Mefiston and the others learned about the current situation from the pilot.
A large army had gathered in the Calixis Sector and crossed the Warp Storm to support Baal.
At this time, a large number of Warships were engaging the Hive Tyrant fleet in the void,
and reinforcements had also air-dropped onto the surface, locked in a fierce battle with the Tyranid.
The fighting on both battlefields was extremely fierce, but the human side was gradually gaining the upper hand,
and the defeat of the Tyranids / Tyranid Hive was already a foregone conclusion.
Such good news greatly uplifted the hearts of Mefiston and the other Librarians.
They had originally thought that after emerging from the collapsed Blood Crystal Mine, they would definitely miss the Battle of Baal,
or that Baal would be completely overrun by the Tyranid, and upon exiting, they would see an endless swarm of Tyranid.
Who would have thought that things would take such a turn for the better, with light appearing at the end of the tunnel?
Mefiston and the others also learned from the pilot that the decision to rescue Baal was made by the Saint, as well as the Saint's reforms in the Calixis Sector.
This filled their hearts with curiosity about the Saint,
but verbal descriptions were far less impactful than seeing it with their own eyes.
When the gunship plunged into the thunderous battlefield, they saw the Saint the pilot had spoken of.
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An Angel soared in the sky, transforming into a golden sun.
With every move, extremely violent thunder and flames erupted, slaughtering his way through the dense swarm of Tyranid.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Countless Tyranids / Tyranid corpses rained down, hitting the ground with dull thuds.
Saint Geleno assisted that Angel,
and whenever a Tyranids / Tyranid approached, he would swing his sword to fight and slay it.
"Sanguinius?"
Rascellus was shocked, unable to believe what he was seeing.
The other Librarians also exchanged glances,
followed by unconcealed excitement.
"That blessed Angel?"
Mefiston also widened his eyes.
When fighting Kharbanda, he had once traveled through the Warp and seen a blessed Angel.
But at that time, he did not feel the throbbing of his bloodline from him,
and so he didn't pay much attention.
Now, seeing him again, the feeling was completely different.
When he was enveloped by the radiance released by him,
his inner Blood Thirst and uncontrollable Black Rage disappeared without a trace,
which was even more miraculous than the many relics left by Sanguinius.
"Could it really be Sanguinius?"
Mefiston muttered to himself, his feelings conflicted.
"For the Emperor, for Baal."
A low roar came from afar,
Mefiston subconsciously looked over, and his eyes immediately widened.
"This... this..."
Seeing Mefiston stammer, Rascellus looked surprised,
as the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels, Mefiston could be said to be experienced and knowledgeable, having fought countless battles and encountered all kinds of demons and monsters.
However, how could he still be so shocked that he couldn't even speak??
What could he have seen to be so shocked!!
With confusion, Rascellus followed his gaze and also took a sharp intake of breath.
Sanguinius above, Emperor above, all Imperial heroes above,
this world must be eighty percent insane, otherwise how could such a thing happen??
Seeing both of them react so strongly, the other Librarians also turned their heads to look,
and immediately, they all gasped and widened their eyes.
A burly Ogryn, whose height was comparable to a Primarch, was slaughtering his way through the swarm of Tyranid.
He held a spiked club thicker than a human head in one hand, and a staff glowing with psychic energy in the other.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several Blade Tyranid charged over, only to be sent flying by a single swing of the Ogryn's spiked club.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning was released from the end of the staff in the Ogryn's hand,
instantly incinerating several large Tyranid.
"I must be dreaming, right?" Rascellus fell into self-doubt.
He looked up at the Angel in the sky,
then looked down at the Ogryn fighting in a bloodbath.
Could it be that when their group was buried in the Blood Crystal Mine, they were accidentally teleported to a 'parallel world',
where the Angel did not die, and Ogryn could also use psychic powers?
Just as Rascellus was lost in thought,
the voice of Chaplain Odamael sounded, pulling him back to Reality.
"Mefiston, Rascellus, you're back. I thought you had already sacrificed yourselves."
"Chaplain." Mefiston responded to him, "What's the situation now??"
"As you can see, we are fighting the Tyranid, and victory will soon be ours."
Odamael said,
"Join the battle. The details of many things will have to wait until the war is over to be slowly explained."
