Dante gazed at the Necron Overlord before him.
This Necron Overlord, Anrakyr the Traveller, was clearly not the same one he had encountered previously.
However, this Overlord also conversed with Dante using a standard high gothic that Dante found almost overly elaborate.
Every pronunciation, every word of his was carefully considered, and Dante was no less meticulous.
The two of them thus exchanged their objectives with such elaborate formality.
Anrakyr the Traveller exuded the typical arrogance common among Necron Overlords.
He declared Tyranid to be an interstellar pest, and that no Necron Overlord should ignore the threat they posed.
To eliminate this pest, Anrakyr the Traveller was willing to cooperate with the Archangel's descendants, namely Dante and his group, to eradicate the Tyranid entrenched in this star system.
Dante nodded slightly; both he and Anrakyr the Traveller understood that even with the combined fleets of the Blood Angels and the Necron, they could not defeat the Tyranid entrenched in the Netherworld Star System.
In the void, millions of bio-warships occupied the space.
The number of ships possessed by the Tyranid even surpassed the combined ground units of the Necron and humans in the Netherworld Star System.
Similarly, achieving victory on the ground was also an impossibility.
Anrakyr the Traveller's metallic body reflected the dim crimson light of Ashford's sky.
The silent ruins of the shattered Vordia city attested to his viewpoint.
Every spire and hab-block of this hive city was occupied by countless Tyranid.
Thus, Anrakyr the Traveller presented his plan to Dante.
Within the Netherworld Star System, there was a terrible weapon capable of destroying most of the Tyranid fleet.
That was the ancient construct known to humans as the "magnificent prism" and to the Necron as "Starflame."
It was part of the Necron Maynarkh Dynasty's massive stellar energy utilization system, a colossal prism capable of drawing energy from the Netherworld Star System's crimson binary stars.
Humans had discovered the magnificent prism on Tartarus and modified it, allowing it to transmit stellar energy to every planet within the Netherworld Star System.
"Your technology is as childish as infants playing with mud, but this time, the mud also has its use," Anrakyr the Traveller proudly declared.
According to him, the magnificent prism could not only draw energy but also be used as a weapon.
Through the modifications made by humans, Anrakyr the Traveller could cause the magnificent prism to unleash a devastating beam of stellar energy.
This energy beam, by its design, would be fired into the core of the gas giant Aelos.
The gas giant would then explode, sweeping across the entire star system.
At that time, the Necron and human fleets would hide behind the stars, escaping the explosion.
The Tyranid would lose most of their fleet, incinerated into ash in the void.
To achieve this, Anrakyr the Traveller required Dante's cooperation.
Firstly, Anrakyr the Traveller's Crypteks would travel to Tartarus to reactivate the magnificent prism.
Afterward, he himself would go with Dante to the Mechanical Spire on Ashford to gain control of the magnificent prism.
Additionally, the Battle Sisters on Lexio had to ensure the proper functioning of the Helios Relay in the Crawler convoy, to act as a relay station to transmit stellar energy.
And finally, the light of the stars would fall upon Aelos, igniting the planet's core and causing an unparalleled explosion.
Dante slowly nodded; the Necron clearly had their own agenda.
But the current situation was so desperate that he had to make the right choice.
He agreed to the Necron's plan and, by his authority as an Astartes Chapter Master, would issue an Exterminatus order for the entire Netherworld Star System.
The meeting quickly concluded.
The Necron displayed cold efficiency, quickly departing to begin their operations.
Dante, meanwhile, turned to see General Drost limping towards him.
General Drost saw his own weary face reflected beneath Dante's golden mask.
"My Lord, I respect your wisdom. But can the Necron truly be trusted?" General Drost asked words he would never have uttered before.
Once, he could have firmly stated that he would cooperate with xenos for victory, but now General Drost was filled with doubt.
"Do I trust the Necron? No, not at all."
Dante shook his head slightly:
"I have led my Chapter for centuries, General, and I think we both understand one truth. Some wars cannot be won, and that is the problem we face."
"We must do what we can, even if it is full of risks, but we still must do it."
Dante gazed at the weary old general and said softly:
"Just as you trust that man named Alexander. Although Sister Adeleide and you both assured me he was not corrupted by Chaos, Sister Adeleide even vouched for him with her life, assuring me that Alexander is a devout follower of the Adeptus Ministorum, beyond loyal."
"But you didn't, you only assured me that he was not corrupted by Chaos or xenos. But is he loyal? Devout?"
General Drost lowered his head slightly. He wished he could tell Dante that Alexander was a devout and loyal follower of the Adeptus Ministorum.
But...
Recalling some of Alexander's remarks, General Drost's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Especially those words he had once mentioned: "Bloodthirst," "Black Rage," "chicken meatballs," "angel sauce," "Second Empire."
