One Dreadnought, Black Rage, and Blood Thirst!

Inside the tattered bulkhead, the Promethium flames ignited everywhere, and the viscous Biomass was evaporated by the high temperature, emitting a foul odor.

Dante raised his hand, wiping the blood and grime from his mask to restore his vision. "Have you found the way?"

"It's difficult." The Techmarine shook his head and sighed, "Exploration technology is completely unusable here; we can only rely on intuition and experience to make judgments."

The Tyran's mothership was enormous, at least tens of kilometers long, and its interior was filled with viscous Biomass, making it difficult to pinpoint its exact location, let alone find its core.

In such circumstances, it seems they can only rely on intuition and a little bit of luck!

The violent tremors made Dante increasingly uneasy. "Has someone already summoned Dreadnought?"

"Judging from this tremor, it should be." The Techmarine nodded. "According to the plan, if we encounter any obstacles, they will summon the Dreadnought in advance to create opportunities for us."

"No time to lose, speed things up." Dante ordered in a deep voice. Since the other squads had already summoned their Dreadnought, it meant that the battle had become passive.

They fought their way deeper into the area and suddenly encountered a large number of Tyran, guarding a huge chamber protected by something resembling a valve.

"This is it!"

Dante glanced at it, and his intuition told him that this was the core of the Hive Ship!

In an instant, Tyran, who was guarding the entrance, surged towards them frantically, which undoubtedly confirmed Dante's guess. "Deploy Teleportation Beacon and summon the Dreadnought!"

"Teleportation Beacon has been deployed!"

With everyone's protection, the Techmarine finally placed the Teleportation Beacon.

"Get out of here!"

Dante fought and retreated, his Axe of Indomitus relentlessly reaping the lives of these elite Tyran guards.

Soon, the corpses of the Tyranid Swarm, one after another, piled up around them, forming a small hill.

Even so, it still couldn't stop these insects from going completely mad!

Clearly, the Hive Mind was also panicking. If the Mother Core were destroyed, its expedition would be a complete failure, not to mention Baal.

In order to defend the core of the mothership, the Hive Mind disregarded everything and frantically produced soldiers in an attempt to hold off Dante and his forces while waiting for reinforcements from other fleets!

This is a race against time!

Will Dante be the first to break through the Tyran's defenses and destroy the Mothership's core, or will the Hive Mind's will hold out?

Its fleet broke through the human blockade to provide support!

However, in the very next second...

Amidst the shrill screech of tearing metal, the entire compartment shook violently, and a dazzling, radiant light, like a beacon of hope, descended upon the Hive Ship!

It was a Dreadnought, its metal body covered with scars, as if silently telling the story of its past glory!

The Dreadnought mask of death, amidst the rising steam, seemed to writhe even more, like the wrath of the Primarch Sanguinius.

"Is that the target?"

Wertel's deep, tired, hoarse voice came from the Dreadnought loudspeaker array.

"Yes." Dante nodded.

"Leave it to me." Wertel took a step forward, clenching his "blood fist," his gaze seemingly fixed on what lay beyond the bio-gate. "You can leave now. I don't want to accidentally harm you any further."

"No." However, faced with this Dreadnought request, Dante simply shook his head slightly. "I must see with my own eyes that the core has been destroyed."

He believed in the Veteran's abilities, but—he dared not gamble; what if?

"Alright."

Wertel didn't insist, saying calmly, "I will try my best to remain conscious, but please don't approach me. Remember that."

"Okay, we will."

Dante nodded solemnly; he knew very well what was about to happen.

Several mindless insects roared and flew towards the Dreadnought, but they were blasted into mincemeat by the shoulder cannon before they were even in mid-air!

Wertel gazed at the gathered Tyran, and after a moment, he finally moved.

The Blood Fist's servo joints emitted a piercing buzz, and the first strike pierced through the charging Tyranid Warrior. Its carapace and internal organs were blasted into powder under the immense force of the hydraulic pressure.

The foul-smelling, greenish-acidic blood was splattered on the Dreadnought and magnificent shoulder armor, corroding it and producing wisps of blue smoke, but it could not conceal the boiling killing intent beneath the blood-red wings.

Then, Wertel launched his attack, and on the battlefield, he was like an invincible sword, easily piercing through Tyran's defenses!

The roar of cannons followed immediately, metal shell casings flew to the ground, and a death Stormfront shredded the swarming blade insects into a cloud of blood mist.

Inside the Dreadnought stone coffin, this Veteran roared, but the projection on his retina was gradually stained red.

He was consumed by Black Rage!

What he saw was not a swarm of insects, but the twisted faces of Horus rebels, the broken wings of Primarch falling beneath the high walls of Terra, and the hideous faces of traitors!

"Aaaaaah-- Horus!!!"

At this moment, both the Tyranid Swarm and their own Blood Angels could clearly feel that the entire compartment was filled with rage!

"For Sanguinius —!!!"

Broken vows emanated from the electronic speaker array, mingled with the grating noise of chewing flesh.

The sickles of the scythe -Hui Zi Hand struck the Dreadnought Ceramite armor, but only produced scorching sparks.

While Wertel was Black Rage, he seemed to have completely lost his mind, with only one thought remaining in his mind!

That is... to kill that damned traitor!

Blood Fist clamped the head of a Tyrant Guard, while the Meltagun in his right arm was pressed against his chest, and the high temperature and the shrill scream of Biomass evaporation exploded at the same time.

He discarded the Tyrant Guard's body, its chest pierced by the melting flesh, and treading on the remnants and blood of the insect hive, unleashed a violent and fierce gust of wind with his Chainsword!

Amidst a teeth-grinding scraping sound, several Tyrant Guards were brutally severed by his blade!

Acid gushed out of the broken surface like a fountain, and the dying Tyrant Guard tore off his Dreadnought armor, revealing the hydraulic pipes underneath through the corroded marks!

Wertel's consciousness is fading away little by little!

He has existed for too long; his soul has long been mercilessly worn away by the passing years. This is his final battle!

In the name of Sanguinius!!!

However, even with his consciousness eroded, this veteran of ten thousand years still wields his sword and fists with the instinct etched into his Gene Seed.

The holy blood runes etched on the Dreadnought warrior seemed to fade with his slaughter, as if foreshadowing the impending end of this veteran who had fought for ten thousand years.

Blood Thirst, boiling.

Wertel charged into the membrane-covered chamber, only to be met head-on by a cloud of Spore Cloud proliferating wildly.

And countless Tyran face-up attacks!

The Assault Cannon's ammunition belts were glowing red-hot.

The torrent of death roared, devouring the Spore Cloud and the Tyranids gestating within it. With each counterattack from Tyran —acid, stingers, and bio-plasma—the Dreadnought machine became more and more battered.

But under the pain shield granted by Black Rage, the killing efficiency of this steel behemoth became even more terrifying, and the last enemy blocking its way was the last guardian of the Tyranid Hive's will, a tyrant!