
Their unprotected spirits will pave the way for demonic invasion.
Killing them is the best option.
"This is the parsed information. That fleet is looking for Baal. The shadow of the subspace is blocking everything. They can't find the way and can't see Baal." Jaylen opened a data window that displayed some information about the subspace.
A fleet larger than Dante could have imagined sails through the Warp.
A divine power protected them and allowed them to sail through the storm.
However, the power of the Great Devourer should not be underestimated. Even the shadow formed by the Leviathan fleet can cover a large area of the warp.
In that chaotic dimension of nothingness, any tiny deviation would mean a deviation of several light years.
The fleet searched for a way, calling out to the shadows again and again, seeking coordinates and a way.
"This is Baal's hope. If we can get them through the shadows, then we have a chance to win." Dante looked at Master Jaylen and said.
Master Jaylen nodded. "Yes, as long as they can come, there will be hope for Baal. But they can't find Baal, just like a fleet in a storm can't find a port. They need a lamp. When they see the lamp, they will know Baal is there, and they can enter the real universe and appear near Baal accurately."
"Is there any way to provide them with coordinates?" Dante looked at Master Jaylen and asked.
Jaylen hesitated for a moment, but nodded.
"There is a way, but it is very dangerous. The Blood God's servants are watching us, but if we use them skillfully, we can also use them to achieve our goals."
Dante looked at Jaylen and his tone became serious.
"What is the solution?"
"Let the demons howl." Master Jaylen paused for a moment before continuing.
"The Astropaths have all been killed or injured. The Chorus can no longer pass through the shadow of the Warp, and it is impossible for them to provide the coordinates of Baal to the fleet. But the Unliving can. When they howl, strange waves will resonate and form alternative coordinates."
"All it takes is a lure, a soul glowing in the Warp, and the Unliving will gather like fish, and they will be observed."
Dante's sadness reappeared under the mask of Sanguinius.
Perhaps it was Sanguinius's kindness that was passed down through his bloodline to every one of his descendants.
He knew what Jaylen wanted to do.
"When the time comes, you have to kill me, sir. Otherwise, those monsters will follow my soul, occupy my body, and then enter the real universe."
Master Jaylen stared at Dante, but he quickly looked away.
His tone was very calm, as if what he was facing was not death or the end, but eating something and taking a walk.
"I will," Dante said.
"Thank you." Jaylen nodded in respect.
He walked towards his psychic seat.
Two mechanical priests in red robes had already debugged the equipment for him.
Obviously, this was a solution he had come up with early on.
However, he had to seek permission from Lord Dante before he could do so.
The psionic amplifier was humming.
The interface between the feed tube and the nerve shunt has also been cleaned.
Jay Chou lay down and set the sensor cushion to the most suitable angle.
"Perhaps I should help you, Master Jaylen." Another astropath with tears of blood in his eyes stretched out his hand to feel in the air. His soul had been damaged, and even the light of the soul could hardly see.
"No, Gino, you have to survive. One bait is enough."
Jaylen let the mechanical priests fiddle with his withered body.
Plug those splitters and plugs into the interfaces.
"I can still help. Open the psychic damper. I can help you." Gino said with tears of blood. "Don't do this, Master Jie Lun. You will die."
"Everyone will die, sooner or later, but they will all die eventually. You are now able to stand on your own, Jino." Jeroen said, "The Blood Angels need an astropath alive. If I fail, they can try other methods to provide coordinates for the Imperial fleet."
The last cable was connected into Master Jay's body.
He looked at Dante and Gino, the servants who served him, and the Mechanical Priest.
"Goodbye, everyone. May the light of Sanguinius always protect you."
Jay Chou pressed the start button, and the force field protected him, isolating him from any interference from the outside world.
The voices of others also disappeared.
When traveling in the Warp, these additional mechanisms are necessary to overcome the Red Scars and resist the harmful effects of the Warp's shadows.
The booster arrays of these relays can increase the user's power and soul strength in the warp, and can also provide a certain amount of protection for the astropath.
Jaylen doesn't expect these things to protect him.
He only hoped that these machines would improve his chances.
