Rationality Halo
Fanaticism
Light of the Emperor
Blessing
Roar
Prayer
......
Alex soared in the sky.
Numerous skills were unleashed according to his will.
A rich radiance burst forth from his majestic body, transforming him into a sun.
Golden light rain poured down, covering the entire sky,
Falling upon the Angelic scions on the ground who were locked in a bloody battle with the Tyranid.
Pulling them back from the madness of Black Rage and Blood Thirst, healing their ceaselessly bleeding wounds, and restoring their weary bodies.
Damaged Power Armor was restored to its original state by a strange power,
Depleted energy was replenished,
Even the bullets in their Boltguns were inexplicably restored.
Odamael, the Priest, looked up at the figure, tears flowing uncontrollably.
"He's back, he's truly back, bringing the Emperor's blessing and power, returning to our side once more."
"For Sanguinius."
"For Sanguinius."
Other Angelic scions who were fighting also shouted, filled with fervent zeal.
Every Blood Angel scion who had fallen into endless Black Rage had witnessed in their visions how Horus killed Sanguinius,
That indescribable pain had tormented them for ten thousand years.
And now, that pain was healed,
Simply because Sanguinius had returned to the side of the Blood Angel scions.
The Angelic scions, who had thought this battle would surely lead to their demise, saw the hope of victory.
Although they didn't know the full story,
It was clear that they had received support,
Victory would belong to them, to Sanguinius, to the Emperor.
Roar!
The Hive Tyrant in the distance let out a roar, pulling Dante's attention back,
Making the Lord of Blood realize that now was not the time to cheer for Sanguinius's return.
"Alright, I almost forgot about you."
Dante swept away his previous despair and pessimism,
Breaking free from the Black Rage and Blood Thirst, regaining control of his body and the battle.
He began issuing orders on the comms channel, instructing his warriors to rally, reduce casualties, and await reinforcements.
After receiving the blessing, Dante's previously damaged Power Armor was restored to its original state,
The crimson warning disappeared,
Replaced by normal status indicators.
Dante charged towards that Tyranids / Tyranid Tyrant.
The opponent let out a low growl, swinging its bone sword to cleave down.
Axe and sword collided, producing a clanging sound.
The glowing force fields intertwined, creating an explosive roar.
But this time, the Axe Mortalis gained the upper hand,
The Tyranids / Tyranid Tyrant's bone sword could not withstand such a collision,
Cracks appeared on the blade, and then it shattered.
Thick liquid spurted from the broken bone sword,
The eyes on the hilt spun wildly, letting out painful screams,
Most Tyranids / Tyranid weapons are symbiotic, living organisms themselves, and can be killed.
The Tyrant didn't care about the death of its symbiotic weapon, but was enraged by the change in the battle, roaring loudly.
Nearby Tyranid responded to its command, swarming from all directions, pouncing on Dante together,
Intending to completely overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
"Come on, I am your nightmare, I am your Angel of Death."
Dante shouted, charging towards the enemies without fear.
......
"The Guide is as handsome as ever."
"My heart is fiercely moved!!"
"This guy actually still dares to say he isn't Sanguinius!!"
"......"
The Players, sitting in the transport craft, preparing for an aerial insertion operation,
Watched the Guide wreak havoc in the sky, their eyes red with envy.
"Let's log off and all go leave comments on the official website. Demand that they give us wings, we want to fly too, and show off."
"I'm so angry, this is the first time I've seen a development company treat Players as supporting characters. Why are all the cool, high-light moments given to the Guide?"
"So the Guide is the developer's favorite son, no wonder such a good game is free and has no in-app purchases. We're all just supporting characters to highlight the Guide."
"There should be wings for everyone, right? As long as our levels keep increasing, everyone will definitely have wings."
"I've decided, when I go back, I'll have Dora Workshop build a pair of metal wings, the kind that can fly and retract."
"That's a great idea! If the official doesn't give them to us, can't we just make our own? Metal wings are pretty cool too."
"All American comic book heroes, who can contend with Warhammer?"
"Which American comic book hero has metal wings?"
"......"
