Chapter 1095: Mouth Teeth, I Don’t Want to Enter Fearless

Cassius's power sword pierced deep into the chest of the Genestealer leader, and the decomposition force field on the sword made a sharp buzzing sound.

The acidic blood of the alien leader splattered on the captain's finely crafted purple-gold armor, corroding it into wisps of green smoke.

The four sharp claws of the Genestealer Chieftain tore at Cassius's breastplate frantically, tearing the sacred eagle emblem into pieces.

"The Emperor's son! Kill his father's enemy!"

Cassius roared and twisted the hilt, causing the power sword's disintegration field to explode within the patriarch's body.

The Genestealer leader's shell exploded from the inside, sending fragments of green viscera raining down.

But the Genestealer leader used his last bit of strength to swing the bone blade in a dying counterattack, accurately piercing the observation slot of Cassius' helmet.

"Company commander!"

Pharmacist Daven rushed forward and saw that the bone blade had pierced Cassius's right eye and went three inches out of the back of his head.

The captain's body twitched violently, but his hand still tightly grasped the power sword that was inserted into the patriarch's body.

The battle came to an end. The team members and pharmacists sent the company commander to the Thunderhawk gunship and began to organize the evacuation. The last few batches of planetary defense forces successfully completed the evacuation.

On the Thunderhawk gunship, Devin's medical probe showed despairing data, showing that Cassius had a penetrating wound in the frontal lobe of his brain, his right eyeball was completely damaged, and cerebrospinal fluid was leaking.

Devin immediately ran to Cassius and injected a tube of neural stabilizer into the captain's neck.

"If you want the captain to survive, be fearless." Davin's voice sounded from under his helmet.

Cassius did not answer, but just made a difficult gesture to the soldiers who were rushing over.

Everyone carefully lifted the company commander's body, as if they were holding a piece of art that was about to be broken.

Cassius' blood flowed through the cracks in the purple-gold armor, drawing a poignant mark on the metal floor of the gunboat.

"You will become the most glorious Dreadnought in the Legion, Captain," Davin promised softly as he injected a second dose of painkiller.

Cassius's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bloody smile: "Tell... Lord Fulgrim... I am honored..."

His voice faded away and the curve on the vital signs monitor began to flatten.

Davin immediately activated the hibernation protocol and sent the captain's body into the emergency freezer.

In the cryogenic mist, Cassius's final expression solidified into a peaceful smile.

And with a smile, the operation of clearing the countryside officially began.

On the bridge of the transport ship in orbit, the alarm sounds and the groans of the wounded intertwined into a piercing symphony.

Captain Marcus's fingers hovered over the hatch control button, his knuckles white from the excessive pressure.

"captain..."

The navigation officer's voice trembled as he said, "It says the bipolar torpedo has entered terminal guidance."

Marcus' eyes swept across the other screens. In the cargo hold, thousands of refugees were packed like sardines in a can, and children were twitching in a coma caused by lack of oxygen. On the floor of the medical cabin, doctors were using the most primitive methods to stop the bleeding of the seriously injured. And in the engine room, the overloaded plasma reactor could explode at any time.

"Close the hatch."

"Full speed evacuation."

The weapons deck of the Emperor's Children flagship was shrouded in an eerie red glow.

Twelve bipolar torpedoes rose from the battleship's arsenal, each hundreds of meters in size, with the Mechanicus's prayers of destruction engraved on their surfaces.

Tech-priests in red robes chanted around these world-destroying weapons, the scent of burning incense mixed with the pungent smell of coolant.

Fulgrim stood in front of the tactical holographic table, no emotion visible on his flawless face.

The holographic projection showed the real-time image of Harvest No. 90. % of the northern hemisphere was engulfed in flames, and the few remaining green dots in the southern hemisphere were the final evacuation points.

“Father, the evacuation is complete.”

The Primarch's fingers paused slightly, a subtle movement that only his closest descendants could detect.

He turned to the weapon console, the countdown to the launch program reflected in his purple-gold pupils:

"For the glory of the Emperor."

The strong light produced when the first torpedo hit the planet's North Pole instantly overloaded all the optical equipment on the three nearest observation ships.

When the backup sensors came back online, controllers were greeted with a soul-shattering sight.

The polar ice cap with a diameter of 2,000 kilometers vaporized in one millionth of a second, and the exposed crust took on a strange crystalline shape.

Then, the quantum deconstruction wave began to work, and the continental plates fell apart like parchment torn by invisible giant hands.

The shock waves drew perfect concentric circles in the ionosphere, stirring the entire planet's atmosphere into a plasma storm.

A huge amount of energy runs through the equatorial rainforest area, and the released energy instantly wipes out the ecosystem of millions of square kilometers.

The towering ancient trees skipped the combustion stage and turned into ashes in the high temperature, and the rivers and lakes boiled and exploded.

The most terrifying things were the animals that did not have time to evacuate. Surveillance footage captured a group of birds turning collectively at the last moment before the blast wave arrived, and their shadows were forever imprinted on the suddenly vitrified ground.

The torpedo's innermost core began to activate, releasing a carefully modulated gravitational singularity.

The planet's core began to collapse under an irresistible force, and the magma ocean collapsed inward as if being sucked by a huge mouth.

The edges of the continental plates were seen lifting up like broken biscuits. In some areas, mountains thousands of meters high rose up, and then collapsed into the abyss within a few minutes.

The oceans boiled and evaporated, creating super-hurricanes that threw billions of tons of seawater into space.

The first to disappear was the stratosphere. Observational data showed that the entire ozone layer was stripped away within fifteen minutes, like a layer of fragile plastic wrap being roughly torn off.

Seen from orbit, the entire Harvest 3 was shrinking like a punctured balloon.

Fulgrim stood on the panoramic observation deck, his cloak motionless in the artificial gravity field.

The Primarch's eyes recorded every detail of the planet's death without blinking, as if he was enjoying a carefully choreographed opera.

"It's heartbreakingly beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered.

Eidolon followed the Primarch's gaze and saw that the disintegration of continental plates did have an eerie beauty.

The spiral patterns formed by the outbursts of mantle material resembled the gold thread decorations used in the ceremonies of the Emperor's Children, and the auroras produced by ionospheric disturbances were reminiscent of the glazed dome of Macragge's Imperial Palace.

"It is impossible for the Swarm to claim such a beautiful thing for themselves," Fulgrim continued.

On the other side, Kalia looked out the window alone. Where once was Emerald Harvest III, now only countless fragments were left slowly rotating.

On one particularly large piece of wreckage, she could vaguely make out the outline of what had once been Sector 7's spaceport.

That was where she saw her mother for the last time.