General Drost instinctively felt that uttering these words might lead to some undesirable consequences.
This was a judgment ability he had developed over a hundred years of combat. He even felt that these words were more dangerous than a daemon Prince of Chaos.
So he chose silence, and the training of the Cadia warriors also kept them collectively silent.
"But you still chose to trust him."
"Just as you and your warriors concealed some details from me, I still chose to trust you."
Dante looked at General Drost and said:
"We all have secrets, but as long as we can ultimately uphold the will of the Emperor and Sanguinius, and save more people..."
"..then even if it means cooperating with xenos, or humbling myself before death, I will accept it."
General Drost nodded slowly and stiffly: "My Lord, may the Emperor bless you, and us."
With that, General Drost turned and walked away.
Dante watched Drost's retreating back, sighing softly in his heart.
The Broodlord had severely damaged the general's mind, but he had not yet fallen. Perhaps with a suitable opportunity, he could still unleash his former strength.
"My Lord." Mephiston walked towards Dante, a hint of weariness on his face as well.
After deploying to Ashford via drop pod, Dante and Mephiston encountered a powerful Neurothrope.
Mephiston defeated it, but in doing so, he directly confronted the hive mind and had not yet fully recovered.
"Captain Kaelen encountered resistance; the genestealer have gathered in the governor's Palace..." Mephiston said.
Dante nodded slightly.
He had learned of the governor's and the genestealer patriarch's entangled feud from General Drost.
"Are they now trapped by the genestealer?" Dante asked.
"Not anymore," Mephiston shook his head. "The genestealer have fled."
"After Captain Kaelen noticed this, he contacted the injured Avery Monk. Avery Monk personally witnessed a man in silver power armor suddenly appear and blast the genestealer patriarch to death with the main cannon of a Leman Russ Eradicator."
".." Dante blinked slowly, processing Mephiston's words.
A man in silver power armor, blasted the genestealer patriarch to death with the main cannon of a Leman Russ Eradicator.
"Alexander?" Dante thought of the man whom the Astra Militarum soldiers spoke of almost as a demigod.
"I suspect so," Mephiston agreed with Dante and continued, "After he appeared, the Tyranid also made a move."
"Large numbers of Tyranid began to surge towards the governor's Palace, and even the figure of a hive Tyrant appeared among them... along with quite a few Executioner and Screamer-Killer."
"The hive mind values him so much?" Dante murmured to himself.
"Captain Kaelen and his men might also be trapped in the governor's Palace because of this."
Mephiston looked at the distant, towering governor's Palace, where a dense chitinous ocean was surging towards it:
"Should we send reinforcements?"
"Of course."
Dante nodded slightly:
"Let the Death Company act."
Augustus had a dream.
What a beautiful dream it was.
In the dream, his parents were not corrupted by genestealer, but returned safely after an interstellar voyage.
His mother embraced him – which was not in line with noble etiquette.
His father praised him for managing Ashford so well in his absence – which was also not in line with noble etiquette.
"You are the best heir, and will become the best governor."
His father praised young Augustus thus.
Later, later his parents had another son.
Tiberius Augustus, a pure, unmutated, lovely younger brother.
As time passed, his parents grew old and died.
Augustus became the governor, and his younger brother Tiberius became his right-hand man.
The two brothers managed Ashford together.
They transformed the Lower Nest, expelled gangs, and allowed workers to live in safer environments.
They also strengthened their armaments, establishing a PDF force almost as powerful as the Astra Militarum.
They even launched an Expedition into the Bottom Nest, clearing out many malevolent presences entrenched within it.
Finally, finally, the Tyranid descended from the sky.
But Augustus did not flee this time.
He led the PDF to stand on the front lines of the battlefield.
Tiberius was with him, and Alexander and General Drost also stood by his side.
They were like heroes then...
Augustus knew these were all false, of course.
But he still couldn't help but immerse himself in it, in this beautiful future...
"You are a hero, Augustus. Everyone has their responsibilities, and you fulfilled yours."
In the dream, Alexander patted Augustus on the shoulder, saying with approval.
"What the hell are you sleeping for?!" Suddenly, Alexander's voice truly rang in Augustus' ear.
"What the hell are you sleeping for?!"
Alexander kicked the face of the hungover Augustus.
Augustus immediately tumbled off the crimson sofa, clutching his aching face as he scrambled to his feet—
Before he could fully stand, Alexander delivered another kick to his head.
Augustus let out a pig-like wail, his back hitting the wall, completely unable to stand.
"Alexander." Augustus gasped, looking in terror at the approaching Alexander.
"Don't kill me." He pleaded weakly.
Before he could continue begging, Alexander reached into his four-dimensional pocket.
The grotesque, twisted triangular head was tossed into Augustus' arms.