"Tyranid are approaching, be ready to leave the transport craft at any moment."
The pilot's voice rang out, interrupting the Players' discussion.
The Players looked outside and saw a dark cloud of flapping wings and sharp limbs rapidly approaching.
Enemies were swarming from all directions towards the transport craft where the Players were located.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The multi-barreled Boltguns mounted on both sides of the fuselage rotated at high speed,
Pouring bullets onto the swarms of Tyranid.
Sizzle! Whoosh~
The turbo-laser emitter at the front of the transport craft occasionally burst forth with an extremely bright beam of light, instantly piercing through the swarm,
Tearing apart the Tyranid in its path, turning them into charred fragments of flesh and blood.
Missiles suspended on both sides of the wings whistled out, falling into the aerial swarm, unleashing astonishing explosions,
Innumerable Tyranid were blown to pieces, raining down like raindrops,
Those not completely dead wailed as they plummeted to the ground.
The aerial swarm quickly counterattacked.
Terrifying living projectiles and corrosive bio-bombs poured down like rain, dense and obscuring the sky.
Spore mines exploded in the air, spraying sharp spikes and swirling poisonous mist.
The shields of the transport craft and escort fighters flickered brightly due to the attacks.
Boom!!
The tail of one transport craft exploded, sending up billowing smoke.
Countless Tyranid swarmed forward,
Completely surrounding that transport craft, tearing it apart with their sharp limbs.
"Die, die!"
"For the Emperor, for the Guide, for that slut Tifa!"
"Come on, you bugs, I've come all this way, I have to kill enough to make it worth it."
A wounded Player fought his way out of the swarm.
The power pack on his back continuously spewed propulsive flames, allowing him to soar through the air.
The Tyranid pursued closely behind, not intending to let him escape.
The injured Player, while shooting down the pouncing Tyranid, swung his Chainsword to hack at the pursuing enemies.
The Warmaster of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group and others, seeing this, all moved to assist that Player.
They raised their Boltguns and continuously fired at the Player's location,
The roaring bolter rounds blew the pursuing Tyranid into pieces, blood and bone raining down like a downpour.
But the number of Tyranid was too great, and eventually, that Player was torn to shreds.
"How tragic."
"Tsk! Tsk!"
"......"
The Players of the Emperor Niuma Battle Group mourned for that unlucky Player.
Died right after air-dropping.
Most likely, he wouldn't make it to the Battle of Baal on the ground.
What a huge loss!
Traveled so far, only to not even get to fight!!
They could imagine the comments below his forum rant, all uniformly:
"Hehe, unlucky guy, unlucky guy!!"
Don't ask them how they knew, because they had all experienced it!!
"I think you guys shouldn't get emotional yet, because we're about to be unlucky too."
The Warmaster pointed into the distance.
Tenjiro and the others looked up and were instantly stunned.
In the sky, dark, winged vortices and black clouds appeared.
The sheer number of Tyranid formed a wall.
No transport craft could pass through unaffected and release its embarked warriors to the ground.
"Open fire, prevent them from taking control of the sky."
Under the command of the drop commander, numerous gunships and fighters simultaneously opened fire,
Forcibly clearing a path using missiles, lasers, melta, and other weapons,
Countless swarm creatures were torn apart, falling to the ground like raindrops.
Unfortunately, it was still difficult to penetrate such a massive swarm.
The swarm pressed down like a heavy dark cloud, like the end of the world, filling everyone with dread.
Boom! Boom!
The leading fighter crashed into the aerial swarm, triggering a terrifying explosion,
Bright flames illuminated the sky.
"We cannot descend to the surface, the swarm will completely seize air superiority. You have to jump down, God Chosen."
The pilot's voice sounded.
After several attempts, the commander in charge of the aerial insertion operation had to abandon the original plan.
There were too many Tyranid; their existing air power was insufficient to contend with them.
Once they landed, it was highly likely they wouldn't be able to ascend again.
"Let's go, let's go."
"Dropping from this height, the commander really doesn't care about the lives of us God Chosen!"
"Alright, stop with the useless chatter, we're jumping from here and engaging the enemy."
