Chapter 106: Warhammer Human Coalition Fleet Deploys, Exterminate the Xenos, Humanity Supreme!

Parallel universe designation: WH-40K-001.

Here is the Misty Star Domain at the edge of the Milky Way, a dead silent planet occupied and remodeled by the Qu into a 'flesh farm'.

The atmosphere is covered by a morbid pink-purple spore cloud.

On the surface,

The original human cities have been dismantled, replaced by towering bio-structures made of bone and sinew.

Hundreds of millions of humans degenerated into 'blind-eye worms',

are filtering the Qu's waste through their skin in the mire.

The Qu Overmind is atop this tower, caressing its latest creation.

A carpet woven from human vocal cords, which emits a lovely wail when stepped on.

"How... elegant."

The Qu Overmind thought, intoxicated,

Just then, the sky split open.

Not a figure of speech, but a literal rupture.

The cloud layer was violently crushed by some unimaginably massive object, followed by tens of thousands of burning meteors screaming with thunderous force, slamming into this foul land.

Those were drop pods of the Astartes Order.

"For the Emperor! For humanity!!"

Boom boom boom boom!

The first wave of drop pods slammed into the quivering fleshly ground, the massive shockwave shaking hundreds of Qu guards into pulp.

The hatch burst open, the distinctive roar of the boltgun instantly tearing the battlefield's silence.

Clad in cobalt-blue power armor, the Terminators surged forth like blue torrents of steel from the smoke.

The Qu reacted swiftly, unleashing countless genetically enhanced bio-weapons.

Mantis people with scythe arms and beetle beasts able to spray strong acid snarled and lunged at these 'invaders'.

In the Qu's view, any carbon-based lifeform, no matter what, cannot escape the fate of genetic collapse.

But they were wrong.

This bunch, canned inside, are the hardest bones in the galaxy.

"Filthy xenos!"

A Space Marine's chainsword howled madly, its teeth spinning at high speed, easily slicing through a mantis person's chitinous carapace, splitting it in two as easily as cutting butter.

The foul bodily fluids splashed onto the power armor, instantly vaporized by the heat.

The Qu's prized biochemical toxin was completely sealed off by the power armor's filtration system.

Their neural-disrupting psychic shriek, against the Astartes' iron will, was like a breeze on the cheek.

At the battlefield's center, a golden figure strode forward.

Roboute Guilliman, the genetic progenitor of the Terminators, Regent of the Empire.

His Emperor's Sword burned with golden holy flame capable of purifying souls; each swing turned a broad fan-shaped area of Qu creatures to ash.

"Is this what you call 'evolution'?"

Guilliman stomped, exploding the head of a bio-weapon trying to flank him; the force field under his power boot crushed the foe into molecules.

He looked up at the tallest bio-tower, the Qu Overmind's lair.

"Turning humanity into these brainless beasts and still feeling proud."

Guilliman's voice was as cold as a Fenris winter: "You creatures aren't even fit to serve as fuel for the Emperor."

"All forces, assault! Leave none alive!"

Chainswords roared, boltguns bellowed.

This was a one-sided massacre, a long-overdue racial cleansing millennia in the making.

Those Qu who once lorded over humanity, casually toying with its genes, now finally knew what it meant to face absolute violence—helplessness.

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Parallel universe designation: ST-Human-729.

In the void, a Qu fleet formation prepared to jump away.

They had just witnessed the gruesome sight of their kin in the neighboring universe being sliced into sashimi by an Ultraman, and survival instinct prompted them to relocate immediately.

However, when they opened the warp lane, what greeted them was not freedom, but a wall.

A wall formed by tens of thousands of Titan-class battleships, a wall of steel.

The Starfall Human Federation's Fourth Fleet had long been waiting here.

On the flagship Fearless Glory, Grand Marshal Sidney Bockléir sat in the command chair, swirling a glass of crimson wine, his gaze through the holo-screen fixed on those meatball ships scrambling like startled cockroaches.

"Want to run?"

Sidney gave a cold chuckle and lightly pressed the communications button on the armrest.

"This is the Human Federation. I am Grand Marshal Sidney."

"You xenos scum, since you've come, don't rush to leave. We humans are hospitable; we've specially prepared the Federation's highest hospitality for you."

She slammed the cup down on the table, her eyes turning fervent and bloodthirsty.

"Main gun charging!"

"Target: all organic reactions!"

"T-slot Titan light spears, X-slot Giga guns, all barrels fire!!"

Zzz—Boom!!!

At this moment, the galaxy lost its color.

Tens of thousands of thick beams of light instantly pierced the dark void, and the originally dim star field was illuminated as bright as day.

That was a pure release of energy, the violent aesthetics of human technology pushed to its extreme.

Qu's proud, space‑faring biological shell was as fragile as a sheet of paper before the Titan Light Spear.

There were no screams, no resistance.

Just a single volley.

Qu's entire fleet, together with the countless gene samples carried within them, was instantly vaporized and evaporated by a stream of high‑energy particles.

Only a sky‑full of dust remained, proof that they had ever existed.

"Clear the battlefield." Sidney adjusted his collar, regained his icy expression, "The marines are ready to land on Qu's home world. Remember, we must rescue all the 'colonizers'."

The scene shifted.

A troop transport landed on Qu's colonial planet.

The hatch opened, and fully armed Human Federation marines stepped out.

What met their eyes was a wall of flesh bricks that still twitched faintly.

They were altered humans, built into the warehouse walls, able to survive only by absorbing nutrients through their skin, and had lived in this hell for hundreds of years.

A young soldier looked at the wall, took off his helmet, and his eyes instantly reddened.

He trembled as he reached out, gently stroking the rough skin.

Those flesh bricks seemed to sense the presence of their kind; the previously numb skin began to shudder violently, emitting a low, sob‑like sound.

The soldier drew a deep breath, then sharply performed a standard federal salute and shouted:

"Comrades! The federation arrived too late!!"

"But rest assured! The monsters that turned you into this have already been cast into hell by us!!"

"Humanity supreme! Human glory shall endure forever!!"

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