Rising Star

The corners of Malcador's mouth raised slightly, and there was a hint of comfort in the smile, "But don't worry, today's human beings are once again climbing on the road of genes. They are even close to the law."

His eyes fell on Guilliman, and his eyes were full of pride. "The person in front of me is the Lord of Eternity.

He is also the source of all Smart Atoms in Space Marines's body today.

The current Space Marines is almost comparable to Golden Age and Gold Men in every aspect."

Guilliman's fingers tightened slightly.

Gold Men, that is Golden Age, the pinnacle creation of human genetic engineering.

Each Gold Men possesses near-immortal life and the power to destroy heaven and earth.

"So,"

Lion spoke, his voice low and powerful, "We are not afraid of a broken Necron Empire who has been sleeping for 60 million years."

Malcador nodded, his smile full of confidence, "Not at all."

Guilliman stood up and glanced at each brother.

Lion's eyes were burning with fighting spirit, Sanguinius had a gentle smile on his face, Dorn's expression was still like a rock, Perturabo's fingers started tapping the table again, but the rhythm was no longer irritable, the corners of Angron's mouth were slightly raised, and Magnus's single eye was shining with the light of Psionic Energy.

"Then fight."

Guilliman said with a calm but firm voice, "Let them see what it means to be a rising star."

Macragge's Honour is speeding through the void.

The engine of the Gloriana-class Battleship has been overloaded to the limit, and the blue tail flame drags out a trajectory of tens of thousands of kilometers in the void, like a burning galaxy.

The surface of the ship's hull is flowing with the unique silver luster of Smart Atoms, which is Law of Eternity personally blessed by Guilliman - allowing the speed of this giant ship to exceed the limit of the laws of physics.

The emblem of Ultramarines is engraved on the ship, and the golden U-shaped letter shines in the void. It is the glory of the Thirteenth Legion, the symbol of Five Hundred Worlds, and the eternal mark given by Emperor to the heirs of Guilliman.

Titus stood on the bridge, looking at the endless void ahead.

His Power Armour is ready.

It was Mark X Tactical Dreadnought Armour, painted in the unique blue and gold colors of Ultramarines, and the emblem of Second Company was engraved on the left shoulder armor - a white sentinel pattern, symbolizing the responsibilities of Master of the Watch.

Every joint has been coated with the most precise lubricating oil, and every gap has been sealed with holy wax. The breastplate still has traces of corrosion from Tyranids body fluids in the last battle.

His Power Sword is inserted at the side of his waist, and the sword is flowing with light blue energy, which is the power of Law of Eternity personally blessed by Guilliman.

His Bolt Pistol has been loaded, and each of the twenty special explosive bombs is enough to penetrate the armor of a Leman Russ Battle Tank.

Behind him is Second Company's 250,000 Ultramarines.

This number sounds ridiculous, because according to Astartes Codex regulations, a Space Marines company only has one hundred people.

But times have changed.

Guilliman rewrote the Holy Code and rewrote all prohibitions on the Legion.

Dark times require dark means, and two and a half million Ultramarines--this is the size of the Thirteenth Legion today.

The brothers of Titus are neatly arranged on each deck of the battleship.

Some were wiping their weapons, some were reciting silent prayers, and some were making final preparations before the battle.

Their Power Armour are also painted in blue and gold, their weapons are equally sharp, and their eyes are equally burning with fighting intent.

But each of them has only one thought in their mind - to go home.

Go back to Terra, go back to Gene-Father, go back to the war that is about to break out.

"Sir," the navigator's voice came from the communication channel.

"A large abnormal energy signal has been detected ahead."

It is a residual trace of phase transmission.

The quantity is very large.

Titus's brows wrinkled slightly.

Phase transmission is the unique navigation technology of Necrons.

They do not sail through Warp like humans, but directly shuttle through Material Universe through phase technology, ignoring distance and obstacles, just like ghosts.

"Can you tell what unit it is?" he asked.

The navigator was silent for a moment, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"It's Necrons."

At least... hundreds of millions.

On the bridge, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Hundreds of millions.

This number made the air freeze.

Second Company There are only 250,000 people, and there are 100 million Necrons ahead.

But Titus's expression did not change.

He just looked forward calmly, with a cold determination in his eyes.

He has seen more desperate battlefields in Imperium Nihilus, he fought in and out of the center of Tyranid Hive, and he stood firm in the frenzy of Chaos Daemons.

One hundred million Necrons? It's just a larger insect swarm.

"Can you go around it?"

The navigator shook his head.

"No."

Their formation was so dense that it covered the entire route.

If we have to make a detour, we will be delayed for at least three days.

Titus was silent for three seconds.

Three days.

Three days are enough for the Necrons army to advance to the outside of Terra.

Three days are enough for those cold metal monsters to burn the flames of war to the feet of Golden Throne.

Three days were enough for his father to face that huge army alone.

He can't wait.

His brothers can't wait either.

"Keep going." Titus's voice was calm, as if he was talking about today's weather.

"Prepare to fight."

In the void, a huge fleet is slowly advancing.

That is the fleet of Blade Phaeron·Mesophit.

Silent King One of the final Three Saints, Necron Empire is the core of the will to fight in close combat, and is the general commander of the entire army in close combat.

In the Necron Empire's war system, Blade Phaeron's status is second only to Silent King himself, and is the spiritual pillar of the entire Necrons army.

His fleet consists of three thousand Reaper-class Battleship and twenty thousand Ghost Ark.

Reaper-class Battleship is the main battleship of the Necrons fleet. Each ship is twelve kilometers long, and its surface is covered with heavy Living Metal armor.

The armor can repair itself the moment it is penetrated, just like the skin of a living creature.

The bow of the battleship is equipped with Doomsday Rift Cannon, which can emit focused astral energy that can tear apart planetary shields with one strike.

Dozens of Gauss Cannons towers are arranged on both sides of the hull, capable of pouring firepower at a rate of tens of thousands of rounds per minute.

Ghost Ark is the most terrifying assault vehicle of Necrons.

Their size is only one-tenth of the Reaper-class class, but their speed is ten times that of the latter.

They can shuttle through Phase World, ignore any material barriers, and appear directly from inside the enemy's defense line.

Each Ghost Ark can carry one hundred Necron Warriors, and the landing has been completed before the enemy can react.

At this moment, this huge fleet was arranged in a neat attack formation, like a dark green steel forest, advancing silently in the void.

At the forefront of the fleet is the flagship of Blade Phaeron - a huge "Dust Scythe" shape.

That is his symbol and his weapon.

Blade Phaeron himself was standing on the bridge of the flagship, looking ahead silently.

His body is made of the top Necrodermis, which is the pinnacle material of Necron Technology. It is a hundred times stronger than ordinary Living Metal. There are dark green energy lines flowing on the surface - that is the energy overflow from C'tan Shard in the throne.

His face was hidden under the helmet, with only his eyes exposed.

Dark green, cold, without any emotion.

That is the gaze accumulated over 65 million years, which has witnessed the fall of Old Ones, the destruction of C'tan, and the rise and fall of countless civilizations.

In his hand, he held the Dust Scythe.

It was the pinnacle creation of Necron Technology, given by Silent King himself, and forged from the core of an entire neutron star.

The sickle blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, but can easily tear any material - from Space Marines's ceramic Power Armour to Titans's Void Shield, they are all as thin paper in front of Dust Scythe.

The ancient Necrons runes are engraved on the sickle handle. Each rune represents a victory over C'tan, and every line records the glory of War in Heaven.