Augustus looked in horror at the alien head in his embrace.
"Tiberius."
Augustus' voice was incredibly complex, as if simultaneously filled with pain, relief, and fear.
This was his brother's head.
His blood relative, his blood feud, his fear.
"Hahahahahahaha." Augustus' throat let out a hysterical laugh.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes, and he clutched his brother's head tightly in his arms.
"Tiberius, my brother, hahahaha, I didn't expect the same end to await us in the end."
Augustus eerily caressed the head, meticulously examining every detail, as if trying to discern traces of his brother's former humanity.
If this was the case, dying with Tiberius like this seemed...
Smack!!!
Alexander delivered a resounding slap to Augustus' face.
Before Augustus could react, he snatched the Hellworm's head from his arms.
"Tiberius!" Augustus wailed, not knowing why Alexander snatched the head back.
"Did I say I was giving it to you?" Alexander stomped on Augustus' shoulder, and then, right in front of him, stuffed the head into his four-dimensional pocket.
That head was just for Augustus to see; he still needed to exchange it for money.
"Kill me."
Augustus said in a hoarse voice:
"For the sake of me having once driven out Tiberius, and for providing you with an illegal psyker unit."
"Grant me a quick death."
"A quick death is also a reward, Augustus."
Alexander looked down at Augustus, his tone almost devoid of anger, merely stating flatly:
"You still don't understand, you never understand. You don't deserve a reward."
"You merely did a trivial part of what you were supposed to do."
Alexander glanced at the trembling Augustus.
He actually wasn't angry with Augustus.
This guy had indeed wanted to kill him, but that was nothing. Just kill him back, and Alexander had indeed come to do that.
People can kill others, and they should be prepared to be killed by others; that's fair.
But when he saw Augustus hiding in the underground palace, completely drunk, Alexander remembered some people.
He remembered Joan, One-Eye, Reyna, and also the gang thugs who fought alongside the Astra Militarum and marched to their deaths in the hive city. He even remembered Mont and Marquite.
Even if some had taken the wrong path, they were all trying to save Ashford.
This should have been Augustus' responsibility.
Especially when Augustus was shamelessly begging for a painless death.
When he was begging for a reward for doing a small part of what he should have done.
How dare he?
A single sip of the alcohol he drank was enough for a hive city thug to live a lifetime.
And those hive city thugs, even the timid and cowardly ones like Lager, stood on the front lines against the Tyranid.
They never asked for anything.
Alexander felt no anger or hatred towards Augustus.
He just felt that Augustus was shameless and didn't deserve a quick death.
And for such shameless people, he knew a way to punish them.
Khorne's mortal champion and World Eaters Eighth Captain, Khârn, had demonstrated it with Erebus.
He slowly extended his hand and grabbed one of Augustus' arms.
Rip, rip, rip, rip, rip!!!!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
Blood gushed from Augustus' shoulder.
Alexander had forcibly torn off one of his arms. He held the shoulder of the severed arm, pointing the hand towards Augustus.
"Stand up." Alexander looked down at Augustus, speaking in a flat tone.
Augustus dared not disobey. He trembled as he slowly rose from the ground.
He stared intently at Alexander, expecting to see anger, hatred, and reproach in Alexander's eyes.
But there was none of that. There was only calmness and composure in Alexander's eyes. He even sighed softly.
Smack!!!!
Another resounding slap landed on Augustus' face.
His own hand slapped his own face. Alexander used his severed arm as a weapon.
Augustus staggered and collapsed against the wall.
"Oh my!"
Alexander said in a playful voice:
"Why are you hitting yourself? Don't be so self-reproaching!"
Augustus gasped, looking up at Alexander in disbelief.
Pain, searing pain, and humiliation assailed him, making Augustus cry out.
"Stand up." Alexander said again, still waiting.
Augustus trembled as he stood up. He wanted to run—
But Alexander didn't give him the chance.
He swung Augustus' severed arm again, slapping him in the face.
Augustus trembled and fell to the ground.
Alexander swung his severed arm, slapping him repeatedly in the face.
"Stand up." Alexander said once more.
Augustus struggled to get up.
He had thought he could accept death, but now the fear of death returned, so swiftly, even surpassing all he had endured in the past few decades.
He knelt on the ground, sobbing, hugging his legs tightly.
"I didn't do anything wrong." Augustus said hoarsely.
Alexander sighed deeply.
"Then why are you hitting yourself in self-reproach?" Alexander said, swinging Augustus' severed arm.
Captain Kaelen looked at the horrifying scene before him.
Augustus, without a doubt, the heap of matter before him was Augustus.
It was a pile of rotten flesh, bones broken, flesh beaten solid, skin almost invisible.
And the weapon that caused all this was... Captain Kaelen looked at the severed arm placed next to the heap of Augustus.
