On the chaotic battlefield, where artillery fire raged everywhere, an unbelievable and even comical scene unfolded.
The Tyranids's apex predator, the Hivelord, was being chased by a human, looking as flustered as a fleeing wolf or fox.
"Stop right there! If you have the guts, don't run!!!" Emrys roared, chasing frantically, so enraged he couldn't help but curse. He thought, 'You're an Hivelord, how can you have no shame, only caring about escaping?'
He had considered a myriad of scenarios, but he had never anticipated that an Hivelord, an apex predator, would possess absolutely no "dignity of a strong one"!
Of course, if the Hivelord knew his thoughts, it would likely just scoff. 'Can the respect of a strong one be eaten?'
This Hivelord was different from those Emrys had seen in his data; it was clearly more cunning and treacherous, knowing how to use numbers to wear him down.
Whenever Emrys approached the Hivelord, it would immediately turn and run, then control the surrounding Tyranid to desperately slow his advance!
After a while, even Emrys was exhausted. The number and variety of Tyranid he had slain were enough to fill a textbook!
Within the encirclement of numerous Tyranid, the Hivelord observed Emrys' condition through the gaps in its compound eyes, awaiting a perfect opportunity!
"Pshhh—" Emrys shook his blade to remove the blood, wiping the sweat from his brow, his gaze chilling as he stared at the Overlord hiding behind countless swarms.
"You're truly cunning. If anyone ever tells me again that Tyranid are all simple-minded, I'll twist their head off!"
Emrys was well aware that the Hivelord was waiting for the moment his strength would be depleted.
"You want to play dirty with me?"
Emrys sneered, looking at the Overlord hiding behind the swarm, and gave it a thumbs up.
"Alright, if you don't run later, you're this!"
Evidently, the Hivelord did not understand the meaning of Emrys' thumbs-up, only perceiving it as an exasperated act of provocation.
"Heh, if I let you run, I'm this!" Emrys twisted his wrist, thumb pointing downwards, his face full of mockery.
"Open your eyes wide, and see clearly!"
Traveler, activate!
Muttering to himself, Emrys forcefully pointed his thumb downwards towards the Hivelord, full of extreme sarcasm.
Rumble!!!
The already overcast Perdita suddenly saw its clouds churning, as if stirred by an unseen force. A terrifying aura surged downwards like a mad tide, with streaks of lightning exploding!
What's happening?!!
The biological instinct made this Hivelord feel extreme unease and panic, as if something incredibly oppressive was present!
But, in the very next second.
Boom!
A thunderclap ripped through the sky, accompanied by terrifying power, like the wrath of a God, striking directly downwards!
Violent lightning raged, currents surged like a tsunami, and within several hundred meters around Emrys, all the Tyranids were directly shattered by that lightning!
Hot airwaves rolled in the atmosphere, the ground turned to sand under the high temperature, reflecting a huge circular array inscribed with complex and profound characters.
Just as the Hivelord was stunned, a rainbow-like light descended from the sky!
At the same time, warriors clad in golden armor, forming a strict military formation, appeared on the battlefield.
And at the very front, a burly man bathed in lightning, his red cape flapping, had a resolute and heroic face.
The Asgard Divine Army—every one of them was a battle-hardened veteran who had fought alongside Odin in the Nine Realms!
To acquire the Tyranids this time, Odin had paid a hefty price, even pulling out the old veterans from his Hall of Valhalla!
Upon their appearance, the Divine Army immediately demonstrated their disciplined and formidable combat prowess, quickly forming a circle, using each other's backs as shields.
Their equipment was simple: shields and Song of Spears. After blocking the Tyranids's bites and charges, they would find an opening and thrust their Song of Spears into their mouths.
As for the terrifying appearance of the Tyranids—the Divine Army showed no reaction. In their campaigns with Odin, they had encountered many fearsome enemies, and the Tyranids's form was nothing special among them.
"Who is the enemy this time?!"
The heroic and resolute man, his face filled with fervent excitement, as if parched, cast his gaze upon Emrys.
"Kill it for me!"
Emrys pointed, clearly at the Hivelord.
For some reason, the Hivelord suddenly felt a chill invade it, its nerves involuntarily trembling.
