Blood-Boiling Combination Technique

The scorching hot bomb shot out, and with the secondary acceleration of the propellant, the solid hydrogen warhead Fealty fulfilled its mission.

One gargoyle fell to the ground, and the gazes of the other Tyranid creature were drawn to Hainsefro atop the Corpse Mountain.

But Hainsefro showed no fear, his heavy explosive bolter becoming a deadly line of fire, each bullet hitting its target with pinpoint accuracy under the Space Marine's superhuman control.

As a machine gunner, the most important thing is suppressing fire. In order to unleash the full potential of the Space Marine, Dante, that old schemer, did not gather all the Canned One together, but instead poured them across the entire front line.

Firepower teams centered around Astartes were deployed throughout the fortress, with each team consisting of over a hundred Astra Militarum.

The era of mindless charging is over. When facing Tyranid Swarm, a war of attrition is an extremely foolish choice. It's more practical to have elite units like Space Marine stay in the rear and snipe from the sidelines than to send them into the fray.

Others might find the Tyranid Swarm daunting, but Mordred, a fellow RTS player, knows better than anyone that the key to stopping the Swarm's attack isn't killing the minions, but rather the Synapse Creature.

As for why Mordred looks so familiar, isn't that obvious? Atlas started out using this method; the original Atlas was a direct copy of Bugs and Orks.

Each Atlas is a central control node, subordinate to the Spartan squad, Mushroom Knight, and Lizardmen Beast Regiment, and together with the Burning Legion of the Warp Special Forces, they form a four-pronged offensive.

The command system built on the Mind Network can truly enable subordinates to perform extreme micro-management maneuvers, such as shifting a machine gun position 5 centimeters to the right, as long as the central control node is not decapitated.

In order to fully utilize the combat power of this system, when the legion is outnumbered, each Atlas needs to go to the Catachan training camp for a 12-year course of study, with weekly tests, monthly assessments, and finally battlefield practice.

Other legions train Space Marine as soldiers, while Mordred trained them as junior Space Marine. The purpose of the legions was not for the Great Crusade, but to fight a world war.

Don't ask who that hypothetical enemy is.

In short, under this model, Atlas not only produced Space Marine and Spartan, but also cultivated countless auxiliary military officers and scientific researchers.

It was only because Atlas was rich enough back then that he didn't become cannon fodder on the front lines of the Great Crusade; otherwise, this slow-to-result, long-cycle model would have already worn down the legions.

Mordred was heartbroken that Atlas had been divided up by others, but he could accept it; after all, things lost could be earned back.

What he found most unacceptable was that the talents he had nurtured had been squandered by the Empire; those were Atlas's most important legacy.

It was precisely through this model, coupled with the infinite mana bar and infinite resurrection coins that Mordred possessed when he ascended to godhood, that the rampaging Chaos Fire managed to force the Chaos army into a state of utter despair, forcing the Four Merchants and the Yellow Skins to form a desperate alliance.

Now, facing similar players like the Tyranid, Mordred said that these were all things he had already mastered, and immediately became engrossed in reading, writing a book titled "A Concise Encyclopedia of the Tyranid That Even Ogryn Can Understand".

It details the Tyranid's command structure, unit composition, combat habits, and even outlines the parameters of the Living Weapon used by the Tyranid.

According to this guide, each firing point is equipped with at least four heavy bolter guns, with Space Marine acting as the main marksmen to pick off high-value targets.

Meanwhile, the Astra Militarum provided suppressive fire during reloading breaks, and with the Void Shield array activated to its maximum by Baal, they were able to withstand orbital attacks.

But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is to disrupt the Tyranid's cycle of using war to sustain war.

The Melta Bomb was launched, and this bomb, as thick as a Space Marine, fell into the front line in a parabolic trajectory. It imploded at a height of 5 meters above the ground, spraying outwards the volatile Promethium fuel and oxidizer carried inside the bomb, and then a secondary explosion occurred.

The High Temperature shockwave tore apart the chitinous carapace, and the 4300-degree High Temperature flames burned everything. The moisture inside the insect was evaporated a second time, and it continued to burn wildly amidst the flames.

Then... the roar of artillery fire erupted.

The Icarus Anti-aircraft Gun and the Hydra Flak Tank, with their muzzles lowered, are always surprisingly effective against infantry units, regardless of the era.

The Machine God that emerged stood tall on the earth, accompanied by the heavily armored groups of Blood Angels, along with a large number of knight mechs as support, and infantry in artillery-tank coordination.

But there were just too many insects, and they stubbornly used their flesh and blood to withstand the artillery fire, turning the entire sky into a solid canopy that relentlessly pressed down on Baal.

Ammunition at each firing point was being consumed rapidly, but the insects seemed endless.

Perhaps realizing that this was a tough nut to crack, some elite Tyran units also appeared on the battlefield.

Hainsefro had emptied all the ammunition in the firing point and repelled four swarms of insect attacks. Following Commander Dante's orders, they had to retreat to the inner defensive line.

Then he saw a giant Drop Pod fall from the sky.

The first to emerge from the Drop Pod were a group of Tyran units, nearly 3 meters tall, covered in layers of thick armor, with four thick arms and two legs, standing upright in the swarm of insects.

