Chapter 1099 Star Wars 3

The bridge of the Emperor's Children flagship was shrouded in a soft purple-gold light. Fulgrim stood in front of the tactical holographic table, and his slender fingers passed over the behemoth in the projection. It was a Tyranid hive mothership that was tens of kilometers long. Its carapace was covered with pulsating nerve clusters, like a plague spreading on a corrupt star.

"What an ugly creature," Fulgrim said softly, a cold smile on his face. "But its death will be a work of art."

He turned around, his purple-gold power armor shone with a gorgeous luster under the lights of the bridge, and every line seemed to be carefully polished by the most outstanding sculptor.

His long sword hung at his waist, the gem inlaid on the scabbard flashing dangerously.

"Prepare the assault bay. I want to lead the team myself."

His voice was calm, but it instantly made the entire Emperor's Children fleet boil.

When Fulgrim announced that he would personally lead the boarding force, the entire fleet's communication channels instantly erupted in thunderous cheers.

"For the Phoenix Lord!"

"Show the xenomorphs the glory of the Emperor's Children!"

"The purple-gold fire will burn away all filth!"

Cheers spread from the bridge to the entire fleet. On the deck of every Emperor's Children warship, the warriors knelt on one knee to greet the Primarch's will with the most perfect etiquette.

Fulgrim stood in front of the holographic tactical table, his lips slightly raised, his purple-gold pupils reflecting the approaching Tyranid mothership, a living fortress with pulsating nerve nodes all over its shell, looking extremely disgusting and abominable.

"assault!"

The assault pod pierced into the hull of the hive mothership at a nearly vertical angle, and the entire hull shook violently as the adamantium ramming horns tore through the fleshy carapace.

Fulgrim remained motionless, his posture as perfect as a sculpture, his purple-gold power armor emitting a deadly luster under the dim light in the cabin.

The moment the hatch exploded, a poisonous mist of rotten flesh and acid rushed towards us.

Fulgrim frowned slightly and took his first step gracefully, his boots touching the squirming ground without getting stained by a trace of filth.

"Go ahead." His voice was as smooth as silk. "Show them what true perfection is."

The interior of a hive ship is not made of metal and machinery, but a living hell.

The walls were breathing, the ground was wriggling like a stomach, and the ceiling was dripping with digestive juices, each drop of which could corrode ceramic steel. Licat pounced from the shadows, his claws flashing coldly.

Fulgrim did not dodge.

The moment the Phoenix Blade was unsheathed, a purple-gold energy arc tore through the darkness, and the sword tip drew a perfect semicircle. Licart's upper body was still charging, but his lower body had already slid to the ground, and the broken end was as smooth as a mirror.

"Pay attention to the rhythm." His voice was like a recitation of poetry. "Killing should be like a dance, not a slaughter."

The Emperor's Children warriors followed the Primarch's steps. The roar of the grenade launchers was not a chaotic noise, but a precise beat; the slashing of the power swords was not a brutal hack, but a carefully choreographed dance.

As they went deeper into the core of the mothership, the entire corridor suddenly shrank violently, the fleshy walls cracked, and a four-meter-tall Hive Tyrant stepped out of the shadows. Its shell was as thick as tank armor, and its sickle-shaped forelimbs were enough to split the Terminator.

Twelve compound eyes locked onto Fulgrim, emitting an infrasonic roar that shattered flesh and blood.

"Ah, finally a worthy opponent." Fulgrim smiled, his blade twirling in his hands.

The tyrant charged, and the ground shook.

Fulgrim came forward.

The sword flashed.

The tyrant's movements suddenly froze, and its head slowly slid down. The acidic blood spurting out of the broken neck had not yet splashed onto the original body's armor, and then, the second blow of the weapon in his hand had split its huge body in half vertically.

"next."

Following closely behind were several Tyrant Guards

Dozens of Tyrant Guards pounced down from the ceiling. Their shells were thicker than those of ordinary warrior insects, and the chitinous shells growing on their backs firmly protected their bodies.

Fulgrim's sword dance did not pause.

With the first strike, several limbs of the left guard were severed;

With the second sword, the skull of the right guard was split open longitudinally;

With the third sword, the guard in the middle was cut in half. While the upper body was still twitching, the sole of the Primarch's boot had already crushed its compound eyes.

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"Too slow." He sighed and shook off the sour blood on the blade of the sword.

In just a few breaths, dozens of Tyrant Guards had fallen around Fulgrim.

A shrill scream came from the shadows, and a pitch-black screaming killer pounced down from the flesh dome. Its roar could even shatter the heads of mortal soldiers.

And Fulgrim did not even look up.

He thrust his sword backhandedly, and the tip of the sword pierced the throat of the Screaming Killer accurately. The energy field exploded, burning its vocal cords into charcoal. The monster was already a dead body when it fell to the ground.

"Boring." The Primarch retracted his sword, "Let's go meet the true owner of this ship."

As the Emperor's Children commandos led by Fulgrim penetrated deep into the core chamber of the hive ship, the air suddenly solidified.

The pulsating fleshy wall stopped moving, the dripping digestive fluid hung in the air, and even the soldiers' breathing was strangled by some invisible force in an instant.

"Psychic suppression!"

As soon as a soldier warned, his helmet exploded with a sharp sound of metal twisting, and then his skull was crushed like a fruit by a giant hand, and his brains and blood splattered on the purple-gold armor.

Then, the second, the third... a total of twelve Emperor's Children warriors' bodies suddenly twisted and folded, their power armor was crumpled like tinfoil, and the crisp sound of broken bones was particularly clear in the dead silent chamber.

Fulgrim did not react at all. He stared calmly at the target in front of him, looking for an opportunity.

At the end of the chamber, the cluster of pulsating nerves slowly rose and twisted.

It had no eyes, but Fulgrim could sense a gaze that went beyond sight.

The several-meter-tall body is made of translucent nerve cords, with fluorescent green psychic fluid flowing inside.

Its "arms" are a dozen wriggling psychic tentacles, each of which flashes with psychic ripples powerful enough to tear apart reality.

Then, the surrounding fleshy walls suddenly burst, and dozens of Tyranid Warriors, Tyrant Guards and Executioners poured out at the same time, their shells covered with psychic fluorescence, and their movements were more than three times faster than before.

The psychic tentacles of the node creatures vibrated violently, and the entire swarm of insects pounced towards Fulgrim like crazy as if being whipped by an invisible whip.

Fulgrim moved.

His speed exceeded the physical limits. In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, only a purple-gold afterimage was left.

The moment the Phoenix Blade was unsheathed, the trail of the sword's edge burned a plasma-like light mark in the air.

As soon as the first Tyrant Guard raised its sickle claw, its head flew off;

The second executioner's chest was pierced, and the energy field vaporized his internal organs;

The third warrior worm was cut in half, with melted shell flashing at the broken end.

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In just a few seconds, hundreds of insects were crushed in an instant.