It was Augustus' own severed arm, its end a bloody mess.
Clearly, someone had used Augustus' own severed arm to repeatedly beat him into this pulpy state.
What filled Captain Kaelen's face with dread the most was that he was still alive!
Augustus was still alive! Even in this state, he was alive!
The person who committed these acts must have been extremely patient, beating Augustus inch by inch into this state, while avoiding fatal injuries.
But Augustus wouldn't live much longer. With such severe injuries, Augustus would inevitably die slowly, little by little, and he himself would clearly feel life slipping away.
Augustus' eyes, half-protruding from his skull, stared intently at Captain Kaelen.
Captain Kaelen understood that this was a plea for mercy, for him to grant him death.
But...
"The Chapter Master's order to me is to bring you back alive."
Calian said coldly.
He looked at the surrounding piles of wine bottles and various rotting fruits, and understood the luxurious life this governor had led underground.
Meanwhile, the Cadians and Ashfordians were dying before the Tyranid.
Captain Kaelen knew that Augustus would definitely not survive, and probably wouldn't last until they evacuated from Ashford.
But Captain Kaelen would absolutely respect the wishes of that man—the man who killed the Hellworm and saved Avery Monk.
To make Augustus experience the feeling of slowly dying.
He found a bag nearby, and with another Battle-Brother, carefully put Augustus into the bag, then carried him on his shoulder and left.
Carrying Augustus, he began the evacuation.
Captain Kaelen could already hear the sound of the Tyranid approaching.
Alexander stood on a tall tower outside the palace, looking up at the chitinous ocean surging towards them.
The Tyranid knew his location and had begun their hunt.
But Alexander was not alone, nor was the hive mind the only hunter.
"For the Emperor! For Sanguinius!!!"
A roar echoed from the sky, as warriors in black armor with red markings descended from the clouds on individual thrusters.
Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of burning flames and the roar of Chainswords.
Then came a roar filled with anger and madness:
"Men! Let the traitors witness! How the Sons of Sanguinius fight against these traitors who defile Terra!!!!"
Captain Kaelen, who had withdrawn from the palace, also witnessed this scene.
Both Alexander and he knew that reinforcements had arrived.
The moment these black-armored warriors descended, the tide of aliens began to erupt in sprays of blood, the black-armored warriors like a furious black tide, punishing the blasphemous xenos.
"Death Company." Alexander said softly.
The Death Company, Blood Angels steeped in the Black Rage, were consumed by memories of the battle on the Vengeful Spirit ten thousand years ago, believing themselves to be part of that ancient conflict.
They are patients driven to madness, the inescapable destiny of the Blood Angels, and also unparalleled warriors.
In their madness, they seem to gain a portion of Sanguinius' power, becoming the embodiment of the Chapter's fury.
So the Blood Angels reorganized these warriors, fallen into the Black Rage, into the Death Company and deployed them to the battlefield.
Most of them would die on the battlefield, fighting one last time for the Emperor and Sanguinius, finding a moment of peace after their madness.
To counter the Tyranid, Commander Dante deployed this group of enraged warriors. Alexander even noticed a Death Company Dreadnought, also afflicted by the Black Rage, on the battlefield.
Even when encased in a Dreadnought, these ancient warriors, almost deceased, could not escape the curse of the Black Rage.
These warriors were so efficient and powerful.
Just moments ago, Alexander and the warriors of the Holy Blood Angels First Company were prey, besieged by the Tyranid.
But now, the line formed by the Death Company almost completely withstood the Tyranid tide's assault.
Rip!!!
As Alexander stood atop the tower, watching the battlefield before him, the sound of blades tearing through the air rang out.
A Winged Tyranid Prime swooped down from the sky like a hawk.
It spread its membrane wings, obscuring the crimson sky, and swung its sharp claws towards Alexander.
Alexander's figure flickered, instantly vanishing from his spot, only to reappear behind the Winged Tyranid Prime in the blink of an eye.
He grabbed the Winged Tyranid Prime's head and slammed it hard onto the tower.
"Ah!!!!"
The Winged Tyranid Prime let out a sharp shriek as its head crashed heavily against the marble outer wall of the tower.
The marble cracked, and its head was forcibly embedded into the wall by Alexander, sending fragments of rock flying.
Just then, a piercing, sharp shriek echoed in the distance.
A Screamer-Killer spread its arms, its mouth gathering whistling, brilliant blue plasma.
With a crackling sound of electricity, the flickering blue biological plasma sphere shot towards Alexander in mid-air.
Alexander grabbed the Winged Tyranid Prime's head and threw it heavily towards the plasma sphere.
With a roar of electricity, the biological plasma sphere collided with the Winged Tyranid Prime, electricity crackled and splashed, and blue light illuminated the air.
