Omen Ark

Are you really sure?!

"If you throw these things into that damned bug nest, they'll be poisoned?"

The Extreme Star Zone, the front line against the Behemoth Hive Fleet.

The lurking, invisible Raven Guard are communicating intensely using sign language.

They have been fighting the Behemoth Hive Fleet for years, during which time both sides have had their share of victories and defeats.

At this stage of the war, all tactics have been used and all kinds of surprise attacks have been tried. Now all that's left is the most primitive war of attrition, with the Ultramarines constantly pulling and tugging at the Tyranid Fleet.

Your swarm of insects may be endless, but my Blue Smurfs are just as endless!

Logically, after suffering losses exceeding a certain threshold, the Tyranid Fleet should have sought out more suitable targets on the rooftops. However, perhaps because the world of Ultramar behind them was more tempting, or perhaps they were pursuing some grander purpose, the Tyranid Fleet showed no sign of retreating during the prolonged attrition.

Fortunately, good news finally came from the rear of Ultramar recently.

While they were trapped by the relentless harassment of the Tyranid Fleet, the Plague Wars in the rear had come to the Veil —with humanity completely driving the Chaos scum out of the Five Hundred Worlds.

It is said that the Great Emperor, along with Saint Matthieu —the patron saint who rose to prominence during the Plague Wars— single-handedly destroyed Nurgle's Plague Cauldron, thus driving these vile Warp Entity back to their homeland.

Once the Plague Wars in the rear is won, it means that the soldiers on the front lines will no longer have to worry about being attacked from both sides. The material aid and fresh troops from the Five Hundred Worlds can also continuously rush to the front lines to jointly fight against the Behemoth Hive Fleet.

"But why," another Raven Guard gestured excitedly, "Is our support weapon a bunch of badly baked cookies?"

It's still placed in Stasis Field!

It's like something extremely precious!

Ultramarines' food shouldn't be that bad? They usually get to eat Grox steak and drink Amasec every now and then.

These have absolutely nothing to do with the label—what? You're saying this is poison? Specifically designed to be placed in the digestive tracts of that insect swarm?

Despite not understanding it, the Raven Guard accepted the mission.

"I initially thought it would be a naval fleet coming, but it's been years and the High Lord hasn't sent their fleet to help us—what are these people thinking?"

As for the forces that Terra has been sending to them, they have always been in a very tight position. No one knows why the High Lords of Terra has always kept a large number of Astra Militarum and naval fleets in the Solar System, but the current situation is that while the Extreme Star Zone are facing attacks from both the Zerg Swarm and Chaos, the High Lord can provide very little support.

"Shut up. Stop chatting and just do as I say."

The Raven Guard squad leader gestured for the other to focus, and under the protection of the cloaking force field, he approached the Tyranid swarm Decomposer— the Ripper- Swarm—that was constantly moving in and out, and finally dumped all the cookies from his backpack in front of the other.

"Let's see how it goes."

"These Ripper are attracted to replenish biomass—if such things can even be called biomass."

Just after the Raven Guard squad leader threw the biscuits in his hand onto the open space near the digestive pool, the newly hatched, ravenous Ripper seemed to have caught a whiff of this biomass information and began to swarm around the previously barren open space.

Surprisingly, the Ripper didn't immediately devour and digest the biomass upon approaching. Instead, it circled the scattered biscuits with some suspicion, hesitating to taste them.

It seemed like he was hesitating about something.

What's wrong with that bug?

"I don't know, let's see."

It seems that a struggle for survival is taking place within the Ripper's brain—a clash between its survival instinct and its underlying code. In the end, the underlying code prevails. After all, the Hive Mind's will hatches Ripper simply to collect biomass and does not endow them with any additional intelligence to consume energy.

"!"

After eating the biscuit, the Ripper struggled twice as if it were choking, then collapsed to the ground and fell silent.

"Captain, this poison only kills one Ripper! Can this level of poison really stop the swarm's advance?"

"It's not over yet--"

The Ripper that arrived behind the dead insects were unaware of why the former had met such an untimely end—to the lowly insect race, which lacked self-awareness, the dead Ripper were nothing more than another piece of biomass to be recycled.

Eat!

As long as most of the biomass remains intact, it can still be ingested and recycled back into the incubation pool, where it will also decompose into biomass within the digestion pool.

The Ripper will take anything that can be recycled.

Including myself.

And so, the latter began to eat his predecessor who had fallen to the ground.

"!"

Then, like its predecessors, the Ripper collapsed to the ground and never got up again.

if encountering biomass

then eat

Until you're full of spicy food

Then it enters the digester.

As more and more Ripper fell victim to the poison, their numbers dwindled.

What is this? Biomass! Let me take a bite.

Ugh -- It's poisonous.

He died.

What is this? Biomass! Let me take a bite.

Ugh -- It's poisonous.

He died.

What is this? Biomass.

"That's enough. It looks like things are going well. Make a note of it, and let's move on to the next digestion pool."

The Raven Guard squad leader nodded in satisfaction, signaling his men to follow him to another location to continue the deployment.