"alien? No, it's a Tyranid!"
Thor, who had already trained in illusions, recognized the Hivelord at a glance, his pupils surging with killing intent, a cruel grin on his face.
"Good! I was killed by you once before, and this time I'm going to see who kills whom!"
"??"
The Hivelord was completely bewildered.
When had it ever seen this thing? From the Hive Mind's memories, it seemed it had never encountered him before, right?
"Loki, cover me!" Thor shouted, then charged straight ahead; that was his style.
"—I shouldn't have come with you." Loki, whose presence this time was an atonement, shook his head helplessly, then waved his staff, immediately releasing a massive illusion!
"Oh, getting smart?" Emrys saw Loki honestly using his staff and couldn't help but tease him.
"—That's all thanks to you." Loki retorted grumpily. The one time he had tried to show off, he had almost been beaten to death.
Since then, he had always remembered that he was a mage and had no need to engage in close combat with these brutes!
A massive illusion enveloped the battlefield, temporarily blinding the Hivelord's psychic detection.
Thor seized this opportunity, no longer caring about anything else. He suddenly took several strides, the ground beneath his feet crumbling with each step, his body erupting with lightning, like a dazzling, brilliant star and sun, Mjolnir spinning rapidly!
The next second, Thor leaped with all his might!
"For the Emperor!!!"
Dark clouds rolled across the sky, ten thousand bolts of lightning struck down. Thor's body stretched to its fullest extent, veins bulging on his thick arms, clear, dark tendons visible like black Dragon coiling!
And that hammer, under the impact of the lightning, erupted with unparalleled brilliance, containing infinite power, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing!
One hammer strike descended with the force of ten thousand tons!
The Hivelord had already used its four arms to parry the blow with its bone swords.
Boom!!!
The four bone swords shattered!
The lightning, surging down like a waterfall, spread in an instant, blasting apart the surrounding Tyranid, and the terrifying force plowed deep trenches into the ground!
The horrifying blow directly filled the Hivelord with fear, body and mind. Its hard chitinous carapace was almost entirely covered in cracks, and the smell of burnt flesh wafted from it.
This thing... is it human?!
The Hivelord was stunned by the hammer strike, its head buzzing, its thoughts in ran. A single blow that manipulated the energies of the heavens and earth—wasn't this purely a "C'tan"?!
Thor, alone, charged into the Tyranids swarm. He was truly a one-man army, an immovable force!
Even the Tyrant Guard, clad in thick carapaces, couldn't withstand his mighty blow. Their carapaces and flesh were smashed together like mud!
On the other side, Winnie displayed even greater power, wielding a great knight's sword wreathed in golden flames.
Wherever she passed, the Tyranids were incinerated to ash!
But the Hive Tyrant was, after all, a top predator. Even after being stunned by Thor's hammer, and despite being severely wounded,
it still possessed tenacious vitality. It let out an ear-piercing shriek, summoning Tyranids from all directions, which surged forward like a tide!
Even the Asgardian army had never seen such a massive swarm of insects!
The situation had now completely devolved into a race against time for both sides!
Would Emrys' side kill the Hive Tyrant first, or would the Asgardian army's formation be overwhelmed by the peripheral Tyranids first?
Emrys also joined the battle, his aura of blood qi growing even thicker, almost solidifying. Within it, a daemon seemed to flicker in and out of existence!
"Let's work together and kill it!!!"
Emrys, while cooperating with Thor to use magic to trap the Hive Tyrant, also dealt with the surging Tyranids.
Thor also knew the situation was dire. The longer he delayed, the greater the casualties for the Asgardian army. He had to resolve it quickly!
Whoosh!!!
Mjolnir spun rapidly, its centrifugal force propelling Thor's body like a cannonball.
The Hive Tyrant roared, swinging its broken bone-sword, as if making a desperate last stand, and collided with Thor!
Boom!
In a pure physical collision between the two, it was the Hive Tyrant that was slammed by Thor, completely overpowered.
Seizing this opening, Emrys once again cast magic. Several whip-like magical energy streams burst from the ground, binding the Hive Tyrant's four limbs!
"Now!!!"
He roared.
