Chapter 118 118, Why Does He Call Me War Marshal?

The Hive Mind can think, feel, hate and desire. Its emotions are so alien that they are beyond words. Even the sensitive and delicate Eldar cannot decipher this hodgepodge of senses. Compared with its ocean of emotions, human emotions are like puddles on the side of the road.

When the dazzling golden light pierced the barrier of the subspace, the Baal system seemed to have a golden star rising in an instant. The light of the star was so dazzling, but it was not real, but rising slowly in the hearts of humans.

It was at this time that a lot of disgust and fear emerged in the ocean of emotions of the Hive Mind. This emotion is like the emotion that humans have when facing poisonous snakes.

The Hive Mind is not afraid of the power of the other party - in fact, in its will, any power is its food, and no existence will be afraid of its own food. But the other party is different. The other party will use sharp fangs to inject it with a large amount of venom, which makes it collapse, terrified, and worse than death.

Just the moment the other party appeared, it instinctively wanted to retreat and escape from this galaxy. But when the hive mind looked at the dark red Baal star through its countless eyes.

It understood that this was the nest of those red warriors, who burned its feeding grounds and crushed its fleet. It hated these red prey, and more importantly, it coveted them.

It tasted the possibility from the unfamiliar gene sequence, that is, the possibility of new and terrifying war beasts.

And in the nests of these red warriors, it knew that there was something better.

When crisis and greed coexist, the hive mind decisively chose greed. The more top predators, the more they understand the risks of hunting. But as long as they can lick the delicious honey, the brown bear doesn't care about being stung by bees.

After a brief period of chaos, the hive mind reunited, and the swarm also launched a counterattack at all costs at the same time.

In the dark space of the Baal Galaxy, the fleet of the Blood Angels was not enough to resist the Hive Fleet that was surging like a tide. They were like an isolated island in the vast ocean, struggling hard with the surging tsunami.

Their situation was extremely dangerous, but in order to share the pressure with the ground forces, they still tried their best. The fleet of the Blood Angels was divided into small teams as much as possible, and they flew up and down like a lonely boat fighting against the huge waves.

Such an unconventional tactic was almost like giving up one's life, but it was also effective. The warriors in the turbulent sea of ​​​​insects could achieve a good kill record every time they attacked and retreated.

However, the number of the swarm was too terrifying. Although fighting against the sea was a heroic act, they would eventually be buried in the ocean.

Every Blood Angel fighting on the battleship was exhausted physically and mentally, and almost reached the limit of what they could bear - if it were not for the golden sky eagle light penetrating from the sea of ​​souls, which condensed their fighting spirit and strengthened their will.

I am afraid that after fighting till now, more than one-third of the Blood Angels will succumb to the black fury.

"This must be the power of the Holy Father!"

The Blood Angels who felt the miracle prayed in their hearts.

"Maybe it's an illusion, I feel that these damned bugs are not so scary."

After hearing this sentence on the voice channel, the captain of a moon-class battleship nodded slightly, silently expressing his inner agreement, but then he heard a cry,

"Wait, this doesn't seem to be an illusion."

"What is that?!!!"

Including the captain, no one in the voice channel asked about the specific meaning of this sentence.

Because when the voice sounded, all the Blood Angels in the battle saw an incredible scene-

The captain saw that the fierce and orderly insect tide tsunami that almost filled the entire Baal galaxy suddenly became chaotic in just a few seconds.

Then the huge ramming horn smashed the barrier between the subspace and reality, and a terrifying gap was suddenly torn open in the physical universe.

The golden light flashed out from the cracks in the subspace first, and in a way that violated the rules of the physical universe, it dispelled all the darkness in the space of the Baal Galaxy in just a blink of an eye.

This light is brighter than thousands of stars.

It is also warmer than thousands of stars - no matter how hot the stars are, they cannot warm the coldness of the heart frozen in despair.

The dark space was completely lit up, and the ice that condensed in the hearts of humans in the darkness was melted away.

The huge bow of the ship poked out from the passage, and standing on the bow was a giant like a myth, holding high the battle flag of the golden sky eagle.

Everyone saw this scene, no matter how far apart they were, even if they were thousands of miles apart, or even farther away, they saw it clearly. This also violated the rules of the physical universe, and all living beings and spirits were shocked at this moment.

In the shocked eyes of the blood angels, the tall giant waved a golden flag, and the magnificent ship gradually revealed its true appearance.

