Like a sharp blade, a gap suddenly appeared on the surface of the physical universe.
Amber light overflowed from the rifts in the Warp.
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Impacting all people's perceptions.
The dark void was illuminated.
The sharp blade that cut through space poked its head out along the channel it created.
However, it was not a knife.
Instead, it was a massive monster built in the Warp and made of solid gold and marble.
A majestic eagle with flapping wings forms its bow, while its hull is inlaid with a huge city of statues and temples.
Every captain who saw this giant ship was stunned.
They certainly recognized the ship.
The Glorious Queen-class battleship - Macragge's Glory.
A flagship belonging to the Thirteen Primarchs.
It leapt into the battlefield, piercing a swarm of insects like a sword.
Following closely behind were countless unimaginable magnificent warships.
The most dazzling among them are the oval-shaped celestial-class battleships.
They are so massive that just coming out of the warp creates a huge burden on realspace.
They are like moving worlds.
Made of steel and marble.
Powered by a core as bright as a star.
Each one dwarfs giant ships like the Phalanx and the Stone Fortress.
Witnessing such a magnificent fleet, every Son of Sanguinius was in a state of astonishment.
Once upon a time, the human empire possessed such a terrifying fleet.
They had incredible expressions on their faces, staring in amazement at this magnificent fleet entering the battlefield.
The size of the fleet is so huge.
Even the Tyranids, who excel at overwhelming their enemies with numbers, are not up to par.
Following the first beam fired by Macragge's Glory, the fleet launched an attack in unison.
Rays of brilliant light appeared in the void.
In an instant, it crossed the endless void, illuminating the infinite darkness and forcing them to give way to the light.
The biological ships shattered or were directly vaporized in silent wails.
Each beam is so massive that it destroys everything in its path.
Whether it was the wreckage of the starship or the biological ships covered with heavy biological armor, they were all ruthlessly destroyed in the horrific attack.
There are no exceptions.
The terrifying swarm of insects was cut through like butter by a hot knife.
The Librarians felt the pain of the Warp's shadows, and the Hive Mind was howling in agony.
Dense lights lit up among the Zerg biological fleet.
That was the call of death.
Neutron star bullets accelerated to the speed of light were fired from those magnificent warships, turning all biological ships along the way into dust.
This is a new type of weapon made of strong interaction materials.
By using the force field tentacles to launch, it is possible to reach the speed of light within a very short distance.
This new weapon embodies the most advanced technology of mankind.
But its means of attack is very primitive, that is, collision.
Like steel hitting tofu, the biological ship was shattered into pieces.
The Zerg fleet tried its best to reverse the direction of the attack and tried to meet the new enemy.
But they can no longer do that.
Soon, even escape would become a luxury for the Zerg fleet.
Except for those terrifying neutron star live ammunition.
The terrifying star-destroying beams were fired more frequently, and strong rays of light penetrated the Zerg fleets, vaporizing and clearing them out.
No matter how large their numbers were, they were easily crushed like ants in front of the Empire's terrifying fleet.
The hive mind was weakened by the mass death of bio-ships.
Before the Hive Mind could find a way to resolve this crazy reversal of situation.
In the warp, the shadows formed by the hive mind also came under attack.
Among the accompanying imperial ships were those of the state religion.
Countless followers of the state religion are singing praises to the Emperor.
The lighthouse device installed on it gathers together and amplifies the power of believers.
Such a terrifying power of faith condensed in the subspace, bombarding the huge subspace shadow.
Of course there is no way to directly eliminate the subspace shadow.
Both sides can be attacked at the same time.
The hive mind was caught in a state of confusion and fell into chaos.
Maintaining normal levels would result in heavy casualties.
Not to mention the situation that was in chaos.
The massacre by the Imperial fleet seemed even more crazy.
Batches of biological ships were crushed and harvested as quickly as weeds under a sharp sickle.
Any response from the Zerg fleet was useless.
The terrifying firepower forced them into a desperate situation.
Those horrific weapons turned them into charred pieces that were slowly torn apart in the void.
The sons of Sanguinius looked at the Zerg fleets that had almost driven them into despair, and they immediately began to doubt their lives.
How come the Zerg fleet suddenly became so weak
It was destroyed in an instant by the sudden appearance of the Imperial fleet.
Those Zerg biological ships were crushed so easily without any suspense.
It's like a dream.
The speed is so fast that it seems unbelievable.
Standing on the bridge, Captain Fudalock of the Angel's Glory looked at the battlefield in the void and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Is it over like this?
Isn't this a dream
"Sir, the Zerg fleet is fleeing. Should we pursue them?" The captain looked at Fudalock and said.