After a brief exhalation, Thor was enveloped in a dense thunderous light. Blinding, surging lightning all converged on his hammer. His eyes wide with fury, his right arm bulging with veins, he wound up and threw it!
Boom—!
Accompanied by deafening thunder, Mjolnir streaked like a meteor, dragging rolling airwaves behind it, like a roaring thunder dragon!
The dazzling lightning reflected in the Hive Tyrant's compound eyes.
The next moment, the hammer, imbued with immense power, shattered the Hive Tyrant's skull. Its power undiminished, it plowed a several-hundred-meter-long gully into the ground, like a giant meat grinder, pulverizing countless Tyranids in its path!
A storm mixed with blood rain fell, and residual lightning in the atmosphere flickered and jumped intermittently!
The entire Tyranids swarm seemed to fall into a state of stagnation, having lost its Hive Tyrant!
"We succeeded!"
Emrys' eyes lit up with joy.
This way, the Tyranids on the ground, without the command of a high-level node creature, would be much easier to deal with. Even if they 'regenerated,' it would require a lot of time and biomass!
However, just then!
Emrys suddenly felt a premonition, his heart pounding without warning!
This was a Warp warning!
No—Emrys suddenly noticed that the space beside him seemed somewhat distorted. He immediately pushed off the ground, attempting to escape.
But, he was ultimately half a step too slow!
A shadow several stories high suddenly warped out of the Warp. Its scythe-like forelimb swung out, its incredibly sharp edge easily slicing through the Wednesday armor!
Splat!
Emrys' chest was directly split open, a several-centimeter-deep gash bleeding profusely. His pupils trembled violently, his face filled with disbelief.
What on earth was this thing?!
He hadn't even noticed it, and it could use Warp jumps to instantly close in on him. Its attack power could even easily cut through the Wednesday armor!
Beep beep beep!
The armor blared a frantic warning, flashing red alerts!
That single blow not only shattered the armor but also cleaved through the energy shield. This thing's attack power... was outrageously strong!
Fortunately, Emrys was afraid of death and also wore a personal void shield. With three layers of defense, he barely managed to save his life!
Otherwise, he would have died just now!
But Emrys had no time for fear, because the thing was coming again. It seemed to have a layer of invisible skin, which made it very difficult to detect in the chaotic battlefield!
Even Emrys could only vaguely sense its position from the surrounding scenery and its brief disjunction from it!
Seeing that its first attack failed, the thing charged again, with the speed of a Taurus troop transport. Immediately, a suffocating pressure, like a gale, rushed towards them!
"Damn, it has psionic powers too?!"
Emrys, realizing this, only had time to conjure a Tesseract shield with his arms. Immediately after, his entire body was sent flying by an incredibly brutal Impact!
Because it happened so fast, by the time Thor noticed, Emrys had already been sent flying. He hadn't seen the thing's shadow and was about to go over.
"Be careful, this thing can turn invisible!" Emrys spat out a mouthful of blood, barely steadying himself, and roared, reminding Thor.
But it was still a little too late. Thor's beast-like intuition sensed the attack from behind, but he couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed and was directly struck head-on!
Slam!!!
However, this time, the thing missed!
The heavy and sharp scythe-like forelimb struck Thor, but was blocked by a layer of golden light. However, the immense force still sent Thor flying backward, knocking over several tank-like Tyranids before he finally stopped.
"What on earth is this thing?!" Thor was almost knocked breathless. He quickly took a few deep breaths, his face grim, and turned to ask.
"How the hell should I know?!" Emrys cursed irritably, wincing at the pain from the wound on his chest.
Only after the built-in life-sustaining agent, adrenaline, and painkiller were all injected into his body did he feel better.
At this moment, the thing finally deactivated its invisibility, its entire form coming into their view.
It was several stories high, almost the same height as an Imperial Knight, also with a thick carapace. Its two forelimbs were as sharp as scythes, and its cold eyes stared intently at Emrys, giving him a chilling feeling!
It could turn invisible, had psionic powers, was strong, cunning, possessed intelligent thought, and its size was even close to an Imperial Knight... Emrys' forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
The ultimate bio-weapon of the Tyranids, responsible for hunting down marked targets, hailed as the ultimate killer 'Norn-Emissary,' also known as—the Goddess of Fate!