Allow him to guide that fleet through the shadows of the Warp and aid the Sons of Sanguinius in achieving this victory.
He knew very well what fate awaited him.
Jaylen has served the Blood Angels for many years.
I am already familiar with the subspace.
The High Heaven opened its heart to him.
Hell awaits him.
The subspace has become extremely terrifying now.
The shadows created a deathly silence, and even demons found it difficult to move in the shadows.
For humans, it is extremely depressing.
As long as you enter the shadow, you will feel pain.
Jaylen released his protection in the subspace.
Let your soul become bright in the subspace.
At this moment, he was like a bait that cut his wrist to attract sharks.
"Come on, devour me." Jaylen muttered in his heart, "Despicable Unliving One."
Only by attracting those lifeless ones can we have a chance to create waves that will attract the attention of the Imperial Fleet.
After removing the protection, Jay Chou felt as if his soul was being cut by a knife, which was very painful.
Those horrible things were eating away at his soul.
Unholy voices cry out Chaos' thirst for human blood and souls.
The death screams of the world wash over the fabric of reality.
Those things that died at the beginning of mankind took shape in the warp and turned into abominable monsters.
The monsters saw Jaylen and were attracted by his soul.
They swam toward him from everywhere.
There was a shrill scream and a hungry roar.
Death, fear, screams.
They sound like wild beasts, mad beasts.
They couldn't wait to tear apart that glowing soul.
Countless crazy fragments flashed through Jay Chou's cognition.
The distorted storm blew the information in the disordered space and time into countless fragments, shredding them and making them unexplorable.
In the warp, only fear and death are real.
These two are the driving forces of chaos.
Soon, the first evil being grabbed Jaylen like a hunter grabbing his prey.
Jaylen let out a shrill scream and used all his strength to resist the other party.
Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.
Endless.
Even the obstruction of the Warp Shadow cannot stop their hunting.
They overwhelmed Jaylen.
The Star Tongue Master cried out in agony.
He should escape so he could survive.
But he did not give up, nor did he run away.
With the fluctuations caused by the gathering of the lifeless ones, Jaylen could feel a pure existence approaching him.
A divine presence.
A divine power is surging.
Perhaps it was a blessed Star Language Choir, or perhaps it was some powerful force of faith.
The light illuminates the shadows.
Not as good as the Astronomican, but just as pure.
The monsters howled and fled from the area illuminated by the light.
Just a little bit more.
Almost locked on to his position.
Jaylen was in pain, his soul was shattered, but he still removed his last defense.
The demon devoured his core, delivering a fatal blow like a cheetah biting out the throat of its prey.
That light also shone on his broken soul.
"Thank God we found you."
A voice rang out.
Jaylen was unable to respond in his dying moments, and he let out one last scream.
The devil entered his body through his soul.
In the real universe, Jaylen started howling from the moment he entered the subspace.
These sounds reached a climax with the words "He is coming." and then stopped abruptly.
Jay Chou lay in the Star Talk machine like mud.
The priests shut down the force field.
Dante looked at the dead Jaylen sadly.
After a moment, Jaylen opened his eyes again, his teeth became sharp, and his face was crawling, reshaping his appearance.
Bone spurs stick out of the body.
Jaws clicked, eyeballs moved in their sockets, white turned to pure black or blood red, and kept changing, more than one demon was fighting for the body of the deceased.
"May you rest in peace." Dante drew out a dagger and stabbed it into Jaylen's throat, reciting poems of the Emperor and Sanguinius, granting him peace.
"Did he succeed?" asked a Holy Blood Guard nearby.
"We'll know soon enough." Dante retracted his dagger and watched Jaylen's body regain its composure.
"Continue to observe the subspace." Dante left this sentence and turned to walk out. "If we can get help, maybe we can hold on long enough and have a chance of winning."
The pain and anger on Dante's face were real.
Many have been sacrificed to protect Baal.
But he didn't know how many more sacrifices he would have to make to end this war.
I hope that the support troops are really as powerful as Master Jaylen said.
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Kabanda was roaring.
His troops traveled between the two worlds.
The mysterious gears that created the world rushed past him.
Within those nonexistent machines, the inner secrets of the universe were revealed to these servants of the Blood God.