Fudalock's mind was suddenly confused.
Just now, the enemy was chasing us and we were about to die together, but now they are chasing us and beating us?
"Chase them." Fudalock suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and responded to his captain.
"clear."
The remaining small ships of the Zerg fleet fled in all directions.
The Sons of Sanguinius came to their senses and ordered their crews to join the team to destroy the remaining Zerg ships.
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The main star of Bawei.
"Give up on him, he's already dead." The Blood Angels' chaplain, Odamiel, pushed Tiers away. "Go, kid, run, run towards the Angel Castle, you will survive."
Tiles looked at his father kneeling on the ground, his face revealing pain and reluctance.
"Listen to him, kid." Yugi said with his last strength, a smile on his suffering face.
A sharp thorn pierced his heart and lungs.
He could feel his vitality slowly fading away.
He can't survive.
But Yugi wasn't too sad.
This life full of suffering is finally coming to an end.
Yugi did not expect the Emperor to embrace him.
His life was ordinary, plain and unknown.
Tortured by worldly sufferings and hurt by life's setbacks.
Ordinary people like him are as countless as the stars in the sky.
His wife died in his arms, and he was powerless to do anything.
As a father, he places his hopes on his children.
When everything is broken, he will only vent his dissatisfaction with life's journey to his children.
Forgive me, Tirs, and forgive your cowardly father.
Forgive me, my love, and forgive your incompetent husband.
Forgive me, Holy Emperor, for the sin of a humble soul who has vented all its suffering and dissatisfaction on you.
The poison spread and Yugi fell down.
He fell into endless darkness.
The soul is released from the body and enters the world of nothingness.
That is the final destination of all the dead.
In that world, he heard the evil roar and saw the surging malice.
From the blood-red and ugly ocean came the laughter of crazy gods and their terrifying roars.
Those evil beings attacked from all directions like a pack of hungry wolves.
They roared and screamed, trying to devour the coward's soul.
However, a flash of golden light enveloped Yugi.
His consciousness merged with the light, and countless voices rang in his ears, as if countless souls were welcoming him.
Everything has come to an end.
The Emperor never cared
The demons roared as they watched the disappearing light; they hated that existence.
Again, again, their food was taken away.
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Tiles fled from his father's body in tears, stumbling through the hellish landscape.
The heavy, exhausted body resisted his commands.
He moved at a slow pace through the gaps between the advancing tanks.
Various red and black chariots rumbled by.
They are very large.
Tils had to be very careful.
Those tanks were focused on the enemy, and any mortal who accidentally got in their way would be crushed to pieces.
The enemy increased the intensity of the bombardment.
When the ball of liquid hits the ground, it turns into an exploding fire.
Chemical fire filled a large area of the killing zone outside the Angel Castle void shield.
Spore sacs fell from the sky, bombarding the surface like meteorites.
The tanks rumbled through those areas, rushing towards the mad swarms of Tyranids.
Tils saw a ball of flesh with tentacles fall from the sky and explode near a tank.
The armored shield was splashed with corrosive liquid, making a sizzling sound.
Tiles panicked, he squeezed his body and tried to run.
He had to survive, no matter what the reason was, at least he had to try and find a way to survive.
His damaged brain recalled some of his memories as a brave young man, allowing some strength to surge through his body.
Tiles ran to a wall of violet void shields.
The wall was curved and looked like a soap bubble, but it was very strong and could block any violence.
Tiles gritted his teeth and passed through the void shield.
That's not a pleasant behavior.
The violent energy obscured his body.
The great pain tore his soul apart.
It was as if he had given up a part of himself in order to survive.
A wall made of concrete and steel bars appeared in front of him.
Plasteel shields protected the heavy bolters and lascannons that protruded from the walls.
And in the narrow slit-like gun port, the fully armed Space Marine stood.
Their missile launchers and plasma cannons unleash torrents of fire on their enemies.
Tiles walked towards a small door, and the other mortals who had retreated followed him.
Safety was near, but the terror of the night was not over yet.
A terrible howl tore through the darkness, this time coming from the front.
The deafening scream of multiple jet engines drowned out all other noise.
The Space Marines in black armor leapt down from the high wall, their jump packs gleaming in the darkness.
They shouted incoherently as they fell to the ground.
The movements are crazy and look like a wild animal.
Some black-armored warriors bypassed mortals like Tirs.
But one of them raised an axe flashing with arcs of electricity to the mortals.
"Death to the traitor, death to Horus." The warrior shouted madly.
There was a huge collision between metal and metal, and the angels' weapons collided with each other with a loud explosion.
