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It's going to explode.
Blake imagined himself wielding a giant axe, charging across the rugged surface of the battle moon.
He deliberately reduced the magnetic force of his helmet boots, and relying on the relatively weak gravity of the battle moon, Blake ran almost as if leaping.
Beyond the thin atmosphere lies a pitch-black starry sky, now ablaze with life, where Terran's living ships outnumber the stars.
The Greenskins and the Tyranids' fleets were almost completely intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.
The grotesque, burning monster of flesh swept past in a flash, crashing heavily onto the green-skinned warriors' battle moon.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex have completely gone mad.
The heavy axe drew a simple silver line in his hand, as light as a swallow, severing a tyrant with bared fangs and claws. Extremely acidic sap splattered out, and the armor that was stained with it hissed and corroded.
Black glided down, trying to find any surviving Greenskin Boys, but he failed. The Tyranids' suicidal first wave of attacks had almost completely wiped out the special Greenskin Boys.
Countless insects swarmed at him from the sky, the ground, and the earth, but Blake faced them all without resistance. The battle axe in his hand was like an extension of his body, a continuation of his will.
For Hades!
Blake imagined charging through the swarm of insects like a warhorse, chitin-encased limbs splashing up and, due to the lower gravity, slowly gliding through the air, forming clusters of blooming flower-like remains.
He felt the earth tremble, and in the distance, a long-legged Tyrannosaurus, more twisted and bizarre than the Insect Saint, crashed into the Battle Moon, then was toyed with by the moving mountains of the Battle Moon, stumbling and roaring.
A piercing, high-frequency shriek shattered the atmosphere, and Blake felt blood flowing from his ears.
Perhaps being deaf isn't such a bad thing, Blake thought, because then he wouldn't have to listen to his fighting brethren's nagging.
But he quickly realized that he would never hear Hades's instructions again, so Blake abandoned the idea.
He was completely focused on fighting the Tyrannosaurus Rex; tactics were no longer necessary. The Tyrannosaurus Rex and the greenskins stood side by side in the ring, swords drawn.
What unsettled Blake was that the Tyranids he knew were no longer the Tyranids he knew; they were changing rapidly.
The insects have become more aggressive and frenzied, and their mortality rate is skyrocketing. Some individuals don't even look like creatures that can survive for long; if left to sit quietly for an hour or two, they might just die.
After realizing Pluto's plan, and after realizing that no matter what they did next, they would be trapped in a dead end, the Tyranids went completely mad.
They poured all their resources into the war, a miscalculation. Blake realized that despite their repeated weakening of the Tyranids, the insectoids were still too numerous.
The solid shell struck the tomahawk, producing a loud metallic clang.
In fact, Mingzi taught in his command class that one should not pursue a desperate enemy. When encircling an enemy, if the enemy still has troops, one should try to leave a gap that looks like a way out so that the enemy will not fight to the death.
Then, through various means, the enemy forces will be weakened and ultimately annihilated.
Now, this massive Tyrannical fleet is clearly a cornered beast.
Blake heard scattered waaagh sounds; perhaps Hades was fulfilling the Greenskins' wishes...
At the edge of his vision, a dazzling star exploded, its aftershocks spreading out like butterfly wings. Blake vaguely heard a loud "waaagh" sound.
A faint green light spread across the Milky Way, repelling the dense swarms of insects besieging the planet.
The battle moon where Magnus was located exploded!!!
Blake frowned almost instinctively. He now completely agreed with the Father of Genetics' view that psionicists were unreliable.
He gritted his teeth and blocked the scythe of the tyrannical beast with an axe, the static in the communication channel deafening.
"Magnus?!"
He roared, but the private channel was filled with endless static.
Blake leaped up, vaulting over the one-legged beast like a horse.
Magnus?!
Show some respect, kid!!!
The Primarch roared, and Black breathed a sigh of relief.
"You lost too quickly! — You didn't even ignite the Battle Moon as planned! The Tyranids will absorb that mass!!!"
[At least I'm still alive! By the Emperor! The Tyranids have evolved anti-psyrannical units!!! Without any warning, it was an entire anti-psyrannical fleet—I...I didn't even have time to rescue Archimedes!]
The Battle Moon led by Magnus is a pure psionic unit; in fact, the formation of that moon was achieved by my mental power.
Blake took a furious, deep breath, the stench of blood sizzling as it rushed down his throat.
"My Lord Primarch, Archimedes is a fucking green-skinned creature!!! Before he met you, he was even called Wajimed!!!"
Show some respect, you brat! If it weren't for your damn father being here... but it just saved me! It held off that attack!!! -- Oh my god, that's too—
The channel was intermittent; what I could hear on the other end was probably Magnus's astonished mutterings to himself.
“Lord Magnus, I do not believe your offspring would be willing to be on par with a greenskin.”
Blake swung his axe again, clenching it deep into the beast's skull. Twisting his wrist, he almost gritted his teeth as he spoke.
Of course!!!
The Primarch suddenly screamed.
[This is just research targeting alien races! — Blake, didn't you have any other intentions?!]
Without hesitation, Blake raised his axe. He remembered Baozi, who would cheerfully bring him his special food at mealtimes; he remembered Iwa, who had just blocked a blow for him and turned into a swarm of spores; and the other green-skinned, trembling, and wholeheartedly following Black Butcher's inspectorate underlings...