The ship carried a huge city made up of statues and temples. Every captain who saw this giant ship was stunned.

This was a Queen of Glory-class battleship that they had never seen before. When this battleship appeared on the battlefield, it used its huge ramming horn to ram the nearest Zerg hive ship.

The equally huge Zerg hive ship was instantly broken in half, and the plasma bursting out of the wound splashed a circle of thick fog in the space that was enough to cover the planet.

Countless magnificent warships followed closely and filed out from the sky, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, instantly tearing a huge wound in the Zerg.

The Blood Angels showed incredible expressions and stared at this magnificent fleet entering the battlefield in amazement. The scale of the fleet was so huge that even the Tyranid Zerg, who were good at overwhelming the enemy with numbers, were somewhat dwarfed at this moment.

This fleet seemed endless, and finally, in the shocked eyes of the Blood Angels, another Queen of Glory-class battleship passed through the channel of the physical universe.

"I recognize the Glory of Macragge. And the other one. I think I have already guessed it."

A voice came again in the communication voice. Combined with the recent news of the Primarch's resurrection, the doubts in the hearts of the Blood Angels seemed to have been answered.

After clearing the nearby Zerg hive ships, the fleet of the Primarchs took action again.

The warships emitting dazzling golden light headed for Baal I and Baal II.

The Glory of Macragge led part of the fleet to Baal Prime.

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On the ground battlefield of Baal I.

The Blood Knights and Flesh Tearers who regained their sanity in the illusion of the Skyhawk collectively besieged the Khorne Demon Kabanha.

"No matter how many sacrifices are made, you will be driven away, demon!"

The Lord of the Blood Knights, Jor, roared angrily and took the lead in charging towards the Khorne Demon.

Kabanha, who had smashed the head of a Hive Tyrant with a giant blade, turned his eyes to Yor after hearing the roar, with a grim smile on his face.

The demon spread his scarlet bat wings wantonly, and his huge body exuded boundless power, arrogantly declaring his power to the whole world.

"Yor, are you going to challenge me? Humble Lord of the Blood Knights, you are not a demigod like your father. Even Sanguinius was severely injured by me, what can you do?"

Along with the words of the Khorne Demon, a roar like a beast with endless anger suddenly exploded in Yor's mind, and the sweet and intoxicating smell of blood, like fine wine, was tempting the Lord of the Blood Knights to fall, and kill in rage until eternity.

"In the name of Sanguinius, the Blood Knights will never surrender!"

Yor roared, even though the blood color had gradually covered his eyes, but his will was still fighting unyieldingly.

"No one cares what you think, little knight." Kabanha's huge body looked down at him.

"In my eyes, you are as humble as these bugs. The great Kabanha never cares about your will. My rage is endless, and my power is unstoppable. Only demigods like your father can resist me. As for you, Jor, you can only submit in front of me!"

The contempt of the Khorne Demon is so strong that every word it says is provoking Jor's anger.

Kabanha's eyes are full of pride. The Blood Angel is its prey. It believes that no prey can escape its pursuit.

In the entanglement of thousands of years, it knows these Blood Angels too well. It knows that these angels hide endless darkness and anger in their hearts. They only need the right time to become the most loyal believers of the Blood God.

Just as he was about to continue to provoke Jor's anger,

"Boom!——"

A bright light like thunder suddenly struck down from the sky.

The brilliant beam of light connected the heaven and earth, and countless flying insects were killed instantly. Their bodies fell like raindrops. There was a violent explosion within a radius of hundreds of meters from the landing point on the ground, and a huge gap was blown open in the insect swarm.

Kabanha paused and looked up at the sky in astonishment.

The outer orbit of this planet should have been completely occupied by the insects. How could there be a bombardment by orbital guns?

Along with its doubts, as if in response, countless lights once again penetrated the insect swarm shrouded in the air. More dense orbital guns fell like raindrops, extremely crazy.

Then in the sky, countless airborne pods dragged long tails, falling from the sky like meteorites.

They fell one after another, the earth trembled endlessly, and smoke and dust were stirred up and rolled back into the air.

"Hiss!——"

It was also at this moment that the ferocious insect tide suddenly made a sharp cry collectively. They retreated rapidly as if they had encountered natural enemies, revealing the true face of the earth.

At the same time, Kabanha felt a breath that made it extremely hateful.