"....."
The Warmaster was the first to leap down from the rear ramp.
Other Players followed closely behind.
After leaping out, they quickly activated their jump packs and rushed towards the ground.
At this moment, the ground had become an ocean of chitinous shells and crimson claws.
Countless Hormagaunts, Termagants, Raveners, Zoanthropes, and other creatures covered the entire surface.
In addition, a large number of Tyranids / Tyranid structures had appeared.
Capillary towers soaring into the clouds,
Gigantic digestion pools bubbling and gurgling,
And constantly writhing, constantly producing killing units, spawning pools.
As soon as the Players landed, large and small Tyranids / Tyranid creatures swarmed them, attempting to kill them with their claws.
Boom! Boom!
Several shoulder-mounted Hellfire missiles shot out, trailing exhaust flames as they plunged into the swarm.
One of the fusion warheads hit a massive Tyranids / Tyranid creature.
A terrifying explosion instantly engulfed everything, a huge Mushroom cloud billowed upwards, and the bright light was like a sun.
The Tyranids / Tyranid creature at the very center of the explosion was instantly vaporized.
Immediately after, a terrifying shockwave swept out, tearing apart all Tyranids / Tyranid creatures in its path.
Broken flesh and corpses flew out, scattering in the air like raindrops.
The Players were also affected, but they were already accustomed to it, squatting down to reduce the area of contact with the shockwave.
Using high-power weapons at such close range was insane, and only the Players dared to do so.
"Kill!"
The Warmaster roared,
Charging at the front, his roaring chainsword tore through the alien flesh, drawing bloody arcs.
The other Emperor Niuma Battle Group Players used boltguns to clear a path, spraying everything that moved.
Besides them, more Players landed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by earth-shattering sounds, drop pods landed one by one,
Leaving exaggerated scorched, deep pits on the ground.
The hatch doors opened, and the long-awaited Players rushed out, shouting various strange slogans as they charged at the Tyranids / Tyranid creatures.
Among them, the Hammer and Sickle Battle Group Players had the most imposing arrival.
Because the Zaku 03 model mechs were equipped with propulsion systems, they didn't need transport ships to reach the ground.
They could use the propulsion system to jump directly from high altitude.
Therefore, they successfully reached the ground.
The energy blades ejected from the mechs cut through metal like mud, capable of splitting thick-shelled Tyranids / Tyranid creatures in two with a single strike.
Hellfire missiles and Skyblade missiles loaded on their backs whistled out, falling like scattered flowers from the heavens, unleashing continuous explosions.
However, due to the lack of auxiliary troops, after landing, many small Tyranids / Tyranid creatures were attempting to cling to the Zaku 03 model mechs.
And in the sky above the battlefield, Alex was still fighting those Tyranids / Tyranid winged beasts.
They were vast in number and diverse in type, gathered together in a dense, dark mass.
"Thunder."
Alex whispered, and the flames burning in his eyes grew even brighter.
The energy gathered at the end of the staff suddenly erupted, surging abnormally.
In just an instant, violent thunder was released,
Spreading for dozens of kilometers, incredibly violent, illuminating the entire sky.
The scene was like a sea of thunder destroying the world, making one's Scalp tingle with awe.
The closest Tyranids / Tyranid creatures instantly turned to ash.
Those further away turned to charcoal, while those at the edge had their brains or nerves burned away.
In just an instant, countless Tyranids / Tyranid creatures were killed, plummeting to the ground.
After the thunder disappeared, the sky cleared, and only after a long time was it reoccupied by Tyranids / Tyranid creatures.
"Too strong…"
"Guide is awesome!!"
"The Guide is undoubtedly the game developer's favorite son…"
The Players who witnessed this scene excitedly whispered among themselves.
"Why is everyone using psychic powers, but my psychic power is so much weaker than the Guide's psychic power!!"
Tenjiro showed an expression of doubting life.
He looked down at his hands, which were swirling with psychic radiance.
With the help of the Eldar, the Players successfully created psychic amplification equipment based on spirit bones and soul stones.
