Let Us Continue Fighting for the Primarch

"Okay! I got it, bro!"

Titus nodded emphatically, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within them. "Let us... continue to fight for the Primarch!"

Now! Right here!

He felt himself bursting with explosive power.

The Psionic Energy gift from Guilliman surged and roared through my veins, yearning to be released, yearning to prove the value of this new life on the battlefield!

"For courage and glory, brother."

Malum extended his fist and lightly collided with Titus's equally clenched fist, producing a crisp metallic clang.

This is an unspoken encouragement and recognition among Ultramarines.

The next second, a soft blue-white force field suddenly appeared on Malum's back, where there was no Jump Pack.

He slightly bent his knees, and then, as if freed from the constraints of gravity, he soared into the sky!

The deep blue figure traced a smooth arc and plunged straight into a dense swarm of insects not far away.

The whistling of Chainsword and the cracking of Tyranids carapaces instantly rang out!

Titus looked up, dumbfounded, his mouth slightly agape.

Modern Ultramarines... can fly now?!

This realization had a significant impact on him.

Immediately, an overwhelming sense of envy and longing welled up in my heart.

Soon... after I go through that 'upgrade,' will I also gain this ability?

Imagine yourself breaking free from the earth's constraints, soaring freely above the battlefield, launching attacks from incredible angles, or swiftly supporting your brothers in any corner...

How incredibly smooth and exhilarating that must have been!

"Sizzle!"

He swiftly and powerfully cleaved a Tyranid Warrior that pounced at him in two.

Feeling the power of this growth, he is even more excited about the future "upgrades" and is full of enthusiasm!

And... right now, I'm fighting alongside the Gene-Father!

This idea, like the most fervent fuel, ignited all his fighting spirit.

What an honor!

What an opportunity!

I must not let down this new life, and I must not let down my father's expectations!

Just as Titus on the ground was reborn and full of fighting spirit, above the orbit of Baal.

Deep within the Hive Ship, which pulsates and teems like a giant biological organ, a cold and anxious feeling is spreading.

The Node Queen, responsible for commanding this Leviathan tentacle, clearly perceives the rapid changes on the ground battlefield through the sensory network of countless Tyranids units.

Those blue warriors who suddenly appeared, capable of flight, with explosively increased strength and speed, and even able to directly confront the Insect Saint.

This is completely beyond the cognitive model it has built after devouring countless gene pools.

They appeared out of nowhere, like more advanced predators, disrupting the insect hive's carefully planned devouring strategy.

What troubled it even more was that these blue warriors were not only individually powerful, but also worked together seamlessly.

Whenever an individual is in danger, other blue warriors will immediately appear from unexpected angles to provide support, creating a local absolute advantage.

The swarm tactic seemed to be much less effective against them.

We must obtain their genetic samples... analyze... evolution...

It was driven by the instinct of greed.

However, tentative attacks and observations have shown that even units at the Insect Saint level have difficulty killing even a single ordinary Blue Warrior quickly and effectively.

Their defense, strength, and regenerative abilities are all astonishing.

However... they seem to lack strong Warp resistance... Psionic Energy attacks... might be the key.

The mother insect recalled her previous successful experience of gathering power and attempting to obliterate the golden energy entity (The Sanguinor) with Psionic Energy shockwave.

The relative vulnerability of Ultramarines to Psionic Energy attacks is known intelligence.

A plan was rapidly taking shape within its cold, biological computing core.

It begins with the discovery of these anomalous units.

It was secretly mobilizing the vast bio- Psionic Energy stored deep within the mothership, as well as requesting it from the distant hive's will through the hive network.

This energy is carefully gathered, compressed, and stored in a special gland on the mothership, like a super bomb that is constantly being recharged.

Unleash a powerful, indiscriminate, and widespread Psionic Energy shockwave!

Covering major combat zones!

Even if we can't wipe them all out, as long as we can kill or severely injure some of them and obtain a few corpses...

The mother insect's calculations are cold and efficient.

Once a relatively intact Blue Warrior corpse is obtained, the Zerg hive's evolutionary forge can begin analyzing that coveted and powerful genetic sequence.

If every Tyranids could gain similar power... the Milky Way would truly be the Zerg's possession!

It began to slowly channel its accumulated Psionic Energy into its launcher, preparing to unleash this decisive, and costly, strike.

This scale of Psionic Energy release is equivalent to a Zerg version of an "Exterminatus".

It will place a huge burden on the mothership itself and may even temporarily weaken the overall Psionic Energy coordination of this Hive Fleet.

But it's worth the risk for that possible "evolutionary leap".

However, just as the Psionic Energy reached its peak and was about to burst forth—

Guilliman, who was hovering in the upper airspace of the battlefield and somewhat boredly "cleaning up" the swarm of insects, suddenly frowned slightly.

A kind of extremely subtle, yet exceptionally large "fluctuation".

It triggered his incredibly keen perception of the underlying rhythms of matter and energy, a perception honed through his ability to Atomic Manipulation.

This fluctuation does not originate from physical phenomena in the Realspace, but rather from violent disturbances at the Warp level.

With clear malice and a destructive intent, the target was the surface of Baal, especially the area where his fighting offspring were located!

He suddenly looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick cloud of insects and the barrier of the atmosphere.

Like two sharp swords, they locked onto the core of the Hive Ship that was "glowing" in orbit with unparalleled precision!

Trying to pull these kinds of tricks right under my nose?!

A cold glint flashed in Guilliman's eyes, and the slight languor he had exuded vanished instantly, replaced by icy rage and the majesty of an absolute ruler.

On the track, the mother insect's sensory organs suddenly emitted an extremely dangerous alarm!