The daemons of Tzeentch would curse Ka'bandar with a dozen eternities for what he had seen.
Kokabanda didn't care about knowledge; those mysterious things were of no value to him.
The infinite mysteries of the universe revolve and emerge before those who do not know how to appreciate them.
Mephiston's sniping had some effect, the gate was twisted and the passage became unstable.
Kabanda was sent to Batavia.
When he appeared in the real universe, the chaotic energy spread across the sky as unstoppably as burning plutonium.
The power of the subspace supports Kabanda, allowing him to move freely in reality.
Of course, this is not without cost.
He must commit enough kills for his master in order to stay in the real world, otherwise he will be kicked back to the subspace.
This is the iron law of reality and the subspace
The laws of physics deny the existence of demons.
Everything in reality will find a way to expel the devil.
They are not welcome.
If Kabanda wants to be active in reality, he must make an exchange and offer enough killings to his master.
An unprecedented war has begun.
The sky is burning.
The demons turned into meteorites and fell to the earth.
Each strike landed among the insect swarm, setting off waves of terrifying impacts.
Kabanda's troops fell into the insect tide.
The moment the demons appeared, the Zerg regarded them as one of their hunting targets.
A worm-holy creature Titan fired directly at Kabanda and tried to use the parasite in its hand to execute Kabanda and his minions.
Kabanda roared in response, hungry for more battle and blood.
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As a satellite of Baal, the battle on Baal I is even more intense than on Baal itself.
In front of the defense line of Furious Alert Fort, a large number of Zerg creatures fell on the barren plains.
The defensive artillery was still roaring, and the ground was shaken by both the swarm and the artillery fire.
The dust inside the fortress fell down.
Countless Tyranids launched the charge one after another.
They have no fear at all, the hive mind controls them.
In order to break the angels' defenses, Tyranid used biological cannons and the Bug Saint Titan.
They attacked under the crazy firepower of humans.
The Zerg built biological towers that reached into the clouds near the battlefield.
Made of black chitin, they are connected to biological motherships in outer space like straws.
Those biological towers are actually transmission pipelines.
The Zerg will devour everything, including oxygen, water, and anything organic or that can be digested with their powerful gastric juices.
Looking out from the inside of the guard fortress, there were countless monsters perched on the void shield.
The swarm of insects stretched from the fortress to the horizon. Looking up, it was a dark mass that seemed to have no end in sight.
Yor, the Lord of the Blood Knights, howled several times like a wild beast.
He led his guard through a group of Gaunts and killed them all, leaving their bodies in pieces at their feet.
"Retreat to the fortress." Yoel shouted to his soldiers.
Most people obeyed the order silently, but two warriors ignored his order, broke away from the team and rushed towards Terran.
"Traitors, you will be punished."
"No mercy, traitors."
The two warriors shouted and rushed towards the insect swarm.
The Black Rage eventually brought them to their knees.
Endless hallucinations washed over their minds, making him think he was back at the time of the Siege of Terra.
Joel became even angrier.
He brought down a gargoyle, broke its limbs, and then pulled its head out alive.
Watching the two out-of-control warriors disappear in the insect swarm, Yor could only wish them well and hope they could return to the arms of Sanguinius.
Of course, Joel had little hope for this.
They are a cursed Chapter.
Many years ago, they were declared traitors by the Imperial High Lords.
The Blood Knights have always denied the accusation.
But they could not explain the indiscriminate massacres of both the enemy and our side in many battles, and for this they could only bear the label of traitors.
But they have always been loyal, but they are easily dominated by Black Fury.
Disdained by the empire, they could only perform their duties silently and fight alone in the darkness.
They would intervene when the war was lost and quietly leave when it was over.
Jor does not deny the crimes of their chapter.
To suppress the Black Rage, they used the blood of innocents to slake their thirst.
This happened not just once, but many times, and it even became institutionalized.
Joel didn't know whether the Holy Father would accept such a Blood Knight.
He didn't know the answer.
Joel and others retreated to the fortress.
The Blood Knights used their bolters to clear a path.
The rhythmic sound of hammering accompanied by the rain of spent shells at feet formed a song of destruction.