Mefiston and Rascellus exchanged glances,
then jumped down from the low-flying gunship,
and joined the ranks fighting the Tyranids / Tyranid Hive.
Boom! Boom!
Mefiston's psychic power was one of the best in the galaxy,
and as soon as he entered the battlefield, he quickly caused corpses to litter the ground,
wherever he went, there were shredded Tyranids / Tyranid remains torn apart by psychic energy.
His performance attracted the attention of Players like Tenjiro,
"Fangs, white hair, such powerful psychic energy, it must be Mefiston, the man rumored to have overcome the Black Rage."
Tenjiro looked enviously at the psychic energy released by Mefiston,
it was far stronger than his own.
It's really frustrating, everyone uses psychic energy,
why are NPCs so strong, while we Players are such amateurs!!
"This guy's appearance in other works would definitely be a villain. Here, he's an out-and-out loyalist."
Twisted person swung his hammer, smashing the head of a Tyranids / Tyranid,
and skillfully dodged the corrosive bodily fluids that splattered out.
"Alright, focus on the battle first. Anything else can wait until the battle is over."
The Warmaster's voice sounded in the comms, pulling the noisy Players back into the fight.
On the other side,
Dante and the Hive Tyrant's battle was also nearing its conclusion,
with the broken bodies of dozens of Hive Tyrant guards lying nearby.
These guys were all killed by Dante,
he alone had killed all of the Hive Tyrant's guards, forcing it to duel him.
Of course, Dante also paid a price,
a broken bone sword remained in his chest,
the bone sword was deeply embedded in his body, piercing his second heart and scraping his spine,
toxins surged through his blood vessels, and intense pain crawled like spiders on his nerves.
The Hive Tyrant was no better off, all its guards had been tragically killed, and half its body was on the verge of shattering, a shocking sight.
Four bone swords had been broken by Dante, three of them, and the remaining one was also full of nicks.
One more collision and it would shatter.
Clang!!
After another collision,
Dante staggered back a few steps,
at this moment, a light descended from the sky, enveloping his body.
The bone sword in his chest ignited, and in just a few breaths, it turned to ash.
The light nourished Dante's body, instantly restoring him to peak condition,
his broken armor also returned to its original state, without a single scratch.
Hive Tyrant: "..."
This is cheating, blatant cheating!
How can this be!?
If they're cheating infinitely, what's the point of fighting?
The Hive Tyrant realized it was impossible to defeat the human in front of it,
so it decisively chose to abandon the battle and turn to flee.
However, how could Dante stop there?
He leaped up, using his jump pack to fly, and swung an axe at the Hive Tyrant's back.
Roar!
As corrosive liquid spewed out, a painful roar echoed.
After dodging the corrosive liquid, Dante took out the fully charged inferno pistol from his waist.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
No aiming was needed; he just pulled out the gun and immediately pulled the trigger.
The fusion beam penetrated the bio-armor, sinking into the Tyrant's body, boiling its internal organs and blood.
A more painful roar erupted, shaking the battlefield.
Subsequently, the Hive Tyrant's body crashed to the ground with a dull thud.
Thus, the Hive Tyrant died.
Its death weakened the Hive Mind's control over the swarm, plunging the swarm into chaos.
Many Tyranid showed confused expressions.
They were no longer as fearless as before, nor as seamlessly coordinated.
The death of the Hive Tyrant completely tipped the scales of victory towards humanity.
The Blood Angels showed relieved smiles; victory was theirs after all.
However, at this moment, on Baal Secundus, things were not so simple.
Under the obstruction of Mefiston and others,
Kharbanda failed to enter Baal Prime and was stuck between Reality and the Warp.
It wasn't until the Great Rift expanded and the Warp Storm intensified
that he was able to break free, transforming into a meteor and plummeting onto Baal Secundus.
Upon reaching the ground, he immediately summoned numerous Khorne Daemons, slaughtering all living things he could see, offering a grand gift to the Blood God.
The Blood Knights Warband, stationed on Baal Secundus, were affected by Khorne's aura and utterly consumed by rage.
Captain Joel of the Blood Knights, in order to buy time for his Flesh Tearers Battle Group brothers to evacuate,
led the remaining clear-headed brothers to challenge Kharbanda, and all of them died in battle.
