The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3050: The Evil Star Slashes the Evil Bug

When facing a bio-titan, the strength on the battle line is clearly not enough. The Star Phantoms still have two squads of Sicaran battle tanks, but their weapons are not suitable for fighting titans, and it will take time to transfer them from other war zones.

Lacking anti-titan ground forces and with aerial forces stretched thin, the glide bombs dropped had no effect. The Flesh Tearers could only gather the nearest armored units to attempt a futile resistance.

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Soon, a squad of Leman Russ tanks with the Star Phantoms' markings and another tank with the same markings but a relatively special design quickly drove from both sides of the flood dike—after Project 520 was put into actual combat, all Astartes had a good evaluation of it. The tank still used the code name 520 externally. So, Zosimos couldn't make himself so conspicuous.

"Concentrate fire on the head."

Hayes watched the tanks approach the titan, but he felt that this order was meaningless, although it was an action that should be taken.

More than 15 tanks fired in succession within a few seconds, and huge shells exploded on the Tyranid behemoth, which the Mechanicum labeled as "Bug Saint." The chitinous armor shell was shattered, and with a burst of strong acid, viscous, shiny liquid also poured out of the wound and sealed it. The organic armor reassembled, and then the Bug Saint angrily lowered the bio-cannon on its forelimbs. The tanks tried to move. The mobility advantage of the 520 was evident. They started in three seconds and quickly moved away from the launch position, but the Leman Russ was much slower. Two unlucky Leman Russ were eventually hit by bio-plasma, and then detonated in a bright white flash. The turrets flew very high, even flying over Hayes' head and hitting behind their position.

Then, the Bug Saint changed direction and began to move towards the city.

The mobile tank detachment immediately shelled to block it. The shells hit the monster's body, but the explosion only made it lower its head to look down, and that was it.

It roared at the city, its voice as huge as an earthquake, but also as high-pitched as the most inhuman, mad scream, and under its towering limbs were countless surging swarms of bugs. They were about to sweep over Hayes' position and then devour everything—

Whoosh—

Suddenly, the sky was ignited, followed by a surge of scorching heat. Hayes was forced to put on his helmet and lower his goggles by the glare, but the intense impact forced him to squat behind cover.

But he still saw it. A beam of scorching light descended from the sky, accurately hitting the titan's body. The behemoth struggled frantically, stomping on the ground, seemingly in great pain from being burned by the laser, but only two seconds later, its body was burned through. The huge body collapsed like a collapsed puppet, broken into two sections and slumped downward, turning into a steaming hill.

When the beam disappeared, there was a roar. Hayes raised his head and saw swarms of aircraft piercing the spore cloud, swooping down with scorching heat. Along with them came large chunks of wreckage from the Tyranid bio-ships, falling like meteors.

"The orbital... the orbital fleet is back!!"

Thunderhawk formations approached the ground at extremely high speeds, then began to slow down, raised their noses, and opened their hatches hundreds of meters above the ground.

"There is one Neurothrope and three Zoanthropes. Prioritize eliminating these psychic targets."

After conveying the order, Barachiel was the first to jump out of the Thunderhawk and fall downward. The Horns of the Unbowed Hero crackled in his hand, and the melta pistol in his other hand was ready to fire.

Through the spreading smoke, the eyeless quadrupedal behemoth was below, surrounded by a group of Warriors, and further away floated three Zoanthropes.

Realizing the threat in the sky, the Neurothrope immediately maximized its psychic power. The psychic tentacles instantly swelled, like a huge, translucent, dark gray octopus, and wrapped towards Barachiel, who was falling from the sky.

"Unbowed Hero! Trample the myriad armies!"

At the moment when he was touched by the psychic tentacles, Barachiel was like a red-hot iron ball thrown into ice. Instantly, the rich psychic power that even distorted the air rapidly collapsed as if it had evaporated. The Neurothrope also let out a painful roar, shaking its head, and deep purple blood arrows burst out from the gaps in its body, as if it had detonated severe internal injuries.

Just before colliding with the opponent, Barachiel adjusted his posture, ignited his jump pack, and stepped on the Neurothrope's back with just the right amount of force, shattering the carapace and causing the soft brain tissue inside to spurt out like crushed jelly. Then, he first shot the opponent's neck, and then jumped up the moment the Neurothrope struggled. At the same time as landing, he chopped off its head with a sword, eliminating the monster that had stumped tens of thousands of people. And he immediately raised his sword again, chopping off the head of a Warrior that pounced over, and quickly put away his melta pistol, taking out an extended metal rod from behind. He quickly inserted the Horns of the Unbowed Hero on it—the weapons of the Forge Fathers all have modular combination functions. This was something that Barachiel only knew long after he got the Horns of the Unbowed Hero, and this extended metal rod can not only turn the Horns of the Unbowed Hero into a long weapon, but also give it the ability to burst plasma through the connection with the gauntlet.

Combining the Horns of the Unbowed Hero into a spear form, Barachiel dodged a Warrior's chop with a flash, and then rushed forward, piercing its chest and abdomen with a spear before the other could fire with its bio-weapon. Then he lifted it up abruptly, turned around and smashed it like a warhammer on the Warrior that was chasing after him.

But then the ground shook. In the gray marrow state, Barachiel's senses were more acute than ever before. He sensed the approaching threat. The plasma spear in his hand rotated in a circle, beheading a Warrior, and then throwing its corpse towards the direction of the threat.

A hideous Warrior Prime stood upright to its highest state, violently whipping out its scythe-like forelimbs at a blinding speed, instantly cutting the flying Warrior into several pieces. This Warrior Prime seemed to have undergone some kind of specialization. Its body was larger and its limbs were more bizarre. Barachiel used his spear to block the whip that the opponent threw, and cut it off with the spearhead. The injured Warrior Prime's thorny body immediately rushed forward, trying to grab Barachiel's shoulder armor with its long and flexible claws.

Barachiel's figure was as fast as lightning, and his spear was like a dragon. He instantly chopped off two wrists. The alien screamed, and a spasm passed through its torso. A dozen fleshy barbs shot out from the chitinous sheath between the ribs. If hit, even power armor would be penetrated and then embedded in the flesh.

But although the extremely fast flesh hooks hit Barachiel, they did not penetrate the opponent's armor. A layer of frost-like white mist covered the surface of the armor. When Tyranid flesh touched it, there were signs of softening and withering. As a leader in the use of gray marrow in the chapter, Barachiel has always been low-key in concealing his power, but few people know that long-term training and Zosimos' occasional guidance have made him one of the very few in the legion who can transform gray marrow from a "state" into a substantive manifestation of power.

Then, he kicked his legs hard and turned into a silver meteor, instantly passing through the Warrior Prime.

The creature let out a scream, its forelimbs relaxed, and its body split in the middle and fell to the left and right, while its legs trembled and bent.

Just as Barachiel was killing everyone, Jacob and Ricas and others also dealt with the Zoanthropes. The Zoanthropes, who lost their psychic protection, were no stronger than Carnifexes. One shot of a bolter was enough to make them fall to their deaths.

However, a single ten-man squad was obviously not enough to block such a huge gap. Fortunately, the bombing zone during the battle had created a wide enough area. In the roaring sound of thunder, oval landing ships floated down leisurely under the cover of hundreds of fighters. After landing smoothly, the heads slowly opened.