It is a measure of the Space Marines' discipline.
Each monster was blown to pieces by the bomb, and its incomplete corpses were scattered on the ground, trampled by their steel boots, turning into disgusting mud.
The empty magazine ejected from the smoking chamber, and a new magazine was quickly put into place, ready for the next attack.
Joel looked up at the sky and saw a new wave of spore sacs falling like raindrops, so dense that they blocked out all light.
All the troops were retreating towards the guard fortress and continuing to fight with the help of void shields.
The Blood Knights are the last batch, and they have to stop the Zerg from hunting down other troops and avoid a total collapse and rout.
A desperate cry was heard.
Yoel looked in the direction of the voice.
A lone guard was shooting a lasgun at the Tyranid creature chasing him.
His companions had died in the battle.
He was the only one still struggling to survive.
He is very brave.
Even in the depths of despair, one is still trying hard to survive.
Without any hesitation, Joel raised his gun and shot at the monsters. The chainsaw sword in his hand also spun at high speed, making a humming sound.
Several monsters were smashed to pieces by explosive bombs, and one had its head chopped off by his chainsword.
The guard showed a hint of gratitude and turned and ran towards the fortress.
The Blood Knights fought and retreated at the same time.
The heavy door closed after they entered.
Those roaring Zergs were also blocked outside.
Inside the fort, people were running around, and some officers were trying to maintain their troops and lead them to their designated locations.
Joel suppressed his anger and used the elevator to reach the highest point of the Fortress of Warning.
A large number of machines are humming, and all the data is gathered here for them to process.
Joel glanced at the screen for a few seconds and then looked away.
Tyron's devouring of Baal has begun.
The air was thinning as it flowed toward the towering spires of the creatures, the final stages of the engulfment being underway.
Soon, the air will be consumed and fighter planes that use air as power will not be able to take off.
Looking out from the top of the fortress, you can clearly see the end of the world.
The devouring ship with huge tentacles and mouthparts fell from the sky, piercing its roots into the ground and devouring all organic matter.
Digestive tanks are scattered across the surface like bright gems.
The forests were devoured, and the beasts that lived in the desert were killed, thrown into digestion pools to dissolve, and then sucked through tubes into ships suspended in the outer sky.
The whole world is being eaten alive.
"We can't hold this place anymore," said Seth, the Flesh Tearers' leader who arrived earlier than Bijol. "I've ordered the void ships to be ready. We're going to retreat to Baal, where the final battle will take place."
Joel nodded and did not refute.
He knew Seth was right.
The air is growing thinner.
Now is the last chance to evacuate Baal I.
At this moment, a huge vibration came from outside.
Everyone looked out the window and saw the sky on fire.
Outside the purple light shield of the void shield, meteors are falling at high speed.
The sky was on fire.
The devil's breath flows, distorting reality.
Kabanda appeared in the insect swarm, and his roar made everyone feel deafening pain.
The frenzied Tyranid hive fell into panic.
Many Zerg were torn into pieces by the falling demons in the first wave of attack, and the Zerg suffered heavy casualties for a while.
Many others were burned by the blood and fire of the subspace and let out shrill screams.
Soon, the Tyranid Hive reorganized its forces.
They attacked the guard fortress and the demons at the same time.
"Devil." Joel roared. His suppressed anger almost got out of control the moment he saw the devil.
Kabanda did not get his prize.
This is not Baal Prime, but Baal I.
There were enough Sons of Sanguinius gathered there to allow them to descend upon Baal.
He will cause those Sons of Sanguinius to spiral out of control and embrace the Blood God.
But he was still very excited, and his desire to fight exceeded his desire to conquer warriors.
The ground was shaking, the rock formations were cracking, and gullies appeared on the surface.
The skulls of all the creatures that died on the battlefield were attracted here and piled up into a huge mausoleum.
The demons were fighting excitedly, and they didn't care even if they were Zerg.
The Blood God needs war.
It doesn't matter who the opponent is.
As long as the war is brutal enough and the fighting is crazy enough, she will be happy.
Swarms of demons turned into meteorites and fell.
They launched an attack towards the Zerg.
A large-scale massacre began.