"Kabanha, I heard a shameless voice, is it you, a waste?"

A loud voice sounded in the rolling smoke and dust, and the spearhead of the voice was directed at the Great Demon of Khorne!

"Dukor! - You deserve to die!"

Kabanha almost gritted his teeth and growled. When the Primarch just revived, it and Kahn wanted to strangle the newly awakened Primarch together.

Unexpectedly, this action was exchanged for the other party's humiliation.

Seeing Dukel again at this moment, Kabanha could no longer suppress his anger. With his bat wings spread out, he jumped into the rolling smoke and slashed.

"Bang!——"

Almost no one could see how the demon moved.

Then, in the thick smoke and dust, a loud collision was heard. The sound was deafening, like thunder suddenly exploding in the dark clouds.

The storm generated by the fight between the two instantly tore the thick smoke and dust apart.

The demon's body, as big as a hill, was instantly blown away in the smoke and dust, and flew backwards at a faster speed than when it came, until it crashed down a mountain and stopped its trend.

The ruins of the mountain buried the demon's body.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, the blood angels also saw the tall figure that had been hidden by the smoke and dust.

Under the gaze of all the blood angels, in the sound of the horn of war, a giant who seemed to have walked out of a myth appeared in their field of vision.

The moment the giant appeared, the endless fighting spirit in his bright eyes ignited the blood in the chest of every imperial soldier.

In his left hand, he held a huge Sky Eagle battle flag of more than 20 meters, and in his right hand, he held a power sword as dark and deep as the abyss.

The opponent was not wearing a helmet, and his long black hair danced wildly in the airflow of the battlefield, and the scarlet cloak behind him was like a sea of ​​blood.

The dazzling golden light flowed from the Sky Eagle flag, making this figure seem to be bathed in the light of the stars all the time.

It was also at this time that the Blood Angels understood where the Sky Eagle illusion that helped them stabilize their will came from.

This was not the power of the Archangel.

But they were not disappointed because of this. After all, the one who came to this world to save them was also a demigod, a brother connected to their holy father by blood.

For every Blood Angel, bathing in this light that goes straight to the heart is equivalent to bathing in supreme glory.

"Warmaster! Are you back?" The former Blood Angel hero, the veteran soldier who was put into the Dreadnought, suddenly rushed out of his position, prostrated at the feet of the Primarch, and cried almost in tears.

After seeing this scene, the Blood Angels were all nervous.

The veterans in the Dreadnought are the unique treasures of the Legion and the foundation of the Legion. They are not only veteran soldiers, but also witnesses of the times, witnessing the development of the Empire and the Chapter, watching every Chapter Master grow from a recruit to a legend.

If Baal had not suffered a near-death disaster, Dante would rather let these veteran soldiers sleep under the castle than use them in the war.

Such an important existence, but it was extremely rude to collide with the great Primarch. The Blood Angels were all worried at this moment whether the Emperor's son would be angry with the veteran soldiers because of this.

But no matter how worried they were, the veteran soldier in the dreadnought mecha was still lying at Duke's feet and crying.

"Warlord, after you left, the successors did not inherit your will. Horus launched a rebellion, and we failed to protect the empire. Everything was destroyed. Our holy father lost his wings on Terra. The Emperor became a true god. The demigods gradually left and we failed to protect them. We could do nothing."

"We are sorry for you."

The veteran soldier was very emotional, and his language logic was a little confusing. The blood angels present looked at each other, and they couldn't even understand what he was saying.

Duke stood there, motionless like a mountain, and no one could tell his joy or anger.

But at this moment, his heart was confused.

——Why did he call me Warlord?

Duke's heart was full of doubts. What else could it be called that the successors failed to inherit the will? In his memory, the last scene ten thousand years ago was to draw a knife and chop the emperor.

Does this kind of will also need to be inherited?

He released the power of the mind, trying to probe into the heart of the Blood Angel.

But what he sensed was incomparable chaos.

Through the power of the mind, he could clearly sense that the old soldier might be in chaos in spirit, emotion, and even memory.

——It should be because he had been fighting for too long and became mentally disturbed.

Duke guessed in his heart.

He did not lower his anger to the old soldier as the Blood Angels worried; on the contrary, he leaned down, patted the other's armor, and comforted him,

"Child, you did a good job, don't be sad or worried."

"Hope has never been cut off at any time."

Happy Lantern Festival.

It's a bit late to have dinner with my family.