Chapter 1097 Star Wars 1

The entire sector is burning.

Fulgrim could hear the scream of twisting metal and the sticky sound of xenos flesh being crushed as the ram of the Emperor's Children flagship tore through the fleshy hull of a Tyranid bio-warship.

The spikes made of refined gold were deeply embedded in the nerve center of the warship. The flagship, which was more than 20 kilometers long, was like a hammer of God, smashing the biological warship in front of it in half.

The broken hive ship spurted out thick acidic blood, which quickly solidified into floating black crystals in the vacuum, like a symbol of some kind of blasphemy.

"Macrocannon! Light spears! Fire in unison!" Fulgrim shouted.

Dozens of main guns roared at the same time, and the flames spewing from the muzzles briefly ionized the surrounding vacuum, drawing dazzling lightning patterns in the dark universe.

The shells penetrated three Hive frigates that were trying to outflank them, and the shock waves detonated inside their bodies lifted up their shells, revealing the squirming hatchery sacs inside.

Countless larvae exploded in the vacuum, their remains scattered in the explosion and then evaporated by subsequent artillery fire.

"The starboard armor belt is damaged, but the structure is intact. The swarm is still approaching, the number... cannot be counted." The voice of the bridge officer sounded particularly tense amid the buzzing of the data board.

Fulgrim's purple pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the tactical holographic projection. The entire galaxy had been flooded by the Zerg, which devoured the light of the stars like a plague. But the human fleet was not alone.

"The Warmaster's fleet will arrive on the battlefield soon. Keep firing!"

The armor belt of the Phalanx gleamed a cold iron-gray as the Imperial Fists' flagship slowly but inexorably moved into the battlefield like a moving fortress.

Rogal Dorn stood on the bridge, his face as hard as a stone sculpture, his hands behind his back, staring at the Zerg signals flashing on the tactical hologram.

"Entire fleet, deploy a defensive formation." His order was brief and powerful.

The Imperial Fists' fleet deployed in a perfect geometric formation, forming an insurmountable wall of steel.

Their fire was accurate and deadly, with each salvo hitting the Zerg warship's neural nodes with pinpoint accuracy.

The roar of the macrocannons and the screams of the light spears intertwined into a movement of destruction, tearing the approaching Tyranid warships into pieces.

Meanwhile, aboard the flagship of the Emperor's Children Legion, a dance of death was taking place.

Fulgrim stood on the throne of the bridge, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the armrests, his purple-gold eyes reflecting the flames of destruction on the battlefield.

"Full left rudder, 45 degrees elevation." The Primarch's voice was eerily calm.

"Let the alien feel our horns."

The Emperor's Children's array of lances fired in perfect rhythm, each beam of energy accurately hitting the biological ship's neural nodes.

The twelve compound eyes of a Leviathan mothership were blinded at the same time. It curled up in pain and knocked over two of its peers next to it. Acid blood splattered in the void, forming a short-lived corrosive cloud.

"Dorn's fleet is too conservative..." Fulgrim chuckled, running his fingertips across the tactical hologram, "War should be an art, not a siege."

"What about the Black Templars? Let them intervene in the battlefield." Fulgrim ordered.

As the Imperial Fists and Emperor's Children fleets battled the Tyranid swarms on the front lines, a new shadow cut across the edge of the battlefield.

Dozens of huge warships leaped out from the meteorite group, their armor engraved with sacred scriptures, and the towering cross emblems on the bows flashed a cold light under the starlight.

With the Eternal Crusade as the center, the Space Marines of the Black Templars will serve as the spearhead to break through the enemy's defenses.

On the bridge of the Eternal Crusade, Grand Marshal Sigismund placed his hands on the command podium. His Terminator armor was as black as ink, with only the white cross on the shoulder armor shining brightly.

"The xenos are defiling the Emperor's dominions." His voice was like steel tempered in a forge.

"In the name of the Emperor, purify them!"

The Black Templars' strike cruiser, the Blade of Faith, rammed into the flank of a Leviathan mothership at an almost insane speed, the entire ship shaking violently as the adamantium rams tore through the fleshy carapace.

"Jump on board! Jump on board! Jump on board!"

Hundreds of Black Templar warriors rushed out of the assault bay. Their power armor was as black as ink, and only the white cross on the shoulder armor was particularly eye-catching in the corridor of flesh and blood.

Champion brother Aldridge was the first to step onto the inner wall of the alien warship. His thunder hammer smashed a Tyranid warrior that was rushing towards him. Electric light exploded in the fleshy chamber, illuminating the squirming flesh and blood around it.

"For the Emperor and Dorn!" his battle cry echoed across the comms. "No one shall live!"

The warriors of the Black Templars advanced with fanaticism, their fighting style being radically different from the rigorous style of the Imperial Fists - no formations, no tactics, only pure will to kill.

The roar of the grenade launchers and the scream of the chainswords intertwined into a hymn of death.

Inside another hive battleship, the Black Templar priest Carrion held up the holy scepter, the mark of purity on top of the scepter burning with a sacred flame.

"Look, brothers!" he said in a voice like the thunder of a sermon. "These xenos have no souls! Their very existence is blasphemy!"

He swung his scepter vigorously, and several knife insects turned into a ball of blood mist in an instant.

The warriors of the Black Templars charged after the priests, their weapons smeared with holy oil, and every strike was powered by fanatical faith.

"The Emperor is watching us!" Kalion roared, "Show these filthy creatures true faith!"

"Those guys from the Black Templars fought well." Fulgrim raised his eyebrows.

"It's our turn now. Full ship assault."

As the fleets of the Emperor's Children and the Black Templars penetrated the Zerg's flanks like lightning, the iron defenses of the Imperial Fists held firm like an anvil on the front.

The Zerg hive fleet was caught in the middle, their biological warships exploded one after another under the crossfire, and acid blood and shell fragments formed a rain of death in the void.

"The boarding operation begins now," Dorn ordered.

Hundreds of assault craft were launched from the Imperial Fists' fleet, raining down like steel on the nearest Tyranid warships.

Countless warships rammed a hive battleship at almost suicidal speeds, directly penetrating its brain organs.

The hatch burst open and twenty Imperial Fists Marines rushed into the corridor of flesh, the roar of their bolters echoing through the fleshy chambers.

"For the Emperor! For Dorn!" Sergeant Ferguson's roar rang out in the communication channel. His power sword cut off a fleshy tentacle that tried to wrap around him, and the decomposition force field on the blade burned the alien flesh into charcoal.

"For the Emperor! For Dorn!"

"Primarch! For your glory and the glory of the Lord of Terra!"