Kabanda cheered for the slaughter, and the deafening roar resounded throughout the world.
The son of Sanguinius fell into a dark rage.
Seth tried hard to suppress his endless anger.
Rationality could collapse at any time, and we must leave here as soon as possible.
The sound of a transport plane came to his ears.
They are coming.
"Sir, please board the ship as soon as possible. The war in the void is very bad, and the Zerg are about to seize control of the sky realm." The driver said in the communication.
"Let your men board the ship and we will evacuate Bawei Yi." Seth wanted to help Joel.
But Joel raised his head and looked at Seth. His eyes had turned red and his fangs had become terrifying, like a real vampire.
"I can't leave, Seth. The Blood Knights are finished. Kabanda's arrival heralds our destruction. We have been controlled by the Black Rage. If I survive, I will only become an eternally hungry monster. This is the end of the Blood Knights' battle journey. I want to die as a warrior, not a monster."
"It shouldn't be like this," Seth said sadly, "Perhaps the relics of Sanguinius can help you, and the Blood Knights can continue."
"No, it's too late now. The Blood Knights should have been destroyed several years ago. We chose the wrong path. At that time, many brothers were controlled by the Black Rage, and we tried to suppress the Black Rage with blood thirst. For a long time, we relied on the blood of innocent people to save ourselves. Countless times, we told ourselves that it was right to do so. We fought for a greater cause. It is worth sacrificing a few lives so that the majority of lives can have a future. Even if we are declared traitors by the Empire, we have no regrets. We firmly believe that we are loyal."
Joel looked at Seth, the last bit of rationality disappearing from his red eyes.
"But what is wrong is wrong. We succumbed to the bloodthirst. The blood has cursed us. The Blood Knights have become monsters. Returning to Baal will only bring more terrible things. Seth, the Blood Knights will buy you time. Leave here and return to Baal to fight with Dante there."
"Tell Dante, and all the Chapters that are prejudiced against us, that if they can survive this battle, do not make the same mistake we made. The demons want us to surrender, to hand us over as slaves to their masters, but they will not succeed. The Blood Knights will fight to the end, and though we fall into eternal rage, we will never fall into their trap. Goodness still flows in the heart of every Son of Sanguinius, and that is the noble quality of our Holy Father."
"Sir, the void defense line has been breached, we need to act as soon as possible." The pilot's voice came again.
Seth shook his head, then turned and walked towards the drop platform.
He used communications to order all troops to retreat.
With a low growl, Yoel turned and walked out of the tower.
The other fighters followed closely behind.
They climbed out of the fortress and walked towards the battlefield.
Some mortals also stayed.
Death was commonplace in this battle.
Even if we evacuate, our chances of survival won't be great.
They chose to buy time for Seth and others.
Some of the soldiers who remained sober chose to leave and go to the battlefield where they were more needed.
Yoel led the warriors, who were already in chaos and could no longer maintain their self-control, into that brutal hellscape.
The fight between Tyranids and demons was fierce.
The hive mind drives countless Tyranid creatures towards the unliving, while devouring the entire world.
Those huge bone and flesh buildings devoured all the resources of the planet, turning it into a rocky planet with no grass.
The demons enjoyed the slaughter, and the influence of the warp continued to grow.
The ground was cracking, and boiling magma rolled out, as red as blood, devouring all the Zerg buildings.
Countless skulls were piled up on the plain, and one Jingguan after another was formed under the devil's butcher knife.
The Blood Knights, like the other Sons of Sanguinius who had lost control, were no longer able to execute any tactics.
Joel also succumbed to his own black rage.
The scene of Sanguinius' death was replayed again and again, making him more and more crazy.
Traitors must die, all traitors must die.
Those enemies of humanity deserve to die.
Joel gave up thinking and let the rage overwhelm him.
In a mad way, he slaughtered through the Tyranids and demons, beheading every demon and Tyranid that dared to stand in his way.
He rushed to Kabanda and roared angrily.
"Fight me, Kabanda."
After killing a Zerg Saint Titan, Kabanda looked at Yoel and a smile appeared on his red face.
He spread his scarlet wings, raised the weapon in his hand, and declared his power to the battlefield.
