The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“What a beast.”

Almost slapped by its wings, Nurus cursed, rolled to avoid the violently struggling meat pile, and stood up. At this moment, Skyfire also cleaved its spine, reducing its death throes to some trembling twitches.

Holding his weapon in reverse, Sorskyan stood on the dead Tyrant's body, his armor covered in blood, and his cloak slightly damaged, billowing in the gale stirred up by the bolters, like a blood-stained phoenix.

“A flying Termagant.”

Sorskyan drew his weapon and used his toe to flip the monster's corpse face up, revealing a narrow, oval head and the hunting tentacles distributed on it. Its body was also thin and narrow, with loose meat hooks between the rib plates on its chest, and several pairs of limbs distributed on both sides of its body, including long whips, claws, and wings. When it died, those wings slumped to the ground, like a scarlet trench coat.

“No, not just flying, but also able to use psychic powers to float in the sky, truly the ultimate hunter.”

After making his assessment, Sorskyan looked at Nurus.

“Are you hurt?”

Nurus nodded.

“Thank you for your concern, I'm fine.”

Sorskyan said nothing, picked up Skyfire, and stepped back into the battle.

Nurus watched his back, watching him swat a Warrior bug dozens of meters away like he was chasing away insects, watching him walk all the way, smashing a huge Carnifex to the ground with one punch, and then using that unique weapon to cut open the lowermost sac of the Tyrant Hive Mother, spilling a large amount of hot liquid and unformed Tyrant embryos on the scorching ground.

This ease was nothing like a battle, more like a slaughter, no, not even a slaughter, it should be a game.

For some reason, this reminded Nurus of a certain existence, the one he had once sworn to defend with honor forever, and to always be proud of.

Apart from that kind of existence, he couldn't imagine how strong this person would have to be to be able to do this.

But soon he cast aside these distractions, because there were more important things to do now, and endless enemies...

Under Sorskyan's leadership, the Space Marine team cut through the waves, advancing rapidly over the corpses of countless Tyrant creatures. Along the way, in addition to various living Tyrants, the most common things they saw were various chimneys and spore cysts, which were like evil nails rooted in the earth, shaping the entire planet into a Tyrant-suitable environment.

After advancing for more than an hour, Sorskyan finally saw the target—it could definitely be called a terrifying miracle.

In the spore cloud, a towering giant spire could be seen, its scale comparable to a small hive city. The spire was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, but the top had a huge ring and a huge sphere, which at first glance even looked like some kind of equipment.

But similarly, as they gradually approached this incredible construct, everyone could feel an increasingly powerful pressure—a mental pressure.

Those warriors who had not had the Grey Knight gene-seed implanted had already begun to experience blurred vision and auditory hallucinations, not to mention the Deathwatch. However, for security reasons, Sorskyan did not dare to directly use the power of the Grey Knight gene-seed, and could only let Mark arrange for several Carcharodons to use the Grey Knight gene-seed on the edge of the team—their power was insufficient, and would not completely shield such a powerful psychic power.

Fortunately, the Tyrant's psychic power did not seem to have so much “variability”, rarely distorting reality or opening warp rifts, etc., and only the mental pressure was still bearable.

However, those Tyrant creatures, shrouded in the high-intensity Hive Mind, became more ferocious and agile, and also knew how to use tactics. They constantly tried to pull apart the Space Marine team, separating everyone. To this end, they even organized two underground ambushes, but fortunately they were all detected by Sorskyan in advance.

However, this kind of resistance became more and more intense as they approached the target, and the quality of the Tyrant creatures also became higher and higher. Later, they could no longer see Termagants and Hormagaunts, but all Warrior bugs, an endless sea of Warrior bugs.

They moved in unison, without the chaos of the smaller creatures, as if they were a huge army, holding symbiotic weapons, and walking towards the insignificant small group of enemies.

The ranged attacks of the Hormagaunts could be ignored by the warriors, but the Warrior bugs were not to be trifled with. In this case, Sorskyan used the Hearthguard's combat satellites for the first time.

“.Coordinates accepted, charging, please stay away”

Less than ten seconds after the prompt sounded in Sorskyan's ear, a bright beam suddenly pierced the spore cloud and bombarded the ground full of Warrior bugs, followed by a second, and a third...

At the same time, huge cylinders were also dropped from orbit. When they accurately and heavily hit the ground, the huge explosion could instantly kill all living things within a kilometer around.

After a round of orbital support, the ground was scarred, and Sorskyan took the opportunity to lead the team to sprint across the vitrified black ground. Several attack speeders alternately covered the flanks of the team, using their weapons to attack those creatures that tried to approach.

After another hour of rapid sprint, that huge creation became clearer and clearer, and even Sorskyan began to feel a little frightened.

It was completely composed of barbed chitinous plates and various organs, like a living behemoth. Countless smoke and dust clung to it, spewing out hot mist. In the gaps of the carapace, strips of wriggling tentacles stretched out, like cloth strips in the wind, twisting irregularly, but psychic sparks could be vaguely seen at the tips of the tentacles. In addition, there were various biological weapons, the shapes of which were difficult to describe. Some looked like giant cannons, some looked like a big mouth, some looked like wriggling intestines, and some were completely Tyrant creatures embedded in the construct. Each biological weapon had many bright yellow eyes, which wriggled and stared neatly, bringing a sense of inhuman fear.

But the most exaggerated thing was the top. What Sorskyan had previously thought was a ring was actually composed of countless Norn Emissaries neatly arranged. They all faced inward, where there was a dim yellow floating tumor, stretching out root-like umbilical cord tissues to connect with the spire below. The surface was covered with intricate vascular patterns, and it would occasionally twitch, like a slowly beating heart.

It was this thing that made Sorskyan feel something he hadn't felt in a long time—danger.

Even more terrifying was that only Sorskyan could see such a clear picture, because the entire spire was covered by layers of psychic shields. Others simply couldn't look directly at it, even the Carcharodons. As long as they took a look, the pressure of the Hive Mind would become unbearable. When the vast wisdom of this Gestalt consciousness responded and stared at them with all its malice, they could even feel the pain of their souls being squeezed.