Honestly, wasn't the Hive Mind really cheating?!
At this moment, Emrys understood. The Hive Tyrant was completely a bait, designed to lure him into a trap!
The Norn-Emissary was the Tyranids's ultimate killing blow!
He vaguely remembered that the first time this thing appeared should have been during the Fourth Tyranid War, right?
"To deal with me, they even brought out the 'Norn-Emissary' early. They certainly think highly of me!"
Emrys grimaced in pain, but his eyes grew colder.
That damned Hive Mind, playing tactics now!
The head of the Doom Weaver, a hybrid of insect and reptile, resembled a dragon, which explained its 'high popularity'.
Its torso was covered in thick, chitinous bio-armor, easily deflecting heavy fire, while multiple tentacles and energy conduits on its back connected it to the Hive's network.
Its most threatening scythe-like forelimbs had just demonstrated their power to Emrys and Thor, effortlessly slicing through thick armor like a butter knife.
However, it also possessed a bio-cannon capable of firing corrosive spores and high-energy plasma, potent enough to melt Emrys, which would be no major issue.
In addition to all this, this thing also had psychic powers!
It was undoubtedly the most threatening presence on the battlefield, and a highly valuable unit among the Tyranids, consuming biomass equivalent to several Hive Tyrants!
The Hive Mind's willingness to expend such resources to eliminate Emrys made him slightly regretful now; he shouldn't have been so provocative back then.
Now, to deal with him, an elite unit that should have debuted in M42 was brought out!
The problem they now faced was how to deal with this 'elite monster'.
No, in some respects, the Doom Weaver had clearly evolved into a 'boss' level unit.
Even worse, after the Hive Tyrant's death, while the entire Terra fell into leaderless chaos, it also entered a 'furious' state, madly attacking the Asgard Divine Realm's defensive line. They were running out of time!
Just as Emrys was frantically contemplating solutions, he suddenly sensed something.
He looked to the side, and from the ground not far away, a grimy figure emerged. If he hadn't quickly recognized the Imperial Army cap on his head, Emrys would have almost instinctively slashed at him!
"Lord Emrys!"
When the person spoke, Emrys realized it was none other than Political Commissar Kevin Leslie of the 371st Siege Regiment!
"How are you here?!" Emrys couldn't help but widen his eyes, utterly shocked.
This was deep in Tyranids territory; how did this bastard get here?
"How did you get here?" Emrys asked in astonishment.
"We dug our way here, lord," Kevin replied truthfully.
D-dug their way here?!
Emrys glanced back; the straight-line distance from here to their own position was ten kilometers!
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Lord, you might not be aware," Kevin Leslie straightened his cap, brushed the dust off his body, his face covered in mud, obscuring his features, but his eyes were exceptionally bright as he proudly declared, "The 371st Siege Regiment specializes in digging fortifications.
We can dig tunnels over tens of kilometers within an hour. We often used this method to bypass hive city defenses and strike directly at the enemy's heart!"
Emrys' mouth hung open. He looked up at the vast numbers of Tyranids surrounding them, momentarily at a loss for words.
This was very Krieg.
"Why aren't you guarding the front line? What are you doing here?" Emrys frowned. They still had a big boss to deal with here!
"To help you, lord!" Kevin stated righteously.
"Help me?" Emrys' mouth twitched. It wasn't that he looked down on him, but their opponent was a Doom Weaver!
"What I mean is—" Kevin Leslie took a deep breath, touched the brass whistle on his chest, seemingly hesitant for a moment, but then instantly made up his mind.
"From now on, leave it to us."
"Leave it to you?"
Emrys was stunned for a few seconds. From Kevin's resolute gaze, he seemed to guess something.
"Political Commissar Leslie, you should know that this is not an enemy the Astra Militarum can handle, even if you are Krieg!"
This was the ultimate Tyranid bio-weapon. It was no exaggeration to say that even if Imperial Knights arrived, they would probably struggle to deal with it, let alone the flesh-and-blood Astra Militarum?
"You are mistaken on one point, lord." Kevin's cap brim was low, obscuring his expression, but his tone was still filled with pride.