"A lovely little angel, Jor. I will fight you, even though you are not a Primarch."
Kabanda raised his weapon and assumed a fighting stance.
His whip twitched back and forth in a hypnotic swing.
The demon's whispers rang in Yoel's ears.
A bloody, violent voice beckoned Joel to succumb to rage and fight in endless anger until eternity.
"No, in the name of my Holy Father, I will never surrender. Our anger is different, Kabanda, your anger is for destruction, and my anger is for protection." Yoel roared, he raised his weapon and rushed towards the Angel of Disaster.
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Void.
The angels' ships came under unimaginable attack.
They attacked from all sides.
A large group of biological ships surrounded the imperial ships, like a mountain river surrounding a boulder, rushing towards it violently, trying to drag it into the turbulent river and crush it.
The Imperial fleet was insufficient in number to stop the Zerg tide.
They can only form a solitary nail.
Trying every possible means to slow down the Zerg fleet.
Share the pressure on ground forces.
The fleet was divided into small teams as much as possible, and they moved in and out of the swarm quickly like sharp swords.
This tactic was very effective, and their rapid attack and retreat resulted in many good kills.
However, the number of insects was too terrifying.
The blade of the sword curled up and the edge became blunt.
They are becoming increasingly powerless.
One after another, Imperial ships were lost in the countless insect swarms.
The light of the explosion flickered like stars.
Deep space mines, torpedoes, and missile silos were all triggered.
The weapon platform burned in the void, and the broken wreckage shattered into pieces.
The metal wreckage flew into deep space under the inertia of the explosion.
The war in the Sky Realm is heading towards failure.
The Son of Sanguinius was about to fail.
The captain of the Angel's Glory, Frodak, walked towards the bridge one by one.
His armor was badly damaged, and the cables inside were exposed.
The bolter had also been lost.
All he had in his hand was a chainsword.
Behind him were the corpses of his battle-brothers and the Zerg creatures that had invaded the interior of the battleship.
It filled the entire corridor.
The time has come for the history of the Angel's Glory Regiment to come to an end.
it's all over.
He had brought with him his last five companies, four hundred and fifty fighters, and now two-thirds of them were dead.
The remaining third is on the verge of rage and about to lose control.
In addition to these, there are two Dreadnoughts and more than twenty recruits in the Home Monastery.
But that number of people is not enough to rebuild the Glory of Angels.
Frodak knew very well that after this battle, the Angel's Glory Regiment would be expelled.
"Sir." The captain delivered the message, "We have been targeted by the Tyranids. There are hundreds of biological ships hunting us."
"Take them away from Baal, and lead those beasts to dance in the dark void." Forodak said with a smile, "We are the sons of the proud Sanguinius, and we will fight to the last moment."
"Understood." The captain withdrew his gaze from the limping Frodak and ordered the battleship to turn around, taking the Tyranid creatures that were chasing the Eternal Essence to other places.
Frodak made a final prayer for his fate.
The boarding warning sounded, and Tyranid launched another boarding battle.
He dragged his body, which had not yet been treated, and prepared to rush to the invasion site to continue fighting.
"For the glory of Sanguinius," cried Forodak.
The other warriors raised their weapons in response.
At this time, a voice sounded in all communications and continued to repeat.
"In the name of the Holy Emperor and the Regent, this is the Fifth Battle Group of the Indomitable Crusade. We have been ordered to come to Baal for support. I am Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists and head of the Fifth Battle Group, Vladimir."
"Now, in the name of the commander of the Fifth Battle Group, I order all Imperial ships to stay away from the Zerg. An extermination strike is about to be launched. I repeat, all Imperial ships to stay away from the Zerg. An extermination strike is about to be launched."
The sudden sound shocked everyone.
Many captains looked confused.
I didn't understand the meaning of this command.
It was not until they saw those huge ships that were as magnificent as satellites appear in the outer space of the Baal galaxy, and the flickering lights illuminated the endless void, that they finally understood why the other party wanted them to stay away from the Zerg.
Many captains panicked and directed the power room to send all the power into the engines, speeding up their escape from the battlefield to avoid being affected by the impending extinction-style attack.