"Hold head high!!!"
The dragon's roar was high-pitched and chilling, carrying a power that pierced the soul, causing even the frenzied demons to pause for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a blizzard descended from the sky without warning.
It wasn't the fine, scattered snowflakes of the ice field; it was a violent, all-encompassing ice and snow storm.
The icy wind, whipping up heavy snowflakes, tore a huge gap in the fiery clouds.
The burning Psychic Power fire rain collided with the wind and snow, sizzling and instantly turning into white steam that vanished without a trace.
The half-burning fire cloud was swallowed up by the sudden blizzard.
Everyone was stunned.
Lynn suddenly looked up, gazing into the depths of the snowstorm.
A long, slender azure dragon shadow, accompanied by a blizzard, swooped down from the clouds.
It is nearly ten meters long, and its scales are like the purest jade, gleaming with a cold luster in the wind and snow.
A pair of icy blue vertical pupils, sharp as blades, carrying an indifferent and oppressive aura that looked down upon all living beings.
Its wings spread out like clouds hanging from the sky, and with each flap, it stirs up biting cold winds and icy blades.
Dragon of Frost.
The mythical creature from the Brevis legend has truly descended upon us.
Lynn's heart skipped a beat, then she was enveloped in a tremendous warmth.
It's Rena.
She came after all, regardless of everything.
He was always wary of the Sisters of Silence and the Imperial Fleet, and dared not easily let Rena reveal her true form.
But when he was on the verge of life and death, she still came, landing in front of him in the most flamboyant and unparalleled manner.
"Hiss!!"
Several more sharp dragon roars followed.
Dozens of small Dragon of Frost, each three or four meters long, followed behind the main dragon, swooping down from the snowstorm.
They were smaller in size, but incredibly fast. Their blue scales were identical to those of the main dragon, and their claws and fangs gleamed with a cold light.
This is Tyranids flying Tyranid Warrior carefully crafted by Rena, which she covered with a frost shell using Psychic Power to disguise it as a baby dragon.
Like streaks of blue Lightning, they swooped down precisely at the demon horde closest to Lynn. With a swipe of their claws, ten Necrontyr were torn to shreds.
The icy breath it exhaled froze the Chaos Spawn into ice sculptures, then shattered them into dust.
The chaotic battlefield was actually torn open by these dozens of "baby dragons".
Seeing that Lynn's defenses were weak, a Helbrute let out a deep roar and charged forward with heavy steps.
It raised its Psychic Power Claw high, and with immense force, slammed them down towards Lynn's head.
"Be careful, sir!"
The few remaining guards roared and rushed forward, only to be instantly swept down by the barrage of the Helbrute's shoulder cannons.
The Power Claw drew closer, and the strong wind stung Lynn's cheeks.
Just then, two azure afterimages suddenly swept in from the side.
The two "baby dragons" simultaneously crashed into the side armor of the Helbrute, and the enormous impact caused the multi-ton war machine to tilt violently.
The Power Claw grazed Lynn's side and slammed into the ground with a loud thud, creating a large crater.
Now!
Lynn's eyes sharpened, and he didn't hesitate at all.
He touched the ground with his toes, leaped into the air, gripped the Sword of Valenia tightly with both hands, and poured all his strength and holy flames into the blade.
Golden flames burned fiercely, illuminating his resolute face.
"Die!"
With a furious roar, the longsword, scorching with holy flames, pierced precisely into the Daemon Engine core in the Helbrute's chest.
"Sizzle~!!"
The holy flames collided violently with the Chaos energy, producing a piercing sound.
The twisted souls imprisoned within the Daemon Engine emitted mournful howls, as scorching holy flames spread wildly along the pipes, burning every inch of metal and flesh.
The Helbrute's massive body convulsed violently a few times, its Power Claw drooped limply, and the light on its chest went out completely.
Then, with a loud crash, the massive iron coffin collapsed to the ground and fell silent.
Lynn landed, slightly out of breath, his hand gripping the sword feeling a little numb.
He looked up at the largest dragon shadow in the sky, his eyes filled with worry and warmth.
High in the sky, the Dragon of Frost that Rena had transformed into had locked its cold, vertical pupils onto Atia on the flying disc.
This is the man who drove Lynn to the brink of despair.
This is the person who almost ruined Brevis.
Kill him, and everything will be over.
The Dragon of Frost let out a deep roar, and the wind and snow around it suddenly became violent, with icy blue Psychic Power gathering between its claws and fangs.
Atia, however, showed no fear.
He hovered in mid-air, his eyes wide, staring intently at the azure dragon below, and the "young dragons" that were clearing away the demons.
Beneath the hood, his face was filled with an almost obsessive fervor, like a collector who had seen a priceless treasure he had always dreamed of.
" The Tyranids, it really is the Tyranids..."
He muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
"The brutal and ruthless Tyranids have actually come to protect humanity."
"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"
For Atia, who believed in the Lord of Change and sought all forbidden knowledge in the world, nothing was more attractive than the " Tyranids who achieved symbiosis with human hosts."
This is a miracle that breaks the boundaries of species, the best offering to the Lord of Change.
As long as he captures this dragon and its host, he can comprehend its infinite transformations and gain unparalleled glory under Tzeentch's command!
"Good timing!"
Atia let out a wild laugh and raised his wand high.
Rainbow-colored Psychic Power flames erupted from his body, and twisted Tzeentch runes danced in the air, converging into a massive Psychic Power shockwave that slammed into the Dragon of Frost.
Rena was equally defiant.
With a sudden flap of her wings, the swirling snow condensed into a gigantic ice dragon, which roared and charged forward into the Psychic Power shockwave.
"Boom!!!"
Ice and fire, order and Chaos —two completely different and powerful Psychic Power collided violently in the sky above Saint Garus Castle.
A violent surge of Psychic Power swept outwards in all directions, tearing the clouds apart, shattering all the castle's glass, and leaving the walls covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
The soldiers and demons on the ground instinctively stopped fighting and looked up at the earth-shattering battle.
Just as Psychic Power surged in the sky and the world changed color, deep within the Saint Garus Castle, in a long-sealed underground warehouse.
Leo St. Garus lay quietly on the dusty ground.
His face was as pale as paper, his chest remained still, and dried blood clung to the corner of his mouth.
Just hours earlier, he was ambushed by Luna's confidants, severely wounded, and left in this abandoned underground warehouse, where no one has taken care of him.
The signs of life had long since faded from him.
As his consciousness sank deeper into the darkness, images began to flash uncontrollably through Leo's mind.
He remembered when he was a child, his grandfather Caladogon would carry him on his shoulders and teach him to recognize the family crest.
I recalled the days when I was a boy, before my aunt Luna fell into depravity, and she taught me how to pilot knight mechs.
He recalled how Brevis gradually improved after Lynn's arrival.
It also reminded me of Luna's betrayal of her family, her allegiance to Chaos, and the subsequent fall of St. Garus.
Countless images intertwined, with faint whispers of the Warp lingering in the air.
Those voices were tempting, promising him power and the chance for Avenger, if he were willing to submit to the embrace of the Lord of Change.
Leo smiled bitterly to himself.
So, this is what death feels like?
In the end, he failed to accomplish anything.