Chapter 1100 Star Wars 4

"Alien!"

I saw a node creature suspended in the center of the chamber, its body woven from translucent nerve cords with fluorescent green psychic fluid flowing inside.

Twelve tentacles stretched out in the void, each flashing with ripples of power enough to tear apart reality.

As it "looked" at Fulgrim, the Primarch felt a cold pressure rising up his spine, but to Fulgrim it was not fear, but a long-lost excitement.

As the node creatures awakened, the entire hive mothership trembled.

The fleshy channel, which was originally wriggling slowly, suddenly accelerated its contraction, and thousands of nerve nodes on the wall lit up with fluorescent green light at the same time.

Fulgrim's tactical helmet was instantly flooded with alarm data, psychic readings exceeded the measurement limit, and the bio-electric field intensity reached 37 times the lethal level.

“Stand back!”

As soon as Fulgrim gave the order, the first wave of psychic impact came like a tsunami.

The three Emperor's Children warriors who were rushing in the front froze instantly, their power armor deforming and collapsing with a harsh sound of metal twisting.

The visor of one of the warriors' helmet suddenly caved inward, and his skull exploded like a fruit crushed by an invisible giant hand, and red and white brain tissue sprayed onto the purple-gold armor.

Another soldier's chest was compressed to one-third of its original thickness, and the crisp sound of broken spine could be clearly heard.

Eidolon's Terminator armor groaned under the heavy load. He knelt on one knee, and the sight of the melta gun was blown into pieces by the psychic interference. "My Lord! The psychic suppressor is overloaded!"

On Fulgrim's purple-gold shoulder armor, seven anti-psychic runes made of amethyst were flashing at a dangerous frequency.

He gracefully dodged the head-on impact by moving sideways, but the aftermath still sent five warriors flying. They lost consciousness before they hit the fleshy wall, and fine blood mist spurted out from the joints of their power armor.

This anti-psychic rune was given to Fulgrim by Yang Cheng. With the exception of Magnus, Lorgar and other Primarchs, the other Primarchs had very low resistance to psychic energy, so Yang Cheng gave them weapons specifically for individual counter-psychic energy.

At this moment, the node creature was suspended in the center of the chamber, and its shape was constantly changing: sometimes it looked like a giant woven by nerve cords, and sometimes it turned into a floating vortex of psychic energy.

Twelve translucent tentacles stretched out in the void, and with every swing, new psychic energy crystals condensed in the air.

The huge psychic power of the Hive Mind raged in this small space, and more and more Space Marines fell in the psychic storm.

“Concentrate your fire!”

Eidolon's voice roared in the communication channel, and he led the remaining soldiers to quickly launch a cross-fire network.

The azure beams of the plasma gun and the blazing white particle streams of the melta weapons intertwined around the node creatures, but were all deflected by the translucent psychic barrier.

Fulgrim's Phoenix Blade suddenly lit up with a dazzling purple-gold flame. "Three o'clock, three shots in a row."

Eidolon immediately understood. Three specially tuned melta guns were simultaneously aimed at the weak points of the barrier, and the ultra-high temperature particle flow stirred up violent energy ripples on the surface of the barrier.

At the moment when a 0.7 second crack appeared in the barrier, Fulgrim rushed into the inner circle like an arrow from a bow, and the Phoenix Blade drew three perfect arcs of death in the air:

Fulgrim rushed in like an arrow from a bow, and the Phoenix Blade drew a perfect Z-shaped trajectory:

The first sword cut off the three attacking psychic tentacles, and the fluorescent fluid splashing from the broken ends condensed into emerald crystals in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Fulgrim moved a hundred meters in a few seconds, heading straight for the node biological core, but was forced back at the last moment by an array of bone spurs that suddenly emerged from the ground.

After retreating, Fulgrim immediately swung his sword and slashed at the Tyrant's guards who took the opportunity to pounce on him. Wherever his sword passed, the carapace melted into boiling pus.

As the tentacles broke, the node creatures let out an infrasonic scream that shattered their sanity, and the severed tentacles regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What's even more terrifying is that those scattered psychic crystals suddenly floated up and reorganized into thirty-six multi-faceted prisms, each of which refracted a deadly energy beam.

The entire chamber instantly turned into a death maze of intertwined lights.

"I hate psionics, damn it..."

Trapped among them were many Space Marines of the Emperor's Children Legion, including Fulgrim.

"For the Emperor! For the purple gold glory!" Warrior Sikaras suddenly rushed out from the flank.

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

His power sword accurately pierced the refractive core of a prism and activated the hot melt bomb on his breastplate at the same time. The moment the self-destruct device was activated, his final battle cry and the explosion sounded at the same time.

The twenty-meter-diameter fireball temporarily disrupted the psychic matrix, creating a precious window for Fulgrim to attack.

Eidolon seized the opportunity and led the remaining warriors in a desperate charge. His Terminator armor made a harsh friction sound, and he used his body to block two incoming psychic prisms for the Primarch.

The first prism pierced his left shoulder, leaving a psychic burn deep enough to see the bone; the second hit his breastplate, melting a fist-sized hole in the adamantite steel.

"Lord of the Legion, it's now!" He fell to his knees, blood oozing from his clenched teeth.

The continuous energy collision finally exceeded the endurance limit of the chamber structure. With a deafening explosion, the vacuum tore a thirty-meter-long crack in the north wall, and the violent airflow swept the bloody flesh and equipment debris into the cold space. The five soldiers who were not able to be fixed in time were instantly sucked out of the ship.

Fulgrim showed amazing adaptability in the weightless environment.

He stepped precisely on a piece of flying shell fragment, and used the force to advance more smoothly than in the atmosphere.

The plasma trail left by his blade drew a brilliant arc of purple-gold light in the vacuum, like an abstract painting of destruction.

The node creatures frantically reorganized their defenses, but a final volley from Eidolon's squad interrupted the process.

Two divinely blessed melta bombs exploded behind it, and the ultra-high temperature plasma temporarily paralyzed the regeneration system of the psychic tentacles.

The final sword was extremely plain and simple, just the simplest thrust.

But this straight stab, which embodied all the essence of Fulgrim's battles, accurately hit the resonance node of the core ganglion.

The decomposition field on the blade began to roar, completely shattering the internal structure of the node creature into elementary particles.

"Roar!!!"

As the node creatures screamed, hundreds of biological warships lost control in an instant and began to collapse under the fierce artillery fire of the Empire. The Zerg's plan was disrupted because of Fulgrim's boarding. The vanguard Zerg was defeated instantly, but the endless stream of biological warships in the rear continued to fill the gaps.

Fortunately, several silver spheres appeared behind the Imperial fleet.

"Death Star, arrived at the battlefield."

"Await your orders, my lord primarch."