"How long until Abaddon arrives?"
"At most, half a Terran hour."
Sith looked in the direction indicated by orac; deep in the distant void, Abaddon was about to breach into the real universe from there.
Having confirmed the time, Sith turned his head back to what was in front of him, where the ancient ship carrying the will of this Tyranid tendril was fleeing with all its might.
"Half an hour is enough to wipe out the Tyranids."
Sith spoke, then turned and teleported, appearing in front of the ancient ship that had been fleeing for some time.
The ancient ship, which had been steadily accelerating to sub-light speed, saw the 'sun' suddenly appear before it. All its deceleration organs activated instantly, and its massive form hurriedly swerved to the side.
Even with the golden light surrounding him, Sith appeared infinitesimally small standing before the ancient ship.
At this moment, all observation and targeting equipment on the ground was activated, locked onto the footage transmitted back from the void, allowing everyone to witness this 'awkward' scene.
A massive stellar behemoth was actually scared into taking a detour by a human the size of one of its cells?!
Unlike ordinary bio-ships, the ancient ship served as the core of the tendril; the Tyranids would not treat it like a common bio-ship to be discarded at will.
When the importance of a certain individual reaches a certain level, even the Tyranids will display a reaction akin to 'fear'.
At least in the eyes of the humans on the ground, the Tyranids, who had been beating humanity until they couldn't catch their breath, were actually...
Scared!
They were truly scared. Even Lorgar Aurelian, watching the footage on his private big screen, kept a straight face, unable to even muster a retort.
The ancient ship had no expression, but its actions and reactions, from any perspective, displayed terror toward Sith.
Then, just when everyone thought the ancient ship was going to change direction and continue running, a massive burst of golden light flashed beside Sith. orac had actually used divine power to teleport to the other side where the ancient ship was preparing to flee!
It was teleportation, not Warp jump.
Although the final result was the same, the underlying implication was completely different.
On the ground, members of the Ecclesiarchy had just placed the urgently carved statue of Sith on the altar, but after looking at the screen above, they held back for a long time before gritting their teeth, picking up their carving tools, and turning back to work.
Fine~
They had to carve a statue for Lord Sith's vehicle as well.
Lorgar Aurelian also straightened up abruptly, his eyes, along with the eyes of the large number of Custodians behind him, staring blankly at the scene on the screen.
Wait, that's a warship! And a massive flagship like orac, at that.
It can teleport too?!
Lorgar Aurelian followed this train of thought, and his expression became strange when considering future fleet battles involving orac.
Can you imagine it?
The enemy lines up, ready for an intense exchange of fire with orac.
Only to suddenly discover that this massive ship not only refuses to stay put and take their focused fire, but instead keeps 'side-stepping' around them.
Just as their cannons aim to the left, orac jumps to the right; the cannons point to the right, and orac jumps back to the left.
Just thinking about that scene, Lorgar Aurelian felt a tingling sensation on his scalp as he empathized with the enemies who would have to face orac.
Then, he suddenly snapped back to reality, frantically reminding himself that they were allies while glancing with pity toward the location where Abaddon was about to appear.
At the same time, he was curious about Abaddon's reaction once he emerged.
Soon, the exclamations of those around him drew Lorgar Aurelian's attention away from Abaddon.
He hurriedly looked back at the private big screen in front of him. As the Ecclesiarchy below worshipped frantically, orac, which should have long since exhausted its ammunition, was madly spewing brilliant golden light upon the completely frozen body of the ancient ship!
The Macro Cannon arrays were still firing, but what they shot out were no longer physical shells, but brilliant divine light!
This divine light hit the ancient ship, directly tearing away large chunks of chitinous fragments, with power even greater than the Macro Cannons.
Moreover, Lorgar Aurelian was more observant than the people below who were busy worshipping.
He opened his eyes wide and scanned carefully, and sure enough, he discovered that some Macro Cannons were not only shooting divine light, but also holy light that contained physical shells.
When the shells combined with the divine light, a single shot actually pierced directly through the ancient ship's massive body.
Under this nearly unreasonable firepower, Lorgar Aurelian and everyone on Terra saw the distant Tyranid War Beasts standing silently in place, looking at Sith and orac, their chests rising and falling silently, as if they had sighed...
However, Lorgar Aurelian showed disdain on his face at this scene, even unable to help but retort:
"What's there to be speechless about?"
"After all, compared to a soulless thing like you, the ones who should be sighing more are those Warp Daemons, right?"
Thinking of the Warp Daemons following Vashtorr, preparing to feast in the real universe, and about to face this holy ship that had extra damage bonuses against daemons, Lorgar Aurelian's gaze, in addition to pity, also carried a hint of compassion.
For the Warp Daemons, this was truly like a whip dipped in chili sauce; the more they were whipped, the more excited they got!
Whether it was because Lorgar Aurelian had looked too many times, or because the Tyranids' emotions had already been transmitted through the Hive Mind shadow.
At this moment, in the shipping lane about to exit the Warp, the massive Longlin Star was leading a huge fleet, rapidly approaching Terra.
Inside Longlin Star, Abaddon, who had finally managed to cobble together the ancient artifact and used it to recruit a large number of traitor fleets, gradually lost the anticipation he previously had for 'beating up' Sith.
He just stared blankly at the countdown getting closer and closer, his bald forehead wrinkling into 'mountains'.
Then, facing Vashtorr's surprise, Abaddon reached out and rubbed his smooth forehead vigorously.
"I don't know why.
The closer I get to Terra,
The more anxious I feel!"
Abaddon was anxious and restless, while Vashtorr, looking at Abaddon, whose forehead could actually wrinkle, glanced toward Terra, somewhat speechless.
Abaddon's forehead, which had been smooth for ten thousand years, had actually been wrinkled by Sith's beatings!
That once smooth and reflective forehead was no longer shining!
Vashtorr could not feel Abaddon's anxiety; his senses were being covered by the Hive Mind shadow, and he just 'comforted' his ally with annoyance.
"Our plan has already succeeded; as long as it is used properly and we rely on the ancient artifact, Sith will soon become a thing of the past."
Vashtorr spoke, though his attitude could hardly be called kind.
Abaddon reached out to flick away the cold sweat on his forehead and took a deep breath, trying to steady his mind.
He took one last look at the artifact that had completely merged into Longlin Star, and finally regained some composure.
"Right, we have the ancient artifact, we are not afraid."
Abaddon didn't know if he was responding to Vashtorr or cheering himself up. Just as he finished speaking, Longlin Star finally rushed out of the Warp.
Abaddon gritted his teeth and stood up straight, about to deliver a declaration to the massive fleet he had recruited, when the first image he saw upon opening his eyes was the ancient ship in the distance being pressed to the ground and hammered by a sun.
The words Abaddon had started to say instantly turned into a shrill, duck-like squawk:
"The God-Emperor?!
Is up?!!!!"
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