Chapter 1142 Shadow Sun, Ether: ...

The core star field of the Tau Empire, the Ether Temple

The light of the holographic projection flowed in the circular hall, reflecting the solemn faces of the Etheric Elders.

Yingyang's image was suspended in the center, her forehead wrapped in medical gel and her left arm fixed with a biological bandage, but her eyes were still as sharp as a knife.

"Lion El'Jonson..." The voice of the Supreme Aether sounded like an ancient bronze bell. "He destroyed the entire fleet by himself?"

Yingyang's image nodded slightly, and the battle record was replayed in the projection.

That was the scene of Ryan's massacre in the "Eye of Aether".

The Primarch's blade cut through battle suits like tearing thin paper, his strength crushed the defenses of the Tau warriors, and his speed made the most advanced pulse weapons seem clumsy and ridiculous.

"This is not an ordinary genetically enhanced warrior." Yingyang's voice was calm, but his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the wound, "This is... something more ancient."

The Etheric Elders exchanged glances, their pupils shrinking slightly in the dim light.

The air in the temple became heavy with collective thinking; even the holographic projection showed slight interference ripples.

At this moment, Ether O'Caso suddenly raised his hand, and the projection switched to the galaxy map.

The borders of the Tau Empire are marked with a serene blue, while a glaring scarlet area lies like a festering wound on the eastern border - the Enclave of Farsight.

"Foresight's rebel fleet has once again attacked supply lines in the Kwa'Tla sector."

O'Caso's forehead trembled slightly. "They seized three new cruisers and two battle suit storage depots."

The other Aether Ra'Moen's bone armor made a slight clicking sound, a sign of anxiety.

"Worse, he is spreading heresy. Three outlying colonies have already pledged allegiance to the Enclave."

Shadowsun's projection straightened up. "We need more commanders."

"Excellent commanders cannot be manufactured on a production line."

Aza'Reis' voice was filled with rare fatigue. "Since Farsight took away the Third Fleet, one-third of the elite graduates of the Fire Military Academy have followed him."

The holographic projection suddenly flickered, and a front-line battle report cut in.

In the picture, a Tau Empire patrol fleet was burning, its hulls covered with scars of precise bombardment - a signature tactic of the Farsight Force.

"They learn too fast." Ying Yang stared at the battle damage report, "This attack pattern..."

"It's a variation of the human blitzkrieg." Aza'Reis interrupted. "Foresight always over-respects the inefficient tactics of humans."

At this moment, the originally stable holographic projection suddenly began to flicker, and its light began to distort.

This sudden change instantly made the nerves of the Ethers present tense. They stared at the projection screen with wide eyes, and an ominous premonition surged in their hearts.

Suddenly, the image of a Tau Empire fleet commander, Fire Admiral Keith Thor, forced his way into the meeting.

However, the Keith Thor that appeared before everyone was very different from the image they remembered.

His battle helmet was shattered, revealing his terrified face.

There was a creepy horror reflected in his eye sockets, as if he had just witnessed something extremely terrible.

"Lord Ether! Emergency!" Keith Thor's voice was filled with fear and despair, "The Third Defense Fleet - we are -"

However, before he could finish his words, he was abruptly interrupted by a sudden powerful force.

The next second, the entire communication screen began to shake violently as if there was a strong earthquake.

Under the influence of this force, Keith Thor's body was pulled to the side like a puppet with its strings cut.

The Ethers didn't even have time to let out a cry of surprise. They could only watch as a scarlet afterimage flashed across the screen like lightning. Then, there was a deafening roar -

"boom!!!"

Along with this loud noise, Keith Thor's head instantly exploded in the picture, and blue-purple blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing on the camera.

The scarlet blood quickly spread, dyeing the entire picture into a turbid purple-red color, which was disgusting.

In an instant, the Ether Temple fell silent, and a deathly silence enveloped everyone.

Then, heavy footsteps were heard.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The communication screen was roughly grabbed by a large armored hand, and a hideous face filled the entire projection.

That figure was none other than Angron, one of Yang Cheng's men.

Angron's blood-red pupils burned in the darkness, like two burning flames, emitting a frightening light. His power armor was covered with a solemn black-gold paint, flashing a mysterious light, and the double-headed eagle emblem on the breastplate shone brightly, as if telling of his glory and majesty. And those terrifying skull reliefs surrounded his shoulder armor, giving people a feeling of both sacredness and terror. This was the blessing given to him by Yang Cheng after he ascended to the devil, and it was also a symbol of his power.

“Run, bugs.” Angron’s voice was like sandpaper rubbing against steel, full of harshness and roughness, making people shudder.

His voice echoed in the darkness, like a roar from hell, "Run faster."

The picture was shaking violently, as if the whole world was trembling with his arrival.

Angron turned around, and the two chain axes in his hands, Blood Father and Blood Son, roared at the same time, making a deafening roar, as if two ferocious beasts were roaring.

In the corridor of the Tau Empire battleship, the defense line formed by thousands of Fire Caste warriors seemed so fragile in front of him, like thin paper.

Angron swung his chainsaw axe mercilessly. With the first sweep of the axe, dozens of Fire Warriors were cut in half in an instant. While their upper bodies were still spinning in the air, the second axe had already come down like lightning, splitting hundreds of Fire Warriors in half from head to toe.

Blue-purple blood spurted out like a fountain, splashed onto the cabin wall, and was then thrown into a ball of blood mist by the high-speed rotating saw teeth.

The bloody smell filled the air, making people sick.

“For the Emperor!” Angron’s roar shattered the nearby lighting fixtures. “For the Golden Throne!”

His charge was not a tactical advance, but a storm of pure destruction.

Several XV8 Crisis Battlesuits tried to intercept. The ion cannon had just been charged when Angron leapt up. Bloodfather's chainsaw axe split the mecha's head from top to bottom. Bloodson pulled it horizontally, and the whole battlesuit was cut in half. The driver was minced into meat by the teeth before the explosion.

The nerves of the Ethers trembled violently, and the projection images kept switching as Angron moved. To them, this was not a tactical record, but a live broadcast of a massacre.

In the engine room, Angron hacked dozens of engineers to pieces along with their control consoles.

In the medical bay, he tore open the blast-proof door and crushed the wounded hiding inside along with the medical bay.

On the bridge, he crushed the breastplates of Tau naval officers or shoved their heads into their chests.