The Archangel

She couldn't speak any more.

Because her logic array could not explain the scene in front of her.

What she doesn't know is that Smart Atoms is flowing in these Space Marines's bodies.

Those atoms allow them to fly at supersonic speeds, survive in a vacuum, and tear through armor with their bare hands.

But more importantly, those atoms allow them to share perceptions, synchronize tactics, and coordinate actions through Gene-seed.

What one Ultramarines sees can be transmitted to all Ultramarines instantly.

The threat felt by one Blood Angels can instantly alert all Blood Angels.

A weakness discovered by Dark Angels can be exploited by all legions instantly.

This is a gift from Guilliman.

He used Atomic Law and Law of Eternity to create the perfect army bit by bit.

Every Space Marines is a humanoid Titans.

And 20,000 humanoids Titans working together are an army capable of crushing any enemy.

On the armor of a Necrons Titans, hundreds of Space Marines are frantically chipping away at it.

They used Power Sword, Power Axe, power hammers, and all available weapons to chip away at the dark green armor.

The armor is a composite structure of Blackstone and Living Metal, which is enough to withstand the bombardment of Macro-cannon.

But those Space Marines weapons are covered with Smart Atoms, and the atoms will decompose at the atomic level the moment they come into contact with Blackstone.

"Thank you, Lord Regent, for the gift!" Ultramarines shouted, chiseling off a large piece of armor with a sword.

"Thank you, Lord Regent, for the gift!" The surrounding soldiers responded in unison, and the weapons in their hands were chiseling faster.

A Dark Angels veteran's hands were numb from the chisel. He looked at the thick armor and suddenly remembered something.

He cleared his throat and said loudly, "Brothers, let me tell you a story."

"Speak!" The soldier next to him continued to chisel without raising his head.

"Old Terra There is an old man named Yu Gong.

There are two big mountains in front of his house, blocking the road.

He took his family and dug with shovel after shovel to level the mountain."

The soldiers around were chiseling and listening.

"Some people laughed at him and said, "How can you dig down two mountains with such little manpower?"

Yu Gong said, "If I die, I will have a son, and if my son dies, I will have grandsons. There is no limit to the number of children and grandchildren, but if the mountain does not increase, why bother to be equal?"

A Iron Warriors soldier stopped and wiped his sweat. "This is a good story.

We are Yu Gong, and this Titans is the mountain."

"Yes!" Dark Angels veteran chiseled off a fragment with his sword, "Tear this Titans apart, break it into parts, and send it to Adeptus Mechanicus.

There's no guarantee that our next Power Sword will turn into Blackstone!"

The soldiers' eyes lit up.

Blackstone Power Sword? What is that concept? It can suppress Psionic Energy, tear Warp, and chop Necrons like melons and vegetables?

"Demolish it!" a World Eaters soldier roared, and the Power Axe in his hand struck harder, "Demolish it!"

"Demolish, demolish, demolish!" hundreds of soldiers shouted at the same time, and the chisel sound was like a war drum, echoing on the battlefield.

The Titans began to tremble under the siege of hundreds of weapons.

Its shields are overloading, its armor is peeling, and its core is whining.

It tried to fight back, tried to release energy pulses, tried to shake off the ants on its body.

But there were too many ants, they were too fierce, and they were too desperate.

They cut through the armor, they cut through the structure, they cut into the core.

Ten minutes later, the Titans crashed to the ground.

Its fragments were collected by the soldiers, put into the recovery cabin, and labeled "Exclusively for Adeptus Mechanicus".

Then they rushed to the next Titans.

On the other side of the battlefield, the most fanatical, bloodthirsty, and lawless warriors were enjoying pure killing.

A World Eaters warrior threw away Power Axe and rushed into the Necrons group with his bare hands.

He grabbed the head of a Necrons, twisted it hard, and pulled the head out of the body together with the spine.

He threw the head at another Necrons, causing it to stagger back.

Then he rushed forward, punched it through the chest, took out its energy core from its back, and crushed it into pieces.

A Iron Warriors soldier was squatting behind the ruins, and his Bolter had been empty of all ammunition.

He threw away the gun, pulled out the two Chainfist holsters from his waist, and rushed out.

His gloves shone coldly in the sun, and the teeth of the chain saw were spinning at high speed.

He punched a Necrons in the chest, and the chain saw crushed its internal structure.

He pulled out his fist, and the fragments of Necrons slipped from his gloves.

He hit another one, and another one.

A Dark Angels warrior silently wielded Power Sword. His sword skills were precise and deadly, and each sword penetrated Necrons's vitals.

There was not a drop of blood on his body, and there was not a trace of disorder in his breathing.

He is like a sophisticated killing machine, harvesting lives in the Necrons group.

A Thousand Sons Psyker is suspended in mid-air, surrounded by blue Psionic Energy lightning.

His hands were drawing runes in the void, and each rune exploded, turning dozens of Necrons around him into ashes.

There was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, as if all this was in his calculations.

"Fight! It's fun!" a World Eaters warrior roared. His Power Axe had already curled its blade, but he was still slashing. "You don't have to pay for cutting Necrons! You don't have to write a report! You don't have to accept Inquisition investigation! It's cool!"

The surrounding soldiers laughed loudly and slashed harder with the weapons in their hands.

Usually, to kill a Chaos traitor, you have to write a report of several thousand words and undergo political review for fear of being corrupted by Chaos.

But cut Necrons? Cut it as you like! Cut it as much as you want! Emperor approves! Guilliman approves! All mankind approves!

Then you have to cut it off quickly!

Star Phaeron finally couldn't stand it anymore.

She walked out of the command ship, surrounded by a dark green star mist, which was the projection of countless micro phase generators, each one of which was enough to tear apart the shield of a battleship.

She held a scepter in her hand. The top of the scepter was inlaid with a C'tan Shard crystal, which was enough to condense energy enough to evaporate everything.

She raised her hand, and the star mist turned into countless small beams of light, shooting at the Space Marines that were wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

Wherever the beam passed, the void was distorted.

Several Thousand Sons and Psyker were hit. Their shields were like tissue paper in front of the beam, and their bodies decomposed in the beam.

Several World Eaters warriors were hit, their Power Armour melted in the beam, and their flesh and blood evaporated in the beam.

Several Ultramarines were hit, and they tried to block it with their Smart Atoms shields, but the beam penetrated the shield, penetrated the armor, and penetrated their bodies.

Star Phaeron walked forward.

Every step she took was steady and powerful, leaving deep footprints on the ground, and making the Space Marines around her step back.

The scepter was spinning in her hand, and the C'tan Shard crystal was glowing. The light was getting brighter, brighter, and more and more terrifying.

"Get out of the way," her voice was cold and calm, "Let me come."

She raised her scepter, ready to attack again.

At this moment, a golden sword stood in front of her.