The Demon Hunter Battle Group, led by Zigman, was ordered to go to the surface of Baal Secundus to encircle and annihilate Kharbanda.
However, it was all too late.
Kharbanda, along with the Khorne Daemons, fought day and night without ceasing.
Whether Tyranid or uncontrolled humans, all became their targets for slaughter.
The severed heads were countless, piled into 888 Jingguan mounds.
Immediately after, devout Khorne followers chanted ancient prayers.
Eight blood sacrifices stain the throne red, eightfold praises interpret war;
Eight skull towers praise the Blood God, eight divergent paths choose the Holy Word;
Eight levels of blessings bestow divinity, eight hellish cycles reshape the mortal realm:
Eight tribulations forge the path, eight wheels of destruction shatter time and space.
"..."
As the ritual proceeded, an unimaginable tempest surged in the sea of souls behind the veil.
A terrifying aetheric storm tore open Reality and the Warp, shattering time and space.
Using this sacrifice, Kharbanda opened the path to Baal Prime.
He had sensed the Emperor's minions intervening in this war and decided to hunt their heads for Khorne.
Zigman and others, trapped by countless Daemons and unable to escape, were powerless to stop the Khorne Greater Daemon.
They could only watch as he descended upon Baal Prime.
...
In just an instant,
the sky of Baal Prime turned a deep, ugly red, obscuring the sunlight.
A startling rift opened, and the light of the Warp poured forth.
An indescribable rage welled up in the hearts of the Blood Angels.
Blood Thirst and Black Rage responded to Khorne's call, making them roar, their eyes bloodshot.
At this moment, a colossal figure, burning with flames, emerged from the rift,
stepping onto the soil of Baal Prime, letting out a deafening roar.
Vast numbers of Khorne Daemons surged in from his sides, joining the chaotic battlefield.
"Kharbanda!" Dante struggled to suppress the rage in his heart, shouting the Daemon's name.
Normally, Kharbanda would have acknowledged Dante.
But now, his entire attention was on Alex in the sky.
[Rationality Aura]
[Light of the Emperor]
Alex used his abilities to prevent Kharbanda's inherent bloody light from polluting ordinary humans, preventing him from dragging the Blood Angels into hell.
"Another little angel? A damned little fellow created by The Cursed one."
Kharbanda looked at Alex, baring his fangs and grinning.
"Daemon." Alex stared intensely at Kharbanda on the ground, filled with killing intent.
"I know what you're going to say next, something like you're going to banish me in the name of The Cursed one, aren't you?!"
Kharbanda grinned.
Having fought humans so many times, he could be said to know these guys very well.
"Silence!"
Alex wasted no words, directly activating Dark Tongue, and a power unlike psychic energy erupted.
A silent implosion shook the world, and an invisible force twisted laws and the fundamental elements that constitute the universe.
Kharbanda was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, raising clouds of dust.
"Good opportunity." Little Fatty, seeing Kharbanda fall, instantly became interested.
Hunting a Greater Daemon scored more points.
"Kill!"
He controlled the Zaku Type-03 Power Armor and charged forward.
Then he activated his flight pack, leaping high, and with the force of splitting a mountain, he brought his axe down towards the opponent.
"One strike, two halves, Ruyi Divine Sword!"
Little Fatty shouted, and the beam saber in the Zaku Type-03 Mech's hand cut through the air, striking down towards the Daemon's head.
Kharbanda, who had just gotten up, swung his battle axe to block, but the heavy force made his knees buckle, and he knelt on one knee.
"Die, Daemon."
Little Fatty controlled the mech, continuously pressing down, attempting to split the opponent in two.
"Roar!"
Kharbanda roared, his strong muscles bulging, and the rage burning on his body grew even more intense.
Then, he forcefully pushed the Zaku Type-03 Mech away.
Subsequently, he grew as large as the mech and charged towards it.
The mech staggered backward, losing its balance.
Kharbanda then rushed forward, swinging his battle axe, hacking at the opponent.
Amidst roars, he hacked the mech into pieces.
"Damn it!"
In the Players' area chat channel, Little Fatty's last chat message abruptly cut off.
Boom!
The shattered mech exploded, but Kharbanda had already left, flapping his wings to appear before Alex.
"Cute little angel, you have two choices. Submit to the God of Blood and War, or be utterly destroyed."
Kharbanda said.