"We are the Astra Militarum, the Emperor's blade. There has never been an enemy we cannot defeat!"
The Astra Militarum is the Emperor's blade!
They are the most crucial force guarding the vast territories of the Imperium, not the Space Marine!
Even if the Astra Militarum's effectiveness against those monstrous foes is far less significant than that of the Space Marine, Titans, or Knights.
It is precisely because of the hundreds of millions of Astra Militarum soldiers that the Imperium has enough confidence to confront those monstrous foes!
"Wait…" Emrys didn't finish his sentence.
Kevin Leslie placed the rusty brass whistle into his mouth, puffed out his chest, took a deep breath, and blew the whistle with all his might!
Beep!
Beep!
Beeep—!
Two short and one long, the sharp brass whistle echoed across the battlefield, like the beating of war drums!
"Fix bayonets!"
Kevin leveled his hellgun, fixed a sharp bayonet to it, assumed a horse stance, looked straight ahead, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared from his throat.
"Krieg, charge—!!!"
Steel boots stomped through blood-soaked mud, mingled with chaotic footsteps, as one after another, gas-masked Krieg troopers emerged from tunnels in all directions, each holding a lasgun with a fixed bayonet.
Unlike many regiments that would cheer and shout slogans during a charge, the Krieg charge was only silence, a deathly silence.
The first wave of Krieg troopers to meet the Doom Weaver was, as expected, easily cut in half by its bio-scythes, leaving only bloodied torsos crawling and struggling in the bloody mud, trying to get closer!
However—*smash*!
The Doom Weaver had clearly received intelligence about them through the Hive's neural network. It lifted its foot and stomped the mangled Krieg troopers into a bloody pulp.
"Napalm!" Kevin shouted expressionlessly into the comms channel, continuing to direct the battle.
But his tightly clenched fists, with knuckles turning white, seemed to betray his inner turmoil.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Dozens of napalm rounds were fired in rapid succession, but the Doom Weaver once again cloaked and leaped, skillfully dodging the burning flames and hiding in the chaotic environment.
"Smoke grenades!" Political Commissar Kevin seemed to anticipate this, ordering his subordinates to deploy smoke grenades.
A large deployment of smoke grenades, though obscuring their own vision, also exposed the cloaked Doom Weaver in the dust-filled environment!
Before he could issue another command, the second wave of Krieg troopers, carrying melta bombs and entrenching tools, silently charged forward!
Watching the endless stream of Krieg soldiers emerging from the tunnels, silently charging towards the roaring Doom Weaver, Political Commissar Kevin exhaled a turbid breath and resolutely took a step forward.
"Wait, are you charging too?!" Emrys' pupils flickered. He called out to stop him.
"Of course, lord," Kevin removed his cap, a proud smile on his face, and looked back, laughing.
"I am the Political Commissar of the Krieg 371st Siege Regiment. How can soldiers charge while an Imperial Political Commissar cowers and flees?"
Neither Emrys nor Thor could interfere in the Kriegers' war.
Here, they witnessed the Kriegers, who faced death as if going home, surging like madmen towards the Fateweaver under the cover of their own artillery fire.
In fact, Emrys offered to help, but Political Commissar Kevin sternly refused.
He glanced at the wound on Emrys' chest, his brow furrowed.
"We will create an opportunity for you, but until then, no matter how many people die, you must stay here, understand?"
Emrys felt as if he had become a mere soldier, and sighed helplessly.
Then, Political Commissar Kevin stopped speaking nonsense and stepped onto the front line.
The actions of the Krieg soldiers were nothing short of suicide!
However, that will to live in the face of death astonished and impressed even Thor and the Asgardian army.
Faced with a death sentence, not one of them retreated, nor did they complain.
The soldiers of the Krieg Death Korps would always obey the Political Commissar's orders, even if what lay ahead was the roaring, abomination, and terrifying face of the Fateweaver, and its biological scythes capable of cutting through the armor of a Rhino APC, not one of them flinched.
Soon, the Fateweaver was surrounded, encircled by hundreds of people.
However, this number of people, let alone the Fateweaver, couldn't even stop a Ranger-class Imperial Knight.