Captain Kaelen and his group's gazes were also drawn to it.
They saw Alexander, clad in his Phantom Thief DX Suit, vanish in an instant, only to reappear beside the Screamer-Killer.
His metal-covered fist swung out fiercely, and the Screamer-Killer hastily extended its four sharp claws to block.
With a clang of metal, the Screamer-Killer staggered back several steps, and cracks appeared on its four sharp claws.
"It's him!" Avery, with a broken leg, recognized the familiar figure, his pupils contracting slightly.
Captain Kaelen immediately realized that the man before him was Kai Dao Duola DX, who had saved Avery and killed the genestealer patriarch.
Captain Kaelen hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his Baal's Wrath, which was accumulating an energy field, and leaped towards the Screamer-Killer and Alexander.
The energy stored in this master-crafted thunder hammer was suddenly released, transforming into flashes of blue light.
Bang!!!
Baal's Wrath struck the Screamer-Killer heavily. The Tyranid Behemoth roared in response, creating distance between itself and Captain Kaelen and Alexander.
At the same time, the Terminator warriors quickly understood their Captain's meaning.
Fight alongside the mysterious man.
Bolter fire and flames poured out, striking the Screamer-Killer.
Calian nodded at Alexander, then, holding Baal's Wrath, charged towards the Screamer-Killer.
"My sons react very quickly, don't they?" said Sanguinius. "Unlike Guilliman's sons, most of them only stare at the Codex and stick to rigid rules."
Alexander nodded in agreement.
Captain Kaelen did not know Alexander's identity.
Alexander might be a heretic, an xenos, or some blasphemous creature, but Captain Kaelen chose to temporarily ignore all doubts and fight alongside Alexander.
This was indeed commendable; many more rigid Space Marines might have been more inclined to give Alexander a bolter round as well.
"Yes, not only do they understand adaptability, but they also inherited their father's tradition of befriending xenos."
Alexander glanced into the distance, where Necron warships hovered over Melos Port in the distance.
The Necron had evidently formed a cooperation with the Blood Angels, as this was not the first time.
Earlier, to combat the Tyranid, Commander Dante had once cooperated with the Necron Silent King.
And even earlier, ten thousand years ago, Alexander looked at Sanguinius.
Sanguinius had somehow connected with the Silent King, seemingly forging some kind of friendship with this xenos, even gifting the Silent King a golden mask carved with his own face, all while keeping it from the Emperor.
"Tsk tsk tsk, ten thousand years have passed, and the Silent King, that old man, still caresses that mask carved with Sanguinius' face, sighing in remembrance of their past friendship whenever he has nothing else to do."
"It's almost like mourning a deceased wife, tsk tsk tsk."
Alexander couldn't help but click his tongue twice.
Sanguinius awkwardly cleared his throat twice.
He was about to speak when a huge roar echoed through the plaza in front of the palace.
Captain Kaelen, who was fighting the Screamer-Killer, couldn't help but look back.
A roaring bio-cannon, aimed at Alexander and his direction, was firing over the Death Company's defensive line.
A Tyranid hive Tyrant stood amidst the Tyranid tide, staring intently at Alexander.
Whistling bio-projectiles shot towards Alexander, and scorching flames flickered in the air.
"Prepare to evade!" Captain Kaelen roared at his Terminator warriors.
"No need for that!"
Alexander's figure flickered, and the reflective cloak wrapped around his wrist unfurled, colliding with the bio-projectile in mid-air.
The bio-projectile was abruptly deflected, flying into the distant Tyranid tide, and the explosive pus instantly tore a gap in the Tyranid tide.
Captain Kaelen watched this scene with some surprise.
The Tyranid's reaction was even faster.
They immediately realized that ranged attacks were still useless against Alexander.
The hive Tyrant roared, its bio-bone sword, longer than an adult human, swung, instantly cleaving a Death Company warrior who approached it in two.
Then, it ignored the black-armored warriors and charged towards Alexander and Captain Kaelen.
At the same time, more roars erupted from the Tyranid tide. A building on one side of the plaza exploded as if hit by a shell.
Two Executioners, as massive as battle tanks, burst out from within, their amethyst-like carapaces gleaming under the crimson sky.
The Executioners quickly followed the hive Tyrant's pace, tearing through the Death Company's battle line and charging into the plaza. The entire ground shook with their footsteps.
Captain Kaelen watched this scene somewhat blankly.
He couldn't quite figure out if the Tyranid really needed such a large force for just twenty Terminators on their side?!
A hive Tyrant, at the very least, should be on par with a Chapter Master.
Then Calian suddenly reacted and looked at Alexander, who was standing beside him: "Are they coming for you?"
"They're coming for me," Alexander said with a slight nod.
