Chapter 452
The horror of this explosion is beyond imagination, enough to destroy all life and non-life, plunging the entire planet into endless darkness and destruction. In the face of the power of this explosion, any resistance seems pale and powerless, and the current technological level of the empire is unable to resolve the mystery.
In a few fleeting seconds, a sudden and terrifying explosion instantly ravaged the universe around the peaceful agricultural world of Talvina. The shock wave was like a raging frenzy, ruthlessly destroying everything. Even the naval fortress, which was light years away, captured the earth-shaking power of this disaster through sophisticated monitoring equipment. In that distant starry sky, even the sturdy fortress could not stop the shock brought by the explosion, and it seemed to silently tell the tragic and ruthless nature of this disaster.
The explosion of the destructive torpedo was extremely powerful, and instantly burst into a dazzling fire in the dark universe, as cold and ruthless as the smile of the god of death. This dazzling light cut through the tranquil starry sky, and the shock wave that followed was like a violent beast, raging with unstoppable might. In a very short time, this destructive force devoured the huge biological fleet of the Tyranids.
Those huge insects that usually roam the universe seemed insignificant in front of the explosion of the destructive torpedo. They didn't even have the chance to make a wail before they were instantly burned into gas by the terrifying high temperature. This high temperature was like the fire of purgatory, instantly turning the Zerg fleet into nothingness, leaving no wreckage. In this sudden disaster, the biological fleet of the Tyranids was wiped out, as if they had never existed.
The surface of the planet Tarvina was in ruins, as if it had experienced a ruthless catastrophe. The scattered debris and broken buildings silently told the cruelty of the battle. The swarm of insects was still raging on the surface of this planet, and they seemed tireless, like a nightmare. However, despite this, this powerful Behemoth fleet did not leave any trace on the sacred territory of the Human Empire. Their tentacles lightly swept across the earth, as if they were just gently brushing a feather, leaving no signs of damage.
In this barren land, the tentacles of the Behemoth fleet wandered like ghosts. They were cautious and secretive, leaving no visible signs of destruction in the vast territory of the Human Empire. Those once prosperous cities and quiet villages still retain their former appearance, as if this interstellar war had never affected here. The tentacles of the fleet are like invisible claws, gently sweeping across the surface, but leaving no trace.
Although the Zerg caused serious damage on the surface of the planet, the actions of the Behemoth fleet were extremely cautious, and they seemed to deliberately avoid invading the territory of the Human Empire. On this mysterious and ancient planet, the tentacles of the fleet were like a gust of wind, coming and going without a trace, leaving no trace on the sacred land of the Human Empire. This mystery and caution made the Human Empire even more confused and curious about the purpose of this fleet.
Staring at the devastated scene outside the porthole, the Chapter Master's eyes flashed with deep and complex emotions. It was a ruin devoured by war, and the broken walls were filled with the breath of death. However, in this desperate scene, a faint sense of relief quietly appeared in the Chapter Master's pupils, as if at that moment, he finally found the long-lost peace and answer in his heart.
Since that day full of glory and passion, the Cherubim Chapter was founded with countless expectations and blessings. At that moment, this destructive torpedo symbolizing supreme power was regarded as the most precious gift by the mother group, the Blood Angels, and solemnly presented to the Cherubim. This gift not only carries deep emotions, but also entrusts the Blood Angels with infinite expectations and firm support for the future of the Cherubim Chapter.
In the long years of six thousand years, this destructive torpedo has always been tightly sealed in the mysterious depths of the Chapter Monastery. There, it is silent, as if time itself has stopped here. Only the Chapter Master and the Think Tank Director of each generation, two important figures who shoulder the fate of the Chapter, are qualified to access the detailed information of this destructive weapon. This torpedo, like a taboo, hides endless secrets and power, waiting for those who are destined to reveal and master it. As the current Chapter Master of the Cherubim Chapter, he is familiar with military equipment. Among them, he is particularly aware of the terrifying power of this torpedo. This torpedo, as the secret weapon of the Cherubim Chapter, integrates the most advanced technology, and its destructive power is strong enough to scare the enemy. The Chapter Master knows that in future battles, this torpedo will become the key to the Chapter's victory.
Under conventional combat conditions, large-scale lethal weapons such as destructive torpedoes with huge destructive power are often only qualified to be launched by those Queen of Glory-class battleships equipped with giant ejection torpedo compartments. This type of battleship has become the leader in the navy with its majestic hull and powerful firepower. Only on such a flagship can such a powerful torpedo be accommodated and effectively used, ensuring that it can have a decisive impact at the critical moment.
Under the condition that there is no giant catapult torpedo compartment, for those conventional warships, if they want to launch destructive fish weapons, they must be extremely prepared psychologically - that is, they may perish together with the enemy. This is because, without an advanced catapult system, when launching such heavy weapons, the warship will not only be subjected to huge reverse impact force, but also may suffer devastating damage due to the huge explosive power of the weapon. In this context, every launch becomes a gamble, and every soldier on the warship must muster up the courage to face the severe test of being destroyed together with the enemy ship. This tragic choice not only reflects the ruthlessness of war, but also reflects the heroic spirit of the soldiers who are ready to die.
The power of the destructive torpedo is extremely amazing, and the range of its explosion has expanded to a jaw-dropping degree. In the face of such a violent explosion power, except for those indestructible Queen of Glory-class warships, other levels of warships have almost no chance to successfully escape from the deadly affected area before the explosion shock wave arrives. Even a warship with excellent performance, facing such terrible destructive power, can only helplessly accept the judgment of fate, and it is impossible to survive under the shadow of torpedo explosion.