Political Commissar Kevin knew this, and the Fateweaver understood it too.
The tentacles behind it suddenly pulsed.
A sharp, piercing shriek, mixed with power from the Warp, spread wildly from the Fateweaver as its center!
The engineers in front, who were carrying artillery barrels and about to aim, instantly stiffened in place, spitting out bloody foam from the respirators of their gas masks.
Because of the close proximity, their brain tissue was directly melted by the 'Psychic Scream'.
And the Fateweaver gave the Krieg soldiers no chance to re-lay traps or explosives, its huge biological scythe slashing horizontally, its sharp blade easily cutting dozens of Krieg soldiers in half!
The 'opportunity' painstakingly created with hundreds of lives was thus destroyed.
Political Commissar Kevin's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his temples, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.
"Seventh Company, cover it with artillery fire!"
With a series of artillery blasts, the soldiers of the Seventh Company, carrying launchers, fired at close range.
How close?
Perhaps only a dozen meters, a distance that would take the Fateweaver less than a second to cover.
Boom, boom, boom... Several shells continuously blasted its twisted body.
But with the defense of its thick carapace, the Fateweaver merely swayed, becoming even more enraged, its 'evil dragon'-like head with multiple compound eyes quickly locking onto one person, none other than Political Commissar Kevin, who had rushed to the front line to command.
It was not a low-level life form, but a high-level unit bred by the Hive Mind, possessing an advanced intelligence no weaker than that of humans.
Therefore, the Fateweaver immediately re-targeted the 'Political Commissar'.
To deal with Emrys, it had to get past these annoying 'bugs', and to defeat these annoying 'bugs', the first thing to do was to kill their Commander!
Blood splattered, and lives perished under the Fateweaver's huge biological scythe!
In just over ten seconds, the Fateweaver Carnaged more than seven hundred people, almost an entire company of Krieg soldiers.
And the results they achieved were so meager as to only slow down this behemoth for a few seconds.
But, for the Kriegers, that was enough!
In the trenches behind, Krieg soldiers, carrying individual launchers, fired armor-piercing shells.
The few seconds bought by seven hundred men allowed these shells to accurately hit the slowed-down Fateweaver.
Although its thick carapace could withstand heavy artillery, the 'cunning' humans interspersed a most lethal melta-bomb among them, which caught the Fateweaver completely off guard; the carapace on its left shoulder was incinerated by the melta, and the intense pain caused its steps to falter.
"Eighth Company, advance!"
Kevin did not hesitate and immediately gave the order.
Another entire company of Krieg soldiers, still wearing gas masks on their faces, as if completely fearless, stepped over the severed and crushed bodies of their comrades, charging towards the Fateweaver!
Without waiting for the Kriegers to retreat, he shouted again.
"Napalm!"
In an instant, a large amount of napalm was thrown, igniting flames hundreds of meters high, engulfing the Krieg soldiers who were charging at the front; the surging waves of fire swept with scorching heat, forcing even the Fateweaver back a few steps.
But the next scene made even the Fateweaver feel a pang of dread.
Those human soldiers wearing gas masks actually rushed into the sea of fire, one by one like ignited Pyros, silently and strenuously raising their bayonet-equipped lasguns to stab at the carapace on its legs!
Silence is for atonement!
Kriegers are born with sin, and they must atone for their sins with their lives to the forgiving and merciful Emperor!
Madmen! Madmen!
These humans are even crazier than the Tyranids!
The tentacles on the Fateweaver's back danced, connecting to the gift from the Hive Mind, and a massive psychic storm descended upon the battlefield.
In a flash, the gale swallowed the flames, simultaneously crushing those soldiers.
"Emperor above, forgive my sins." A flicker of madness flashed in Kevin Leslie's eyes, clutching the brass whistle in his hand, he roared with a grimace.
"Keep going, don't let it escape, rear artillery prepare!"
He watched with his own eyes as company after company was sent to their deaths by his orders.
And the Fateweaver, from its initial composure, even looking down on these humble ants, was gradually driven to madness.
How could it... not kill them all?!
Its biological scythe wildly swung, harvesting those tiny humans.