Although he didn't know how this potent toxin was made, it was indeed effective.

"I really don't understand."

"How did you manage to make these things? I looked at every step of the process, and everything seemed perfectly normal."

Inside the Sons of the Phoenix's Strike Cruiser, Melusine is analyzing the magical properties of Aqua Cookies in the Apothecary's laboratory to determine their origin.

She had only thought Aqua was a bad cook before.

Who would have thought that ten thousand years later, Aqua's creations seemed to have broken some kind of seal, and the poison in her casual creations was even more terrifying than that of the Chief Apothecary Melusine!

Even Melusine is unable to reverse engineer the content through analysis.

It cannot be explained by science!

This is almost certainly what Melusine fears most right now—as a materialist who believes in the Imperial Truth, Melusine feels that she really has a hard time explaining this matter using the Imperial Truth.

Forget it, I won't think about problems I can't figure out.

Let's think about how to deal with the storm that's about to hit Terra.

The Sons of the Phoenix's Strike Cruiser is carrying a motley crew of all sorts of characters towards Terra.

The Plague Wars nearly made Cawl's Primaris Warriors famous—the story of the Emperor himself descending and possessing a Trueborn Chapter Master was more effective than any advertisement. From then on, no one doubted whether Cawl's modifications of the Emperor's technology were disloyal or contained hidden backdoors.

Driven by Guilliman and signed by Second Captain Cato Sicarius, the Ultramarines and their Ultramarines -companies underwent a major overhaul of the Primaris after the Plague Wars.

Cawl has now become a big name in the Extreme Star Zone —and to repay the Kasgar for promoting the original technology, he seems to have contributed all his ballast Gene-seed, saying he wants to quickly produce ten thousand Primaris Space Marine for the Sons of the Phoenix.

"Ten thousand? Isn't that a bit much? How am I supposed to explain to the Inquisition why my Chapter has grown to the size of a legion?"

Guilliman agreed.

". walk slowly."

If the Inquisitor truly believes she is Guilliman.

He (now she) has indeed contributed the most; Guilliman desperately wants someone to take on the role of Lord Regent.

As for the actual controller of the Ultramarines, Chapter Master Calgar, he promised to go to support Kasgar's operation immediately after dealing with the internal affairs of Ultramar.

With their help, the Behemoth Hive Fleet suffered heavy losses—even the swarm, which prided itself on its superior self-evolutionary capabilities, could not defeat Aqua Biscuits despite its best efforts—and the Tyranid Fleet, with its digestive pools almost entirely contaminated and unusable, had no choice but to retreat to minimize its losses.

The Imperium of Man have considered using poison to deal with the Tyranids.

However, given the swarm's extremely rapid self-evolution and iteration speed, even the most potent venom will only help the enemy evolve more resistant individuals.

But alas!

Even after the Behemoth Hive Fleet tried all the gene sequences of the species it had devoured, it still couldn't find any genes that could resist the enemy's "venom".

Aqua's move was ruthless.

The practice of directly contaminating the swarm's biomass pools is too insidious; even Great Devourer would have to detour around it.

Of course, these are all things to be discussed later.

Moreover, even if Kasgar couldn't help Ultramarines Chapter Calgar successfully escape from the fight against the Tyranid Fleet, gaining the support of the Ultramarines under Guilliman's (now Loli-man) orders would be a piece of cake.

Everything is ready.

With Guilliman's help (even though she wanted to run away now), and the assistance of hundreds of thousands of Ultramarines;

Furthermore, the glory and recognition he receives from being possessed by the Emperor will significantly reduce the likelihood of the Adeptus Custodes and Terra opposing him.

--Only Warp travel remains as the last remaining potential danger.

"Mortarion, how is our voyage back to Terra?"

Fortunately, they have the super divination master, Mortarion, who can use his unparalleled numerology to make predictions for everyone—a great help for their future voyage after Kasgar "lost" his Prophecy.

"Calculation in progress."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and began to shake the incense burner in his hand— Barbarus had long been completely destroyed, and the burner now contained only ordinary incense—although he himself vehemently despised Psychic Power and witchcraft rituals, his actions, by all accounts, seemed remarkably similar to those of Psychic Power ritual.

"I see you've taken quite a few steps—what, is seven no longer your lucky number?"

"It hasn't been like that for a long time."

"Tsk."

"If the calculations are correct," Mortarion began pacing erratically on the bridge, like a sorcerous prayer, "No, I can't change that."

"Get ready, we might be in trouble soon."

"When and where?"

"Just five minutes into the voyage."

A massive, space debris—but a colossal, gigantic piece of it—came into view.

That wasn't just junk; it was a colossal warship formed from Warp mechanical power!

Its outer shell was brutally squeezed by the forces of machinery and flesh, appearing somewhat chaotic yet somehow...

"That's... the Omen Ark?"

The Omen Ark was originally Space Hulk. These colossal ship aggregates were initially formed in the Warp from wreckage and floating vessels, crudely fused together by the Chaos forces of Vashtorr.