At that moment, the war captain's face was solemn, his hands tightly grasped the button of the start command, his eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness, as if he had anticipated the upcoming end. He knew that once he pressed this button, he would push himself to the edge of the abyss of death. However, for honor and faith, he did not look back.
Before being swallowed by the flames and shock waves of the explosion, the war captain slowly raised his head, his eyes like torches, looking at the wine in the crystal glass. This glass of wine seemed to carry the joys and sorrows, honor and dreams of his life. He gently picked up the crystal glass, took a deep sniff of the wine, and then drank the wine in the glass.
This sip of wine was like his life, strong and bitter. The wine slid down his throat, and a trace of emotion flashed in the war captain's eyes, but there was no fear on his face. He understood that this was his final farewell, a memory of the past years, and a fearless challenge to the future.
Under the shadow of death, the determination of the war band leader became more and more firm. He straightened his back and held the crystal cup tightly, as if he was launching a final challenge to fate. As the explosion flames and shock waves approached, he pressed the start command without hesitation and gave his life to this battle. And he will become an eternal legend.
This bottle of ancient wine has gone through centuries of precipitation and the baptism of time. Even if the cherubim carefully care for it with great patience and superb skills, it is difficult to resist the ruthless erosion of time. Despite this, it is still well preserved and regarded as a treasure. However, the traces of time inevitably left marks in the wine, making its taste have changed a lot compared to the mellowness and fragrance when it was first brewed. Today, although this bottle of aged wine still exudes a unique charm, when you taste it, you can clearly feel the faint vicissitudes and changes given to it by the years.
Although the taste was not satisfactory, and even had a hint of unpleasant bitterness, the Chapter Master unexpectedly showed a relieved smile on his face when facing such a reality. That smile seemed to be an affirmation of some difficult sense of achievement, and also like a relief from some heavy responsibility. Although the unpleasant taste still remained on the tip of his tongue, his heart was already filled with this complex emotion.
Facing the shadow of death that was just around the corner, the Chapter Master was calm, and there was not a trace of fear in his eyes. For this loyal Astartes warrior, he seemed extremely calm in the last moments of his life. At this critical moment of life and death, he stepped forward and bravely cleared the enemies that threatened the safety of the Empire for the Lord of Mankind and the Regent of the Empire. In this fierce battle, he not only showed fearless courage, but also walked towards death without fear in the company of his hometown.
On this battlefield full of gunpowder, the Chapter Master Astartes stood like a pine tree, and his figure seemed particularly firm in the flames of war. He knew that as a loyal imperial warrior, it was his sacred duty to defend the empire and protect the people. Even at the last moment of his life, he did not retreat at all, but instead fulfilled his mission more firmly.
At this last moment, the thoughts of the Chapter Master Astarte drifted back to his hometown. That familiar land and those warm memories became his greatest comfort as he approached death. He imagined the blue sky, white clouds, and green grass of his hometown, as if he could feel the warmth of the warm sunshine on his face. With such company, he calmly welcomed the end of his life and dedicated his loyalty to the Lord of Mankind and the Regent of the Empire.
The heroic deeds of the Chapter Master Astarte have become a glorious chapter in the history of the Empire. He used his life to interpret loyalty, bravery, and responsibility, and set a lofty example for future generations. In this war-torn land, his spirit will be passed on forever, inspiring generations of imperial warriors to fight bravely to defend the empire and protect their homes.
This is enough.
The destructive torpedo was extremely powerful. The moment it exploded in the deep sea, it was like the end of the world, and it ruthlessly devoured the Red Dome Blood driven by the Chapter Master. The warship that once proudly galloped on the ocean was instantly destroyed in the huge waves of the explosion. The Chapter Master, a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, felt almost no pain in the face of this sudden disaster. The terrifying shock wave surrounded him like the claws of the devil, and before he could shout, he was burned into gas by the hot explosion waves. Everything happened so fast that the surrounding ocean could not feel any fluctuations, and the life of the Chapter Master dissipated silently.
In these long and smoke-filled years, may the great human beings be able to pity the soul of this warrior with a broad mind. He was brave and fearless on the battlefield, and guarded every inch of his homeland with his iron will and endless enthusiasm. May his sacrifice not be forgotten, may his soul be respected and consoled, and rest in eternal peace under the protection of humanity.
May the soul of the Chapter Master, guided by glory, return to the Golden Throne. He wielded the sword in countless battles, led the warriors forward, and was the soul of the team. Now, although his life has disappeared, his spirit and glory will never fade. May he be reborn on the Golden Throne, continue to protect the land and people he loves, and become an eternal legend.
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In the orbit of a distant planet, a destructive torpedo detonated instantly, and the momentum it aroused was like a boiling cosmic furnace, and the surging air waves rolled in the depths of space. The power of this explosion was so terrifying that it even broke through the constraints of the atmosphere. The shocking light instantly illuminated the surrounding space, as dazzling as daylight. Even on the distant ground, mortals could clearly witness this feast of horror in the universe. They watched the dazzling fire blooming in the sky above the planet...
Although Grand Marshal Krieg carefully concealed the real mission of the Chapter Master and did not reveal it to the ordinary mortal warriors, these warriors, with their keen intuition about war and rich combat experience, had silently guessed the heavy responsibility that was about to fall on their shoulders. They felt an invisible pressure and urgency from the Marshal's serious expression and frown, from the hastily deployed orders and frequent meetings. Although they were not told directly, everyone had a clear premonition in their hearts.
In the baptism of blood and fire, the scarred warriors relied on their tenacious will and unyielding courage to once again repel the crazy attack of the Zerg tide. On the battlefield, between the broken walls and ruins, they were tired but their eyes were firm, as if every wound was telling of their glory and determination.