But as one fell, another emerged, seemingly endless, with flies constantly bothering it, making it extremely annoyed!
The Fateweaver once again unleashed its psychic power, forcibly carving a bloody path through the crowd!
Then, stepping on the corpses of numerous Krieg soldiers, its speed suddenly surged, like a shadow, dragging layers of storm.
"No good, his target is you, get away, Kevin!" Emrys noticed the opponent's intention, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, he spoke to warn, moving to try and stop the Fateweaver.
However, he saw a hint of sharpness in Political Commissar Kevin's eyes.
Emrys immediately froze in place, a conjecture forming in his mind.
The next moment, the Fateweaver, having trampled through the Krieg army formation, its huge biological scythe directly pierced through the Political Commissar's chest!
Blood, gushed out like a waterfall!
Political Commissar Kevin was impaled by the huge scythe, lifted high like an ant.
And the Fateweaver, as if showing off, held his body high, its compound eyes on its head emitting a chilling gaze, intimidating the surrounding Krieg soldiers.
The Krieg soldiers seemed to genuinely fear, retreating like a tide.
Seeing this scene, the Fateweaver let out a seemingly mocking laugh, its huge scythe-like forelimb hanging Political Commissar Kevin, as if displaying a trophy.
"Finally... you fell for it!" Blood overflowed from Kevin's lips, his expression growing increasingly maniacal, his bloodshot pupils glaring at the behemoth, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
"Remember me, I am Political Commissar Kevin Leslie of the Krieg 371st Siege Regiment!!!"
As he spoke, he tore open his military uniform, revealing "Melta-bombs" neatly strapped inside!
It turned out that from the moment Kevin stepped onto the battlefield, he had already prepared for sacrifice; everything before was merely to create an opportunity for this moment!
He knew that this monster's target would definitely be himself.
"Fa... Father, I have not failed your expectations!"
Political Commissar Kevin's face was grim, he roared with full of ferocity.
"I refuse to believe this won't kill you!!!"
These words, mixed with shattered organs, gushed from his blood-Eruption throat.
Boom!!!
The terrifying melta-bomb exploded, instantly unleashing a scorching wave of fire!
The blazing fireball that shot into the air was dozens of meters high, the high temperature melted the surrounding ground, and a visible Impact spread out!
The Fateweaver's bio-armor was thick, but even the thickest bio-armor could not withstand such a close-range, large-volume melta-bomb; its hard carapace was blasted with cracks everywhere, and green blood gushed out.
Now, the Fateweaver looked far less imposing than it did initially, even a bit pathetic.
Suddenly, it felt a gust of wind.
But looking up, a projection of the Terra Hive Mind appeared before it.
Strange... What's going on?
"Hurry, I can't hold on!" Blood spilled from Loki's nose and mouth; he forcibly severed the connection with the Hive Mind, temporarily confusing this terrifying monster with mental magic, relaxing its vigilance, and creating an opportunity for the two of them.
The next moment!
Thundering roars echoed through the sky, accompanied by a bloody rainbow light descending.
"Die—!"
"Die!!!"
Emrys and Thor, using all their strength, one on the left and one on the right.
Taking advantage of the Fateweaver being confused by Loki, Mjolnir, charged with lightning, and the Blade of Atropos, entwined with dense blood light, fell upon the temporarily dazed and severely wounded Fateweaver's head, like a judgment from the gods!
Boom!!!
The mighty wind roared, blood and thunder intertwined!
The combined force of the two caused the Fateweaver's head to explode like a watermelon!
They did not fail Political Commissar Kevin, who created the opportunity for them.
The Krieg Death Korps, truly worthy of their name!
They proved to the Hive Mind with their actions that even tiny and humble ants, if gathered in sufficient numbers, can bite an elephant to death!
Emrys turned and looked at the Krieg Korps.
Almost everywhere wounded, yet still standing tall, like living monuments.
"May the Emperor guide them home, and grant them the Light of miracles in despair."
"Deliver them from that inescapable heavy Darkness, and lead them to see the Light again."
"And may Political Commissar Kevin Leslie's soul return to the Golden Throne; you are worthy of the Imperium, even more worthy of the Schola Progenium, and worthy of... the name of Krieg!"