"..What did you do?" Captain Kaelen couldn't help but ask.
"I didn't do much..." Alexander scratched his head and said in a rather innocent tone, "I just took a few bites out of the Tyranid."
"Took a few bites?" Captain Kaelen didn't quite understand what Alexander meant.
But just then, the Screamer-Killer's attack speed suddenly increased, trying to break free from the Terminators' suppressing fire.
Captain Kaelen fiercely swung Baal's Wrath, colliding with the Screamer-Killer again.
"Meros! Take ten men and form a squad, go block the Executioner on the left!"
Captain Kaelen's heavy hammer collided with the Screamer-Killer, coupled with the suppressing fire of the other Terminators, the battle was evenly matched for a time.
Ten Terminators quickly detached from the squad and charged towards the left, attempting to intercept one of the Executioners.
Alexander's figure suddenly flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the hive Tyrant.
The hive Tyrant suddenly twisted its body, its sharp bone sword stabbing towards Alexander's metal-covered chest.
Alexander blocked with the thick pippla metal plating on his wrist, and metal sparks flew in the air.
The bio-bone sword, cultivated by the Tyranid hive Mind, was covered with a sharp energy field, capable of cleaving through ceramite armor in an instant, yet it didn't even leave a scratch on Alexander's Phantom Thief DX Suit.
Alexander suddenly leaped sideways, creating distance from the hive Tyrant.
Dozens of lasguns poured out from his four-dimensional pocket, forming a formation under his psychic control, and scorching laser beams whistled as they shot towards the parts of the hive Tyrant exposed outside its chitinous carapace.
But an Executioner, like a tank, rushed in front of the hive Tyrant, using its armor-like chitinous shell to block Alexander's laser barrage.
Alexander's figure flickered again, instantly appearing on the Executioner's back. He raised his fist high and swung it down onto the Executioner's back.
The hive Tyrant seized this fleeting opportunity, swinging its energy-field-covered bio-bone sword heavily at Alexander.
Alexander raised one hand, blocking with his wrist covered in thick pippla metal, and slammed his other hand heavily onto the Executioner's body.
Grotesque cracks immediately appeared on the Executioner's back.
Alexander suddenly heard the roar of plasma.
He turned his head and suddenly saw a Carnifex in the distant Tyranid tide, holding a biological plasma cannon, aiming at Alexander.
Whistling plasma light gathered at the muzzle — — — — — — — —
Two sharp power claws were faster than the plasma.
A Dreadnought, like an iron coffin, suddenly burst out of the Tyranid tide, seizing the Carnifex's body with lightning speed, and tearing the Carnifex in half. Blood gushed out, bathing the black Dreadnought ancient warrior.
"Come on! traitors! Come to Papa Kaso! Come let Papa Kaso embrace you, embrace you until you feel your death!!!!"
A deafening roar erupted from the Dreadnought's loudspeaker:
"Traitors! Horus' good sons, Angron's inferior gladiators, Typhus' rotten flesh, and Fulgrim's pleasure-slaves and Perturabo's ten-killed-for-one... No matter which legion's traitors you are, Kaso will tear out your hearts and offer them to Sanguinius!!!"
"The Tech-Priest who installed the loudspeaker on the Death Company Dreadnought is a true genius," Alexander couldn't help but exclaim.
"The Tech-Priest who installed the loudspeakers on the Death Company Dreadnoughts is truly a genius."
Alexander couldn't help but exclaim as he watched the aggressive curses of the Death Company Dreadnought.
The Dreadnoughts, with their mutilated bodies encased in cold iron coffins, were already filled with rage, and the Death Company Dreadnoughts, consumed by the Black Rage, were even more furious, their aggression reaching its peak.
Whether they could hit the Tyranid swarm was one thing, but they certainly hit some individuals in the Warp.
Then, he violently swung his arm, knocking away the hive Tyrant's arm, and leaped down from the Executioner, rapidly putting distance between himself and the two Tyranid Behemoths.
The Executioner charged forward like a tank towards Alexander, raising its claws, longer than an adult man, and swung them down at Alexander's head.
However, at this moment, the Death Company Dreadnought named Kaso suddenly threw the Carnifex's corpse at the Executioner.
The giant beast's carcass heavily slammed into the Executioner, causing the Executioner to involuntarily stumble back a few steps.
The Death Company Dreadnought, as massive as an iron giant, charged forward, its sharp Power Claw pushing the Executioner towards the Tyrant.
The Tyrant, unable to dodge, was forced to bear the combined weight of the Executioner, the Carnifex, and the Dreadnought, and fell backward.
"Who are you!!!!!"
The Storm Bolter mounted on the Dreadnought roared to life, unleashing a torrent of bullets onto the Executioner and the Tyrant, momentarily suppressing the two giant beasts:
"Are you an enemy or an ally?! Why do I hear the flapping of his wings on you?!"