They drift with the tides of Warp, filled with the energy of the Empyrean, and are often further distorted by the pull of celestial gravity and the rampant growth of mutated flesh.

"The Omen Ark has appeared in the Warp. It seems [Vashtorr] has also begun his operation."

But--

As the Omen Ark drew ever closer, seemingly poised to crash into their Strike Cruiser at any moment, Kasgar felt a sudden sense of familiarity.

It's like I've seen this ship somewhere before.

[Wait, Kasgar! Kasgar. Didn't you recognize me?]

Suddenly, an incredulous voice came from Kasgar 'Fulgrim shoulder.

[No, no, you're lying to me, right? This was just a bad joke, wasn't it? Kasgar, stop playing dumb!]

"?"

He was a little confused.

[Hehe, what's going on, Kasgar? I suggest you quickly figure out the origins of this ship, or you'll be waiting to coax her for thirty standard Terra years!]

[Tsk tsk tsk, this guy really is a scumbag, he doesn't even remember this, obviously he doesn't care about you at all -- he's really too bad!]

Not only that, but on the other side, there was also a mischievous Fulgrim stirring things up from the other side.

[Never mind!!!!]

You could tell from her tone that Fulgrim was actually very angry.

They say they'll let it go, but thinking about it, it's clear they won't just let it go like that.

[Look at the base of that Space Hulk! It's in there, inside!]

[Waaaaah--You really, really don't remember anymore.]

What is the foundation of this Omen Ark?

Etc.

Under the probing of Psychic Power energy, Kasgar finally saw the true form of the ship, which had been distorted by Chaos.

It was the very same flagship that Kasgar had been searching for all along, the former flagship of the Legion!

[Pride of the Emperor]

"Then what's there to say?"

"Notify all Sons of the Phoenix to prepare to seize the ship!"

Inside the Eye of Terror.

Chaos Warmaster Abaddon very happy now.

Not long ago, the Death Guard from Nurgle arrived with his entire legion to join us: everything was just like the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago.

Although he had come seeking refuge out of desperation, Abaddon could sense the sincerity in his sincerity.

Fine, just say what you have to say.

Abaddon did not trust Perturabo, that old traitor.

But his entire legion of Death Guard is just too good to pass up.

Although they were torn apart and scattered due to the disastrous defeat in the Plague Wars, the tens of thousands of people who remain are enough to stir up another storm on the frontiers of the Imperium of Man, or to join forces with the Black Legion to carry out a surprise attack on an important Imperial World (such as Cadia, Cadia, and Cadia).

Wow, even legions are willing to take these!

Even if he, the Chaos Warmaster, doesn't move an inch here, the legion will still take him in.

Moreover, this wasn't the only good news Abaddon heard.

Not long ago, just as he was gathering the Black Legion to prepare for the thirteenth expedition, another powerful Warp demigod found him.

Vashtorr the Arkifane, the demigod who Chaos Undivided, is the master of the Forge of Souls.

It is the demonic demigod of inventors, engineers, scientists, and craftsmen.

Vashtorr's status in the non-material realm is beyond question.

However, His efforts to ascend to the status of a true God have been consistently thwarted to date.

On the one hand, His influence on the Materium is insufficient; on the other hand, there is a certain Emperor who occupies the position (the real latrine) without doing his work, preventing his successor from ascending to godhood.

Therefore, Vashtorr chose to join forces with Abaddon in order to establish his own position in the real world while blowing the placeholder and his toilet into the sky.

It possesses its own sphere of influence in the Warp, and its unique position makes it a distinct entity among the Warp gods.

Vashtorr is also the master of all the Forge of Souls.

These enormous foundries, existing in abstract form, are a realm composed of black iron and steam, colliding gears and roaring pistons.

Any demon can come to these forges to seek out the soul traders who reside there and sign a contract with them.

Demons harvest the souls of mortals at an agreed price and deliver them to the Forge of Souls. In exchange, these souls are stuffed into machines and transformed into terrifying fusions of War Machines and demons.

His purpose in coming here was naturally to sign a contract with Abaddon.

Vashtorr and Abaddon's collaboration aims to search for fragments of the Old Ones relic known as the "Key".

It is said that if the fragments can be reassembled, their holders will not only be able to open Webway portals at will, but also directly create new Webway portals.

It can even open the legendary [The Old Ones Treasure Vault].

It is said that it is filled with various weapons and knowledge left behind by the Old Ones during the War of Heaven.

Among these relics is a relic known as "The Weapon," which not only destroys the Imperium of Man but also provides Vashtorr with the aid needed to ascend to the fifth evil god.

Therefore, in order to achieve cooperation, the Creator and his machines and Craftworld will fight for Abaddon's Black Crusade.

Both sides have their own needs.

"Good!"

This couldn't be better for Abaddon!

With the help of Vashtorr's creations and the Deathguard Legion, his next Black Crusade will definitely be able to completely break through that damned Cadia!

However, a sudden communication abruptly extinguished his excited shouts.

"."

Abaddon frowned after receiving the messenger's message.

"What do you mean by saying that our Plague Marine got diarrhea from eating cookies?"