The Color Blue
"The shadows I see, the shadows that want to swallow up the blue, majestic mountains, are wishful thinking."
His voice became louder and louder, "Everyone, open our eyes, that is exactly the color of our hometown Terra 20,000 years ago.
Blue ocean, golden land, green hope!
And now all this is in our eyes.
The great and sacred Gene-Father has given us the sacred bloodline, allowing our eyes to become such a holy color.
We will sing his name, wave our bodies made of his blood, and we will fight to the death!"
He closed the holy book and put it back at his waist.
Those blue-gold eyes swept over the warriors who were lining up.
Half a million Ultramarines stood quietly, and on the side, there were Blood Angels, and even more Dark Angels.
The three legions combined already have a million people.
One million.
Not one million ordinary warriors, but one million old Adeptus Custodes level combat units.
Everyone can fly in a vacuum, everyone can tear apart Titans's armor with bare hands, and everyone has enough power to make Imperium tremble thousands of years ago.
Even if the shadow of the insect nest covers the entire Warp, to them, it is just dirt that needs to be removed from the Milky Way curtain, which can be torn apart with an all-out charge.
Swarm Prince flew out from Hive Ship.
His body was suspended in the void, his posture calm and elegant, like a nobleman walking in his Garden of Nurgle.
He felt the freedom of physically becoming a planet-level life at this moment, and his self-confidence reached an unprecedented level.
He believes that he can end all this, he believes that he can make the insect nest evolve again. He is the future of the insect nest, and he is the future of this Milky Way!
His eyes passed through the Imperial Fleet who were lining up, and landed on Titus, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Call your father, call Primarch!"
His voice echoed in the void, "You are not worthy of my action.
What I want to see is Guilliman."
Titus looked at him, there was no anger in those blue-gold eyes, only a kind of contempt of "who do you think you are?"
"You don't deserve to let him take action."
He took a step forward, and with that step, his entire body flew out from the top of Macragge's Honour, suspended in the void.
"Because we are already here, we are their embodiment.
If you want to see his holy face, then fight until he is willing to see you.
Let him show you how powerful you are, show him the glory you can have!
Use everything you have to pray for His mercy!"
He raised the Power Sword in his hand.
"The whole army - charge!"
A blue-gold frenzy surged.
Five hundred thousand Ultramarines advanced at the same time, and their speed increased extremely fast. As soon as the sensory organs of those Tyranids captured their outlines, their sword blades had already cut into the front line of the insect swarm.
The light of Power Sword interweaves into an airtight net in the void, and the carapace of Tyranids is like tissue paper under the net.
A red-gold frenzy followed, and the Blood Angelss dispersed into countless small, dagger-like formations, cutting into the flanks and rear of the insect swarm from all angles.
The dark green frenzy surrounded them from below, and the Dark Angelss maintained an almost cold silence. Their Power Swords drew precise arcs in the void, and each arc accurately cut through the gaps in the joints and carapace of the Tyranidss.
Swarm Prince also gave the order.
Behind him, countless Hive Ship began to decompose all biomass, producing all insect swarm creatures that can advance in the void.
Those bugs and inferior combat units can still be used as good means of delay and siege.
After all, the insect swarm doesn't have much else, it just has a lot of biomass and can build troops quickly!
Only the swarm Primarch and Swarm Prince obtained Smart Atoms. Those ordinary Tyranids warriors could still only rely on numbers and instinct to fill the gap.
The two waves began to collide in the endless void.
A brave warrior of Blood Angels, with flowing blond hair and standard blue eyes.
He swings his sword, and each sword can slash countless insect swarm creatures.
This time, the swarm creatures began to scream.
This soldier remembered that he had fought against the swarm before, in Baal.
At that time, these things would indeed show their greedy appearance, and they would indeed show their painful instincts after being chopped down.
But after all, it is only the instinct that originates from the body, not from the soul.
But this time, the Blood Angels warrior relied on his perception of pain to feel that the bug in front of him was really in pain and screaming because of the approaching death.
Is it because the birth was too fast and the birth of the soul was not completely blocked?
Blood Angels also knows that no matter what kind of creature, as long as it is a creature, it always has a soul, but the strength of the soul's projection can be determined innately.
Just like Eldar is a natural creature of Psionic Energy, they originally have projections in Warp, purely derived from themselves.
The Psyker among humans is a naturally derived Psionic Energy creature, and is not that pure.
That's why in the old days, Psyker was so easy to lose control of.
Apart from these two races, few races have truly begun to evolve in the direction of Psyker. There are even many races that are Psionic Energy insulated and have no Psionic Energy talent.
This means that their Psionic Energy strength is much weaker than that of humans and Eldar.
And the weakest one Blood Angels has ever seen in his life is only Tyranids.
The souls of these things have been deliberately reduced from the moment they were born, leaving only pure instinct - pure hunger, pure desire, and all other wills have been suppressed.
Even when humans created Servitor, they would not have done it so thoroughly.
Although there are doubts in my heart, the war has begun, and there is no reason to stop and no desire to explore!
Blood Angels was bathing in the corrosive blood of Tyranids, which was no different from warm water to him who owned Smart Atoms.
To fight bloody battles until death is the supreme glory and happiness!
Blood Angels, who usually knows a lot about biology, did not continue to explore.
The group of Dark Angels who symbolize the will of the first Primarch Lion·El Jonson knight have no desire to explore.
They are Emperor's warriors, they are Imperium's warriors, just kill these respectable Xenos.
As for these Xenos's dying cries, it doesn't matter.
They don't find it interesting or interesting.
This is just the stage they have to go through to die.
What Dark Angels wants to do is to bring real death to this group of insects that consider themselves the devourers of Warp.
"You know nothing about death, and you know nothing about the power of the human race!
We will make you understand how pathetic the nonsense you just said is."
A Dark Angels Grand Master pulled a Power Sword specially forged by Belisarius Cawl to a Primarch of the insect swarm.
Since Belisarius Cawl merged Vashtorr with Divinity, the weapons he created can be called artifacts.
Only Grand Master, which requires a hundred thousand people to be born among Dark Angels, is qualified to be equipped with such a weapon.