An angelic priest braced the axe with his winged skull scepter, and the two weapons sparked with anger as they made contact.
"The enemy is on the front lines, not here. They are innocent civilians suffering because of the treachery of traitors. Let them pass, let them pass."
The priest's words restored some sanity to the black-armored warriors, and they ran and shouted forward.
Several red-armored Space Marines emerged from within, helping the frightened mortals into the walls.
"You are safe, people of Baal, you survived," said a warrior.
Tiles showed no excitement, and neither did the other Baal people.
They lost too much.
In other words, they have nothing left.
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The Death Company rushed onto the battlefield like wild beasts, leaping over the tanks and rushing towards the Tyranids with savage fury.
This was their final glory.
"Come on, traitor, come to Casso, come and fight me, and meet your death."
A death dreadnought mecha painted black took heavy steps and roared loudly through a loudspeaker.
"Come to your doom, damned dog of Chaos, come to feel the wrath of the Angels, bastards of Angron, perfidious Sons of Horus, come forth. Whether you scream or remain silent, Kaso shall throw your heart at the feet of Saint Giles. The walls of the Imperial Palace shall still stand, the Eternal Gate shall never be opened to you, and the spines of your corpses shall be crushed before the Emperor's throne."
The Blood Angels' chaplain, Odamiel, looked with sadness at the mad metal sarcophagus rushing towards the Tyranid creature not far away.
He recognized the owner of the Dreadnought, Casso.
Kasuo was once one of the finest warriors in the Blood Angels Chapter.
Even after being buried in the sarcophagus, he continued to fight for a long time as an ancient warrior.
But he eventually fell into madness and became a member of the Death Company.
His fate seemed to serve as a warning to the other sons of Sanguinius that no matter how noble and heroic they had been, they would eventually be unable to escape the doom brought by the gene-seed curse.
The warriors of the Lost Tower were all released.
They roared and vented their anger, lost in the illusion of ten thousand years ago.
The priests gave up guiding them.
There was no point in doing that anymore.
They were completely lost.
The warriors fought frantically, tearing those alien monsters apart with their weapons and fists like the most terrible demons.
Groups of Zerg warriors, Gunthers, and Zerg Saint Titans were flocking towards them.
Support was also provided from the city wall.
Artillery shells, energy beams, burning chemicals, whistling missiles and rumbling tank clusters.
Both sides were fighting frantically.
Odamere believes that this might be the scene of hell in mythology.
The Death Company fought their way deep into the Tyranid swarm, and countless Tyranid creatures fell at their feet.
These insane warriors can carry the most horrific wounds and continue to fight.
But they are not immortal, and these warriors who long for the final glory fall one after another in front of the monsters that attack the Archangel's home.
Dante stood on the city wall and watched the lost warriors being sent out of the Lost Tower and released onto the battlefield.
Those Terra creatures were pushed back by the violent attack of the Death Company and gained a buffer again.
But this is not something to be happy about.
"How many more sacrifices will it take to gain victory?" Dante whispered, staring at the crazy battlefield.
A bright light suddenly burst down from the sky.
It happened so quickly that people had no time to react.
The brilliant beam of light instantly connected heaven and earth, and a huge shock wave formed within a radius of several hundred meters at the point where it landed. Terran at the center was directly vaporized.
Dante was briefly stunned, then looked up at the sky.
The space defenses in low-Earth orbit should have been destroyed when the Terran hit the surface.
How could there be a low-Earth orbit bombing!
As if in response to his confusion, hundreds of lights lit up in the dark sky at the same time, illuminating the entire sky.
More intense orbital bombardment fell on the Zerg swarm.
It's crazy.
Just like raindrops.
"My lord, we have won. The Tyranid fleet on the Celestial Realm has been defeated, and they are fleeing. The Imperial Regent, the Primarch of the Ultramarines - Guilliman, has returned. My God, by the Emperor, my lord, you cannot imagine. Their fleet, their fleet is too magnificent. In less than an hour, the main force of the Tyranids was defeated, and the other biological ships are all fleeing Baal."
A priority communication popped up in front of Dante, and he chose to answer it.
The voice on the communication was full of excitement.
Dante couldn't sort out the confusion for a while, and he won inexplicably?
Before he could think deeply.
The sound of the horn echoed across Baal like the roar of a war beast.
Rays of light lit up on the surface of Baal, forming a teleportation light gate.
A large-scale army holding the imperial double-headed eagle flag filed out from it and attacked the Tyranid insect swarm that was on the verge of collapse.
A great hero also appeared on the stage surrounded by many warriors.