Behind these Executioners was an even more powerful and domineering beast, comparable to Crusader Knight — the Hive Tyrant!

Although it was just an insect, Hainsefro could see a kind of wisdom in the eyes of that Tyrant.

Before Saif could react, the massive living biological weapon in the Hive Tyrant's hand suddenly writhed, and a ball of scorching acid shot out, heading towards their firing position.

"Aaaaaaah!!"

A horrifying burning sound rang out, and several Baal Defense Force, unable to dodge in time, were burned to charred skeletons.

Not only that, but with the help of the tactical plug-in integrated into the helmet, Sevro saw that 72 surrounding firing positions had been instantly extinguished, and his Personal Terminal was frequently alarming:

"Warning, warning, a level 12 high-energy reaction detected."

"Boom!"

In an instant, a violent explosion struck, and Sevro, who was lying by the observation window, was thrown to the ground by the shockwave. Then he saw a Titan standing on the earth.

As expected, with the appearance of this giant Tyranid unit known as the Insect Saint, the previously stable defensive line shattered instantly. A Titan was unable to dodge in time and was cut in two on the spot, its rear end flying through the air.

Without any hesitation, Saif immediately assembled his squad and fled at lightning speed. It wasn't that he was deserting; it was mainly because with these Titan units appearing on the battlefield, his machine gun might not even be able to penetrate their skin.

Forget about the Insect Saint, even the Executioners's carapace next to the Hive Tyrant is two meters thick, capable of withstanding Roboute Guilliman's bombardment.

Not only Sevro, but the other fire teams made the same choice, retreating to the rear defensive line under the cover of the fortress guns.

But the Hive Tyrant wouldn't let these little insects leave so easily. A dark purple Psychic Power storm instantly swept in, melting the thick ceramic jar deck in front of it and guiding the Insect Saint's biomass cannon.

Time seemed to freeze. As he watched the bio-cannon grow brighter and brighter as it charged, Sevro felt he was about to die, but it seemed impossible that he was going to die.

At this critical moment, the originally dark, light gray sky was torn apart by the winding and twisting vines, and the Grassland Illusion stretched across the horizon.

Such a powerful high-energy reaction caused Personal Terminal to crash on the spot, and even a Titan behemoth like the Insect Saint felt a life-or-death crisis and tried to take evasive action.

The cold, damp fog merged with the rampant, burning Fel Energy, and with a boastful laugh, two golden meteors streaked down:

"Hmph, trying to escape! Let me show you our brothers' exhilarating combination technique."

Hey, big brother!

Hey, second brother!

[Thunderbolt - Diamond Drill!!!!]

In an instant, the world changed color. The two Primal Bodies that were flying down transformed into human form, with evil lightning spiraling around them and twisting vines solidifying into a physical form, like an emerald green drill piercing the sky, which slammed into the unfortunate Insect Saint who was bound here by the two space-type powerhouses!

"Boom!"

As the smoke and dust cleared, a giant crater with a diameter of 13 kilometers appeared before everyone's eyes. The battlefield, which was originally filled with corpses and ruins, was completely torn apart and covered by a grassland and Twisted Jungle growing on the grassland.

This exaggerated scene not only shocked the human defenders, but also stunned the Tyranid. The Norn Queen of Destiny even crushed the biomass in her hand, emitting a sharp screech.

"No, this isn't right, how could this be?"

Then the Queen of Norn Queen, who had devoured countless worlds, saw two tall figures emerge from the illusion, joining forces. Behind those two golden-haired figures were the main forces of the Dark Angels and Blood Angels, who had been transported there by the Primarchs.

Norn Queen could even finish figuring out what those two lumps of something were, she saw one of them pick up half of Tyrant's head from the ground and shove it against its own head, attempting to command the other Tyran units.

Even the Fate-shaping Hive Queen couldn't understand this Abstract Maneuver. Just one glance at it made her feel insulted, to the point that Norn Queen thought absorbing the genes of this strange individual might make the Swarm stupid.

Then a voice suddenly appeared in its mind:

"You despicable country bumpkin from beyond the river, daring to invade the empire! Did you just curse me? I heard you! You're asking for death! Zhuang Sen, you come and curse it!"

Compared to the extremely arrogant voice just now, a slightly more composed, yet even more savage, voice appeared in the Norn Queen's mind:

"Pah! You bastard, if I don't smash your head in, I'm Guilliman's son! All troops, launch an attack and crush them!"

For the Emperor!!!!

"Waaaagh!!"

Meanwhile, unusual activity in the Imperium Nihilus also caught the Empire's attention. Upon hearing that a Primarch had returned, Guilliman immediately launched an expedition.

Especially after discovering that the Primarch was fighting the Swarm in Baal, Guilliman didn't hesitate at all, abandoning those idiot High Lord and heading straight for Baal:

Upon seeing the photograph in his hand, Guilliman subconsciously ignored the unpleasant Zhuang Sen, focusing all his attention on his good brother with wings on his back:

"Sanguinius, wait for me! This time I will make sure you didn't sacrifice yourself in vain."