Chapter 1069 The Power of Sanguinius
The first fleet to encounter the Zerg was Sanguinius's fleet.
In the Imperial Frontier System, the Blood Angels fleet drew a golden trail in the afterglow of the Astronomican, and the pure white wings of Sanguinius brushed across the observation dome.
The Primarch's pale golden pupils were filled with ripples of the Warp. He suddenly pressed down on the shoulder armor of the Librarian Astartes and said, "Notify everyone and prepare for battle. I predict that the war is about to begin."
"Is the enemy a greenskin or a traitor?" Chapter Master Dante clenched his power sword.
"Worse." Sanguinius's wings moved without wind, and some kind of holy psionic ripples swept across the fleet. "It is the darkness that devours the stars."
As the last syllable faded, the void veil was torn apart by billions of scarlet points of light.
The Tyranid vanguard fleet spread through the vacuum like a festering wound, its scale driving the most experienced navigators crazy, it was a biomass frenzy enough to cover an entire galaxy.
"All ships at level three combat readiness!"
Sanguinius' voice spread through the bones of every warrior through genetic resonance, "The third to ninth assault formations take off, and the holy bombs are filled with phosphorous holy oil."
"Also send a message to the district government and ask them to quickly bring people over for support."
The Primarch's psychic projection unfolded a tactical star map on the bridge. Thousands of biological ship signals were marked in blood red. Chapter Master Dante suddenly knelt down: "Please allow me to lead the legion to launch the first round..."
“No.” Sanguinius’ wings glowed with golden light. “This time I will personally open the path of holy war for you.”
The battleship's dome armor unfolded layer by layer, and the Primarch stretched out its kilometer-long wings of light in the vacuum.
His existence itself became the second star on the battlefield. In the area swept by the golden psychic tassel, the Tyranid spore cloud melted like snow encountering the scorching sun.
"Witness the wrath of the Emperor!" Sanguinius' voice exploded directly in the souls of all warriors.
The Zerg fleet made the most wrong decision in the entire history of war, focusing their first round of attacks on that shining individual.
Tens of thousands of biological warships spewed out torrents of acid, but they evaporated into holy steam a hundred meters away from Sanguinius.
The holy sword in the Primarch's hand ignited with psychic fire, and wherever the sword pointed, thirteen biological motherships were cut in half by golden cracks.
"For the Emperor!"
The light wings of Sanguinius suddenly expanded, and thousands of psychic feathers transformed into star-destroying-level light spears.
These spears composed purely of divine will pierced through the Zerg array, and each strike triggered a chain of annihilation among the biological fleets.
Fourteen huge biological motherships that were reorganizing their formations were nailed to the void, and their biological reactors bloomed like fireworks in the holy flames.
The Blood Angels fleet began its assault under the protection of this holy light.
A formation composed of the Death Company cut into the left wing of the Zerg in a wedge formation, and assault boats equipped with flamethrowers poured purifying fire into the breathing holes of the bio-ships.
The Terminator formation on the right wing carried out boarding operations. After their Thor's hammer smashed through the deck of the Zerg ship, they immediately threw melta grenades to detonate the core organs.
"Keep moving! Don't let these bastards surround you!"
The Chapter Master piloted the warship through the tentacles, each bombardment of the warship brought up a rain of sticky biomass. "Praise Sanguinius! Their formation is collapsing!"
But the Primarch noticed the abnormality earlier than any of his descendants.
The remnants of the Zerg purified by the sacred fire did not dissipate, but instead condensed into some kind of altar of flesh and blood in the vacuum.
As the seventh wave of assault formations approached, these altars suddenly emitted dark red energy beams, which were psychic attacks simulated by the Tyranid genes.
“Back off!”
Sanguinius's warning was accompanied by a psychic shockwave that swept across the battlefield, pushing thirty assault craft out of the death zone.
He saw with his own eyes that a gunboat that had been hit was twisted in the alien psychic energy, and the soldiers inside were devoured by the swarm and then exploded into spore bombs.
For the first time, the Primarch's eyes lit up with real anger.
He inserted the holy sword into the void and formed the golden imperial seal with his hands.
The subspace of the entire war zone began to boil, and a golden psychic storm erupted with him as the center, instantly clearing out all Tyranid units within a radius of one million kilometers.
Huge spiritual energy was boiling on the battlefield. At the same time, Yang Cheng in the palace also sensed this breath.
"How dare you desecrate my offspring."
Sanguinius's wings of light transformed into a ring of judgment, and his voice cracked the fabric of reality. "Then accept true purification."
An unprecedented glow shone from Sanguinius' body, and ancient runes forged by the Emperor himself appeared on the sword.
On the other side, Yang Cheng also gave his strength to Sanguinius. Although Yang Cheng could not personally provide support, he could still transmit strength remotely.
The Primarch turned into a golden meteor and crashed into the core array of the Zerg. Every time the holy sword was swung, it caused a supernova-level explosion.
The eighteen hive motherships that attempted to encircle the enemy were chopped into pieces, and their biological weapons were completely ineffective under the divine power.
"Alien! Feel the fear!"
Sanguinius suddenly grabbed the siphoning tentacles of a mothership, and the sheer force confrontation caused sparks to burst from the biometal hull.
With the perfect contraction of his muscle fibers, he lifted up this giant ship that was as big as a mountain and smashed it towards the gathering Zerg vanguard.
All officers and soldiers of the fleet as well as the Space Marines in the legion witnessed the miracle through the viewfinders: the Primarch broke through the physical limits with his physical body and sank forty-three main biological ships within five minutes.
Wherever his wings of light swept, Tyranid spore clouds were purified forever into harmless dust; his war cry sonic waves suppressed the whispers of the swarm back into the rifts of the warp.
Just as the Blood Angels were about to triumph, the Hive Mind revealed its true horror.
All the remaining biological ships suddenly gave up their tactics and began to merge frantically.
Tens of thousands of warships were stacked into mountains of flesh and blood in the vacuum, and some kind of super-giant biological organ the size of a planet was being generated.
"That's..." Blood oozed from the nostrils of the Legion Librarian, "They are making weapons to target you!"
A million compound eyes opened on the surface of the fusion, and each eye reflected Sanguinius's combat data.
When the Primarch swung the holy sword again, corresponding psychic-resistant armor instantly formed on the surface of the fusion body.
When the twelve holy light spears hit the target, they were actually refracted towards the Blood Angel fleet by some kind of biological force field.
“Evade quickly!”
Dante roared and commanded the operator, who controlled the battleship to accelerate.
The refracted spears of light brushed past the right wing of the fleet, completely vaporizing the three frigates.
Sanguinius was suspended in the void, and the feathers on his wings of light began to wither.
He realized that the Zerg were evolving by the second, and that every Space Marine could become a genetic specimen of them.
The Primarch held the holy sword tightly, ready to face the arrival of more Zerg at any time.
At this time, in the distance, the Necrons' tomb fleet also quietly arrived.