"Tell me! Does the Eternal Gate still stand? Is the Emperor with us? What about the Primarch?"
Kaso's voice was filled with anger, but also a hint of despair hidden beneath it, like a tormented person yearning for news of his father:
"Has the Lion King arrived? Is Dorn still holding the line? Is Khan still charging?"
"And Guilliman? Where is he?! Has he come to support us as he promised?!"
Kaso's voice, amplified through the loudspeaker, was so loud that even Captain Kaelen in the distance heard it.
Captain Kaelen understood that this ancient warrior was lost in the illusions of ten thousand years ago.
They believed Sanguinius was walking with them; they embraced memories that were not their own.
And this was the ultimate fate that every Blood Angels could not resist.
At the same time, Captain Kaelen felt some apprehension.
If that man failed to answer Kaso's questions correctly, or even angered Kaso, it was highly likely that...
Kaelen couldn't help but worry; how difficult it was to answer the questions of someone living ten thousand years in the past.
"Cough, cough."
Alexander coughed twice, organized his words, and said:
"I am Robert Guilliman."
"I have arrived in time to support Terra."
"You!!!" The Death Company Dreadnought Kaso, while suppressing the Tyrant and the Executioner with his Storm Bolter and Power Claw, questioned with a suspicious tone: "Guilliman arrived back to Terra in time?!"
Alexander's eyelid twitched slightly.
He hadn't expected that the first thing this Death Company Dreadnought would question wasn't his identity,
but rather the idea that Guilliman could arrive back to Terra in time.
Regent, what kind of image do you have in the hearts of the 30K Blood Angels?
"Do you believe Guilliman can return to Terra in time, or do you believe I am Sanguinius?" Sanguinius couldn't help but retort.
Kaso scrutinized Alexander, and the suspicion in his voice deepened.
"You, your height isn't right..."
Kaso couldn't help but mutter softly.
Alexander placed his hand beneath his collar.
With a slight movement of the collar, the metallic shell covering Alexander's head quickly disappeared, revealing his face.
It was a golden-haired European face; beneath the smooth, light-golden short hair were eyes filled with wisdom and rationality, as if they understood all knowledge in the world, but upon closer inspection, a deeply hidden anger lay within their depths.
Alexander had not used Lion King's face for this operation, but Guilliman's.
Kaso was stunned.
Captain Kaelen also froze for a moment, almost getting hit by the Screamer-Killer's incoming claws.
Alexander's face was exactly the same as Robert Guilliman's, whom Captain Kaelen had seen in the Chapter records.
For a moment, Captain Kaelen truly believed that Robert Guilliman had been resurrected.
And that aura, even if it were a disguise, could only have been created by someone who had seen the Primarch's face up close, or even had long-term contact with him, to produce such a mask.
"Guilliman?" Kaso clearly recognized the face: "But this height, this armor..."
"Ultramar technology, quite amazing, isn't it?" Alexander said sincerely: "Our Ultramar technology is just that amazing; even on the most remote planets of Ultramar, there are anesthetics that can knock out a Primarch."
Kaso scrutinized Alexander; he seemed to see something on Alexander.
"Then I will trust you!" Kaso suddenly intensified his firepower and engaged the charging Tyrant.
His powerful Power Claw was enough to rival the Tyrant's blades, and the clang of metal echoed continuously in the air.
"Tell Kaso! Who should I fight! Where should I find honor!"
"Right in front of you, Kaso!"
Alexander shouted without hesitation:
"That is Horus with four arms, that is Horus with blades!"
"Horus has been corrupted by Chaos and has become like this!"
"So this is Horus! traitor! I will take his dog's life!" Kaso roared, swinging his Power Claw, which spun and roared, forcibly pushing down the Tyrant.
The Executioner flashed and charged, its sharp claws slashing down in the instant Kaso was engaged with the Tyrant.
However, its blade only cut a little into Kaso's thick ceramite armor before being stopped.
Alexander appeared on Kaso's body, his hand, wearing the Superman Gloves, violently grasping the Executioner's blade.
Kaso seized the opportunity to roar, his arm drawing a whirlwind in the air, forcibly knocking back both the Tyrant and the Executioner.
Alexander seized this brief opportunity, instantly teleporting next to the Executioner's head.
His fist swung out, and a buzzing sound echoed in the air.
The Executioner was unable to dodge and was hit squarely by the punch.
With a sound of shattering, the Executioner's head exploded into brain matter.
Kaso picked up the Executioner's corpse and hurled it towards Horus... oh no, the hive Tyrant.
"Let you have your Great Heresy!"
"Let you resurrect on Davine!"
"Let you arrange for Kabanha to ambush us!"
