The Golden Path Through a Dazzling Fall!
But the ruthlessness and efficiency of the Hive Mind are now clearly revealed.
While the first Insect Saint restrained the angel, the second, third, and fourth Insect Saints surrounded it from different directions, casting a huge shadow over the burning angel.
They worked in perfect harmony, blocking all the angels' escape routes, and a ferocious attack came from all directions.
The Sanguinor is in deep trouble.
Its wings flapped wildly, showering down a rain of fire while simultaneously deflecting deadly attacks from multiple directions.
The flaming greatsword danced like a wheel, severing incoming bone spikes, splitting open spewing acid, and even leaving a huge wound on the side of a vengeful insect.
But it was ultimately fighting four against one, facing the most powerful war behemoth of the Hive Fleet.
The golden energy body began to fluctuate, and its light became less stable.
Just as the angel was giving it his all, struggling against the four-headed worm saint, and even seemed poised to break the stalemate once again—
Above the battlefield, inside the enormous Bio-ship that floats outside the atmosphere like a malignant tumor, lies the highest point of the Hive Mind in this region.
A colossal queen worm, possessing highly developed nervous and Psionic Energy organs, let out a silent, contemptuous "sneer."
In its mind, which was driven by pure predatory and devouring desires, the energy entity below, radiating an unpleasant golden light, was nothing more than a slightly stronger prey.
It mobilized the immense bio- Psionic Energy enough to tear apart asteroids.
It was highly compressed and focused, like an invisible super-heavy sniper shell, precisely "smashing" at the fiercely fighting the Sanguinor across the atmosphere!
There were no warning signs whatsoever.
The Sanguinor, who was wielding his sword to parry the giant claw of the Insect Saint, suddenly froze.
In its burning golden eyes, the flames flickered and swayed violently, like a candle flame in a storm.
The golden energy that constitutes its existence began to show fine yet deep black cracks starting from its head, and then rapidly spread throughout its entire body!
"Ugh... Ah--!!!"
A piercing scream, not carried by the air but resounding directly from the depths of the souls of all the Blood Angels, filled with endless pain, resentment, and a final lament, shook the hearts of every single one of them.
The Sanguinor —the burning angel, the golden hope—the cracks on his body suddenly widened, and golden energy dissipated like shattered glass.
The fiery wings on its back were the first to extinguish, turning into countless golden specks of light drifting across the sky.
Next came the body, from the head to the torso, and then to the limbs; the brilliant, sacred light quickly dimmed and dissipated.
Finally, surrounded by the four-headed Insect Saint, that once dazzling golden figure...
Like a torch that has burned out, it has completely lost all its brilliance and vitality, turning into a dim, broken body of an ordinary Blood Angels warrior.
It fell helplessly from the sky, crashing heavily onto the scorched earth below, covered in blood and fungal carpet, raising a cloud of dust.
This is decay amidst brilliance; his body traces a golden path through the air.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
All the charging Blood Angels halted in their tracks.
All roars and battle cries ceased abruptly.
Dante's ecstatic smile froze completely, then crumbled little by little, transforming into a despair even deeper and colder than before.
He stared blankly in the direction where the angel had fallen, watching the four enormous insect saints that were beginning to refocus their attention on the Blood Angels's defensive line.
They gazed at the shadow of the Hive Ship in the sky, a shadow that seemed to mock all their efforts.
Hope ignited so fiercely, and was shattered so completely.
A miracle occurred.
Then, right before their eyes, it was mercilessly crushed once again.
Just as the holy archangel Sanguinius fell before them ten thousand years ago.
History repeats itself in the cruelest way.
No... no... no!!!
Dante forced out a broken roar from deep in his throat; it was not anger, but an instinctive lament after his faith had been utterly shattered and his soul hollowed out.
He felt that the pillar that had supported him in his battles for 1,500 years had broken completely at this moment.
The Insect Saints let out a triumphant, deafening roar, and with heavy steps, they once again advanced towards the crumbling Blood Angels' defenses.
Without the Sanguinor's restraint and encouragement, the light that had just been rekindled in the eyes of the remaining Blood Angels warriors quickly went out, replaced by a deeper darkness and numb despair.
Baal seems to have finally met his inevitable end.
However, just as this deepest despair was engulfing everyone's hearts like icy water—
On the edge of the Baal System, in the void where the spatial structure had been distorted by the Hive Fleet's biological force and bloody slaughter, an abnormal and violent ripple suddenly appeared.
Immediately afterwards, a glimmer of golden light pierced the darkness.
Then came the second point, the third point... and thousands upon thousands of points!
A vast, stable, golden channel of Psionic Energy, radiating a reassuring sense of material stability and the beauty of pure order.
Like a spear thrown by a god, it pierced straight into the outer space of the Baal System!
At the end of the passage, where the light was brightest, a tall figure clad in blue-gold Power Armour, draped in a scarlet battle robe, and wielding a burning holy sword took the first step, entering Baal's starry sky.
His gaze was like a cold, blue star.
In an instant, it locked onto the planet below, shrouded in crimson and despair; it locked onto the four advancing Tyranids; and it locked onto the menacing Hive Ship in orbit.
Robert Guilliman, Lord Regent of Man, the Thirteenth Primarch, descended upon Baal.
Behind him, in the golden passage, stood the three Ultramarines legends— Marus, Sicarius, and Calgar —binding the raging Magnus of Angron.
Eighty-three resolute Lamenters Superman, and two thousand elite Ultramarines, like blue lightning.
Like divine warriors descending from the heavens, they filed out with an overwhelming momentum to crush all threats!
Guilliman's gaze swept over the devastated city of Baal, over the red figures that still stood tall in despair, yet were already teetering on the brink of collapse.
Finally, as if by telepathy, it landed on a corner of the ground where the last trace of golden embers had just been extinguished.
He slowly raised the Emperor's Sword "Fate Weaver" in his hand, and golden flames shot up from the blade, as if to ignite the crimson starry sky.
His voice, calm yet containing a will powerful enough to tear apart the Milky Way, was amplified by Psionic Energy.
Echoing through and beyond Baal's atmosphere, echoing in the ears and hearts of every survivor:
"Brothers of the Blood Angels."
"Hold on!"
"Ultramarines, here they come."
Apology: The author's computer just crashed, and upon checking again, there was a problem with the content that was posted. The original content was 8000 words, but only a little over 2000 words were posted.
I'm resending it now.
Also, Dad, I squandered my 800 yuan attendance bonus on my own. I will never write a book in the middle of the night again.
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