This equipment provided stronger amplification than mechanical devices,
Greatly enhancing their psychic strength and control over psychic powers.
This boosted the confidence of psychic Players like Tenjiro.
However, after witnessing the Guide's actions, they began to doubt life again.
"It's obvious, you have a Player panel, and the Guide has a BOSS panel. The base attributes are different, so the power is naturally different."
The Warmaster pulled his chainsword out of the alien torso, which was gushing sizzling pus.
The monster's dying screams were muffled by his enclosed helmet.
He responded to Tenjiro in the comms channel.
As soon as he finished speaking, more Tyranids / Tyranid creatures lunged at him.
The Warmaster roared again and charged at the enemy, swinging his sword to cleave a lunging Tyranids / Tyranid Warrior.
The chainsword's teeth easily sawed through the opponent's skull, earning him a [Kill Count +1] prompt.
"Is this my father's power?"
Dante, who had killed all the lunging Tyranids / Tyranid creatures, also saw the scene in the sky.
This made him widen his eyes.
The Blood Angels' scriptures never recorded Sanguinius wielding such astonishing psychic spells.
Could it be that when the Emperor resurrected him, He bestowed even more blessings?
"Could he not be Sanguinius? But a disguise of a Chaos Demon?"
A thought of doubt appeared in Dante's mind, and then it took root, clinging tightly to his thoughts.
But the next second, the soaring Saint Geleno flew to the angel's side, fending off the lunging Tyranids / Tyranid creatures for him and saluting him.
Dante recognized that gesture; it was the salute of the Sanguinary Guard to those they pledged loyalty to.
In the Blood Angels' scriptures, Saint Geleno was Sanguinius's confidential messenger, a member of the Sanguinary Guard.
He sacrificed himself to protect the Primarch during the Davin campaign, thereby receiving a blessing and growing a pair of pure white wings of light.
In other words, only the one Saint Geleno pledged loyalty to, the Blood Angels' Primarch—Sanguinius—was worthy of such a salute.
Of course, unless this fellow was the Emperor, Saint Geleno would also salute him in this manner.
But the Emperor's image was certainly not like this.
Saint Geleno's actions undoubtedly vouched for the other party being Sanguinius.
"Roar!"
The roar of the Hive Tyrant sounded, and Dante turned to look, seeing the Tyrant charging at him.
"Alien, I shall use your death to please the Blood Father."
Dante roared and charged at the Tyrant, intending to offer its death as a gift to the returned Sanguinius.
Meanwhile, at the Bloodstone Mining Field, far from the battlefield,
Mefiston and a group of psychic Librarians finally dug out a path.
During the confrontation with Kharbanda,
The blood crystal mine tunnel had collapsed due to the psychic explosion, burying them inside.
They spent a lot of time and effort digging out a path to return to the surface.
They expected a fierce battle, but upon emerging, they found that the Tyranids / Tyranid creatures near the mining field had disappeared, leaving only them.
Just as they were confused, an extremely terrifying psychic fluctuation swept over them, shocking them greatly.
"This power comes from the direction of Angel Keep. What happened there?"
Mefiston's expression was grave.
"First, call a gunship to take us back," Rascellus said.
Mefiston nodded. He opened his comms channel and tried to call the nearest vehicle.
However, a moment later, Mefiston's expression became somewhat strange.
A gunship responded to them, but the code did not belong to the Blood Angels, nor to any other successor Warband.
A few minutes later, a gunship appeared in their sight.
"Who are you?" Rascellus also noticed the problem.
"I am from Syntilla 03 Legion. We have come to Baal under the Saint's guidance to provide you with support," the pilot said.
"Come aboard, I will take you to the battlefield. You should still make it in time for the slaughter."
"If you delay too long, the God Chosen will leave nothing for you."
"Get on first." Mefiston urged the other Librarians.
Now was not the time to consider where the other party came from.
They had to return to the battlefield as quickly as possible to slaughter the aliens and make up for their failure in stopping Kharbanda."
Only after they had boarded and the gunship had taken off did he continue to question the pilot.
"Who is the Saint? Who are the God Chosen?"