"Let you burn the galaxy!"
"Let you invade Terra with the Vengeful Spirit!"
As he hurled, Kaso's loudspeaker continuously spewed curses.
As a Death Company Dreadnought consumed by the Black Rage, Kaso's combat power was even more terrifying than that of a normal Dreadnought.
Even the Tyrant seemed to be struggling to withstand it.
"You will never be able to harm the Emperor and Sanguinius!"
Kaso roared, swinging his Power Claw and firmly grasping one of the Tyrant's arms:
"Perhaps you also cannot harm Guilliman by my side."
The Tyrant also raised its other arm, aiming at Kaso's power arm—
The flash of a blade and the roar of a Power Claw simultaneously cut through the air.
Kaso let out a low growl; half of his arm was chopped off by the Tyrant.
And half of the Tyrant's arm was also torn off by him.
The two were almost evenly matched, but Kaso was not fighting alone.
Alexander appeared almost like a ghost beside the Tyrant.
This time, he first aimed at the arm of the Tyrant holding the bio-weapon—
The Tyrant suddenly turned its weapon, aiming at the suddenly appearing Alexander.
"You cannot harm him! Kaso just said so!"
Kaso, with only one Power Arm remaining, suddenly charged forward, using his weight to collide with the Tyrant.
The Tyrant stumbled, its bio-cannon in hand deflected, and searing bolter rounds shot out one after another, all grazing past Alexander.
The Tyrant simply turned its weapon, pressing it close to Kaso's body.
Rip!!!
Before it could fire, Alexander forcibly tore off its arm holding the bio-weapon.
The living weapon fell to the ground, and bio-projectiles shot across the ground, causing the ground to shake.
The Tyrant roared, seizing this fleeting opportunity to break free from Kaso's restraint.
It clearly understood that it was time to run, especially since Alexander had cut off its chance to commit suicide this time.
The hive Tyrant's last remaining arm swung its tentacle whip violently, and the whip slammed onto Kaso's Dreadnought iron coffin.
Sparks flew, and a hideous burn mark appeared on Kaso's ceramite armor.
"Roar!!!!" A painful roar echoed from within the Dreadnought armor, and the diffused electric sparks clearly harmed Kaso himself inside the armor.
The Tyrant seized this opportunity to turn and run—
"Never!"
Captain Kaelen's roar sounded, and he, holding Baal's Wrath, suddenly charged to the Tyrant's side.
Not far away, the Screamer-Killer had already died under the combined assault of the Terminators and Captain Kaelen.
Baal's Wrath in Kaelen's hand accumulated an energy field and slammed heavily into the Tyrant's body.
The Tyrant was suddenly attacked, had no time to react, and its body almost lost balance—
Alexander instantly moved to the Tyrant's side and kicked it violently.
The Tyrant immediately lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground.
"Beast!!!!" Kaso, recovering from the pain, roared, grabbed the fallen Tyrant, violently grasped its last remaining arm, and tore it off.
Although enraged, Kaso's voice seemed to carry some clarity; he no longer seemed to regard the Tyrant as Horus.
Perhaps the pain from the Tyrant's tentacle whip had temporarily sobered Kaso somewhat.
The Tyrant violently swung its severed arm, splashing corrosive blood onto Kaso, leaving hideous wounds.
"Throw it to me! Kaso! Only I can truly kill him!"
"Kaso understands! Kaso can hear... hear the sound of Sanguinius' wings flapping!"
Kaso roared, dragging the Tyrant and throwing it in Alexander's direction.
Alexander reached out, grabbed the Tyrant, stuffed it into his four-dimensional pocket, and instantly sold it.
Captain Kaelen panted heavily, looking at Alexander.
The most dangerous battle was over, and he seemed to be considering whether he should continue to trust Alexander—to trust this unknown person wearing a Primarch's face.
Captain Kaelen even suspected that this person was a follower of the Lord of Change; otherwise, how could he possess such bizarre teleportation and face-changing abilities?
"He is trustworthy; Kaso trusts him."
The voice of the Death Company Dreadnought Kaso seemed to gain some clarity:
"He has the sound of an angel's wings flapping on him; Sanguinius also trusts him."
Captain Kaelen observed Alexander for a while, finding that Alexander had a calm and composed expression, seemingly unfazed by Captain Kaelen's scrutiny.
"Kaso trusts you, so I also trust you." Captain Kaelen gently lowered Baal's Wrath and nodded slightly to Alexander.
He seemed to want to say something else...
But suddenly, the ground began to tremble and shake, as if an earthquake had occurred.
In the distance, plumes of smoke rose, and through the smoke that reached the sky, Alexander and Kaelen both seemed to see a hill moving within it.
No, that was not a hill; that was...
"Hyve Tyrant."
"The hive mind is getting anxious."