Too Confident
Titus looked at the holographic image and was silent for a moment.
Primarch level.
His father's figure appeared in his mind, thinking of his father's power that could shake the stars, and thinking of the golden light blessed by Law of Eternity.
He suddenly laughed.
That smile was full of fighting spirit, but not a trace of fear.
"Primarch level?" he said softly.
"That must be a good opponent."
He stood up, and the Power Armour made a low hum as he moved.
He looked at the Necrons fleet getting closer and closer in front of him, with only one thought in his mind - he could not let Gene-Father down.
"Send the order," his voice sounded over the communication channel, spreading throughout the entire battleship.
"The entire ship has entered the highest combat readiness."
All brothers, get ready to join the gang.
Sergeant Major Kor Phaeron stepped forward.
He is a two-meter-three-meter-tall giant, half a head taller than Titus, with muscles all over his body, and he is holding a huge Power Axe in his hand.
He is a veteran of Second Company, having experienced more than 300 battles, and is one of Titus's most trusted lieutenants.
"Company commander," he said, his voice sounding like gravel grinding against each other.
"The number of enemies is hundreds of times greater than ours."
Should we report Terra first and request support?
Titus looked at him, with a firmness in his eyes that was irrefutable.
"How can I have the nerve to see Gene-Father when I saw him and let him run away?"
He turned around and looked at the green fleet outside the porthole, with a hint of cold smile in his voice.
"Gene-Father really won't let me change my name to Luna Wolves when the time comes, right?"
Kor Phaeron was silent.
Luna Wolves.
That is the name of Horus's former legion, the name of a traitor, and the deepest shame in every Ultramarines's heart.
They can't let Gene-Father down, they can't let Thirteenth Legion's glory be shamed, and they can't let that damn Xenos show off its power on their territory.
"Yes, company commander!" Kor Phaeron's voice was firm and powerful, like a war cry.
Titus turned around and looked at the Necrons fleet that was getting closer and closer, looking at the dark green battleship like a steel forest, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Full speed ahead."
Hit it.
Macragge's Honour's engine accelerated suddenly, and the huge battleship was like a silver meteor, dragging a long tail flame and crashing straight into the core of the Necrons fleet.
The alarms of all Necrons battleships sounded at the same time, and all the overlords' eyes were focused on that crazy human battleship.
Blade Phaeron stood on the bridge of the flagship, looking at the approaching silver meteor, and was silent for a moment.
Then, he spoke, and there was a hint of emotion in his voice that was rare in 65 million years.
"Are all humans in this era so brave?"
Macragge's Honour collided with the formation of the Necrons fleet.
The impact was so violent that dozens of Ghost Arks were instantly shattered into pieces, like glass struck by a hammer.
The green Living Metal fragments scattered in the void, illuminating the outline of the silver battleship.
At the moment of impact, the hangar door of Macragge's Honour opened at the same time.
Two hundred and fifty thousand Ultramarines, like a blue torrent, spurted out from the battleship and rushed towards the Necrons fleet.
Kor Phaeron rushed to the front.
His Power Axe drew an arc in the air, splitting a Ghost Ark in half from the middle.
The Living Metal armor of the battleship was cut open like butter in front of him, and the Necron Warriors inside was torn to pieces by the shock wave before he had time to react.
"For Guilliman!"
His roar was silent in the vacuum, but every Ultramarines felt the fighting spirit.
Seratus follows closely behind.
His Bolter fired accurately, and each bomb accurately hit the energy core of a Necrons battleship.
Those battleships turned into fireballs in the explosion, with debris flying everywhere.
More Ultramarines came up.
Their speed is extremely fast, flying at supersonic speed in the void, and their trajectories are as flexible as swimming fish, making it impossible for Necrons's aiming array to lock on.
Their strength is so ridiculous that they can penetrate Ghost Ark's armor with one punch and crush Reaper-class Battleship's turret with one kick.
A Ultramarines rushed up to a Ghost Ark. The surface of the battleship was covered with thick Living Metal armor, which was enough to withstand the Macro-cannon bombardment of the Imperium cruiser.
But the soldier just stretched out his hand, inserted his fingers into the armor, and Living Metal deformed like clay between his fingers.
Then he tore it with all his strength - the hundreds of meters long warship was torn into two halves with his bare hands.
The wreckage of Necron Warriors floated out from the broken hull and slowly rotated in the void.
Another Ultramarines meets a team of Immortals.
Those Immortals are the backbone of Necrons. Their bodies are made of the strongest Living Metal, and they hold Gauss Weapons in their hands that can penetrate any armor.
They formed a standard firing formation and fired simultaneously.
Dozens of green energy beams intertwined into a web of death, enough to cover any direction.
But the warrior's speed was too fast.
He shuttled through the barrage as if walking in the rain, every dodge was just right, and every move made the energy beam barely miss his Power Armour.
He rushed to the middle of Immortals, and Power Sword swept across. Wherever the sword light passed, a dozen Immortals were chopped into two pieces at the same time.
Those Living Metal fragments were floating in the void, like green snowflakes.
Another Ultramarines directly collided with a Reaper-class Battleship.
His body was like a cannonball, piercing the armor of the battleship and leaving a huge hole in the hull.
He rushed in, wreaked havoc inside for thirty seconds - killing hundreds of Necron Warriors, destroying the battleship's power core - and then rushed out from the other side.
The battleship lost power and began to sink slowly, and the green light on the hull was extinguished one by one.
Blade Phaeron stood on the bridge of the flagship, looking at the blue figures, and was silent for a long time.
Its optical sensors faithfully record every data.
The speed of those humans is twelve times the speed of sound, their strength is enough to tear Ghost Ark's armor with their bare hands, and their reaction speed is fast enough to dodge Gauss Weapons's ballistics.
The energy signal strength of each blue warrior is close to the Adeptus Custodes data stored in his database.
Adeptus Custodes.
That is Emperor's personal guard, Imperium of Man's most powerful warrior, and Golden Throne's guardian.
Every Adeptus Custodes has gone through harsh training that ordinary people cannot imagine, and they all have the strength to fight against an entire Necrons army.
And here, there are 250,000.