But that's not enough, far from enough.
Small favors and petty benefits cannot sway the greater good.
Never!!!
Blake shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the roars of the Tyranids.
"I promised them a WAAAGH!!! And I did it!!! You learned Primarch—do you really think what you're happy to see is what the Greenskins want?!"
"They will only die in war! The peace they enjoy in ordinary times is just an illusion!!!"
He also wanted to live, to return in glory to the Sons of Hades, and to deliver an axe blow to Cobb, and to everyone who had sworn allegiance to him.
They threw him out, so Blake was to give each of them an axe as a reward.
They led him to Hades, so Blake decided to use the techniques Hades had taught him to defeat them.
"Don't try to hide greenskins! Heretic!!!"
Blake roared, but Magnus did not respond. In the distance, the Zerg Titan moved madly, and the soil beneath its feet began to crack.
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"Ah sneeze!!!"
Buz glanced back; inside the shattered warehouse at the bottom of the hive, the Imperial army had completely taken over.
"Cobb, smoke less."
"I can't speak," Buzz said casually, and Kober, who was standing guard with his gun at the ready, responded guiltily.
Then Booz turned and went to ask Arek, who was standing in front of the abandoned green-skinned throne.
"It escaped..."
Arek said in a low voice, “No, the Bonebreaker isn’t like this greenskin.”
"what do you mean?"
"What is it?" Boots asked, leaning down as much as possible to avoid looking down at him. Arek frowned and coughed a few times.
"Sir, please don't address me like that. I'm just a minor political commissar."
“This is my freedom,” Buz said. “This war has only gone so smoothly because of you.”
Arrek had almost predicted every corner where the Bonecrushers would lay their ambush. In the complexly structured hive, Booz watched in astonishment as Arrek and the Bonecrushers fought for territory inch by inch. Every spot held a hidden trap, and the commissar countered each move with the fluidity of breathing.
Even if other strategists were in charge, they would likely suffer against the Bonebreaker.
“No need for pleasantries,” Buz raised his hand promptly, smiling amicably. “We’re in a hurry, so please get straight to your conclusion.”
Arek swallowed the modesty that was about to come out; he was indeed not one for flattery. His eyes, deep-set beneath his hat brim, lingered. After a moment's thought, Arek spoke.
"The Bonebreaker is in a hurry; something in this star system is attracting it—I think it might be related to the expedition it hopes to launch."
The old political commissar noticed a subtle change in Buz's expression, but Buz did not reveal anything. After that, the Imperial Regent continued to politely inquire about the old political commissar's plans for other wars.
………………
"Jin, how's it going?"
After seeing the others off, Buz asked,
From the shadows, Jin's massive figure slowly emerged.
“There’s a 67.9% chance it’s the Burner,” the Mechanic said, “but there are other remnants of other Star Gods that I can no longer identify. That being is more elusive, or rather, more cunning.”
Buz pondered,
"Can our current forces defeat the Star God?"
Jin spread his hands.
“The one who has studied the Star God the most is Faos. I asked Kirkland, and his answer was that he could barely put up a fight.”
“Star God,” Booz’s face was obscured by the shadows of the Nest, “I remember that the blood of the Star God flowed in the veins of my genetic father?”
Jin nodded.
"According to information provided by the Imperial Guard, the Lord of Mankind at that time made an extremely daring attempt... and Hades survived, which led to the legend that followed."
"I've always had a question,"
Booz continued in a low voice, "I know that Hades' abilities are different from those of ordinary beings. His original abilities did not include the power of the Star God?"
Jin nodded.
“Actually, Buz,”
Jin said slowly.
"It is the Star God who is compatible with my Lord, not the other way around—the Star God devours all souls, while my Lord has no soul. The answer is that simple. Apart from that, there is no compatibility between them."
"You mean," Buz lowered his eyes, "that the Star God fragments have a dependency property and can be absorbed?"
Jin silently gazed at Mingzi.
"Only Hades could succeed, and only he could succeed. He has no soul but possesses a powerful, selfless self. He is the only such individual in this galaxy besides the Star God."
Buz paused,
"So similar?"
Jin shook his head again, recalling those mad star gods.
"Perhaps the Star God's ego is far inferior to his."
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...Tired...Hungry...Hungry...Exhausted...
In the quiet command room, Hades slumped on the soft seat in front of the map. He hadn't closed his eyes since he started the operation. Hades had to think about how long it had been... six months, twenty-three days, seven hours and eight minutes.
Now... a dazzling burst of fire is erupting on the map. The plan has reached its final stage: let the Tyrannosaurus Rex and the Orks fight each other—regardless of who wins, the mission is accomplished.
He deployed a Primarch, a Black, and three Warlords on the front lines. How could he possibly suffer a major defeat?
The battle raged fiercely. Hades had already deployed all the fleets he could. Due to the sheer size of both sides, even with the flames raging, the war would continue for days and nights.
As Hades stared at the map, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
...tired...hungry...hungry...hungry...
Whispers rang in his ears, and Hades decided to take a five-minute break. After giving brief instructions to the green-skinned guards, he let his thoughts drift into the depths of the sea.
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One minute and thirty-four seconds later, in Hades' dream, all the greens on the capital of this green-skinned planet fell into eternal silence.
5.6k, great! That's all!
Chapter 586 Before the Chaos
What does the emperor really want?